Vaid Empire: Conquest
Chapter 18
9th of Onis, 1 AVE.
Kingdom of Vaidrin, Domani.
“High-Chief Foin, approach,” The God Emperor commanded, seated atop his throne. The gathered crowd watched in hushed silence as the man stepped forwards, accompanied by his future queen Enalia as she cradled his heir.
Xenia smirked at the pair as she stood to the side of the throne, thinking back to the moment her knife had completed its work on the man’s testicles. Foin’s castration had been kept secret from the general population of course, yet she noted the telltale signs of a eunuch as he kneeled at Dominax’s feet. The softening of skin, the subtle loss of muscle definition, Foin expressed them all.
The child wrapped in Enalia’s arms amused Xenia further. The boy’s features were uncannily similar to Dominax’s own, from the structure of his face to the black hair atop his little head.
“The Empire requires your service, High-Chief Foin, for there are two kingdoms under our yoke. Vaidrin and Domexia,” Dominax announced in his booming voice as he arose to stand over the kneeling couple.
Xenia gently nudged Salduin, as he stood directly to her side. The large man leaned down, positioning his ear so that she may whisper. “One has to wonder why our benevolent God Emperor did not select one of his loyal advisors to rule Domexia.”
Salduin shrugged her inciting comment off. “We will serve in whatever way he requires, no more no less.”
Dominax held his hand out towards Foin, palm facing downwards. “Do you accept the mantle of this position, this duty, as King of Domexia?”
Xenia whispered once more. “I have been meaning to speak to you about our little diplomatic journey,” she said, choosing her words carefully. “What would bring such a strong man like you to tears, hiding away alone in the trees?”
Salduin froze at her words, watching as Foin kissed The God Emperor’s hand in submission.
“No denial? Very good, I respect a man true to his word,” Xenia continued, speaking just loud enough for the large man to hear over the murmuring crowd.
“Then rise once more High-Chief Foin, rise as a King!” Dominax commanded, inciting the crowd into cheers as the secret eunuch regained his feet.
“What is your aim, Xenia? To insult?” Salduin replied calmly.
“Of course not, I merely seek an ally at court,” she replied, nodding to onlookers with a falsely kind smile. “An alliance that remains mutually beneficial, for you shall heed my suggestions, and I shall remain quiet on this matter.”
Flames erupted into Dominax’s palms, holding them to his sides. “Then may the mantle of Domexia’s wellbeing rest upon your shoulders, may your descendants watch over its people, and may your kingdom serve The Empire well!” he shouted, launching two flames into the air. The balls of fire crashed into the chamber’s ceiling, bursting with a splash of flame that dissipated above the crowd. They all cheered in awe, bowing before the throne.
“That’s a funny way of making friends,” Salduin replied to Xenia when the noise finally faded enough for his whispers to be heard. “The God Emperor shall not grant your claims more than a passing thought without proof, little healer.”
Xenia shrugged. “Worth a try at least,” she said lightheartedly, giving no voice to her thoughts. “Proof? So be it…”
Foin and ‘his’ family took their place at Dominax’s side, allowing him to address the audience directly. “We have entered into a new age, one that requires change if The Empire is to thrive efficiently! Thus, on this day, we shall see the first of many reforms, beginning with titles. High-Chiefdoms? No longer, for they shall be reorganized into Districts ruled by High Lords. No longer will we have settlements, for instead we shall have cities ruled by Lords, towns governed by mayors, and even simple villages each controlled by an administrator. Size shall dictate the classification of each former settlement, a clear and organized hierarchy under the throne of The Vaid Empire!”
Once more the crowd cheered as they remained on their knees, utterly filling the temporary throne room. Dominax dismissed them with a wave of his hand, reclaiming his seat upon the Throne.
23rd of Onis, 1 AVE.
Kingdom of Vaidrin, North of Domani.
Vibrant tropical leaves cascaded from the palm trees nestled against the colossally wide river as both Dominax and Irith rode atop his lixidion. The creature’s reptilian claws slashed into the reddish sand with each rapid step, hurling itself towards its intended destination.
Seated just behind The God Emperor, Irith’s arms remained wrapped around his torso for stability, pressing her body against him as his cloak flowed wildly around her in a protective embrace. She felt the cold white steel of his armor against her fair skin, clenching her strong thighs with each gallop of the lixidion. She could only bite her lip at the memory of her sensual fantasies, holding herself closely to him while giving no voice to her thoughts.
Their journey seemed to drag on and on, yet she hadn’t bothered to ask where he was taking her. His order for her to accompany him had come coldly, granting no room for questions nor concessions. They departed alone, no guards, no shackles, merely the two of them to ride upriver.
Dominax finally yanked his reins, steering the lixidion from the beach to plunge deeper into the humid rainforest. The creature galloped through the trees with ease, tearing apart shrubs and oversized leaves until the target of their journey came into view just as Irith peered forwards, spotting the hints of a wall through the dense vegetation. Vines appeared to be in the process of overtaking the battlements as if the forest was attempting to reclaim a structure that hadn’t been cared for in years.
They began to follow the outline of the wall deeper into the foliage, tracing its outline for several minutes before eventually emerging from the tree line into a wide clearing. A dilapidated gate came into view, and Irith realized that they had followed the outer wall of a deserted settlement.
Small piles of decaying wood remained where outlying houses may have once stood, overgrown until they were almost entirely unrecognizable. The pair passed through the East facing gate, its heavy wooden doors clinging to rusted hinges as it had been presumably left wide open by curious scavengers.
Irith’s lips parted in awe as the lixidion slowed its pace, allowing her to gaze out at the extent of the damage as it somberly pranced down what might have once been a main street, yet was now only a muddy overgrowth. Nearly all of the structures protected inside of the settlement’s encircling wall had been burned to the ground, as even the most intact buildings were lucky to still possess two remaining walls at the most. Vines and countless plants had replaced the human inhabitants, with many small creatures stalking through the growing vegetation. Only a single stone building stood taller than two floors, its top appearing to be collapsed inwards.
“What…happened here?” Irith asked, her flowing yet precise accent continuing to cling to her words as she loosened her grip around him to straighten up.
Making no reply, he brought the lixidion towards what remained of the center of the settlement. Hundreds of foot sized stones and wooden poles encircled the center, seemingly intended to have been spaced evenly. An obelisk that stood at the height of an average human towered above the rest, and Irith slowly made out the names of both Briza and Cendra carved into its pale surface as they approached.
Bringing the beast to a halt, Dominax dismounted before helping Irith to the ground, uttering nothing as he stepped towards the obelisk. With a cold expression he carefully removed the few hints of plant life that had begun to cling to its newly carved surface.
Irith watched with cautious curiosity as the breeze gently rustled the vegetation, making no move to interrupt him. When he finally turned around to face her, she was surprised to be met with the most hard and oppressive gaze she had ever observed from him. His silver eyes met hers, oozing suppressed rage that leaked from his core.
“This…is Nitri,” Dominax finally stated, removing his crown helmet. “The place of my birth. The place of my death. And the place of my rebirth.”
Irith looked around her, unfamiliar with the name Nitri. That came as no surprise, as it appeared to be significantly smaller than many of the noteworthy settlements of the region. “Death?”
Dominax gave a firm nod. “In a sense, yes.”
Uncertain of his meaning, she gestured to the nearest wooden pole jutting from the ground. “Are these…markers of some kind? Burials?”
“Indeed. You stand on the graves of all those who were slain by Chief Manith’s warriors, a Lanthian I executed some time ago. The lucky few of the dead who still possessed living family members after the attack were granted their own individual resting places, while the rest were buried in heaps of up to ten.”
The statement sent a shiver through her body, and the extent of the slaughter became clearer as she noted just how many markers lay planted in the dirt.
Dominax gestured for her to come closer, standing side by side before the obelisk. He closed his eyes, subconsciously touching his hand to his chest where the deep scar that ran from his left shoulder to his right hip lay beneath.
The silence lingered until Irith turned towards him, using her calmest voice as she finally spoke. “Dominax…why did you bring me here?”
“We came so that you could understand,” he replied, opening his eyes to gaze at the obelisk. “In the years since our first meeting, in all our countless conversations, there remains no string of words that can accurately express…my intentions. For myself, and for you.”
“You’ve certainly tried,” Irith replied with only the smallest hint of resentment. “I’ve heard your explanations, heard what purpose I’d serve as your concubine.”
“So you have,” he said, pausing only briefly before kneeling down. Then, cupping his free hand to gather a small pile of dirt, he rose to his feet with a sorrowful heaviness. “I’ve explained the goal of The Empire, the eternal peace that I shall create. I’ve attempted to justify my actions, my battles, the blood spilled by my name and hand. I’ve told you all of this before…yet now I show you the physical form of my ambitions,” he said, holding out the soil for her to see.
Irith eyed him with skepticism. “You’ve never given me the impression that your ambitions are…dirt.”
“But indeed, they are. The dirt of a fallen civilization, the soil holding the bones of a dead population. It is the very purpose of my existence,” he explained, allowing the tiny pile to fall from his hand. “I aim to prevent…this. Destruction, slaughter.”
“I’m aware of that, Dominax,” she replied, letting out a breath as she felt a slight tingle in her chest. It was one thing to listen to his words while locked in a dungeon, and an entirely different feeling to stand over the death in which he spoke.
Dominax paused, calculating his next words with caution. “Your brother fell against my warriors. I…cannot apologize for his death, yet I hope you may at least understand the purpose.”
Irith’s lips slightly parted to speak, only to fall closed again. In truth, she had blamed him for Enil’s death, yet her resentment had softened over the years.
“We’ve all lost family,” he stated, softly laying his hand to rest upon the surface of the obelisk. “I shall create a world in which that may never again occur, yet such a thing requires sacrifices. Were the entirety of Magnius to simply lay down their weapons, I’d eagerly accept a bloodless victory. Yet, you know better than anyone that such hopes are for fools.”
Irith nodded, restraining her emotions from flowing as tears. “I…know, Dominax. I know.” She wanted to say more, to finally bring her conflicting feelings and urges together in a way she may understand, yet nothing came forth.
“We are nearing the day when you must make your choice, Irith,” Dominax said. “I do not ask for your forgiveness, nor do I need it. I…merely hope that you may understand enough to join my court, as there is no limit to the order and stability that we shall create together.”
“I’m certain there is much I can do while I warm your bed,” Irith replied with cold sarcasm, even while her body pushed daggers of desire for such a fate through the emotion he had stirred up.
Dominax shook his head, releasing a frustrated breath. A long silence lingered between them, only broken when he finally turned to face her directly. “You fear that you will be nothing more than a pleasure slave? Breeding stock?”
Irith folded her arms, attempting to quell her inner turmoil. Lingering emptiness from her brother’s loss, a tingle of her loins at the prospect of bearing an Emperor’s heir, resentment at her imprisonment, a lust to birth a family of her own, all mixing into a concoction of Dominax’s creation. “Not quite. I am not blind to the kindness you’ve shown me, to the effort you’ve placed in convincing me. Other rulers would have forced themselves upon me, enslaved me, yet you’ve shown restraint. With all your claims of granting me purpose…I merely wonder if your interest in me is misplaced, perhaps even unknowingly. Is it possible…that the interest you hold in me will fade the moment I birth the child you seek?”
“Ah…foolish woman,” Dominax sneered. “Take note of where you stand. My family lays dead beneath you. Cendra, my…Briza. They remain irretrievable, never to return. I…failed them, failed myself, for even Briza’s killer has slipped through my grasp. I…” he began to say, only to wave off the remark. “Then I encountered you, and in you I saw a future I could cultivate. A new family, a new mate. A new path towards a legacy that may sit atop the foundation that is The Empire.”
Despite his harsh tone, Irith’s heart quickened imperceptibly at the mention of what she had always sought. “You speak once more of family?”
“Of course, a family that shall be worthy of my throne, worthy of leading The Empire to prosperity,” he said, only to allow his tone to somewhat soften. “I…shall be blunt with you. In addition to our potential as a pair, I…seek a mother for my daughters, as I’ve allowed chaos to claim the life of the woman who should have raised them. Xenia is…Xenia, and she shall be adequate as their caretaker for now. Yet, I simply fear…that I may not possess the capacity for the love that a child of my blood deserves.”
Concealing her smile, Irith unfolded her arms. “Cendra and…Vixin, correct?”
Dominax nodded. “Indeed. I shall never hide my commitment to ensuring that my dynasty receives only the greatest existence. I believe that you are a piece of that existence, a mate truly worthy of bearing the future members of House Vaid.”
Irith’s jaw tightened in reaction, finally standing before the future she had dreamed of. She was alone, the only family she had experienced ending the moment Enil had fallen. She had clung to him so tightly, supporting her brother in every way possible.
“Briza…is gone, yet I still see hope when I speak to you.”
Slowly, Irith carefully reached over and clasped his hand in hers. Specks of the dirt remained, pressed between their palms.
Dominax turned his head towards her, sternly studying her as they remained silent. Her long braid wiggled lightly in the warm breeze, as if a curious serpent that gazed up at him with her endlessly blue eyes.
No words passed from her lips as she remained still, their hands clasped together in front of the white obelisk.
Coldly, he turned his head towards the grave after what seemed to be an eternity, grimacing as his eyes traveled over the carving of Briza’s name. “You have been…to the place I value the most. Now, I ask that you leave.”
In confusion, Irith allowed her fingers to slip from his grasp.
“Take the lixidion, as I have instructed Clin to retrieve me in two days. Return to your home, either in Harin, or in Domani,” Dominax commanded in a flat tone. “The choice must be made, Irith. Flee to the life you previously possessed or rise to accept your place at my side.”
Taking a cautious step back she eyed the reptilian creature, an escape from her lengthy imprisonment in either option.
“I’ve made such a choice for hundreds of slaves, yet I shall not make it for you. A being of value forges their own path.”
Irith wished to say more, peering up at his firm expression, yet she only nodded and began to make her way towards the beast. Carefully, she mounted the lixidion, trapping it between her powerful thighs as she took command of its reins.
She maneuvered the beast to turn around, finding herself surprisingly reluctant to depart from her captor. Curiosity got the better of her, causing her to take one last look back at The God Emperor as she slowly set off towards the gate. He had knelt down, planting his knees onto the grave as he hung his head low.
Returning her attention forwards, Irith flicked her reins, inciting the lixidion to speed off through the gaping exit.
34th of Onis, 1 AVE.
Kingdom of Vaidrin, Domani.
Dominax strolled along the polished white stone of what would one day be The Grand Pyramid’s oversized new throne room, armorless and alone. Rows of pillars towered over him, leading to the platform that would hold the throne of The Empire. The gargantuan chamber’s lofty walls were nearly complete, accompanied by archways that would soon support the heavy weight of the ceiling. With their designs conjured from Lalian‘s unmatched mind, Dominax held no doubt of their stability.
The red illumination of sunset poured through the top of the unfinished chamber, bathing The God Emperor in fading sunlight as he contemplated alone. The evening always brought the end to his faithful worshipers’ construction, leaving the quarter-completed pyramid in a peaceful silence that Dominax yearned for.
He approached the edge of one of the trenches that would be filled with water to act as baths for the many slaves of his harem, peering down into it. Various building materials littered the chamber, including several lounge cushions that would be lined against the walls to allow his slaves to lay back and relax as they displayed their beauty to any who sought an audience with The God Emperor. For now, the cushions lay scattered, testing how best to plan the decorations after construction had been completed.
Eleven days with no sign of Irith’s return was enough to make any sane man certain of her rejection, yet a piece of him clung to the hope that she may return to Domani and accept his offer. Her face remained firmly planted in his subconscious, a stinging reminder that he may have failed.
The massive main doors began to creak open, large enough for an entire building to comfortably fit through. Dominax turned his head in annoyance, only to see the form of a woman enter. With surprise he found himself gazing upon Irith as she approached, her long legs moving with confidence.
Dominax turned his head back towards the trench. “You’ve returned.”
“Your guards said you’d be here,” she replied, coming to a stop just beside him. Together they peered into the trench, surrounded by solitary silence.
“I had assumed that you fled to Harin,” he replied coldly.
Irith folded her hands behind her back. “I needed…” She began searching for the word. “…time. Time to think, time to ensure that I was making the right decision.”
“Oh? And what have you found in your…time?”
Slowly she turned to face him, studying the man who had consumed her fate. “I found…that there is truly no other option. I can return to my former King, an empty life that has become far more desolate without Enil. Or…I may remain, a course that offers the possibility to build something real, something worthwhile.”
“Then you’ve chosen to stay?” Dominax asked as he turned towards her, meeting her blue gaze with a sliver of elation.
Irith nodded, unable to contain the fire of yearning from her eyes. The yearning for purpose, for a future, for…”You’ve granted me a gift, Dominax. One that I cannot refuse. I…want the family you offer, want it more than anything I’ve ever desired. There is no one left waiting for me back home, only ahead. I…”
Dominax leaned forwards, pressing his lips against hers. He tasted her sweet scent, a sensation he had desired every day for the last two years.
They finally separated, leaving Irith momentarily speechless before she cautiously reached out and gently clasped his hands in hers. “This…I…” she stammered, only to lean back in. Her grip tightened, the stirring in her loins begging to act on the unshakable thoughts that had plagued her for months.
Their lips parted, and he already longed to feel her warmth once more. “You’ve chosen well my Empress. You shall have what you seek, for you have sought it willingly,” he said, and though his words came coldly, he was surprised by the surging wave of relief that coursed through him. Could this being truly have made such an impact upon him?
She pulled herself closer, their chests nearly touching. “Then you’ve spoken truthfully?”
“Indeed,” he replied as he let go of her hands, instead placing his own on her tight waist. The feeling of her bare skin nearly sent a shiver through his body, craving her touch.
An overjoyed grin played across her sensual face, and she pulled him into yet another kiss as their bodies met. Finally, she felt the hard muscles beneath his one-suit, flaming her feminine yearning.
Feeling her firm breasts against him, he moved to gently nibble her neck before whispering in her ear. “Here is the defining moment, a crossroads of fate. Seize it, make it your own.”
Irith bit her lip, holding him close. Her soft hand slithered down his surface, pausing only for a moment before caressing the bulge of his manhood through the chimira-silk. A moan escaped her lips, feeling its size. “I’ve…waited so long…”
“As have I,” he said, caressing the gorgeous curves of her wide hips. “I shall wait no longer…”
The heat of their mutual lust burned between them, male against female. Dominax carefully led her away from the trench, moving towards one of the miscellaneous cushions. With a hard yank he pulled away the dusty protective sheet, revealing the immaculate silky orange-gold fabric beneath.
Irith released a playful cry as he pushed her onto the cushion, witnessing the hunger in his silver eyes as he pounced on top of her.
Pulling away her revealing top, Dominax gazed upon his prize, two utterly flawless breasts. He took them gently into his hands, feeling their weight as she laid back in an aura of feminine beauty.
She placed a hand on his forearm as he moved to open the groin slit of his suit, granting him a far more loving smirk than she had ever displayed in his presence. “No, my Emperor…I shall see all of you if I am to accept you…”
Gazing into her eyes he nodded in response, straightening up before beginning to remove his one-suit. The black fabric slid down his torso, revealing every inch of his skin until he was entirely nude before her.
Irith’s virgin womanhood tingled with desire, finally greeted by the sight of his bare cock as he remained kneeling between her legs. She studied the powerful body of the man claiming to be a living God, making note of each of his many deep scars.
In turn, Dominax reached down to unfasten her belt, slowly pulling away her skirt. At long last, as the fabric gently fell away, he viewed the holy valley between her womanly legs. Young and fertile, its soft pink lips waited for his seed. The white tattoos decorating her abdomen ended just above her crotch, as if inviting him to venture forth.
“You are…flawless,” he said, placing his hands onto her strong thighs. His cock throbbed, desperate to plunge into her warm embrace.
“Please…be gentle,” she requested, laying her hand on his. “No man has touched me.”
Granting her a nod, Dominax carefully leaned over her, holding himself above her as he used one hand to gently caress her moist folds.
Irith released an aroused whine, never having felt the sensation of another’s fingers against her womanhood. Her body reacted with a mix of hesitation and excitement, already wet from unbearable anticipation.
His fingers brushed over her labia, feeling just how utterly ready they were to accept his cock. His lust raged through his body, threatening to overtake him if he did not act.
Carefully, he lined up his tip, allowing it to touch her folds for the first time. She gazed into his eyes, feeling an intense trust as she nodded for him to continue. He slowly pressed forwards, sliding his cock just past the tight entrance to her virgin vagina.
She shivered with lust, a pressure building in her groin as it began to stretch around his manhood. With great care he reached her hymen, moving incredibly slowly as he gently pushed past its thin barrier.
A slight cry passed through her lips at the pain of her virginity tearing away, causing her to grab his arms tightly as her back began to arch.
Creeping forwards his cock pushed deeper and deeper, taking ample time to minimize her pain. She gradually adjusted to his size, allowing him to venture further. Eventually, with painstaking slowness he pressed against her cervix, filling her entirely.
She held onto him firmly, her body finally experiencing the sensation of a man. The limitations of her mere fingers were fully evident, for truly no other feeling may compare to true copulation. The young and pliable walls of her vagina caressed his shaft, holding it tightly as if it were desperate to never release him.
A small trickle of blood leaked from her lower lips, the final remnants of her virginity dripping away. The red stained the silk of the cushion, a permanent reminder of the interlocking of their loins.
Taking great care, he began to pump his hips, sliding in and out of her goddess-like body. Her existence served his ambitions, served his plans, yet the reluctance to hurt her came from an affection that was begrudgingly genuine.
Irith gazed into his eyes, pushing through the pain as pleasure steadily built inside of her. His large shaft was created only to breed, a fate her womb craved.
“Am I hurting you, my little Empress?” he asked, releasing a breath of pent-up arousal.
She shook her head, gritting her teeth as he moved in and out of her snug tunnel with short and slow thrusts.
Pleased, he gradually increased his speed, his cock burning with pleasure. He had claimed her, a goal long in the making. To finally taste her sweet depths, to breed a pussy truly worthy of his seed, the hardness of his erection was nearly painful.
He leaned in, pressing their lips together as he rocked his hips back and forth atop her. She closed her eyes, lost in the moment she truly became a woman. A moan passed from her lips, her body quivering each time he sank himself fully.
Their interlocked bodies bathed in the light of the setting sun, the red illumination slowly fading with each passing minute. Dominax used his left hand to travel to her side, caressing her smooth skin as her grip tightened on his right. Her now free hand moved to the back of his head, running her fingers passionately through his dark hair.
His left hand settled onto her breast, a perfectly round orb of womanly flesh that would soon nurture his children. The image of his potential son ran through his mind, suckling from his mother’s perky nipple. Dominax shuddered, gently biting Irith’s bottom lip in primal heat.
Irith held him closely, feeling his powerful form atop her. The delicate fingers of her left hand traveled along his muscles, imagining the battles he must have fought. His seed was certain to grant her strong and healthy children, the family she had always desired. The memory of their own conflict poured through her, recalling the power he had wielded as their opposing armies had collided. The fear she had felt upon witnessing the fire and lightning radiating from his fingers from across the battlefield…she groaned against him.
The exceptional tightness of her vagina drove Dominax wild, its walls squeezing and caressing every inch of his shaft. Yet where he had roughly pounded himself into countless slave girls and worshipers, he found himself thrusting into Irith with a slow yet deep intensity. Each thrust felt electrified, a steady rhythm pushing their loins together then apart.
Irith nuzzled his neck, each sensual moan tingling against his skin as she whispered into his ear. “I want…your seed, my God Emperor…oooohhh…”
Dominax’s jaw tightened as lust raged through him, his balls aching with anticipation. Two long years of waiting, of subtle manipulation, and her womb would finally be his. He could have forced himself upon her at any time, tasted the delectable pleasures of her body against her will yet it would have all been a waste. Though he would have gained the powerful heir he desired, he needed her mind, her willingness. He needed…Dominax could not bring himself to admit that he desired her heart. What was love to a God Emperor if not a weakness?
“Dominax…oooohhhh I want you, please…finish inside…” Irith moaned, knowing full well of what she asked for. Through their endless talks she had learned of his unmatched potency, knowing that his seed was almost certain to get her fertile young body pregnant. She wanted it, craved the pleasure of motherhood. She kissed his neck before brushing her sensual lips against his ear. “Give me your child…and I shall be eternally yours….”
Wrapping his arms around her neck Dominax held her as close as possible, his body pinning her beneath him as he continued to buck his hips against her. She groaned in bliss, their flesh grinding into each other.
His arousal burned brighter, and brighter, every ounce of his existence desiring only to knock up the gorgeous female beneath him. Her womanhood quivered, desperate for his baby.
Groaning like a ferocious lixidion breeding its mate, Dominax plunged his cock into her depths, his tip pressed against her cervix as he began to orgasm.
Irith gasped in pleasure, wrapping her strong feminine legs around his waist and holding onto him as tightly as possible. His viscous liquid spurted into her, causing her to clench her eyes shut and bask in the moment of their child’s conception. Her body screamed in ecstasy, receiving the very thing she had wished for. The father she had never known, the mother who had perished in childbirth, and the twin brother fallen in battle. Only she remained, a woman who lived to support her kin yet held none to speak of. She would birth her own, create a new purpose and legacy for herself. She would finally be…content.
Breathing heavily, they remained locked together, cradling each other as the night sky swept away the red illumination overhead. Utterly satisfied, Dominax could hardly move, hardly think about anything beyond the walls of the future throne room. Hundreds of thousands of lives depended on his rule, yet in that moment only his Empress held value.
Dominax felt a trickle of liquid against his neck, and he pulled his head back in surprise to see tears streaming down Irith’s gorgeous cheeks. “Are you…in pain?”
Irith shook her head, smiling up at him. “No, Dominax…that was…perfect,” she said, pulling him back down to lay atop her. He remained buried in her womanhood, neither of them wanting their loins to depart.
“Yes…perfect.”
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