Chapter 157: Prelude [III]
War Commander Daisy lay down on her tent bed, covered in numerous fluids.
The full nelson bondage had been loosened from her body, but her wrists were still tied together, and a gag sat in her mouth.
She was naked, leaving her pale body exposed. Her lower half was plump and soft, whilst the upper half more athletic.
Every few seconds, her body twitched with the residual pleasure that the human had left with her.
She was still in a state that was unable to move.
"War Commander Daisy, General Luke is here to see you!" A voice called from outside her door.
It was the voice of her war secretary. As for General Luke, he was a man in charge of a large amount of forces below her.
He was a powerful man, second in command of the army. He was still beneath Daisy in terms of status.
Not only that, but he had a crush on her. Daisy could obviously tell.
"Nngg..."
When she heard her secretary speak, she tried to answer, but the words left her mouth as a gagged sound of pleasure.
She cursed in her head.
She couldn’t respond, which meant that her secretary would think something was wrong, and burst in to find her!
Daisy knew then that she had to use one of her skills.
As a low-platinum ranked awakened, she had numerous skills of the A-rank that could hell her escape.
She decided to use one: Shadow Blink.
It was a skill that allowed her to teleport into a shadow up to 10 meters away from her. It was of the dark affinity, and it had an interesting feature that allowed her to ignore physical items when teleporting, or take them with her.
For example, if she wanted to teleport with all of her clothes still on, she could. Or, she could leave them behind.
This made the skill very helpful when it came to escaping things.
Daisy used Shadow Blink and ended up in the corner of the room, no longer gagged and tied up.
However her legs were still jelly. She fell to her knees with a thud.
"War Commander?!" Her secretary said from outside after hearing the sound.
"I-I-m fine," she said as she managed to rise back to her feet and put a sleeping gown on to cover her body. "Send him in in five minutes."
This gave her enough time to clean up her bed, and get rid of the evidence of her domination.
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On Venduros...
"What was her face like when you first tied her up like that?!"
Josinia sat across from Kalon in her bedroom. Her pink eyes were bright with open curiosity. She leaned forward, white hair falling over one shoulder, waiting for the answer.
Kalon thought back for a moment.
"Angry at first," he said. "Then shocked when she realised she loved it. By the time I finished tying the last cord she was already wet."
Josinia’s cheeks darkened to a deeper purple. She pressed her thighs together slightly.
"And when you put your fingers in her?"
"She tried to stay quiet. She failed. Every time I pushed deeper she made a sound she didn’t want to make. The full nelson left her completely open. She couldn’t close her legs or hide anything. That’s what broke her composure."
Josinia bit her lower lip. The image was clearly sitting in her mind.
"I still can’t believe you did all of that inside her own camp," she said. "With thousands of soldiers outside. And she still came."
"She has a submission kink," Kalon said simply. "Restraint and clear control make her lose her mind, so long as the person is stronger than her by a large margin."
Josinia was quiet for a few seconds, processing. Then she looked at him with a mix of heat and residual nerves from everything she had witnessed.
"Next time... will you show me more of those ties?"
Kalon gave a short nod.
"When there’s time."
He checked the system out of habit. The daily travel count sat at two used. One remained.
"We still have one travel left today," he said. "I’m not wasting it. Come on."
Josinia stood without argument. Kalon took her hand, focused on the cathedral on Veylora, where Nyphara was, and activated the transfer.
[Initiating Travel Sequence...]
[Adapting both bodies to suit conditions...]
[...]
[You have arrived!]
[Welcome to Veylora!]
They appeared at the rear of the main cathedral hall.
The space was fuller than the last time Kalon had visited. Soft green light filtered through the vine-covered stained glass. Rows of leaf-skinned Veylorians filled the open floor. At the front, near the great tree, a formal congregation was in progress.
Nyphara stood at the centre in her white priest robes, heavy green breasts fully exposed as always.
Yildaphia stood to her right, smaller chest also bare.
Niralana was present as well, her very small breasts uncovered beneath the formal cut of her new robes.
Several other recognised priestesses lined the sides, every one of them bare-chested according to custom.
The trainees who had not yet earned recognition kept their robes closed and stood further back.
The low murmur of the gathering continued for a few more seconds. Then heads began to turn.
Someone near the back noticed Kalon first. A soft ripple of recognition moved through the hall. Conversations died. Within moments the entire congregation had turned to face the entrance.
Nyphara’s warm smile appeared the moment her eyes met his.
"Light Bringer," she said clearly. "You return to us."
Yildaphia bowed her head. Niralana’s face darkened with shyness, but she did not look away. One by one the other exposed priestesses echoed the title in low, respectful tones.
"Light Bringer."
Josinia stood frozen beside Kalon, pink eyes wide. She had heard him speak about Veylora and the open custom around recognised women’s chests, but seeing it in person was different.
Dozens of bare leaf-breasts of every size faced the hall without shame or hesitation. The air carried the faint sweet scent of nectar and vines. No one present treated the sight as strange.
Nyphara stepped forward a few paces, heavy breasts shifting with the movement.
"The congregation welcomes you. Will you stand with us for the remainder of the rite?"
Kalon glanced once at Josinia, who was still staring, then looked back at the priestess.
"For a short time," he said. "I have a tournament to attend by the morning."