The gate creaked open with a groan that echoed through the stone coliseum. A chill swept the arena. Aiko hugged her body, still warm from Lys's sync, but now the heat felt... vulnerable. Exposed.
High Inquisitor Vallos stepped into the golden sand like a ghost walking through fire. His black robes flowed behind him like spilled ink, his face hidden beneath a mask of carved bone. Only his crimson eyes glowed—watching her with a predator's patience.
He didn't stalk like Kael or prowl like Gorran.
Vallos loomed.
"Another masked creep," Aiko muttered.
But she couldn't deny it—her body was already reacting.
A slow thrum began in her belly. Her breath hitched. Her thighs clenched. Her nipples stiffened beneath her torn blouse. Her Breedbound system pulsed in her core like a drumbeat in heat.
Lys sat up from the corner, still weak, but grinning.
"This one," he said, "will test you in ways you haven't imagined."
She glared. "I'm not here to be tested. I'm here to win."
"You'll need to break him first," Kael muttered behind her. "And Vallos doesn't break. He bends you."
---
[==== SYSTEM NOTICE ====]
New Target Detected
Name: Vallos, High Inquisitor
Class: Pain Priest
Skill Offered Upon Sync: Agony Lust (Convert pain into pleasure; immunity to pain-induced debuffs)
Compatibility: Medium
Kink Profile: Masochism, Bondage, Sensory Deprivation
Sync Conditions: Must be willingly dominated during sacred Rite of Submission
Warning: Failure to maintain control may trigger Reverse Submission Protocol.
---
"Sacred Rite of Submission?" Aiko muttered, blinking at the screen.
Vallos finally spoke, his voice like smoke soaked in honey.
"Breedbound Heroine," he said, "do you understand the gift of suffering?"
"Is that a pickup line?" she shot back, trying to hide her nerves.
He walked toward her slowly, gloved hands folded behind his back. "Pleasure... without pain... is hollow. Let me show you balance."
She held her ground. "You'll kneel like the others."
"Then take me," he said. "If you dare."
The crowd was silent. Not a breath. Not a whisper.
The tension was almost unbearable.
And then—
He unfastened his robe.
It fell to the ground.
---
Chains crisscrossed his torso. Scars bloomed like flowers across pale skin. Strange runes glowed on his thighs. His body was lean, chiseled, built like a statue carved by sin itself.
He pulled a red silk cord from his belt and held it out.
"For your use," he whispered.
Aiko's heart pounded.
This was different.
He wasn't offering submission.
He was daring her to take it.
---
She stepped forward, took the silk, and pushed him back against a stone pillar.
"You want pain?" she asked, tying his wrists with precise knots. "Let's see what you can take."
He said nothing.
Just watched her with hunger in his eyes.
She kicked his legs apart and slid her thigh between his.
He shuddered—but didn't moan.
She licked her lips, pressed her fingers against his chest, and dragged her nails down his skin.
Blood bloomed in perfect, delicate lines.
Vallos gasped—but his cock twitched with pleasure.
"Holy shit," Aiko muttered. "You really like this."
"Every wound," he said softly, "is an offering."
---
[==== SYSTEM NOTICE ====]
Submissive Bond Established
Status: Ritual Initiated
Bonus Activated: Sacred Masochism – Target's pleasure increased by 300% per inflicted pain threshold
Domination Tier: Tier II Potential
New Kink Detected: Degradation Play (Verbal)
---
Aiko grinned wickedly.
"Oh, you want me to call you a filthy little pain slut?"
His eyes fluttered.
She leaned in. "You're nothing but a toy to me. A masochistic little freak begging to be broken."
Vallos moaned.
Not soft. Not subtle.
Raw.
She kissed him, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.
Then shoved her hand between his legs.
His whole body trembled against the pillar.
And he whimpered, gratefully.
---
She stroked him just enough to bring him to the edge—then stopped.
Again.
And again.
His breath grew ragged. His cock twitched, desperate.
But he never begged.
Not yet.
"Beg for release," she whispered.
He smiled behind the mask. "Hurt me first."
So she did.
She slapped his inner thigh. Bit his neck. Dragged her tongue down his chest until he cried out—and still he begged for more.
Her own body ached, pulsing with wet, hungry heat.
But she needed control.
Total.
Absolute.
Control.
She mounted him, every inch slow, torturous, deep.
He gasped as she took him fully, bound, helpless.
---
Their bodies moved in twisted rhythm—pain and pleasure merging.
She whispered venom in his ear, slapped his face, teased and tormented, grinded and owned him.
Each thrust, each twist of her hips sent him spiraling closer.
And still she denied him.
Until—
"I submit," he gasped. "Breedbound Heroine... I submit."
And only then—
She let them both break.
---
[==== SYSTEM NOTICE ====]
Full Sync Achieved – Target Vallos
Skill Gained: Agony Lust (Rank 1)
Bonus: Pain Immunity (passive)
New Passive: Cruel Grace – Increase domination effectiveness by 15% against masochistic targets
Status: Emotion Echo Detected – Obsession forming
Warning: Target Vallos may attempt to follow and serve you eternally.
---
Aiko stumbled back, chest heaving, dripping with sweat and dominance.
Vallos slumped in his restraints, whispering her name like a prayer.
"Never," he gasped, "have I been so blessed."
"Yeah," she muttered, breathless. "You're welcome."
Kael helped her down from the platform.
"That was... disturbingly effective," he said.
She smirked. "I'm learning."
"Too fast," he replied. "You're starting to enjoy it."
She didn't answer.
Because part of her—deep down—was.
---
From the shadows above, a robed figure watched the coliseum.
Golden eyes narrowed.
"The Breedbound is evolving," the figure whispered. "Faster than we expected."
Another voice replied behind them, deeper, colder.
"Then initiate the next phase. Bring out the twins."