The Capital's military district felt like a fortress within another fortress. The air smelled of horse hide, oil and sharp steel being sharpened. At its center was the Bastion of Solus, where General Korgan was in charge. Korgan was a man, a Level 19 Warrior with a body covered in scars from fighting for the King. He didn't care about wealth or rules; he only cared about being strong.
I walked across the training grounds. The soldiers sweating and training barely noticed my footsteps. Beside me Raksha moved quietly like a stalking animal. Her yellow eyes watched the throats of every guard we passed.
"The General is in the war room " Raksha whispered. Her hand was close to the handle of her blade. "He's been meeting with the commanders from the borders. They're planning to 'protect' the King from your influence Master. They think you're a sorcerer who has tricked the court."
"Protection is another word for a coup, Raksha " I said with a cold smile. "Korgan thinks his sword can cut through any darkness. Tonight I'm going to show him a darkness his steel can't touch."
[System Notification: Military Subjugation Initiated.]
[Target: Grand General Korgan (Level 19. Iron Wall).]
[Trait: 'Indomitable Will'. High resistance to suggestion.]
Korgan didn't believe in Elara's "Prophecies" or Sterling's "Legal Decrees". To break him I had to meet him on his ground and take away his masculinity and power at the same time.
We entered the war room. Korgan stood over a map. His heavy armor made a clanking sound as he looked up. His face was like weathered stone.
"Prince Alaric " Korgan growled. His voice sounded like stones grinding. "This is a place for soldiers not for boys and their pets. Leave now before I forget your title."
"I didn't come here to talk about maps, General " I said. The 3.3% Divinity started to leak from my body. The air turned heavy and cold. "I came to offer you a choice. You can lead my armies as a god of war. You can rot beneath them as a memory."
Korgan laughed loudly. The sound shook the shields on the walls. "With what strength? Your cane? Your pretty nurses? I've killed men ten times your size with my hands."
"Then let's test that strength, General " I whispered. I snapped my fingers.
The war room didn't just change; it turned into the Crimson Barracks. The maps became sheets of skin. The stone floor turned into obsidian sand.
[R-18+ / Brutal Domination Mode: Active.]
Korgan roared. He reached for his broadsword.. The air in the Crimson Barracks felt like liquid lead. His Level 19 strength was taken away. His heavy armor melted off his body. His massive muscular frame was. Vulnerable.
"What... What is this devilry!" Korgan gasped. His knees buckled. Raksha stepped forward.
She didn't use her sword. She used the [Beast-Soul Pheromones]. The air became thick with a musk. It bypassed Korgan's " Will" and went straight to his body. His cock began to engorge. It was a reaction to the mana in the room.
"You speak of strength, General " I said. I loomed over him. Raksha and Isabella pinned his arms to the obsidian sand. ". You are a slave to your own body."
Raksha knelt between his thighs. Her claws traced the skin of his inner legs. "A wolf knows when it has found an Alpha, Korgan " she hissed. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips.
She didn't wait. She straddled him. Her wetness dripped onto his stomach. As she guided his dick into her tight vagina I channeled a surge of [Abyssal Feedback] through their union. Every thrust wasn't just physical; it was an execution. Korgan's mind was flooded with the sensation of his soldiers turning their backs on him. Their loyalty shifted to me with every twitch of his muscles.
"No... I won't... Yield..." Korgan wheezed. His eyes bulged. Isabella leaned over him. Her fingers worked his prostate with a magical precision. It forced a guttural shamed moan from his throat.
"Yielding isn't a choice anymore General " I whispered. I grabbed his hair. Forced his head back. "You're going to cum for your King. With that seed you will hand me the keys to every garrison in the kingdom."
The ritual was brutal and unrelenting. We worked his body like a piece of iron on an anvil. Raksha's vagina clamped around him like a vice. It siphoned his mana. I etched the [Warlord's Brand] onto his glans with a needle of violet fire.
The moment of his climax was an explosion of mana and fluid. As his cum sprayed across the sand the [Synthesis] hit 100%. His "Indomitable Will" didn't just break; it inverted. The pride he felt for his army was replaced by a soul-obsessive need to serve the one who had conquered him.
[Synthesis Complete: 100%.]
[Target Status: Grand General Korgan. 'The Iron Hound'.]
[Result: control over the Oakhaven Military.]
Back in the war room of the Bastion the air returned to normal. Korgan stood up. His armor was back in place.. His eyes were different. They held a terrifying devotion. It was the devotion of a man who had seen his own soul stripped bare.
He turned to the map. With a hand he began redrawing the patrol lines.
"The Fifth and Ninth Brigades will be stationed at the Palace gates " Korgan said. His voice was now a obedient rumble. "The border commanders who spoke of a coup have been... Identified. They will be 'retired' by the end of the week."
". The foreign delegates?" I asked. I leaned against the table.
"They will see a kingdom of iron My Sovereign " Korgan bowed. His forehead touched the map. "My life and the lives of my sixty thousand men are yours to spend."
[Divinity Recovery: +0.2% (Total: 3.5%)]
I felt the pulse of the military. I could see every blade, every shield and every fort through Korgan's eyes. The gold, the law and now the steel were all, in my hand.
"Raksha, stay with him " I commanded. "Ensure the 'Iron Hound' stays."
I walked out of the Bastion. The soldiers now kneeled as I passed. Volume 1 was heating up. The Capital was fully mine. Now it was time to turn Oakhaven into a fortress. I had to do it before the neighbors realized the "Dying Prince" had become the God of their world.