The Darth Lord's Property (R-18)

"I aarggh, I don't understand," Trent said with a strained grunt, his voice betraying his discomfort. "So, you're saying she's my right? That she belongs to me?"

The Dark Magus nodded slowly, his dark, hollow eyes gleaming with assurance. "Exactly what I'm saying, Nightingale. She is your right, your property by all means. You have the claim to breed this female here, and I won't withhold that right from you any longer. You may take her to the Vale if you wish."

"I see," Trent muttered, his eyes drifting over the Aetherian, studying her carefully. "But why is she so lean, shackled, and bound in chains? Is she some sort of prisoner?"

"Something like that, Nightingale," the Dark Magus answered, his tone steady. "Though she was confined in a shadow cell of my Dark Sorcery, these shackles are merely precautionary measures. Imaki-Duvan is a capable Essence Channeller, and her skills in ritualistic Manifestations can be formidable."