The Silver Tower stood like a blade against the clouds, a fortress of black glass and arcane sigils. At its apex, veiled behind obsidian windows and enchanted silence, lived Vespera Nyx, the Vampire Queen of the Crimson Accord.
They said she had sired nations. That her blood turned kings into beggars and beggars into corpses. That no mortal man had ever touched her without permission—until now.
Lucien Valeheart stepped from the teleport gate, his coat flowing behind him like shadow incarnate. His eyes gleamed with lazy arrogance, the system humming beneath his skin.
He came with no weapons.
He was the weapon.
Vespera waited on her throne of bone and velvet, wine glass in hand. Her beauty was inhuman—flawless alabaster skin, hair like dark silk, curves that defied proportion. Her breasts strained against the fabric of her gown, obscene in their fullness, yet regal in posture.
"You're bold to come here, boy," she said, voice like smoke and silk.
Lucien smirked. "And you're foolish to think you still reign."
Her eyes narrowed. "I've ruled longer than your bloodline's been crawling."
"Then maybe it's time someone put you down," he said softly.
The air cracked.
Vespera rose, power rolling off her like a storm. Blood-red magic lit up her eyes, her nails turning to obsidian claws.
She didn't speak. She struck.
She moved faster than light—one moment across the room, the next in Lucien's face, claws extended to rip through his chest.
But she didn't reach him.
A pulse.Not of mana, but something deeper—darker.
A wave of lust-infused domination exploded from Lucien's body, invisible but irresistible. It hit her like a freight train.
Vespera froze mid-strike, her fangs bared… and then she stumbled, knees buckling as a foreign heat detonated between her legs.
"What… is this?" she hissed, her voice trembling with rage—and confusion.
Lucien stepped forward, his voice low and cruel. "Your womb just submitted, Vespera."
She gasped. Her body betrayed her—her thighs clenching, her breath shaky. Sweat formed along her flawless collarbone.
"No. I—this is beneath me…"
"Is that why you're wet?" Lucien said, his hand brushing her cheek.
She jerked away—only to moan, involuntarily, as her body shuddered again.
[Lust Domination Active: Target Resistance Cracked][Bloodline Override: Vampiric Control Systems Corrupted][Queen Vespera – System Weakness Identified: Womb Sigil Slot Detected]
Lucien's hand moved to her stomach, pressing just below her navel.
"I see it now… even an ancient queen has a place where she can be branded."
"Don't…" she whispered—but her legs spread slightly, involuntarily. Her body was no longer hers.
Lucien leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "I will carve my name into your soul."
The throne room darkened.
Chains of red energy erupted from the floor, coiling around Vespera's arms and ankles. She shrieked—more in fury than fear—but her power was collapsing. Her resistance, disintegrating.
"Let me go—I'll kill you for this!"
Lucien raised a hand.
"Silence."
A system-encoded command laced with magical force hit her like a hammer.
Her voice died. Her body stiffened. And her lips parted in a gasp of disbelief.
"I'm not here to seduce you," Lucien said, kneeling beside her, watching her chest rise and fall. "I'm here to own you."
Vespera whimpered as his fingers traced an invisible mark over her stomach. The system responded with heat—magic branding her flesh from the inside out.
Her eyes rolled back.
She felt it—the womb sigil forming under her skin, glowing with a crimson light only Lucien could summon.
[Womb Sigil Engraved: Ownership Level – Dominant Master][Obedience Lock: Stage 1 – Psychological Crack Established]
Vespera collapsed, breathless, her pride in tatters, her lips parted in a broken whisper:
"What… have you done to me?"
Lucien stood, towering over her, voice like ice.
"I've begun your transformation."