The elf girl, Lyra, blinked rapidly as the sneezing fit subsided. Then, her eyes went wide. The Lust Dust hit her system instantly, igniting a fire that no amount of willpower could quench. Her pupils dilated, swallowing the green of her irises, and a flush of feverish heat swept up her pale neck.
"Lord Acton," she moaned, her voice dropping to a husky, desperate whine. She crawled across the floor, ignoring Kaelen completely, her focus entirely on the obese man. "I feel... so empty."
Acton blinked, his drunken brain struggling to process the sudden shift in the atmosphere. But the pheromones radiating from the girl were potent, affecting him too. "Then get over here," he grunted, grabbing her arm and dragging her onto his lap.
Kaelen stepped back into the shadows, his face cold and impassive. He watched as Acton fumbled with his breeches, freeing his flushed erection. The elf girl didn't wait. She hiked up her skirts, revealing her glistening sex, and sank down onto him with a cry of relief.
"Gods, yes!" Acton roared, bucking his hips upward.
Kaelen moved. While the Baron was distracted by the tight, wet heat enveloping him, Kaelen approached the table. The heavy ledger was open, showing the profits from the stolen shipping routes. Kaelen pulled the scroll—the transfer contract for the West Coast trade—and slammed it down over the ledger.
Acton's eyes rolled back in his head as the girl rode him frantically. "Sign it," Kaelen commanded, his voice laced with the Authority skill.
The Baron's arm jerked. He wasn't looking at the paper, but his hand obeyed the compulsion. He grabbed the quill and scrawled a messy, illegible signature across the bottom of the parchment.
[ CONTRACT VALIDATED ]
[ ASSETS SECURED: 5000 GOLD ]
[ QUEST COMPLETED: MERCHANT'S FALL ]
Kaelen snatched the paper up before Acton could bleed ink on it. He rolled it up and tucked it safely into his jacket.
"Enjoy your evening, cousin," Kaelen said softly.
Acton didn't hear him. He was grunting like a pig, his face buried in the elf's tits, lost to the world.
Kaelen let himself out, locking the door behind him. He felt lighter. The financial stranglehold on his house was broken. He walked through the gambling hall, ignoring the stares and the noise, a dark smirk playing on his lips. He had money. He had power. Now, he needed to cement his hold on the Princess.
***
The sun was already high when Seraphina woke the next morning. Her head throbbed, and her body ached in places she hadn't known existed. She sat up, the silk sheets sliding down her body.
She froze.
The memories of the night before crashed over her. The alley. The banquet. The alcove. She could still taste him—salty, thick, and addictive. She licked her lips, expecting to find nothing, but her skin still felt sticky where his seed had dried.
"Oh gods," she whispered, burying her face in her hands. She was ruined. A whore in a Princess's clothing.
A knock on the door shattered her thoughts.
"Your Highness?" It was her maid, a nervous girl named Mara. "A... a messenger from Lord Valerius is here. He requests your presence at the Valerius estate chapel."
Seraphina's heart leaped into her throat. "Tell him I am ill. Tell him I cannot come."
"Your Highness," the maid's voice trembled. "He said... he said if you don't come, he will be forced to reveal what you lost in the gardens last night."
The color drained from Seraphina's face. He wouldn't dare.
"Tell him I will be there," she whispered.
***
The Valerius estate chapel was small, cold, and smelled of old wax and dust. Seraphina stepped inside, wrapping her cloak tight around herself. She spotted Kaelen immediately. He was standing by the altar, his back to her, looking up at the statue of the Goddess.
She took a deep breath and walked down the center aisle. The sound of her boots on the stone was deafening in the silence.
"You came," Kaelen said, turning to face her.
"You blackmailed me," she spat, her voice shaking. "How dare you threaten me?"
"I didn't threaten you," Kaelen corrected, walking toward her. "I gave you a choice. And you chose me."
He stopped right in front of her. He was so close she could smell the leather and the faint scent of steel. Her body reacted instantly, her core clenching with unwanted need.
"What do you want?" she asked, hating how breathless she sounded. "Gold? Titles?"
"I want you to pray," Kaelen said, gesturing to the altar. "On your knees."
Seraphina looked at the stone statue. The Goddess seemed to be judging her, watching her descent into depravity.
"I can't," she whispered.
"You can," Kaelen said softly. "And you will."
He reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her toward the altar. She resisted for a moment, but his grip was iron. He forced her to her knees on the cold stone floor.
"Hands on the altar," he commanded.
Seraphina hesitated, her eyes tearing up. Slowly, she leaned forward and placed her palms on the white marble.
Kaelen stepped behind her. He lifted her heavy velvet skirts, exposing her legs, her thighs, and finally, the curve of her ass. She wore no undergarments—she hadn't had time to replace the ones he'd ruined the night before.
"Look at that," he murmured, his hand caressing her buttocks. "The Maiden of the Realm, bare-assed in a house of God."
"Don't," she sobbed, burying her face in her arms. "Please don't."
"You're wet," Kaelen observed, sliding a finger through her folds. "Your body is honest, even if your mouth isn't."
He unfastened his breeches, freeing his throbbing erection. He rubbed the head against her slit, coating himself in her fluids.
"Kaelen, please," she begged. "It's a sin."
"The only sin is lying to yourself," he growled.
He thrust forward.
Seraphina cried out, her back arching as he stretched her open. It burned. He was thick and hard, forcing his way into her tight, untried channel. There was resistance—her body tensing, her inner walls clamping down on the intrusion—but he powered through it, burying himself inch by inch.
"Gods!" she screamed, her nails scraping against the stone. "You're splitting me open!"
"Relax," he grunted, gripping her hips tight. He pulled back slightly, then pushed deeper. "Take it all."
She was panting, tears streaming down her face. The pain was sharp, but beneath it, a strange heat was building. He moved slowly, letting her adjust to the size of him, but every thrust was a claiming.
He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back. "Tell me who you belong to."
"No one," she gasped.
"Liar." He pulled out until just the head was inside her, then slammed back in.
She shrieked, her whole body shaking. "You! You own me!"
"Say it again."
"You own me, Kaelen! I'm yours!"
He set a brutal pace, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the chapel. Seraphina's cries turned into moans, her hips bucking back to meet his thrusts, her body betraying her completely.
"Cum for me," he commanded, reaching around to rub her clit.
She shattered. Her vision went white, and her inner walls clamped down on him like a vice as she orgasmed violently. Kaelen followed her over the edge, burying himself deep and pumping her full of his seed.
He collapsed on top of her, panting. For a long moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing. Then, he pulled out, watching his seed leak out of her reddened, used hole.
He stood up and fastened his breeches. "Get up," he ordered.
Seraphina struggled to move. Her legs were jelly. She slowly pushed herself up, turning to face him. She looked wrecked. Her hair was a mess, her face was flushed, and her inner thighs were coated in his fluids.
Kaelen grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Don't wash," he said. "I want you to go back to the palace with my cum running down your legs."
Seraphina stared at him, a mix of hatred and adoration in her eyes. "Yes, Master."
[ QUEST COMPLETED: THE HOLY DEFILEMENT ]
[ REWARD: 5000 XP, SKILL UNLOCKED: [DARK SACRAMENT] ]
[ SKILL: DARK SACRAMENT - Sex on holy ground increases corruption gain by 200%. Temporarily buffs user's Charisma. ]
[ SERAPHINA'S CORRUPTION: 40% ]
**[ STATUS: DEFILED ]
Kaelen watched her gather her cloak and slip out the side door. He felt stronger. The System was feeding him, rewarding his depravity