Atlas studied Elizabeth's bowed figure, her body trembling not with resistance but with a strange stillness, the kind that came from being stripped of thought. Her mind was quiet, her will weakened, her gaze unfocused.
This is moving more smoothly than I expected… he thought.
The Restoration Arts pulsed faintly through her, the rhythm of her heartbeat matching his, her breaths syncing without her knowing. With her mind softened, pliant, this was the moment. If he was precise, he could implant something deeper —not just submission in this instant, but a foundation for the future.
Three seeds… Atlas mused. Desire, loyalty, obedience. With all three, she'd be mine without question, without escape.
He leaned down, his lips near her ear, his words seeping into the trance she was caught in.
"You want me," he whispered, his voice calm, smooth, almost like velvet wrapping around her mind. "You crave my presence, my touch… my approval."
Elizabeth's lips parted, her breath catching as her body reacted before her mind could. A faint flush rose in her cheeks.
Atlas smirked. The first seed —Desire —slid into her subconscious as naturally as air filling her lungs.
But he wasn't finished. Not yet.
"You will be loyal to me," he continued, his tone tightening with authority, "your will aligned with mine. My goals will become your goals. My victories, your pride."
For a moment, he felt her mind waver, like a taut string resisting the pull. A flicker of tension stirred behind her eyes —her divinity resisting, her instincts clawing for autonomy. The trance quaked, unstable.
Atlas pressed further, his grip tightening on her chin as he angled her face upward toward him. "And obedience… Elizabeth. You will listen. You will follow. My word will be law to you, higher than your mother's, higher than your godhood, higher than yourself."
Her body stiffened beneath his touch. He could feel it —the trance straining, threatening to snap under the weight of layered commands. Her breath turned ragged, her chest rising sharply as her subconscious screamed against being completely overwritten.
Atlas clicked his tongue softly, inwardly cursing. Tch. Too much. The opportunity's raw, unstable. Push harder, and I'll lose the effect entirely.
He closed his eyes briefly, thinking. He couldn't waste this. Only one seed would take root fully, and the others would have to wait until he prepared her properly.
The choice wasn't hard.
Desire.
Loyalty and obedience could be forced, cultivated, and broken into her over time. But desire… desire would erode her from within, sweet and corrosive, until her loyalty was given willingly, and her obedience was begged for.
Atlas leaned back slightly, his smirk returning. "Forget the rest for now. All you need… is me. You'll want me. You'll ache for me. That is your truth."
Elizabeth's lips trembled, and then, as if the words were her own, she whispered: "Yes… I want you… Atlas."
A faint shiver coursed through her body, a heat she didn't recognize flooding her veins. The earth itself seemed to thrum with her heartbeat, her divinity bending not to the soil but to the man who stood before her.
Atlas's grin widened, sharp and victorious. Good girl. Desire first. The rest will follow.
He released her chin and stepped back, letting her feel the sudden emptiness of his absence. Her eyes flickered up at him, wide and unsettled, the faint blush refusing to leave her face.
"That's enough for today," Atlas said casually, as though nothing unusual had just transpired. "You've shown me how Seismic Sense begins… and I've given you your first lesson in return."
Elizabeth swallowed, still dazed, her body humming with the implanted seed that now pulsed with every heartbeat. She nodded slowly, her voice barely audible: "Yes… Atlas."
Atlas turned his back to her, hiding the satisfaction twisting across his expression. The first step is done. She doesn't even realize the quake inside her soul has already begun.
Time to water my seed, the best way to water desire, is by filling it with Lust.
Atlas turned to Elizabeth with a confident gaze and pulled her into a passionate French kiss. She didn't hesitate; instead, she matched his intensity, deepening the kiss.
As Atlas deeply kissed her, he gently lifted her dress, uncovering her stunning legs that seemed to shimmer in the soft light. The fabric clung to her form, hinting at the allure beneath, a tantalizing secret concealed by delicate undergarments.
Elizabeth felt a rush of unexpected sensations as Atlas's hand grazed her skin, sending a shiver of surprise through her. The soft fabric of her undergarment was gently pushed aside, and the sudden chill of the breeze made her heart race.
She gasped, caught in a moment of vulnerability and anticipation, a mix of fear and excitement swirling within her as the world around them faded away.
As he kissed her deeply, Atlas confidently slid a finger inside her, embraced by the warm wetness that flowed around him.
"Mmmmh," Elizabeth moaned, her voice barely a whisper as their lips met, the warmth of the kiss igniting a spark between them.
Atlas twisted his finger within her, assertively pushing deep into Elizabeth, reaching as far as he could with determination.
As Elizabeth pulled away from the kiss, a soft gasp escaped her lips, "Ahhh," she moaned, the sound rich with warmth and desire.
Atlas intensified his movements, causing Elizabeth to tighten around his finger. Her legs quivered as she reached the peak of ecstasy, her moans becoming increasingly louder and more commanding.
As Elizabeth's ecstasy faded, she lay on the soft grass, while Atlas sat upright, a confident smirk on his face as he reflected on his influence over her.
"Consider this just a preview of what lies ahead; from this point on, you should be prepared for this kind of intensity following our training," he declared. Elizabeth's flushed cheeks deepened in color, betraying her excitement.