The sky was crimson as dawn broke over the imperial capital, casting a blood-kissed glow upon marble towers and dragon-carved streets. The people lined the roads in silence and awe, having received a single decree from the palace:
"Attend. Witness. Obey."
From the gates of the Heaven-Slave Pavilion, the drums began to beat — slow, heavy, echoing with power. Trumpets made of bone and gold wailed across the horizon as the gates parted.
Out stepped your Obedience Procession.
First came the priests of your sect, shirtless and marked with obedience crests, leading gilded chains. Then came the banners, each one embroidered with a symbol of a conquered sect — Pure Lotus, Nine Heavens, Star-Maiden Temple — their sigils crossed out and replaced with your name: Wuyou.
And behind them… came the priestesses.
Once-veiled virgins. Now your sacred sluts.
The Procession Details
Each woman was nude but for enchanted chains, her body glistening with aphrodisiac sweat, her nipples pierced with Qi-etched rings, her womb marked with your crest. A collar linked her to the one in front, creating a living chain of pleasure-bound devotion.
They marched barefoot across rose petals and hot coals, their moans echoing with each step. Some trembled from the magic vibrating through their piercings, others from the heat — but none disobeyed.
The Head Priestess, now your First Flesh Vassal, walked with pride. Her body was adorned with silken bindings that framed her breasts, and her tongue-ring glowed as she whispered praises to you with every step.
"He who broke my spirit… gave me power."
From balconies and rooftops, citizens watched in stunned arousal. Noble daughters moaned from hidden courtyards, and married women collapsed in trembling need, envious of the priestesses' fate. Men bowed, unable to meet your gaze.
You sat atop a throne carried by minotaurs, surrounded by your pierced harem, stroking your chin as the procession crawled past you. Whenever a girl faltered, you flicked your finger — and her womb ignited in orgasm, making her scream your name before the world.
Public Display
At the center of the capital square, a crystal platform had been prepared — a ceremonial display of obedience. The chained priestesses were made to kneel in perfect formation, legs spread, backs arched, as your mark glowed across their bodies.
You descended the throne.
One by one, you touched them, your Qi flooding their branded wombs. They twitched and came in waves, their tongues rolling out in ecstasy, their voices chanting:
"We are no longer heaven's."
"We are Wuyou's."
You raised your hand, and the crowd fell to their knees. Even the proudest generals, the coldest empresses, the most disciplined sect masters — all dropped in worship.
"This is your fate," you proclaimed. "Submission. Devotion. Or extinction."
Above, the heavens cracked. Even the stars dimmed, humbled by the lust of a god.
And far beyond, new sects trembled… knowing they would be next.