Vaid Empire: Conquest
Chapter 104
42nd of Twic, 20 AVE.
Kingdom of Vaidrin, Crosia.
The end of the Arkos Kingdoms began the moment The God Emperor stepped onto the deck of Crosia’s harbor. Once bustling and crowded, the countless merchants and sailors had long been cleared away to make room for the imperial fleet.
As the ships swayed in the rolling waves behind, Dominax’s white cloak fluttered in the pounding rain as the legion disembarked. They gathered into neat lines, ready to march up the wide street towards the city’s center. Thunder accompanied a flash of lightning that tore across the night sky to illuminate the thousands of armored men and women that poured from the ships.
The sound of their steps pounding against the paving stones of the clean street boomed through the tall buildings on either side as they marched. Ahead, Castle Riax loomed in the darkness, its windows illuminated and ready to welcome their holy ruler. Though local guards ensured the street was empty, countless faces peered from their houses to watch the white flood pouring through their city. No doubt they saw the bright glow of The God Emperor’s eyes as he marched to claim what was already his.
Just behind, Lalian endured the warm rain with the hood of his cloak pulled over his head. The flash of lightning behind the towering castle ahead startled him, though he hurried to keep up with Dominax’s powerful strides.
Nothing stood in their way as the doors to Castle Riax stood wide open in preparation. The basic structure of the old stronghold of Crosia was visible beneath the many renovations added over the years, though much like the city itself, the castle had been expanded greatly in the wake of The Empire’s rise. The latest extension of the building welcomed them, for they marched into a grand throne room decorated with the purple banners of House Riax.
There, high atop her throne, High Lady Pinalia sat proudly. She had evidently summoned every servant and slave under her command at the news of the legion’s arrival, for they crowded the long chamber. They bowed in unison the moment The God Emperor entered, and the nearest trembled before their holy ruler.
Pinalia stood from her throne. As her servants scurried to make way, she stepped down from the dais and lowered herself before The God Emperor, kneeling to grant his polished boot a kiss, making Lalian raise his brow in surprise. With a devoted grin, she lowered her head in submission. “I, High Lady Pinalia of House Riax, am honored to kneel before you, my God Emperor. The throne of Crosia is yours.”
He watched her gesture to her family’s noble seat. For his short time in Crosia, it would be adequate. “Rise,” his deep voice commanded, making the servants shudder as it echoed through the chamber. “You know why I’ve come.”
“Of course, your holiness.” She rose gracefully to her feet. Clasping her hands proudly behind her back, her pretty lips offered a sly grin. She was a short woman, though somewhat sturdy, for cut-outs in the sides of her purple dress left her wide childbearing hips and strong legs bare. Her dark brown hair hung in several long braids that cascaded down her back, while the thin chimira-silk of her dress held her noticeable breasts firmly. “Accommodations for the legion have already been cleared and prepared, your majesty. They shall learn the gratitude and hospitality of Crosia during their stay here. As will you.”
The God Emperor loomed before her, glowing silver eyes studying his vassal. He remembered her appearance faintly, having seen her once or twice among the countless nobles at his feasts, though back then she had merely been the daughter of High Lord Priax. Her name, however, was quite familiar, for the Truthseekers hidden among her court continued to send encoded reports of her deeds following her accension to the throne, as they did with all his vassals.
“Yet the hour is late. If you’ll permit it, I’d be honored to escort you to your quarters myself, your holiness,” she continued.
“By all means.” He allowed her to lead with a wave of his hand.
Pleased, she summoned a woman from a group of Sages near the throne. Evidently Crosia’s appointed Divine Mother, her closest advisor, Pinalia spoke in a low tone as she pressed close to the woman’s ear. “Command the servants to guide the legionaries to their accommodations as we’ve practiced.”
As the Sage nodded, hurrying to fulfill her duties, The High Lady turned to regard Lalian. “Ah, and our Grand Imperial Architect. It’s an honor to meet you,” she said, making Lalian swallow at the sound of her smooth voice. “Please, join us. Your quarters are near his majesty’s.”
Lalian hurried to follow as she moved to depart. Her obvious eagerness did little to rush her steps, for she walked at The God Emperor’s side with calculated and seductive strides, swaying her wide hips.
The throne room erupted into a cacophony of voices as the servants and Sages coordinated with the commanders to divide the legion into groups as Pinalia ventured down a hallway.
“I was displeased to learn of your father’s death,” Dominax stated bluntly as they navigated the many corridors of the castle. “High Lord Priax was among the first to pledge their Chiefdoms to my throne,” he said, remembering the day Kixanil, Priax, and Ainir had sought out a demonstration of his powers. Decades ago, at the very start of his rule, it nearly seemed to be another life. “He was quite useful.”
Pinalia’s grin subtly faded, yet the swaying of her hips continued to draw Lalian’s curious gaze. “That’s very kind of you to say, your holiness. Father always did enjoy a good hunt.” Her lips tightened. “Until he sought to slay a Sloatis alone, of course.”
Dominax knew the tale well, for reports of Priax’s death had arrived just after they had departed for The Lanthian Jungle.
They ventured up to the highest level of the castle, passing guards that bowed low. Continuing to watch her swaying hips at every possible moment, Lalian’s cheeks were a dark shade of green when they finally arrived, coming to a stop outside what was once a set of double doors, though was now only concealed by hanging animal skins. A pair of pretty slaves pulled apart the skins, revealing a large chamber decorated with further skins, horns, and long claws of exotic beasts. Ceremonial weapons hung on display upon the walls, while a round bed sat in the center, protected by hanging silks in the color of House Riax.
“Father had…rugged tastes. I’ve yet to bring myself to redecorate,” Pinalia explained as they stepped inside.
Dominax ran his fingers over the nearest blade, offering no complaint. The revelation that she had relinquished her own personal chambers to his use was only fitting. If she hoped he would forgo her generous offer and accept a smaller chamber, she’d be disappointed, though a single glance at her told him that she would not. Standing dutifully, hands clasped behind her back to push out her ample breasts, she stood with an eagerness to serve. Behind her gaze danced the very thing he sought in all beings he encountered, a subtle hunger, a drive. In her eyes lingered ambition. “This will be adequate.”
Pleased, a seductive grin flavored her lips. “Very well, your majesty. I will not disturb you a moment longer.” Turning to Lalian, she continued. “Come, Lord Lalian. Your quarters are just across the hall.”
Seeking a moment of solitude, Dominax crossed to a wide window. He peered out at the mountains in the distance, mere miles from the city below. A flash of lightning illuminated their shape, as if beckoning to him.
With his ambition in sight, his eyes glowed in the dim light of the chamber.
43rd of Twic, 20 AVE.
Kingdom of Lian, Praith.
Cendra was more than ready to be rid of the jungle, yet as Praith loomed ahead, she knew she’d have to bear it a while longer. Regardless, she still felt weightless.
More than a month of marching through the endless trees had left the legionaries under her command exhausted. Though the threat of an ambush from the sky had ended, the danger of the horrid creatures that lurked in the vegetation had not. It was rare to catch more than a glimpse of the monstrosities prowling in the shadows. One moment she saw a tail as long as four men slithering into a burrow, and the next she heard the skittering of legs tapping quickly up a nearby tree that sent a shiver up her spine. It had only required a single scout to stumble into a gargantuan web in the dark for Cendra to abandon any notion of marching after the sun fell, yet even when guards were posted to patrol the border of their camp each night, they still awoke in the morning to find that several legionnaires had been dragged off into the darkness.
Their safety approached with every step, and Cendra couldn’t help but feel her heart quicken at the sight of the royal entourage waiting ahead. Having obviously seen their approach from miles away, dozens of men and women in dirty white cloaks stood ready to greet them, flanking the members of House Vaid. The sight of Vixin’s eager smile ahead made Cendra march faster, though there was another she longed to reach. Standing in front of the royals, Clin stood ready, clearly in command.
Her love waited in armor that had seen better days. Dirty, though undamaged, the white plates of chimira steel concealed any hint of his wounds. Tempian had nearly been a lost cause by the time The God Emperor’s order of retreat had arrived. Though he left as many men behind to retain a hold on the ruined city, Clin had departed for Praith just as Cendra left the conquered Capital, unwilling to let his small army suffer in Tempian another day.
There he stood, and it required every ounce of her control to keep from running to him. She marched with her Knights and Anthara at her side ahead of the legion, hearing the cheers from Praith overhead as they reached them.
It was Clin that closed the distance. The blond warrior greeted her with a deep kiss of relief. When they parted, he peered at her as if looking at a ghost, reaching out as if to check if she was real. “You promised you’d return.”
“So I have.” She offered a smile that spoke of her triumph, feeling as if she could sprout Lanthian wings and fly. Behind the clear relief in his gaze, however, she saw a hint of pain as he glanced back at what remained of the legion. “Though without many of those you sent me with.”
“Cendra,” Vixin muttered as she hurried to her sister, aware of the countless eyes upon them as she wrapped her in a tight embrace. Cendra’s arms remained rigid at her sides, only to soften before returning the embrace. Even Cendra could sense the worry pouring through her sister, yet Vixin couldn’t help but grin as they parted. “The Goddess of War, then? I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.”
She blushed. “I did not ask for it.” As she turned her head, she saw Nafalya waiting silently beside them, cradling a new pregnancy. They offered each other little more than a customary nod of acknowledgement. “Nafalya.”
“So you live. Very curious,” Nafalya said from behind her emotionless mask. “Oh I’m pleased, of course. Father would have been greatly harmed if you perished.”
Cendra’s lips thinned to a stern line. “Thank you.” At her sister’s side, Hesin’s mask matched his lover’s. She didn’t bother to sense the paternity of the pregnancy, of course, for her attention was seized by the sight of Cliax standing just behind the adults. With the raids at an end, bringing the children beneath the city while under careful guard was no longer unthinkable. Together they all stood, with the twins and Jinilya at his side. An instinct to swoop her son into her arms was swiftly pushed aside, and instead she simply reached down to pat his head as he hugged her waist tightly.
She offered Arinax a soft smile, an unnatural sight upon her stern lips, yet he looked down without a word. She felt her stomach tighten with guilt as the smile faded.
Only when she stepped away from her golden prince did she notice the ruler of Praith waiting behind the royals. The new High Lady Falin greeted her with a bow, as was required, yet even beneath the city she ruled, a single glance was required to see who was truly in charge here.
“Princess Cendra of House Vaid, daughter of the holy conqueror, I am pleased to welcome you back to Praith,” the Lanthian woman said with a seductive smile, knowing how to play her part. Decorated in the traditional armor of a Lanthian warrior, she cradled the egg The God Emperor had granted her as if it was the most precious object in the world. “The presence of a hero of The Empire honors us all.”
Cendra nodded once more in gratitude, though there was little reason to waste her words upon her father’s pawn. Anthara, however, eyed the egg in Falin’s grasp with a hard expression. In her hands was the future Anthara had chosen for the city of her birth. Both women had betrayed their people in their own way, breeding with The God Emperor. She shared a look with the young ruler, a silent understanding, a kinship.
“There’s much to do, my love,” Clin said with a hint of fatigue to his tone. “Prince Fonax’s army has gone on ahead to prepare the fleet for our departure, though we are far from the edge of the jungle. Come with me.”
Before the royal entourage moved to ascend to the city, she turned to grant orders to her remaining commanders as their forces prepared to settle in Praith.
As they climbed the stairs of the city, Vixin fell back to join Anthara’s side, taking her arm gently. “Don’t think I’m not pleased to see you alive as well,” she said quietly. With a glance at King Galis’s bitter march, and Lord Drivis’s hollow gaze, she grimaced. “You came back with more of yourself than others. In fact, I’d dare to say you’re standing a little taller.”
“Taller? Hardly.” Anthara shrugged as the two women shared a faint chuckle, only for her tone to grow serious. “Besides, I had something to return to. Is my son…”
“He’s perfectly safe in the care of the slaves,” Vixin assured her. “I’ll take you to him.”
Anthara freed a breath she hadn’t known she was holding in as she quickened her steps.
Reaching the city, the group broke into pieces as the royals set about their own duties. Cendra marched with long, elegant strides at Clin’s side as he led what remained of the group towards the royal stronghold. She saw the throne platform nearby, remembering the death of Priach Alinan. Echoes of the raids remained in the damaged buildings they passed. The structure ahead that had become their temporary home was nearly unrecognizable from what it had been when they first arrived, now little more than a messy patchwork of repairs and expansions. She was more than ready to leave the accursed city forever, yet what would they leave behind? A thought of Irith made her grimace.
Vixin took charge of the children as she and Anthara escorted them upstairs, while Clin ushered Cendra into the strategy chamber. Sealing the door, he wasted little time as he fell into their duties, gesturing to the maps and charts upon the round table.
“We will rendezvous with the fleet here,” he said, pointing to an area near the northern border. “From there, we’ll sail to join your father in Crosia.” He leaned with his fists upon the table as he spoke quickly and intently. “Now, I’ll need to know exactly who and what survived the siege of The Capital and the long march here. How many of your warriors are injured? What do they require? What supplies remain? I must know how many we can spare to defend Praith while we-”
She cut him off with a kiss.
“Cendra…” he muttered when their lips parted, pausing as if the taste of her had momentarily shattered his thoughts. Yet his duty remained. “My love, we must prepare. A long march awaits us, and a longer war beyond that. Their lives are in our hands.”
“Yet what of our lives?” She pressed closer, caressing his chestplate. Still she felt weightless and free, as if she had shattered heavy chains and thrown them down from the heights of The Capital. “We survived. I won’t waste another minute.”
He tried to resist her as she unfastened his armor. “Every hour of every day I wondered if you were lying dead in the mud. At night I sat awake, hoping you were a warm body in a tent and not a cold corpse in the darkness. Still I waited, and still I served my duty.”
She pulled away his chestplate, finding the bandage across his chest. The sight of it only quickened her work as she stripped him down to his one-suit. “I’m not a corpse, Clin. I lived. I conquered. They named me The Goddess of War, yet who knows what tomorrow shall bring?” She reached down, caressing his groin through the fabric. “I want you here, now, while we both draw breath.”
He bit his lip at her touch. His body seemed to agree. When he opened his mouth to protest, she put a finger to his lips.
Victory drove her hand. She would claim what she desired. Forcefully guiding him onto his back to rest atop the table, he didn’t resist. Cendra swiftly maneuvered to straddle his waist, caressing his fit form.
“I need this, Clin,” she confessed as desire filled her silver gaze. “I want this. I want you inside me.” He winced when she touched his chest, and she offered a silent apology before reaching down to find his groin.
He touched her soft thighs with a groan. “How long has…” His lips parted as she unfastened the groin slit of his one-suit, pulling his cock free. The softness of her fingers made him shudder with a need he had endured for far too long, missing her touch more than he had admitted to himself.
“Too long. FAR too long, my love.” After so long, she had feared his lust would be a stranger to her. With his girth in her grasp, however, she let a devious grin play across her pretty features, finding him to be more than familiar. “I…oohh…”
The moan of a princess echoed as she guided him beneath the skirt of her outfit, sliding him easily into her soaking tightness. Her body grew tense at the intrusion of a cock after so long, yet every inch that pushed inside freed her further.
Clin’s hold tightened upon her thighs as he endured. Never could one forget the divine pleasure of a Vaid’s vagina, yet even after years, he felt as if he glided into the greatest ecstasy of his life for the first time whenever he experienced his royal lover. Any hope of resisting her died the instant she sank down upon his cock.
“Yes…” she whispered, savoring the feeling as her body adjusted. “I need this…”
The royal sex of an imperial princess gripped his cock in its constricting grasp. When she began to move her hips, the feeling nearly sent him into madness, as if every inch of his manhood was caressed by countless feathers. “Cendra…”
She was weightless atop him. Unburdened and free, she rode him as if his cock was her next conquest. With every movement she grew bolder, rocking her hips with the desire of one that had stared into the eyes of death, certain she’d never feel such pleasures again.
“Cum…ahh…inside me, Clin,” she demanded, savoring his cock like a hungry goddess.
He lifted his head in shock, feeling his manhood twitch inside the fertile loins of a Vaid, knowing the danger. “Cendra…your father…he…” Gritting his teeth, he endured the ecstasy tingling through his cock. “We…ahh…don’t have his permission…ahh…for a second child…”
“Damn his permission. Damn…ahh…everything,” she muttered. “I want this…I want to feel the seed…ahh…of the man I love…now!”
He stared at her as if she was a stranger. “You’ll…ahh…fall pregnant…”
No longer did she care. No longer could she hold back. She had disobeyed once, only to be reborn. “I don’t care! I want…ahh…you to get me pregnant again!”
His grip tightened, nearly daring to harm her ultra-soft skin. Any man in The Empire would have committed great atrocities for a single chance to hear a princess of House Vaid demand their seed. In his pleasure, and his agony, Clin could only think of his secret. “Cendra…”
She had survived. Her hips moved with wild abandon, milking his cock as her divine sex caressed every inch of the manhood buried inside her. “Breed me…Clin! Damn the world!” Cendra grinned, feeling as if she was floating. “Cum inside me!”
The joy upon her face was all he cared to see, yet his own fell into despair. A lie held their pleasure together, a shield crumbling beneath the weight of his secret. Would she still desire his seed if she knew of his betrayal? If she knew of Cilith?
Every movement was familiar, an echo of Vixin. She too had been atop him, coaxing his seed, his mistake. Only this morning he had granted Vixin another message to send to their daughter, out in the world somewhere, hidden beyond his reach.
“Get me…ahh…pregnant!”
Clin gritted his teeth in agony. The lie threatened to consume him. The only woman he loved was atop him, loins together, yet she felt further away than ever before. Guilt burned in his chest, more painful than his wound. No longer could he endure. “No…”
The word was merely a whisper, yet she looked down with a hungry grin. “Fear not…my love. Plant your seed…ahh…as deep as you-”
“No,” he stated louder, meeting her gaze with hard features.
His grim expression cut through her haze of bliss, and the pleasure faded upon her lips. “Clin…I won’t waste…ahh…another moment, for tomorrow we-”
“No, Cendra,” he demanded. Every word felt like a dagger plunging into his flesh. “Stop…this. I…cannot!”
Horrified, her movements slowed as his cock slid in and out of her sex. “Clin…please, I-”
“Stop…” He felt himself growing closer to his limit with every second, dragged against his will towards an orgasm that would further his lie. “I can’t!”
No longer was she floating. No longer was she weightless. Gradually slowing to a stop, she held him inside, feeling his cock becoming a stranger.
“Forgive me,” he said as he guided her off his lap. His cock glided slowly from her loins, savoring every tantalizing sensation as he left her, growing cold outside her warmth. When he thought of Vixin, he grew colder. “Forgive me, though I…can’t.”
The hurt upon her face matched her confusion as she watched him stand. “Clin?”
He ran a hand through his hair, feeling old, exhausted. “This is not the time to play these games.”
“Games?” Her cheeks darkened as her lips thinned, holding her legs tightly shut as she hid behind the mask of a cold expression. “So be it.”
The sight of her pained him, yet he couldn’t meet her silver gaze as the thought of Cilith lingered. Instead, he quietly redressed before finding sanctuary in the charts and maps upon the table, straightening any that had been disturbed by their brief moment of passion. “We have our duties to attend to.” He cleared his throat, refusing to look up. “If you’ll provide the reports I requested, I’d be grateful. Later. I should have granted you time to settle in.”
She stared at him coldly. Lingering, she finally walked to the door in silence.
“Cendra,” he said before she could depart, glancing back. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved.” Still he could not meet her gaze. “Remember that.”
The door closed behind her as she offered no reply.
She paused in the hallway. Though the guards bowed, they stood like lifeless statues after straightening, and she felt alone as she took a silent breath. It’d be a simple thing to lash out, to drive her fist through a wooden wall, yet instead she felt…tired.
No longer did her steps feel weightless. As she climbed the stairs, she felt as if heavy chains were locked around her ankles. Though she felt the subtle tingling remnants of their sex, all she desired now was to find her personal chamber and lock herself away.
Surely the slaves had maintained her former bedchamber for her use. If not, she was in no mood to find where her belongings had been relocated. As she reached the door, however, a soft voice came from behind to stop her.
“Wait,” Vixin said as she stepped from the room across from hers. Before closing the door, Cendra could hear the children inside. “Do you have a moment?”
“I’m tired, Vixin. Perhaps another time,” she replied, holding back a sigh of exhaustion.
“I promise I’ll be brief, then.” Vixin waved away the guards as her other hand remained hidden behind her back, waiting until they were alone before presenting her gift. “I couldn’t say much while the others were around. Appearances, you know. I merely wanted to say how deeply relieved I am that you’ve returned unharmed. I was…worried.”
Cendra looked down at the small wooden box in her sister’s grasp.
Vixin tapped the box with a finger, clearly hesitating before deciding to offer it. “In fact, I brought you a gift. Just something small to congratulate you on your victory.” She shrugged. “I know how much you’ve longed for a day like this.”
Taking the box carefully, Cendra felt a tingle of familiarity as she eyed the circular symbol carved into the surface of the lid. When she recalled its meaning, the pre-empire symbol of ‘forgiveness’, her eyes widened. Even nine years later, she remembered. “Is this…”
“The very same.” Vixin offered a nervous smile. Her failed peace offering, she stood as if fearing she’d receive the same reaction the gift had received from Cendra all those years ago in Deci.
Opening the box, the memory of that horrid moment made Cendra’s hand move unsteadily as she revealed what was inside. Just like she had found back then, a vibshir waited inside, resting upon the same carved depiction of a vagina she had seen all those years ago. “Vixin…why?”
She shrugged, fighting to appear calm. “I thought I’d hold onto it, just in case. The vibshir is new, of course.” Vixin gently caressed the squirming creature with a finger. A mix of vibrant purple and black, it began to vibrate intensely before she coaxed it to stop. “A descendant of the one I offered you back then, actually. The result of selective breeding. Call it a…hobby of sorts,” she chuckled before her features softened. “This one is…or was my favorite. Treat him well.”
Silent, Cendra noticed that words had been freshly carved into the inside of the lid. “To my dear sister, our brave Goddess of War. May she always return home.”
“I’ve learned it’s best to give you such gifts in person, rather than sneaking into your room,” Vixin chuckled lightheartedly. When Cendra didn’t respond, she couldn’t conceal the apprehension in her tone. “Will you…accept it this time?”
Closing the box carefully, Cendra dared to step closer, appearing out of place as she embraced Vixin. Momentarily stunned, Vixin wrapped her arms around her in return, pulling her close.
Cendra wasn’t certain why she thought of Hazia’s corpse, or of Clin’s rejection, or why a sudden sense of loneliness seeped through her being, yet as she felt the warmth of her sister, a dampness gathered in her gaze. With an exhausted breath, she finally replied. “Thank you.”
Vixin couldn’t help but grin, squeezing her.
When Cendra had endured more than she could bear, she eased from her sister’s tight embrace. She held the box between them as she studied the lid, tracing a finger over the symbol. “If I recall correctly, you weren’t exactly pleased with me when we departed from Domani. Yet you brought this all the same.”
“I brought much of my vibshir collection. Perhaps it was simply mixed in with the rest of the boxes.” Vixin shrugged once more, lowering her tone. “Or perhaps I had hope.”
As Cendra met her eyes, silver into silver, a remnant of her weightlessness returned.
After awkwardly clearing her throat, Vixin smiled. “Of course, I promised to be brief. I’ll leave you to settle in. Rest, Cendra, for I have a feeling the path ahead is going to be quite long and rough.” As she reached the top of the stairs, she turned back. “I’m glad you’re safe, Cendra. Truly. Though we’re far from Domani, welcome home all the same.”
As her sister departed, Cendra stood in silence. When she held the box against her chest, she couldn’t help but endure a faint smile of her own.
44th of Twic, 20 AVE.
Kingdom of Vaidrin, Crosia.
Dominax loomed atop the throne of Crosia. For hours he had summoned commander after commander to solidify his orders for their eventual march through the mountains. With hundreds of miles of colossal peaks and summits standing between Crosia and The Wandering Desert, he left no detail unaccounted for. Orders on precisely how to integrate and organize the two legions into one once the fleet under Clin’s command arrived were discussed. The transportation and organization of supplies were settled explicitly. A hard journey lay ahead and above, and a single oversight could spell catastrophe.
Occasionally, Dominax entertained himself by permitting an audience from the citizens of Crosia. There was no end to the individuals eager to present their issues to The God Emperor himself. Older individuals that had once worn rough tunics and simple loincloths before his rise now came dressed in some of the finest and richest clothing in all of The Empire. Members of the younger generation came to him with little knowledge of Crosia’s bloody past, nor the memory of fearing each day that their settlement would be attacked and destroyed by their neighbors. Their problems, their vibrant and elegant clothing, and their words were no different from the citizens of Domani, and Dominax savored the proof of his steadily uniting realm.
When at last he had grown weary of the throne, he put an end to the day’s preparations and found his way to his personal quarters. Torches illuminated the corridors in the darkness, for the sun had long fallen below the horizon.
Arriving outside his chamber, he sensed the nervous apprehension of the pair of slaves that waited before the skins concealing the entrance. Intrigued, he cupped the chin of the nearest girl, making her tremble. “What awaits inside?”
Shaking at his touch, the slave nearly melted in his grasp. “H…High Lady Pinalia…your holiness…”
No doubt the pair feared their mistress’s intrusion into his personal quarters would prod his rage. Whether they feared for their own lives or that of their owner mattered little, for he offered the girl a curious smirk. “Remove yourself from my path.”
Fully intending to face whatever scheme his vassal had prepared, Dominax marched inside. Electricity tingled upon his fingertips as he prepared to meet the first hint of danger with utter destruction, yet the sight before him eased his powers.
Ahead, a ring of candles had been lit around the round bed, illuminating the outline of a woman through the thin silks hanging to enclose the bed. She was a beacon in the darkness, for shadows caressed the weapons upon the walls.
He could sense her. Ahead, her anticipation fluttered through the fabric of reality with every beat of her heart, as if begging for him to pull back the silk. He could see the outline of a box beside her as she rested upon her side.
Reaching the bed, he offered no hesitation. A finger parted the hanging silk, dragging it aside to reveal his prize. There, lying upon the sheets, High Lady Pinalia awaited his arrival. She offered an eager grin, running a hand down her curves, protected only by a thin sheet draped over her soft skin. “I’ve been waiting, your holiness.”
Near her feet rested a closed chest made of chimira steel and gold. Intrigued, he drank in the sight of her. “I didn’t summon you.”
“Yet you might find that I have much to offer.” Pushing the lid with her foot, she carefully opened the chest. Inside, white imperial coins filled the entire box, mixed with rare gems that nearly glowed in the candlelight. “Forgive my intrusion.”
Sensing no other in the room, he turned to command the slaves to close the skins hanging across the doorframe. The ambition in her eyes intrigued him far more than the box, hardly glancing at the moderate fortune on display. “Perhaps, if you come to the point quickly.”
A tug slid the sheet from her hip, letting it glide down her front to reveal her nakedness. Running a finger over her bare curves, her hungry grin nearly begged for his approach. “This was inevitable, my God Emperor. I’ve had little time to warm my father’s throne, yet I began to collect my offerings long before.” She gestured with a gentle hand. “Please, join me. I shall grant you much more than my little tale.”
All too intrigued by the request, Dominax removed his crown. Placing it carefully upon a nearby desk, he returned to the bed to find her kneeling upon the sheets, her ample breasts hanging firm and round. She pushed them together with a coy smile, drawing him closer, as if luring a predator.
“All beings know of your…appetite. It’s no secret that any woman that catches your attention tends to depart with a baby in her belly,” she explained in her smooth voice. Hesitating, she sought his approval before daring to lay a hand upon him, beginning to remove his armor with great care. “Oh, your holiness, I won’t be the first, nor shall I be the last, yet I pray you permit me a chance.”
Her touch coaxed a warmth to his loins. Her body was far from delicate, for trained muscles rested beneath soft feminine flesh, yet she touched him gently. Each piece of armor he allowed her to remove was placed with reverence at the edge of the large bed. “That’s what you hoped to purchase, then? A chance?”
“Father always sought to breed me with ordinary men, yet I had other plans. Oh, I had my fun, of course, though never did he find a man I deemed worthy of my womb.” She ran a hand over her toned midriff. “Perhaps I was selfish. Continuing the bloodline of House Riax was my duty, of course. Oh, he was quite…disagreeable whenever I argued for my true desires.”
Free of his armor, Dominax claimed her hands in his, guiding her closer. In her late twenties, her lack of children was certainly abnormal for any fertile woman. Sensing her, savoring her soul, he could feel just how utterly fertile she truly was.
“Now that I hold his throne, I shall select who sires my heir,” she said with only a hint of sorrow. “I know the value of your blood. I had hoped to come before you, to present my offering and bargain for your seed, yet it seems fate brought you to me instead.” She leaned forward, hesitating only for a moment before brushing her lips against his. A quiver ran through her legs as she tasted what she had long imagined. “I can wait no longer.”
He chuckled. “Surely you know I have no need of meager offerings.”
Curiosity tingled in her gaze. “What else do you seek, your holiness?”
Once more he kissed her, savoring his prey. His breath was warm against her skin as his deep voice oozed from his lips. “I’d take your ambition. Show it to me.” He touched her wide hips, drawing her closer. “Reveal the depth of your craving.”
A breath escaped her, yet she offered an eager smile. “As you wish, my God Emperor.” Reaching back, she tipped the chest over, spilling its contents across the sheets. “Damn my offering. I’ll give you a child worthy of your seed instead.” She pulled him cautiously, weary of overstepping, yet hungering all the same. “I want you to get me pregnant.”
He explored her warm body, hands caressing her curves. A silent command permitted her to remove his one-suit, revealing his scars to the candlelight lapping at the edges of the round bed. When at last he discarded the only clothing left between them, he roughly forced her onto her back, hearing her gasp of surprise as she surrendered to his explorations.
She parted her legs to invite him inside with an eager grin, moaning when his hands ventured to assess her true offering. Her juices wetted his fingers with the anticipation she had endured. Her body was prepared, ready, begging to receive what she craved.
The coins lay scattered beneath them as he pushed himself inside, hearing her deep groan as he claimed what was rightfully his. His vassal shuddered in pleasure beneath him, meeting his lips, letting passion guide her tongue.
Her experienced sex yearned for his seed, greedily accepting him as deep as he could reach. His tip pressed hard against her limit, a warning, touching the very entrance to the womb she offered.
“Ohh…your holiness,” she nearly whimpered with lust into his ear. “Breed me…”
His hips rocked with precision. The coins shifted as she writhed in pleasure beneath him. Crosia had grown wealthy beneath his rule, enjoying a close proximity to The Capital. As the population prospered, it was only right to place his own blood upon House Riax’s throne.
The memory of his scrawny Arkos girl lingered, relieved to find that his guilt continued to be a faded echo. Pinalia was nearly the opposite of the exotic slave in every way. Human, curvy, moderately strong, her round breasts jiggled with every thrust. No doubt The High Lady of Crosia would give birth to his child with ease, for her body seemed to have been designed to breed.
“Thank you…ohhh…thank you! Yes!” Pinalia wrapped her arms around his neck, forgetting her place as she was enraptured in pleasure. “Get me pregnant! I…ahh…want to get pregnant!”
Every word, every movement coaxed his own ambitions further. Instincts that had sat dormant in the wake of Irith’s death flared to life, grinning viciously as he craved to impregnate the noble body beneath him. His blood sought to claim another throne. Dominax’s desire burned anew, flaring brightly like a raging fire that consumed his aims, determined to see another of his spawn in power. There was no stopping the inevitable. No force could pull him from her greedy loins until he was done.
“The Divine Mother…ahh…of Crosia taught me much. I…I want an heir of your blood…ahh…of your holy power…” she confessed. “Grant me a strong…ahh…son that may slay any…ahh…that threatens House Riax…or a daughter…ahh…beautiful and fertile…that may birth a dozen heirs of her own…”
Dominax gritted his teeth. House Riax had been founded by High Lord Priax at his command, as had all new Houses when he had introduced heraldry to the south. He couldn’t help but think of old Priax, wondering what his dead vassal would think to see his cock buried deep between his fertile daughter’s parted legs.
“Father…ahh…wanted me to stay far away…yet no other would do…” Pinalia moaned. “Forgive me…you old fool…” she said with a hint of sorrow before it was washed away with a gasp of ecstasy. “Oohh…House Riax…deserves better than the spawn…ahh…of ordinary men…”
Hints of his old ally were visible in her beautiful features. The taboo knowledge that she moaned in the former bed of her father only deepened his lust. Sheets that Priax had once slept in now grew moist by the vaginal juices of his daughter as she begged Dominax to breed her. The light glinted off the polished blades decorating the walls, serving as reminders all around. They came from a time before The Empire, another era, another life, yet Dominax was the future. Priax should have known better.
Soft skin moved against him with every thrust as he held her down. Her body yearned to breed, aching, desperate to conceive. It was a true tragedy to have made her womb wait for so many years. Her wide hips could have birthed many children with ease during the previous years. At the very least, the child he’d grant her would be worth FAR more than any other baby she could have made.
“I want a strong heir…I want a worthy heir…” Pinalia moaned loudly. With every confession of her ambition, he pushed harder against her limit. “My God Emperor…my breeder…get me pregnant!”
Slamming his hips deep inside her with powerful thrusts, he held every intention of granting her his child, yet he was far from done.
***
The echoes came from across the hall as Lalian rested in bed. Atop the sheets, he bit his lip, blushing at the muffled sounds of pleasure coming from The God Emperor’s chamber.
He wanted to simply go to sleep. Yes, if he drifted into his dreams, he wouldn’t be forced to endure the sounds. Yet as he concentrated upon the noise, he knew sleep was impossible.
The sound wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, such was precisely his dilemma. Looking down, bare, he watched as his manhood grew harder with every passing moment. The sound of a muffled moan, a groan, the faint creaking and shifting of the bed, each noise made his erection stand taller against his will.
Still he could see her. In his perfect memory, Pinalia’s hips continued to sway. Closing his eyes, he could only imagine the bliss it would be to slide between her strong thighs.
“Get me pregnant!” he heard Pinalia’s muffled shout through his door. Squeezing his hands into fists, feeling a rush of lust that demanded his attention, he fought to hold back. When he thought of Dominax thrusting between the thighs he so desired, however, his willpower shattered.
His lips parted in a silent gasp as he gripped his manhood. Even alone, his cheeks darkened with shame, beginning to stroke up and down at the thought of his friend pushing deep into The High Lady’s sex.
“Yes! Ohh…your holiness…cum deep inside me!” Once more he heard her muffled begging. Lalian’s legs twitched with desire.
The memory of her tantalizing body remained firmly fixed in his mind. Now, that seductive body belonged to his friend. Envy mixed with lust, pleased that Dominax was enjoying such alluring gifts, even as the sound tormented him.
Loud moans were reduced to muffled echoes by the time they reached him, caressing his ears pleasantly. No doubt many others could hear, yet the mating lovers never seemed to care. Their passion rang out, as if seeking to let the entire city know their imminent conception.
Gasping, gripping hard, Lalian bucked his hips, knowing The God Emperor would soon pump his seed deep into a woman he found utterly attractive. He’d get her pregnant. He’d claim her womb as his own.
When a thought of Anthara’s moans bled into his memory against his will, accompanied by the memory of her pregnant swell, Lalian’s breath seized in his throat as he finished, covering his mouth as clear liquid leaked down his green shaft.
Utterly embarrassed, continuing to hear Dominax’s powerful thrusts, he hurried to clean himself, as if that would erase his deed.
When the shame faded, however, he couldn’t help but smile as he pulled the covers over himself, closing his eyes as he attempted to sleep. With a whisper, he savored the sound. “Enjoy her, my friend.”
***
The round bed rocked as The God Emperor drove his hips back and forth. Having turned his lover around, placing her on her hands and knees, he took her from behind with deep thrusts.
“Please…oohh yes…please knock me up…” Pinalia begged, lowering her head to the sheets in submission.
The coins moved with the creaking of the bed. Gems retrieved from Arkos and Tazik mines rolled with the movement, prizes of the trade networks running through Crosia. All the cities in the shadow of Domani thrived, it seemed, and he’d ensure another of his children enjoyed the luxury such wealth brought.
He held her wide hips tightly as he carefully controlled every movement of their bodies. The round rear on display coaxed his urges to breed, feeling the cushions of her rump each time he rammed his hips forward.
She would have been little more than the daughter of a Chief. Crosia would still be a minor settlement had he fallen in Nitri. It was only right that he should claim her womb, to make her gorgeous body birth another of his offspring. He’d seize the bloodline of old Priax and make it divine the moment he spilled his seed deep inside the dead man’s fertile daughter.
“I…oohhh…” she started to say before her body seized. Beneath the onslaught of his skillful thrusts, she could endure no longer.
He felt her loins tighten around him as she surrendered to a hard climax. As she gripped the sheets, threatening to tear the soft silk, so too did he grip her curves as he approved his own finish.
It was time to claim her. It was time to seize House Riax for his own child, to put his bloodline atop the throne of Crosia. Her body begged to finally fall pregnant, and he answered the call with a deep push, pressing himself hard against her eager cervix.
With a groan of triumph, he unleashed his seed.
The primal urge to reproduce pumped through his loins, his eyes glowing as he savored the exquisite sensation of impregnating a beauty. He sought to create life, pumping potent bursts of warm sperm into her pleasured sex.
For too long he had been a husk, a corpse, yet now his cravings could never be stopped. He would claim all he desired. His purpose would be fulfilled. Conquering another womb, his fingers dug into her skin as ecstasy gripped his loins.
When at last his orgasm broke, he slowly slid his cock from her well-used vagina. A soft gasp of utter satisfaction escaped her as his seed oozed heavily from her quivering lower lips, soaking her father’s sheets.
Easing onto his back atop imperial coins, he permitted her to join his side. She easily surrendered as he forced her warm body close, savoring the knowledge that his seed was inside her.
Having received everything she desired, Pinalia cupped her sore womanhood to keep as much as she could inside. Atop her father’s bed, she waited for The God Emperor’s seed to knock her up.
Dominax looked over at the weapons upon the wall as he savored the aftermath. War waited ahead, yet never would he bow. The child they’d conceive tonight would know a world reforged by his hand. Peace and order would be forced upon every kingdom, every city, every living being until chaos suffocated and died.
The doom of the Arkos stood ahead, the beginning of their rebirth. For now, however, they needed only to wait.
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