The silence in the Crimson Throne Room was deafening. Only the crackle of residual power lingered in the air, the scent of blood-magic and broken pride hanging like a fog.
Vespera knelt at the center of her ruined domain—bare knees on cold obsidian tiles, her once-immaculate gown torn and scorched from Lucien's domination. Her crimson eyes, wide with disbelief, flicked up to meet his… and dropped instantly, as if just looking at him now burned.
A soft chime echoed.
[Blood Pact: Womb Sigil Engraved – Complete][Mental Obedience: Trigger Phase Active][Subject: Vespera Nyx – Status: Bound. Pet Class: Elite Servant.]
Lucien stood above her, expression unreadable, but his presence alone made her shiver. She felt it—deep inside, where no spell had ever reached. The unbreakable seal that now tethered her soul to his will. Her pride screamed, but her body... her body leaned forward, desperate for command.
"Look at you," Lucien murmured, circling her. "A queen yesterday. A kneeling pet today."
She clenched her fists, trembling, lips parting as if to protest—then froze when his fingers touched her neck.
A soft hum pulsed through the air. Chains of silver and shadow wrapped around her throat, tightening into a perfect collar. Intricate runes glowed, forming Lucien's sigil at the center—impossibly elegant and terrifying in its simplicity.
[Collar of Obedience: Applied Successfully]
Her back arched involuntarily. She gasped, biting her lip to suppress the whimper that wanted to escape.
"I'm not done," Lucien said. "Stand."
Her body moved before her mind could resist. She stood, trembling, hair cascading in dark waves over her shoulders, her heaving chest rising and falling in unnatural rhythm.
With a flick of his fingers, her ruined gown vanished in a ripple of dark light—replaced by something entirely different.
A uniform. Black and crimson. Tight, short, and humiliating.
A maid dress.
Stockings climbed up her legs with lace-lined precision. The skirt barely concealed her upper thighs. A choker matched her collar. The heels clicked softly as she shifted, struggling to hold balance between shame and submission.
She tried to look away. Her instincts still resisted. But the system-bound lust building inside her made that impossible.
Lucien's voice dropped to a whisper.
"You won't climax unless I permit it. You'll feel everything… want everything… but that final release? Mine to grant. Or deny."
Vespera's eyes widened.
A flush painted her pale cheeks.
She trembled violently, one hand reaching between her legs, reflexively trying to ease the pressure building like a storm.
It did nothing.
[Orgasm Seal: Active. Permission Denied.]
She let out a moan—deep, raw, unfiltered.
Her body arched, eyes rolling, tongue slipping past her lips for just a second. She caught herself, panting. Humiliated. Her face contorted in raw desperation.
Lucien leaned in.
"You'll wear this expression often, pet."
He turned and walked toward the throne she once ruled from.
"Crawl to me."
She hesitated.
Her collar flared.
Her knees hit the floor with a soft slap.
Vespera crawled forward—slowly, gracefully, but undeniably.
Her pride was gone.
Her kingdom, shattered.
But her place?
Right behind him.
Exactly where he wanted her.