Starting out as a Dragon Slave-Chapter 158: Submission

Mordred looked at her with an almost paternal compassion.

- "Because I don’t need to, Livia. You attack with your body, but I defend with my mind. You seek to conquer space, but I master time."

He paused, letting his words resonate in the silence of the cell.

- "Allow me to show you what the true difference between us is."

Without warning, his power awakened in all its terrifying splendor. A halo of dazzling mana enveloped him, transforming his body into a beacon of supernatural light. The air itself seemed to vibrate under the intensity of his aura, and the stone walls of the cell began to resonate with a deep humming.

His ethereal wings deployed majestically behind him, each feather composed of pure energy that danced and swirled. They weren’t physical, but their presence filled the space, transforming the cramped cell into a cathedral of power. The light they projected made shadows dance on the walls, creating a hypnotic spectacle of absolute domination.

Livia instinctively stepped back, amazed by this demonstration that surpassed everything she could have imagined. Mordred’s aura was so intense that it seemed to press against her skin, a physical pressure that reminded her of her own insignificance. Her survival instinct screamed at her to flee, but her fascination nailed her in place.

- "Now," said Mordred, his voice resonating with an authority that seemed to fill every corner of the room, "I’m going to show you what it truly means to be outmatched."

He became intangible, his body transforming into an essence of pure light. But unlike Livia’s disappearance, his presence remained palpable, crushing, omnipresent. He was everywhere and nowhere at once, a living contradiction that defied the laws of physics.

He materialized in front of her, so close that she could feel the warmth of his aura on her skin. His blazing eyes fixed on her with an intensity that seemed to read directly into her soul. Then, without her even being able to understand how, he attacked.

But his attacks weren’t like Livia’s. Where she sought to kill, he sought to dominate. His blows rained down with mechanical precision, each strike calculated to inflict just the right dose of pain necessary to prove his superiority without causing permanent damage.

A palm strike to her shoulder made her stagger. A backhand strike to her wrist made her drop her hand like a puppet whose strings had been cut. A touch of his fingers to her solar plexus bent her in half, breathless. Each attack was controlled, measured, precise as a mathematical equation.

Livia tried to retaliate, but her movements suddenly seemed clumsy, slow, predictable. She who had been grace incarnate moments before found herself awkward as a beginner. Her strikes passed through Mordred when he became intangible again, or were blocked with humiliating ease when he chose to parry them.

He struck her ribs, just hard enough to make her lose balance. A contact to her temple made her waver, dizzy. Pressure on her shoulder sent her to the ground, unable to maintain her guard. He beat her then, her entire body filled with red marks and bruises, every muscle in her body marked without being able to contract again, every part of her begging him to stop.

Livia, despite her heroic resistance and iron will, finally collapsed to her knees, defeated and exhausted. Her breathing was ragged, her body trembling from effort and pain. Drops of sweat mixed with a few tears of frustration flowed down her cheeks, but in her eyes, strangely, no anger shone. freёnovelkiss.com

Before she could collapse completely face-first to the ground, Mordred gracefully knelt before her, the first movement of his legs since the beginning of the fight and delicately placed his hand on her neck. The contrast was striking: his palm was warm, almost burning, but his touch was unexpectedly gentle.

He activated the power inherited from the tentacular creatures of the Coliseum, but with perfect mastery. Only the paralyzing effect deployed, a shiver of pure domination that traveled up Livia’s spine to spread throughout her body. It wasn’t painful, but it was definitive an absolute takeover that left no ambiguity about who was the master and who was the servant.

Livia, prostrate and panting, felt her heart hammer her chest like a war drum. Each beat resonated in her ears, marking the rhythm of her new existence. Strangely, no anger inhabited her, no frustration from defeat gnawed at her. On the contrary, a devouring fascination seized her, a nascent obsession with this absolute power that had just revealed itself in all its splendor.

The admiration she felt transcended simple respect. It was a spiritual thirst, a deep desire to belong to this superior destiny, to be part of this force that surpassed everything she had been able to conceive. She had spent her life hunting the powerful, tracking those who believed themselves invincible, but there, facing Mordred, she finally understood what true superiority meant.

- "You’ve convinced me," she admitted, her voice carrying a new note of reverence that surprised even herself. "I respect authentic strength, especially when it reaches such heights." She bowed her head in a gesture of submission imbued with dignity, a movement that came naturally despite her legendary pride. "I am now at your service, Mordred."

He slowly nodded, satisfied by this elegant capitulation, and straightened with predatory grace. His mana wings folded partially, their glow diminishing until it became a soft aura that haloed his silhouette.

- "I’m delighted by this, Livia," he replied, his voice returning to that calm and measured tonality that characterized it. "But let’s make this bond... definitive."

Without waiting for her response, he brought his hand to his lips and delicately bit his thumb. A drop of blood pearled, of a red so deep it seemed to absorb light. But this wasn’t ordinary blood it pulsed with draconic energy, bearer of an ancient and terrible power.

He leaned toward her and deposited this precious drop on her tongue, just between her delicate lips. Livia shuddered under this burning mark, feeling Mordred’s energy infiltrate her like a river of molten lava. But she accepted it without resistance, their eyes met, Mordred’s finger still on her tongue, Livia felt an indescribable warmth traverse her, a shiver of pleasure that made, for an instant, her eyes burn with desire.

Instantly, Mordred felt their connection establish itself. It wasn’t a simple link from master to servant, but something deeper, more absolute. Their souls touched, their essences partially mingled. He could feel her emotions, perceive her surface thoughts, sense her nascent loyalty like a warm flame in his chest.

- "Now, you belong entirely to my universe," he murmured, his eyes blazing with dark satisfaction. "We are no longer separate, you and I."

She slowly raised her eyes to him, and in that gaze, he saw something new being born. Her provocative smile was reborn on her lips, but tinted with an unprecedented nuance, that of consented belonging, of chosen submission rather than imposed.

- "I can’t wait to discover what you plan to do with this world... my master," she said, and the title rolled on her tongue with a sweetness that surprised her.

Mordred smiled at these words spoken with an irony tinged with challenge, but also with nascent affection. Behind this apparent insolence, he perceived a sincere loyalty that pulsed like a faithful heart in their newly forged bonds. This woman wouldn’t just be a weapon in his arsenal she could well become his most precious accomplice, his most faithful shadow.

- "Prepare yourself, Livia," he finally declared, his grave voice carrying the promise of a tumultuous but glorious future. "Soon, we’ll have an empire to conquer together, and the entire world will tremble before our combined power."

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