Chapter 152: Kneel, or Be Made to Kneel (18+)
Levi stopped ten paces from the throne of living chain. The five women remained just inside the archway, the golden barrier of the Sovereign Domain still wrapped around them.
The Mother of Chains watched him with pure white eyes. Her iron-colored hair hung motionless. The collar of living chain around her throat shifted once, links sliding against pale skin.
"Closer," she said again.
Levi walked forward until only three paces separated them. The pulse of the city beat harder through the metal floor. His Sovereign Sigil burned steady under the black robe.
"You took my sisters," the Mother said. "You broke their domains and filled them with your seed. You climb my spire with their marks still glowing on their skin. Do you believe the same will work on me?"
"Yes."
A faint smile touched her closed lips. "Confident. The last Sovereign who stood where you stand said something similar. He hangs three levels below us. I can make him scream if you wish to hear it."
Levi did not look away. "I am not the last Sovereign."
The Mother of Chains lifted one hand from the arm of the throne. A single thin chain uncoiled from her palm and shot toward his chest with the speed of a striking snake.
The golden barrier flared. The chain struck it and stopped dead, the tip sparking against the light. Levi reached out, closed his hand around the link, and pulled.
[Expending 4,000 Aether]
[Sovereign Domain: Direct Override]
Gold light raced up the thin chain and into the Mother’s palm. She did not flinch, but the living links around her throat tightened once in response.
"Interesting," she said. "Your mark rejects binding. That should not be possible inside my city."
Levi released the chain. It withdrew into her hand as if it had never left. "Many things that should not be possible have already happened."
He took another step forward. The Mother remained seated, white eyes tracking him. The five women at the archway stayed silent.
The Mother of Chains rose from the throne in one smooth motion. The gown of poured black metal shifted over full breasts and wide hips. She was taller than Vespera, taller than Serakel. The collar of living chain around her throat moved with her breath.
"You will not leave this chamber free," she said. "Even if you break every chain in the spire, the ones I place on a soul do not break."
Levi closed the final distance. He reached up and gripped the collar of living chain at her throat. The metal was cold and slightly soft, like skin that had forgotten it was metal. The Mother’s white eyes narrowed.
"Then I will not break them," he said. "I will replace them."
The Sovereign Sigil flared hard.
[Expending 8,000 Aether]
[Sovereign Domain: Rule of the Unrated – Claim Initiation]
Golden light flooded from his hand into the collar. The living chain shuddered. Links blackened and cracked. The Mother of Chains staggered half a step, the first break in her perfect stillness. Her hands rose to seize his wrist, iron nails digging into his skin.
Levi did not let go. He forced her back until her legs struck the edge of the throne. She sat hard. He kept his grip on the collar and leaned over her.
"Kneel or be made to kneel. Choose."
Her white eyes locked on his. For the first time a faint color rose in her pale cheeks. The living chains that formed the throne began to coil upward around his legs. Levi’s barrier burned them away before they could tighten.
[Target: Mother of Chains]
[Desire Level: 0% → 11%]
[Note: Direct contact and domain pressure fracturing absolute authority]
Levi released the collar, gripped both of her wrists, and pinned them against the back of the throne. The black metal gown had shifted, exposing the upper curves of her full breasts. Cold white light reflected off the iron of her hair.
"You bind souls," he said. "I unbind them and bind them again under my mark. You are no different from the others."
He leaned down and bit the side of her neck just above the cracked collar. Her body tensed. A sharp breath escaped her. The white of her eyes flickered for an instant.
The Mother of Chains twisted under his grip. Strength far beyond the lower witches surged through her arms. Levi met it with the Sovereign Domain and held her in place. Gold light and white light clashed where their skin touched.
Lucy’s voice came from the archway, low and steady. "Master."
"Stay there," Levi answered without looking back. "This one is mine alone for now."
He forced the Mother’s wrists higher and pushed one knee between her thighs, parting them against the resistance of the metal gown. The poured black fabric split along a hidden seam, exposing pale skin and the smooth line of her sex. She was already wet. The knowledge showed in the faint tightening of her mouth.
Levi freed one hand long enough to open the front of his robe. His cock sprang free, thick and hard. He rubbed the head once along her slit, coating it in her wetness, then thrust into her in a single deep stroke.
Her walls clamped around him, colder than any of the witches below yet tightening with the same desperate heat. A raw sound left her throat. The living chains of the throne thrashed. Several links snapped and fell to the floor.
[Target: Mother of Chains]
[Desire Level: 11% → 29%]
[Penetration successful]
[Primary domain authority under direct assault]
Levi kept her wrists pinned and fucked her with deep, measured thrusts. Each impact drove her back against the coiled chains of the throne. Her full breasts moved under the open metal gown. White eyes stayed locked on his face even as her body began to answer the rhythm.
The pressure of her domain pushed harder against the Sovereign barrier. Levi burned more Aether and pushed back. Gold light spread from the point where their bodies joined, crawling up her torso and along the remaining links of the collar at her throat.
The Mother of Chains spoke through gritted teeth. "You cannot... rewrite what I am."
Levi drove deeper. "Watch me."
He released her wrists, gripped her hips, and lifted her slightly off the throne so he could thrust harder. Her legs wrapped around him without conscious decision. Iron nails dug into his shoulders. Soft wet sounds filled the circular chamber as he claimed the first ranked witch of Neverland.
Outside the archway the five women watched in silence. The golden marks on their skin pulsed in time with the light flaring from Levi’s chest.
The Mother’s white eyes flickered again. Color deepened in her cheeks. Her inner walls fluttered around his cock as the first cracks in her absolute control spread wider.
Levi leaned in and spoke against her ear. "When I finish, you will open every chain in this city. Then you will kneel with the rest."
He thrust harder. The living metal of the chamber trembled. Broken links continued to fall from the throne around them.
The final witch of Neverland had begun to break.