Chapter 190: Cleansing and claiming
The morning sun filtered through the high windows of the former Rhelgar estate, painting everything gold—the velvet drapes, the polished stone floor, even the line of kneeling bodies at the foot of Allen’s throne. They were perfectly still, heads bowed, the markings on their skin catching the light like ceremonial tattoos. Elira stood just beside them, dressed only in her collar and a chain that trailed down between her breasts. She held a scroll in one hand and a switch in the other.
Allen sat sprawled in the throne like it was molded for him, shirt open, muscles relaxed, but his eyes were sharp. Behind him, Rinni sat on the armrest with her legs curled, nibbling on a skewer of fruit, while Fina leaned against the wall with her arms folded, watching the display with a contented smirk.
"Names," Allen said, voice lazy but commanding.
Elira stepped forward and unrolled the scroll. "From left to right: Mira, Brin, Calla, Tessa, Niva."
Each girl lifted her head slightly when named, their faces flushed, eyes wide, hair tangled from restless sleep and the sweat of morning duties. Mira’s lips were swollen, evidence of earlier use. Brin had red welts along her thighs, like she’d asked to be punished harder than necessary. Calla trembled, but she didn’t shy away. Tessa was visibly wet already, the anticipation undoing her. And Niva—quiet Niva—stared up at Allen like a devout worshiper waiting for judgment.
Allen didn’t speak at first. He let the silence stretch.
"You’ve all done well this week," he said finally. "I’ve seen your hands raw from cleaning. I’ve heard your moans through the walls. Some of you cry while you serve. Some of you beg for more. I don’t care which it is—as long as you obey."
Mira’s breath hitched. Tessa whimpered. Fina chuckled under her breath, clearly enjoying the shiver that passed through the line of girls.
Allen leaned forward slightly. "I asked for loyalty. I’ve received worship. Now I ask something else."
He stood, his shadow stretching over the five girls.
"Devotion."
At his word, Elira snapped her fingers. The girls responded like trained pets, crawling forward until they were at Allen’s feet. He took a slow lap around them, inspecting every inch, noting how each girl kept her posture despite the trembling in her limbs.