Chapter 35: A curse to remember.

[Punishment will be distributed.]

At first, Lucious stared at the system notification suspended in the air, his glowing crimson eyes fixated on the blaring text for far longer than he needed to, trying to understand what the system meant by that.

The sudden glitch in the normally calm blue interface was alarming enough, but it was the cryptic wording that forced his highly calculated mind to a grinding halt.

’Punishment?’ he pondered in his mind, his brow furrowing in genuine confusion.

He had just granted the grieving noblewoman the ultimate gift of his divine blood, expecting a smooth transition into absolute loyalty.

Then, from nowhere in the quiet, opulent bedroom, he heard a small, feral growl coming from right in front of him.

"Argh."

He slowly looked down toward the polished hardwood floor. Guinevere, who only moments ago had been sitting gracefully, was now entirely collapsed. She was breathing heavily, her chest pressed flat to the ground with her ass poked up in the air in a deeply compromising position.

For a moment, Lucious was completely silent, observing the bizarre reaction taking over her newly turned vampire physique.

He watched as the violent tremors rocking her spine caused her to lose her balance entirely, and he noticed she began to fall to the side, until she was lying completely on her back against the wooden boards.

This was when he fully saw the extent of the system’s absolute wrath.

Not only did he notice that her pale cheeks were flushed a deep, beet red, but her entire body was also steaming hot. Faint wisps of vapor rose from her exposed skin into the cool air of the bedroom. She was panting heavily, her mouth parted as she drew in rapid, shallow breaths, looking exactly like a dog in heat, while sweating profusely through her dark, practical traveling garments.

Then, the ethereal notification popped right up again, hovering mercilessly over her writhing form.

[Punishment has been issued.]

[Guin will only be relieved after the sexual tension has worn down and a confession has been made.]

’Sexual what?’ Lucious’s eyes widened a bit as the sheer absurdity and gravity of the situation hit him, and he suddenly understood exactly what he was supposed to do to fix this.

The system had detected her underlying arrogance or hidden reservations about submitting to him entirely, and it was now enforcing her absolute obedience through the most primal, overwhelming physical sensation imaginable.

At the side of the room, Dori was watching the entire spectacle unfold. Her own pale cheeks were stained red as well, her hearing picked up the wet, needy moans leaving Guin’s mouth as the noblewoman was writhing on the ground in uncontrollable agony and pleasure.

"Dori, do me a favour and lock the door, make sure no one comes in," Lucious said, his deep voice cutting through the heavy tension as he slowly stood to his feet.

Dori hesitated. Her protective instincts were warring with her confusion.

"Master, what’s going on with her?" Dori asked, her raspy voice trembling slightly as she pointed a slender finger at the noblewoman. "She... she doesnt look so good."

"Apparently, she tried to be disobedient, so shes facing a curse of some sort, and i am the only one who can bring her out of it," Lucious explained coldly, maintaining his calmness despite the rising heat in the room.

As he stared down at Guinevere’s squirming form, he could clearly see the intricate god mark burned into the pale flesh on the right side of her arm. It was glowing rapidly with a dark, necrotic light, hinting at him that the system’s absolute curse was still pretty much active and flooding her veins with unbearable sensitivity.

"A curse..." Dori sighed nervously. She did not understand the complex magic at play herself, but she still had to do exactly as she was ordered by her creator.

She immediately retreated to the edge of the room, stood guard at the heavy wooden door, and then turned her glowing crimson gaze back to her master to see exactly what he was going to do.

Lucious stepped forward and went to his knees, looking down at Guin as she was suffering on the ground.

For a second, a rare flicker of genuine hesitation danced on his stoic face.

’How do i even do this?’ he pondered silently, feeling the immense pressure of the situation.

Even in his former life back on Earth, he had spent all his time surviving and reading, meaning he never had that much of an experience with women, certainly not in the way that truly counted at least. If anything, one of his absolute greatest regrets before his untimely demise was dying a virgin.

Looking down at Guin’s incredibly sexy, mature body writhing helplessly on the ground before him, he involuntarily gulped down his saliva.

The sweat made her dark traveling clothes cling tightly to the generous curves of her chest and thighs, presenting a sight that would test the restraint of any man.

Guin suddenly met his glowing red eyes through the hazy glaze of her overwhelming lust, and she reached up frantically, grabbing him tightly by the hands. Her fingers were burning hot to the touch.

"...Please... im sorry," she whispered, her voice cracking with the little strength she had left to fight the divine curse. "I cant handle this anymore. Please help me."

Lucious gulped down his saliva once again.

It seemed like she was indeed in agonizing pain, but entirely not the kind of physical trauma that was currently casing her arm in a magical glow. It was a suffocating, maddening need that was threatening to break her mind if left unsatisfied.

"Okay, stay still," he replied, forcing his voice to remain a low, authoritative rumble.

He moved his hand slowly, deliberately closing the distance until he was gently resting it on her bare, trembling arm.

"Ahh~"

She moaned loudly the absolute moment he made physical contact with her skin. Her entire body shook violently as she twitched, a jolt of pure, unadulterated electricity shooting straight through her nervous system at the touch of her master.

Lucious refused to move his hand away despite her violent reaction. Instead, he proceeded to press down and rub on the glowing skin a bit, massaging her tense muscles from the arm all the way up to her armpit.

The dark god mark pulsed with every stroke of his fingers, syncing with the rapid, frantic beating of her heart.

Knowing that the system demanded the sexual tension be entirely worn down, Lucious slid his pale hands further inward. He gripped the front of her dark traveling shirt and firmly pulled the fabric aside, exposing the pale, flushed skin of her chest to the cool air of the bedroom.

Guinevere let out a strangled gasp, her back arching off the hardwood floor as his large, calloused hands enveloped her heavy breasts. He massaged the soft mounds with a slow, agonizingly deliberate rhythm, kneading the sensitive flesh.

The heat radiating from her core was staggering, burning against his cool, undead skin.

"Master... please..." Guinevere whimpered, tossing her head from side to side as her tangled purple hair swept across the wooden boards.

Lucious shifted his grip, catching her hardened nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He pinched and rolled the sensitive peaks firmly.

"Ahhn! More... please, I submit!" she begged shamelessly, her previous noble arrogance completely eradicated by the punishing euphoria of the system’s curse. "I am yours! I belong to you entirely! I confess, I held back!"

The god mark on her arm glowed even more intensely, practically blinding in thelight of the room, registering the verbal confession the system required. But the physical tension had not yet reached its breaking point.

Lucious continued his relentless assault on her senses, his hands sliding down her stomach and gripping her hips, pressing her firmly against the floor as she bucked wildly against him.

He massaged her chest with increasing pressure, dragging his thumbs across her aching nipples until her breath hitched in her throat and her crimson eyes rolled back.

A high-pitched, echoing moan tore from her lips, vibrating off the velvet walls of the apartment.

Her entire body went rigid, her fingernails digging desperately into Lucious’s wrists as a massive, overwhelming climax washed through her veins.

She shuddered violently, wave after wave of pure, unadulterated release shattering the magical tension holding her captive.

As her body finally went completely limp, melting helplessly into a puddle of sweat and satisfaction against the hardwood floor, the violent red glow of the god mark slowly dimmed.

It flickered one last time before fading into a permanent, dark tattoo etched into her pale skin, signaling that the punishment was finally done.

Lucious let out a slow, heavy breath, pulling his hands away from her flushed body.

The suffocating heat in the room began to dissipate, leaving only the sound of Guinevere’s exhausted, ragged breathing to fill the silence.

He had officially cemented his absolute rule over his new, highly capable subordinate.