Aiko awoke on stone, her skin tingling with fading aftershocks of the sync. Her thighs were still wet, but not with sweat. The shrine pulsed faintly beneath her like it had a heartbeat of its own, responding to her dominance like a loyal pet.
Vorik slept at her side, arm draped protectively over her waist. Kael leaned against the wall, one blade resting across his lap, eyes open and burning in the shadows.
"You don't sleep much," she said quietly.
"Not when I'm guarding a woman who could break the world," he replied.
She stretched, bones aching in that delicious way, like her body had been made new. She could feel it—power buzzing beneath her skin. The dual sync had changed her. She wasn't just Aiko Kaneshiro anymore.
She was the Flame Queen.
"Tell me about the Demon King," she said, walking slowly toward Kael. Her bare feet made no sound on the stone. She didn't bother to cover herself. Power didn't hide.
Kael's eyes flicked to her breasts, lingered just a moment too long. "He was the first sync male. An experiment. They made him for war. Fed him lust and rage until he broke. Now he consumes women's essence like wine—except there are no women left."
"Until me," she said.
"Exactly."
Aiko smiled faintly. "So he's starving. Good."
Kael raised an eyebrow. "Good?"
"He'll be desperate," she said. "And desperate men make mistakes."
Vorik stirred. "You think you can seduce a god?"
"I don't have to," she said. "I just have to make him beg."
Kael stood slowly. "Then you'll need more power. More syncs."
Vorik cracked his neck. "There's a place. East of here. The Ashen Menagerie. Slavers, smugglers, mercenaries. Men who train beasts—and get trained by them."
"Sounds awful," Aiko said.
"And perfect," Kael added. "Plenty of sync targets. Plenty of danger."
She grinned. "Then let's pay them a visit."
---
They traveled for two days, slipping through ruined roads and forests dripping with dark magic. As they approached the Menagerie, the air thickened—cloying, heavy, charged.
It wasn't a fortress.
It was a pleasure compound.
Black stone walls ringed a domed arena, tents and pavilions bursting with moans, music, and chained beasts with eyes like men.
Aiko's body responded before her mind did.
Heat coiled low in her belly. Her nipples tightened under her cloak.
It was like being soaked in pheromones.
Kael handed her a collar.
She stared at it.
"Slaves don't get through the front gate unless they're offered. You'll be posing as an elite prize. Do not fight unless necessary."
She took the collar.
"I'm no one's slave," she said, snapping it on.
"Then make them believe it," Kael said with a smirk.
---
Inside the compound, the rules of civilization crumbled.
Men led men on leashes. Naked bodies danced in firelight. Pleasure pits overflowed with groaning, biting, sweating creatures. Pleasure and pain blurred until they were indistinguishable.
Aiko was paraded before the crowd, "offered" by Kael to the ringmaster—a beast-tamer named Marrek.
He was huge. Red-skinned. Fanged. And obviously not fully human.
His gaze raked her form, slow and unkind.
"She's... delicate," he mused. "But that fire in her eyes—hmm. I'd bet she bites."
Kael bowed slightly. "She's yours for one night. If you can handle her."
Marrek laughed. "You're either foolish or cruel, friend."
Aiko was led into a private cage chamber, chains dangling from the ceiling, walls lined with tools both terrifying and... intriguing.
Marrek stepped in behind her, cracking his knuckles. "Let's break that pride."
Aiko turned slowly, letting the cloak fall from her shoulders.
Naked. Unashamed.
"You first."
Marrek lunged.
She ducked, slid under him, and kicked out. He grunted, but caught her ankle, dragging her close.
"You fight well, little thing."
"I fuck better."
He slammed her against the wall. She moaned—half real, half strategy.
Chains rattled as he pinned her wrists.
His cock was thick, ridged, alien. Her pussy throbbed.
She licked her lips.
He bent to bite her throat—and she twisted, wrapping her legs around his waist, grinding against him.
"You want this," she hissed into his ear.
"I want to own you."
"Too late."
Her eyes glowed.
The system responded.
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[ SYSTEM NOTICE – SYNC INITIATED ]
Target: Marrek, Beast-Tamer
Race: Half-Infernal
Class: Dominator
Available Skill: Lash of Will – Bind enemies with chains of desire
Risk Factor: Extreme
Note: Infernal Syncs may corrupt the user. Do not proceed without adequate willpower.
Proceed?
[Yes] [Always Yes]
---
She pulled him into her, pussy clenching, body igniting.
He roared.
They fucked like wild animals, slamming into walls, chains snapping, the air full of steam and feral moans. Marrek tried to dominate her—but she flipped him, mounting him, riding with savage intensity.
"Say it," she panted.
He resisted.
She clenched harder.
"Say it!"
"I submit," he gasped. "Mistress."
Pleasure exploded in her spine.
She came with a cry that shook the chamber.
---
[ SYSTEM SYNC COMPLETE ]
Skill Acquired: Lash of Will – Bind a target in spectral chains fueled by dominance. Duration: 30 seconds. Cooldown: 3 mins.
Trait: Infernal Pulse – +15% arousal output to nearby males. Aura of Temptation enhanced.
Level Up: 8 → 10
Mutation Progress: 56%
New Perk: Slaver's Kiss – When kissed during sync, control over target increases by 30%.
Warning: Willpower corruption at 7%. Monitor emotional stability.
---
Aiko climbed off him, sweat-slick and glowing.
Marrek lay sprawled, eyes glazed.
"Never," he whispered, "have I begged so sweetly."
She smiled, dressing slowly. "Spread the word. The Breedbound Queen is real."
Kael and Vorik were waiting outside the chamber, blades out.
"Any trouble?" Kael asked.
"No," she said. "But we'll need to leave. Now."
"Why?"
"Because every man in this place felt that sync. And they'll want to taste me next."
Vorik chuckled. "Let them try."
Aiko met Kael's gaze.
The corruption was rising. The line between power and pleasure was blurring.
And she loved it.