The Ceremonial Piercing Hall lay deep within Xuán Long's palace complex, hidden behind walls inscribed with runes of secrecy and desire. It was only opened during specific rites—when a consort had earned her place not only in his bed, but as a permanent symbol of his power and ownership.
Tonight, that honor belonged to Ling Yue, the Moon Priestess.
She stood at the center of the chamber, her porcelain skin glowing like moonlight under the enchanted lanterns. She was tall, elegant, and refined—her silver hair cascading to her waist, lips soft and silent, but her violet eyes shimmered with anticipation. She had long awaited this.
"Strip," Xuán Long commanded from his raised throne, voice calm and absolute.
Without hesitation, Ling Yue undid her robes and let them fall in a whispering motion around her feet. Her body was divine: slender yet curved, her breasts full and high, her hips flaring in perfect proportion. Her every inch radiated cultivation power—but also raw femininity. Her nipples were already taut, her thighs faintly trembling.
She stepped onto the Altar of Binding, a smooth obsidian slab inscribed with glowing golden script. As she knelt, four enchanted chains snaked up from the base—delicate-looking, yet unbreakable—and wrapped gently around her wrists and ankles, locking her in a kneeling position with her chest exposed.
"You know what comes next," Xuán Long said, stepping down.
He wore ceremonial black robes edged in crimson, open at the chest, his body lithe, muscular, and scarred from divine combat. In his hand, he carried a golden case inlaid with jade dragons.
He opened it.
Inside, resting on velvet, were seven sacred piercing needles—each made from starlight-infused gold and tipped with phoenix bone. These were not ordinary adornments. Each one would permanently bind a portion of Ling Yue's cultivation soul to Xuán Long, enhancing her power—but making her forever dependent on his Qi.
He held the first needle between his fingers.
"Navel," he said.
He approached her slowly, running a hand down the slope of her abdomen. Ling Yue's breath hitched, but she remained still. He knelt, lips brushing her lower stomach before he aligned the glowing needle above her navel.
The moment he pierced her, her body jolted.
Her Qi surged violently, then instantly calmed under his aura. The piercing sealed itself, forming a golden ring engraved with his sigil—a miniature dragon biting its own tail. It pulsed with enchantments—fertility, obedience, arousal.
"You are now eternally marked," Xuán Long murmured. "Next—nipples."
She whimpered, not from fear, but from overwhelming desire.
He cupped her left breast, feeling the weight of it, the warmth of her skin, the racing pulse beneath. Then he leaned in, sucking her nipple until it stiffened fully under his tongue.
With practiced precision, he slid the second needle through.
Ling Yue gasped, her back arching. Spiritual heat raced down her spine and through her womb. The ring snapped into place, then glowed with power—infused with a magical resonance that could stimulate her Qi flow with a whisper from Xuán Long.
He repeated the process with her right breast, this time biting gently before the piercing.
Two rings now adorned her chest, perfect golden loops enhanced with sensory enchantments—he could command her entire body with a mere gesture, and she would feel everything tenfold.
"Three done. Four to go," he said, voice dripping with possession.
Next, he placed the fourth and fifth needles at her ears, whispering a chant that turned them into enchanted hearing marks. Only his voice could now fully command her Qi. She moaned softly, head swimming with heat and surrender.
"Now for the tongue," he said.
He placed two fingers under her chin, lifting her gaze.
"Open."
She obeyed, tongue extended.
He kissed her first—slow, claiming, dominating—then pierced the center of her tongue. The golden bar sealed in place instantly, glowing softly. It tingled, not painfully, but intensely. Any time she spoke his name now, it would trigger a wave of spiritual pleasure through her body.
Finally, the last piercing.
He stepped back, fingers tracing the air.
A glowing symbol formed—a summoning rune of submission and lust.
The intimate piercing would go where all the others connected—her center, the core of her desire, her cultivation womb. Only those truly submissive, truly loyal, were permitted this mark.
He touched her thighs, spreading them with invisible force, and knelt again.
"This final one," he whispered, "connects your soul to my command. Forever."
She nodded, tears of pleasure streaming from her eyes. "Yes… please…"
The needle pierced.
And the enchantment surged.
A final golden ring appeared—delicate but absolute. Imbued with protective barriers, sensory amplifiers, and a Qi-lock enchantment that meant no other man could ever touch her again without death.
Ling Yue screamed—not in pain, but rapture. Her body convulsed, pleasure exploding in waves as the spiritual crest carved itself deeper, glowing from her womb to her lips.
She collapsed in his arms, gasping, eyes half-lidded.
"Mine," he said, kissing her forehead. "You are now elevated beyond goddess. A sacred instrument of my will."
Later
The other women gathered to witness her transformation—naked, kneeling, watching with hunger. They too would undergo the ritual in time, and each awaited their turn with growing devotion.
Xuán Long sat once again on his throne, a god among mortals, and looked over his growing empire of lust, loyalty, and power.
Tomorrow, he would unseal the vault and confront the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Eyes.
And after that… perhaps the Celestial Empress herself would kneel.