Chapter 4: The Slave's Lesson
Kael didn't waste a single moment.
Fresh from claiming Lyria, his hunger burned hotter than ever.
His cock remained heavy, half-hard, twitching in the humid air of the cell.
He wanted more.
He needed more.
The Sovereign Core whispered to him:
> [Hesitation is weakness.]
[Dominate or die.]
Kael's gaze swept the cell.
Dozens of other slaves cowered before him — men and women alike — but it was another woman that caught his attention.
Dark-haired.
Curvy.
Defiant.
She had watched everything.
Not with fear.
But with hatred.
Kael grinned.
He liked them better when they fought.
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He crossed the cell in three strides and grabbed her by the throat.
The girl gasped, struggling against his iron grip.
He slammed her against the wall, the stone scraping her back through the thin rags she wore.
"Name," he demanded.
She spat in his face.
Kael's cock throbbed.
Good.
So good.
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Without hesitation, Kael tore the rags from her body.
She struggled violently, scratching, kicking, biting — but he was stronger.
Much stronger.
He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand and explored her body with the other, fingers rough and possessive.
Her breasts were full and firm, nipples already hard despite her resistance.
Her thighs quivered as he forced them apart, exposing her glistening sex.
Another betrayal of the flesh.
Kael smirked.
"You're wet for me, slut," he growled. "Even now."
She cursed him, voice hoarse.
Kael slapped her hard across the face, the crack echoing in the cell.
Tears welled in her eyes — but her body arched into his touch.
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He dropped to his knees.
Without warning, he buried his face between her thighs.
She cried out — a sharp, helpless noise — as his tongue lashed her swollen clit.
Kael devoured her with brutal intensity, his hands gripping her hips so hard she would bruise.
She bucked against him, gasping, fighting, sobbing — but Kael never relented.
He feasted on her like a starving beast, pushing her higher, higher, until her body betrayed her again.
Her orgasm ripped through her, a shriek tearing from her throat.
Kael rose, licking her juices from his lips.
"You'll remember this," he said.
He spun her around, bending her over a stone bench.
Her bare ass was perfect — round, trembling, utterly vulnerable.
Kael didn't waste time.
He shoved inside her with a savage thrust.
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The girl screamed, but Kael silenced her with a fist tangled in her hair.
He fucked her hard, brutal, relentless — pounding into her with no care for her cries.
Every thrust was a punishment.
Every thrust was a lesson.
You belong to me.
You belong to me.
Over and over.
When he finally came, he stayed buried deep, pumping his seed into her womb.
He held her there for a moment, breathing hard, savoring the feeling of absolute possession.
When he pulled out, cum oozed from between her legs.
He smacked her ass hard, leaving a red handprint.
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The Sovereign Core whispered again:
> [Slave Claimed: Rina.]
[Progress Toward First Harem: 2/5.]
Kael grinned.
He wasn't just surviving anymore.
He was conquering.