Vaid Empire: Conquest
Chapter 105
14th of Thriduin, 20 AVE.
Kingdom of Lian, Near Northern Border.
House Vaid was beyond his reach, though not for long. Hours ago they had slipped from his sight upon the waves, sailing away from this accursed land of Lanthians, though Salik already knew their destination. He’d find them, and the hunt would continue.
The sound of gentle waves lapping at the muddy shore of the jungle mixed with clashing steel. As agents of Shai waited, Salik wasted no time. When he wasn’t eating or sleeping, he was training. Curved blades of black steel carved through the air towards his mock foe, maneuvering through the man’s defenses before jabbing a sharp point towards his neck. An Arkos agent, the grey man froze as he felt the cool steel against his flesh. Salik drew no blood, though had his trained restraint failed him, it was better to risk spilling purple blood than that of a fellow Dril.
Accepting his dueling partner’s surrender, he bowed his head in mutual respect, for the horned man had survived his blades longer than most.
Salik was about to select another agent to face him before Ynisa’s voice rang out from further down the beach. “There it is!”
He didn’t look at her, for he knew what she held. Instead, he followed the gazes of the men around him, turning in time to watch the bow of their hidden vessel peek out from behind the distant tree line far down the beach as it sailed around a curve in the vast river.
His men readied their supplies for departure as the ship grew closer. The same wide, heavy ship they had arrived upon, it followed the shoreline slowly like some hulking sea beast. Far from the prettiest of vessels, Salik had taken to calling it The Atonement, though only to himself. As it lumbered closer, he thought of The Potentate’s words. “A day will come when we’re finished with these humans. On that day, I’ll tell you all you need to know of your mother. Do not fail us.”
Their duty was far from done. A part of him secretly wished the approaching vessel would take them home to the snowy lands they hadn’t seen in years, though their fate lay elsewhere. Once more The God Emperor would soon be in reach.
When The Atonement pushed into the beach, Salik knew he could delay no longer. His men set about loading supplies aboard as his boots sank into the mud with every reluctant step. She waited ahead like a beacon he didn’t dare to peer at.
“My report for The Potentate.” His words were melting ice in the humid air. Coming to a stop before Ynisa, he kept his distance, looking up at her winged pet circling above, rather than the bundle cradled lovingly in her arms. “Send it. He must send word to Wonakaros of The God Emperor’s intentions.”
Ynisa followed his gaze to the Idrae, watching the eyeless pet flying high above them. “Talik will see it done.” They lingered together in silence, every second an eternity until she sighed. “Salik, may we discuss her? Please? I-”
A cry came from the bundle in her arms. The sound was an icy dagger through his heart. They had evidently awoken it.
“Hush now, Varisa. Everything’s alright,” Ynisa said as she began to rock the bundle, comforting it with a soothing voice.
Salik dared to glance at her smile. Her long pregnancy had ended, and now her snow-colored skin seemed to glow with a maternal beauty as she lovingly tended to the creature. For an instant he felt a yearning at the sight of her, an echo of possibility, of home. Red eyes peered down through the eye holes of his helmet, feeling his black heart freeze in an instant. There, peeking out from the wrappings of a blanket in Chalvarrus colors, was a tiny face. Tiny red eyes fluttered up to meet his, and the world grew unsteady.
“Varisa.”
He turned away before he’d be undone. Closing his heart to the sound of the infant, he marched in silence towards the ship. With a glance back, however, a thought whispered through his mind like a gentle wind.
“What shall be your future?”
18th of Thriduin, 20 AVE.
Kingdom of Vaidrin, Crosia.
The docks echoed with the cacophony of countless men and women as what remained of the battered legion disembarked. Filthy white cloaks and armor poured from every ship, contrasting sharply with the pristine condition of the fresh recruits standing in neat lines. As the two armies blended into one, veterans were welcomed into The City of Crosia as heroes of The Empire by new warriors.
Vixin saw the hope rise among the ranks of men and women all around as they beheld all her father had summoned to bolster their forces. The jungle had stripped them down to their foundations. With so many fresh faces, however, the legion seemed reborn.
She departed the command ship alongside the rest of House Vaid and the royal advisors. Carrying Jinilya, she and her fellow royals were escorted through the harbor as citizens cheered from the windows of nearby buildings. Their joy mixed with the shouted orders ringing out through the legion as countless white cloaks were divided and reorganized.
After their time in Praith, Vixin couldn’t help but mutter a soft sigh as she permitted herself to savor the noise. No longer were they surrounded by a conquered population that sought their deaths. Here, in a city near the very heart of Vaidrin, inside the oldest and wealthiest District of the entire Empire, she felt truly at home.
If any had hoped The God Emperor himself would greet them in person, they were soon disappointed as they were led to the gates of the harbor. Rather than their holy ruler, they found The Grand Imperial Architect instead. Waiting with a vast entourage of additional guards to escort them through the city, Lalian met them with a beaming smile.
“Your majesties, allow me to welcome-”
Hardly could he get his greeting out before Anthara swept forward, reuniting with the lips of her mate. His green eyes went wide at her newfound boldness, only to soften with affection as he peered down at the child in her arms.
Vixin couldn’t help but smile as she gestured for the others to grant the couple space. The green man nearly melted at the sight of his son after so long, daring to accept the hybrid child from Anthara’s grasp with unsteady arms.
When at last he looked up, remembering his duty, he blushed with embarrassment. “I…I seem to have forgotten myself. Forgive me. Please, come this way.” As he began to lead the group, he spoke over his shoulder with dripping excitement. “Oh, today is a…a singularly special occasion.” He glanced back at Cendra. “Your father has quite the surprise in store for you, princess.”
She couldn’t help but feel a tingle of concern tighten her stomach. With Cliax following swiftly at her heels, Cendra marched with long strides that offered no hint of her misgivings. It had been one thing to ponder if she’d be punished while hundreds of miles away. Now that she approached her father with every step, the potential price of her disobedience was all too real.
A human city with human buildings, human streets, human traditions, and of course, humans, stretched out all around them. It was nearly possible to forget the horrors of the jungle as they strolled through Crosia, though all knew their refuge was a temporary thing. The mountains loomed in the distance, as if taunting their resolve.
The white lines of the fresh legion held back the population as they kept the way to Castle Riax clear. The towering structure waited ahead as they approached, its doors open to usher them inside.
Across the grand throne room The God Emperor waited. Cendra saw him high atop Crosia’s seat of power. She approached with the rest of her family, drawn forward as if being lured towards his power.
At one side of the throne stood the city’s Divine Mother. On the other stood a short woman with long braids dressed in silks of purple, holding her belly as if cradling the beginning of a pregnancy. Cendra could only assume that she was the ruler of Crosia. Against the walls were wealthy citizens gathered to observe, packed tightly together to make room for the royals.
Vixin felt a subtle relief at the sight of Dominax upon the throne. It was a quiet feeling, mixing with the sting of Irith’s memory, yet it was there. She knew of his deed. She knew what he had taken from them. Despite the bitter taste upon her tongue, he remained her father.
She studied him coldly as they crossed the grand chamber. Irith’s death had nearly destroyed him, leaving him a diminished shell when last she had seen him. Now, however, she peered at him as if a blazing sun of power sat ahead. The God Emperor’s eyes glowed with a consuming power, alight with a fire that burned with determination.
“Princess Cendra of House Vaid, my firstborn, my flower, step forth,” The God Emperor’s booming voice echoed through the chamber.
The sound of his command shook her to her bones, yet she would not crumble. Not now. Not after she had stared into the eyes of death itself. With brave steps, Cendra marched to accept whatever fate lay before her.
A Vaid could never kneel, and thus she stood before the throne. Clasping her hands behind her back, she straightened with dignity.
The God Emperor rose from the throne with a disc-shaped object clasped in his grasp. He descended halfway down the dais with step after slow step, stopping when she was within reach. Towering over his daughter, he held the object high in the air for all to see.
“My blood, my child, you rose in my absence to claim victory for The Empire. You proved the power of our House when you put your blade to the Lanthians,” he announced to all in the chamber. “You return to my side a worthy being, and for your service, you shall be sealed into history as The Goddess of War!”
Cendra heard the cheers booming through the chamber as if from a dream. Frozen in place, she watched as his hand opened to reveal a circular medallion of chimira steel decorated with gold. Fastened to a thin chain, he clasped it around her delicate neck, letting it hang just above her breasts.
“Let the world remember those that fell under your command, and let the victory you seized be a reminder to all citizens that a single act of courage may bring our enemies to their knees,” his deep voice continued. “They shall look to the Lanthians and remember the day my flower tore them down. Henceforth, The Capital of Lian, the site of your victory, shall hereby be renamed to Cendra’s Wrath.”
Though Vixin glanced over to see the distaste upon Anthara’s lips, she added her soft cheer to the thundering cacophony. “Appearances,” she thought to herself.
“When the world rests in peace beneath my throne, when war becomes a forgotten thing, may they continue their prayers to The Goddess of War for strength and resilience in moments of crisis,” he announced to all.
Cendra stood like a statue of marble as she endured the cheers, the very sound she had craved all her life. They praised the firstborn of House Vaid, yet she couldn’t help but think of Hazia’s corpse. With a solemn bow of her head, remembering the fallen, she whispered. “Thank you, father.”
His fingers felt like talons as he gripped her slender shoulder. Leaning down, he put his lips to her ear. “Never disobey me again.”
The harsh words sent a shiver down her spine, though as she met his gaze, she nodded.
“War shall become a memory, yet now it lays at our feet. Rest, for tomorrow we march!” The God Emperor waved his hand, dismissing hundreds.
As the crowds continued to echo in the aftermath of his speech, intermingling as they slowly drained from the chamber like a sea trickling through a narrow breach, Dominax stepped down to join his family.
Nafalya was the first to come forth with seductive swaying hips. She came to a stop a step away, clasping her hands behind her back as if offering herself to his judgment. Though pleased by the sight of her latest pregnancy, he assessed Irith’s firstborn. Her pretty face was concealed behind her mask, yet the cold white steel could do nothing to hide the secret in her silver gaze, a secret they shared the burden of together. Offering a hand, he permitted her closer. Little more than a whisper of relief escaped her trained concealment of emotion as she joined her father’s side as if settling into his shadow once more.
“Father,” Vixin greeted him. Her smooth voice was a stale thing, neither warm nor cold. Jinilya was a burning flame in contrast, reaching for her grandfather until Vixin relented and handed her over. Stepping back, she stared at the floor as Yisi took her hand.
“Your holiness,” Salduin said joyfully. As Dominax held Jin in one powerful arm, he used the other to clasp the large man’s forearm. “We’re prepared to march, if crossing the mountains remains your wish.”
“Indeed.” The single word oozed from The God Emperor’s lips, sealing the fate of the black desert beyond.
Salduin nodded before his expression softened. Opening his mouth, the words seemed to cling to his tongue. When he leaned in closer, they came gently. “I should say, your holiness, that I’ve prayed for Irith since your departure. I’m certain she is resting peacefully at The Creator’s side.”
Dominax’s arm slid from his advisor’s grasp as he offered a cold nod.
As the big man stepped aside, The God Emperor beheld his family. For the first time since that horrid night, he met the gaze of his heir. Arinax stood pale before him. The boy retreated, flanked by Cliax and Zela. Dominax’s lips twisted into a subtle frown as they kept their distance.
“The mountains?” Clin asked after a polite greeting, delving straight into the matter at hand.
Dominax killed the question with a glance. “All shall be revealed before we march. Rest, for your journey has been long, yet it has only just begun.”
***
Cendra watched as the orange light of the setting sun bled through the sky while she peered out the window. Dressed in a silk robe, she sipped from a cup as she studied the city below, a voyeur high atop Castle Riax.
Her personal quarters for the night were more than adequate. The thick castle walls were a welcome change, holding back the outside humidity to leave the room cool. She had left the jungle for the rainforest of home, yet the tropical atmosphere outside was noticeably more forgiving. For a moment she wondered what the black desert would offer.
Putting her cup down as the sky darkened with every moment, watching the sun slipping into oblivion, she shrugged the robe from her shoulders and permitted the silk to glide down her soft royal skin, leaving her bare.
She felt the air caressing her nude form as she made her way towards the bed, feeling as weightless as she had after her victory. Only the medallion remained upon her, brushing against her perky breasts as she eased onto her back.
Reaching over, she ignited a flame upon her fingertip to light a candle that rested atop the bedside table. The gentle light traced over her alluring form.
The silky sheets caressed her as she moved, savoring the luxury of her surroundings. Finally, she had earned her place. Finally, she could rest, if only for a moment.
Thinking of Hazia, she closed her eyes. “Thank you.” The memory of her corpse was a burden, though one she’d proudly carry. The girl would never again enjoy soft sheets. She’d never so much as breathe another breath. Cendra breathed for her, inhaling deeply, savoring that she still lived. As the air eased from her lungs, her silver eyes opened.
Staring up at the ceiling, she felt the warmth between her thighs. A much lesser burden than her memory, though a burden all the same, she had carried it since Clin’s rejection. Lying alone, having requested separate quarters, she sighed, no longer feeling quite as weightless.
Still the warmth lingered. Still it called to her, an unsatisfied ache.
A curious hand ran down her side, exploring her own athletic curves. Fingers glided over smooth skin, savoring just how soft she felt.
The other hand found the medallion around her neck. She held it up, brushing her thumb across the engraved words that ran around the circular edge as she read them in the candlelight. “Princess Cendra of House Vaid, Firstborn of God Emperor Dominax.” The symbol of her House sat proudly in the center, with smaller words engraved in gold just beneath. “The Goddess of War.”
She held it close to her chest as her hand brushed her thigh. Cendra felt the firmness of her powerful legs, knowing their exquisitely feminine shape had coaxed the obsession of many.
Her body was a masterpiece, an artwork that made others quiver with desire, yet still Clin had rejected her.
The sting of his words lingered, though she’d survive. Cendra could sense him in the chamber across the hall if she concentrated, though in truth, she didn’t want to. The man she loved had chosen not to warm to bed, and thus…
Glancing over at the bedside table, she eyed Vixin’s gift. The wooden box lingered beside the candle. It taunted her.
A hand caressed her inner thigh as she parted her legs. She uttered a soft breath as her touch narrowly avoided the source of her ache. Already her advanced senses could smell the sweet aroma of her need.
When a finger finally brushed her sensitive lower lips, gliding gently through her gathering dampness, she bit her lip. Soft flower petals were at her fingertips, tracing their flawless shape as she closed her eyes.
She imagined her hand was Clin’s, uttering the smallest hint of a moan as she explored herself. Delectable juices wetted her touch as her body yearned for its long-awaited release.
Temptation guided her hand to the box, feeling the smooth wood in her grasp as she brought it closer. Placing it upon her toned stomach, she dared to open it once more, peeking at the creature inside. The candlelight nearly made the waiting slug glow with a vivid shade of purple mixed with a black pattern. Its wet body squirmed, damp with slime. She felt a tingle inside her, a memory of her first vibshir. A single experience nine years ago, yet never had she forgotten the bizarre and exquisite vibration.
“Vixin, why do you tempt me so?” she whispered, closing the box. How could she possibly enjoy such a lewd gift while knowing her sister was its source? As she opened the box once more, however, her silver eyes glowed with curiosity.
Perhaps there was no harm. After all, Vixin had seen her pleasure in person. As she dared to caress the slug’s slimy back, she blushed as it began to vibrate. How many nights had her sister…enjoyed the abilities of these strange little creatures? The thought made her move the box from her stomach to the sheets at her side, as if to push it away, yet still it lingered within reach.
As her fingers brushed over her sensitive bud, making her thighs quiver, she discovered that she couldn’t resist. Reluctantly, blushing hard, she pulled her wet fingers away to retrieve the box. Her juices lightly wetted the wood as she held it, hesitating.
A caress stopped the vibration. Cautiously, she plucked the slug from its place, hearing the popping of its tiny suckers that fastened it to the wood. Discarding the box, she beheld her gift.
Her loins ached as if calling to the slug. Her body craved to feel its…talents. Biting her lip as she felt its tiny suckers suction to the tip of her finger, she dared to caress it again. When she felt its intense vibration resume, a tingle of curiosity wetted her lower lips.
“Vixin…you cruel temptress,” she whispered quietly, resisting a subtle smile. Even as she brought it between her legs, she fought to retain her stern dignity, though her need punished her for every second of delay. Her labia quivered, contracting gently as if summoning the vibration forth.
The slug touched her sensitive clit, and Cendra covered her mouth. Silver eyes opening wide, she could endure no more than a moment of the bizarre sensation before pulling her finger away, uttering a muffled gasp. The intensity was far stronger than her last experience had been so long ago, leaving her bud tingling even after she pulled away.
Once more she pressed the slug to her most sensitive area. Once more she pulled away, testing herself. Again she felt the vibration, and again her finger retreated.
Thighs clenching as her body moved, she gently brushed her clit, hardly letting the slug’s slimy skin make contact. It was just enough to send tiny vibrations through her throbbing bud, permitting her to ease into the intensity as she gradually pressed down.
Her free hand departed her mouth to explore her body as she savored her pleasure, feeling her hips move subtly. Her loins tightened, yearning for a release as the vibrations tingled.
She pressed the vibshir harder against her petite clit, easing into the sheets as she basked in her pleasure. The tension in her core remained, building, gathering her bliss into the promise of a distant orgasm.
When she sensed the approaching presence, however, she pulled away the slug. A caress ceased its vibrations.
The God Emperor didn’t knock, though she sensed him outside her door. There was no mistaking his presence. He lingered a moment, as if calling out to her mind. Only when her own mind dared to reach out did he open the door.
“Father…” she muttered, instinctively covering her nakedness with her hands. She watched him seal the door, ensuring they were alone.
He strolled through the room like a prowling predator, his silver eyes never leaving her bare curves. Dressed in his one-suit, his white cloak fluttered behind with every step. “You disappoint me. There’s no shame between us.”
Blushing, Cendra pulled her hands away, revealing herself. “It’s been quite a while.”
“Indeed.” The word was a bitter thing in his deep voice. He waved his hand. “I sensed your pleasure. By all means, my flower, continue.”
On her back, she despised the sudden sense of vulnerability she felt, no less in his presence. Though he paced near the foot of the bed, it seemed as if a great distance lay between them.
He frowned when she remained still. “After all this time, I had hoped I would not be a stranger.”
“You are not.” With a tingle of urgency, she obeyed. A finger glided gently between her lower lips as she parted her thighs further. A stranger? Never.
“Good girl,” Dominax chuckled as he watched, beginning to undress. “My flower deserves her pleasure, no less after her victory.”
She eyed his manhood when he was bare, continuing to tease herself lightly. “Why have you come, father?”
He made his way to the bed, joining her upon the silky sheets. A silent gesture moved her to the side, allowing him to rest his back against the headboard. Offering his hand, he guided her to ease into his lap, resting against his powerful chest. “I need no reason to savor my firstborn,” he said, a half-truth.
Safe in his arms, the great Goddess of War melted into her father’s grasp, leaving her legs parted as his hand crept down her toned midriff. Her willpower stifled a soft moan as he found her aching treasure.
Dominax savored the arousal of his daughter’s pretty vagina, feeling her juices wet his fingers as they carefully eased inside her. Knowing her twat all too well, he forced a moan to ooze through her restraint with his skillful touch.
Once, she would have savored every second of his explorations. Now, even in his arms, a barrier lay between them. She squirmed in his lap, though his skin against hers no longer warmed her.
“Vixin has shared her collection, it seems,” he said as he took her hand, seeing the slug suctioned to her finger.
A question lingered, yet she could not speak it. Arinax’s words echoed through her head, yet she didn’t permit them upon her tongue. “Even an imperial princess requires a hobby of some sort, I suppose.”
Chuckling, he guided her finger to her loins. With a caress, she coaxed its vibration before returning it to the source of her ache. The vibrations massaged her as his fingers explored her tight cunny.
Her apprehension was clear, though he focused upon the exquisite wetness at his fingertips. Her need nearly made her drip, soaking his touch. The aroma of his daughter’s lust was the sweetest smell in existence, more pleasant than any flower.
She had to know. She already knew deep down, yet she had to hear it from his lips. The question threatened to strangle her, and thus she asked another. “The…ahh…mountains, father?”
The God Emperor nodded. “A path is carved through the mountain peaks. Tomorrow we shall march.” His other hand caressed her thigh, relishing the perfection of his daughter’s body.
“Hundreds of miles…ahh…of mountains sit between us and Narok,” she noted, trying to keep her voice strong despite her pleasure. “One might wonder…ahh…why we simply don’t go around.”
The amused chuckle of The God Emperor echoed through the chamber. “Great dangers await us, to be sure, though the mountains remain our salvation. What lies before us to the north? Should we go around, we’d be met with the monstrosities infesting the upper desert, monstrosities that Lalian has assured me has prevented both the Arkos and the Taziks from so much as attempting to settle in the north. Many would be lost, yet we’d survive.”
She subtly bucked her hips, unable to conceal a moan as his fingers played her body like an instrument.
“Surviving the upper desert, what would we find but the entirety of a hostile kingdom standing between us and our aims? Years may be required to cut our way to The Capital. No less than a full invasion would see them submit to my will.” He heard just how wet she was as the subtle sound of the vibrations continued, as if buzzing upon the surface of water. “The path to the south would take us through the jungle once more, and thus we’d encounter the hardships we faced in Lian. To sail around the Lanthians would avoid their reach, yet we’d fall into the same folly as from the north.”
The prospect of returning to the jungle or enduring a desert that may prove to be worse made her grimace through her pleasure. “I…ahh…see, father.”
“The mountain pass shall bring my blade directly to the throat of Narok. They’ll bow, or I’ll cut it.”
His deep voice in her ear made her loins tighten around his fingers. Aching, her body needed more, even if her question lingered. Her heart was a cold thing, threatening to warm with every skillful caress inside her, yet still she resisted.
“You shall march at my side, my flower.” His lips pressed to her neck, gently biting her as his manhood grew stiff against her rump. “Let desert sand pour through our fingers together. Let disorder bleed upon the black dunes at our feet.”
Never had she wanted anything more, yet still she grimaced, feeling his warm breath brushing her skin. A ghost lingered between them, a wall she hardly dared to shatter.
His hand left her thigh to venture up her body, feeling his craving grow with every inch he explored. His blood called to her, his cock pressing against the gorgeous body his seed had created. “My little conqueror.”
The pride in his voice was too much to bear. With a deep inhale, she let the question slip from her lips as if it was a prisoner freed of its cage. “Did you kill Irith?”
Hardly was her voice more than a whisper, yet to Dominax it was as loud as thunder. His hold upon her body tightened, even as his expression soured.
When he didn’t answer, she closed her thighs around his hand, unable to escape his touch. “Arinax claims that you…” The statement was too horrid. She let it linger.
He continued to tease her as she glanced back, silver eyes meeting silver. She already knew. He knew she knew. The truth had to be spoken, yet all he offered were glowing eyes.
“I need to hear it,” she said firmly. No longer could she be a mere plaything in his grasp. She met him with the strength of the conqueror he had named her. “I deserve to know.”
The God Emperor’s fingers sank deep, stopping to hold her tightly. His glowing eyes subtly dimmed, and he nearly appeared human behind them. “You deserve to know only what I permit you, yet know this, my child. I loved Irith as I did your mother.”
Cendra shook her head, gathering her courage. It wasn’t enough. Her thighs clenched, feeling his fingers resting inside her. “That is not an answer. Lie to the world. Let her rest as a hero, yet I am your daughter. What has my victory earned if not your trust?”
Hardly was he accustomed to her defiant tone. Maneuvering from beneath her, he forced her onto her back, prying her legs apart. “It nearly earned you a place at Irith’s side. You met their blades without my command and put yourself in danger.” He pressed his lips to her ear, his voice deadly and low. “Never shall I endure your loss.”
Beneath his might, she didn’t surrender. Courage remained in her gaze as she felt his hand gliding up her thigh. “I stood ready to accept your punishment. Instead, I received a reward. You-” She bit her lip as his touch returned between her legs, gently brushing her aching prize. “You speak of worthy beings. Let me be your firstborn, your legacy, the conqueror you desire. Let me endure the truth!”
No longer did she melt beneath him, eager to cling to her father like a broken girl. The Cendra that required his approval was cold and dead beneath The Capital of Lian. Instead, he found a warrior beneath him, enduring his touch as his manhood nudged against her sweet lower lips. “It seems you know it already.”
“Yet still it lingers.” Irith had been her second chance at a mother. She wouldn’t lose another parent, yet the wall lingered between them. “Make me understand.” She reached up, daring to touch his face like an old lover. Her fingers caressed his silver beard as her boldness surprised even herself. “Please, father.”
Her defiance had earned his distaste. A distaste tainted by a hint of pride, yet distaste all the same. Only the softening of her tone dimmed the monstrous glow of his eyes. For a moment he was only her father, rather than The God Emperor. “So be it, my child, yet never mistake her deeds. Your stepmother sought to save us. Instead, her deeds threatened to destroy us.”
“And you put a blade in her back.” The words nearly shattered her resolve, yet she clung to her courage.
He’d offer no denial. “My flower.” To manipulate the world was a simple thing. To meet her eyes with a lie they both knew to be false was a different matter. She had indeed earned her place above them all. “How simple it would be to rest, to have let her go. How simple it would have been to let her blade meet my flesh, yet still I stand. Still my purpose remains.”
Cendra watched as the glow increased, seeing the obsession rising in his gaze as his hand caressed her side.
“There were moments I could have stopped, moments that would have granted me a life with your mother. Still Briza would live, yet on I pressed.” His cock rubbed against her labia, making her thighs quiver in anticipation. “Irith begged me to leave with her, though the fate she offered would never do. You seek the truth? Peace is valueless without the will to enforce it.”
Her lips parted as his hips pushed forward. Soaking wet, her loins offered only the resistance of her squeezing tightness as he began to slide inside. A moan escaped her as Cendra’s anticipation broke, feeling her aching womanhood gripping the cock that had created it.
Dominax savored every moment of exquisite pleasure as his cock sank inch by inch into his daughter’s vagina. Their shared blood cried out as he pushed deep, claiming all that was rightfully his. When he pressed against the cervix of his fertile offspring, his beautiful creation, he groaned into her ear. “Never will I stop until you are safe.”
Cendra’s toes curled at the delectable sensation, gasping as he filled her completely. As if her vagina had been designed to match his cock perfectly, she held him inside, squeezing his thick shaft.
“Your mother was torn from my grasp. Irith slipped through my fingers.” Gritting his teeth as he savored her tight body, he began to move his hips. “I wasn’t strong enough to protect them. Chaos…ahh…betrayal, treachery, call it what you’d like. The world…ahh…takes, even by my own hand. Never shall I stop until chaos is dead.”
She parted her legs further, wanting him inside, cautious of her hope. Blood stained his hands, though he couldn’t become a stranger. “There was…ahh…no other way?” She could have no doubt, else her heart would harden against him forever.
Dominax grunted with a forceful thrust, gritting his teeth with a whisper. “She tried to take my son.”
Only the sounds of their pleasure came forth, letting the statement hang in the swirling aroma of their sex.
“I…ahh…loved her…” Cendra could hardly force herself to say, feeling sorrow mixing with the deep pleasure tingling through her loins with every stretching thrust.
“As did I,” he whispered into her ear, matching her sorrow.
She closed her eyes to hold onto his pain, wrapping her arms around his neck. Would her forgiveness defile Irith’s memory? Was her understanding a betrayal?
Her blood stained his hands, the fuel for a fire that had burned away all but his ambition. The path forward was sealed. His losses would have a purpose. He’d force the world to bow to his order, or he’d fall.
Holding him tight, Cendra endured every deep push between her legs as her body ached for more. She knew she’d burn the world if Clin ever dared to steal Cliax away, despite their love. If Irith had attempted to do the same…
She shook her head. There was no rationalizing her murder. All she could do was mourn at the side of the last parent she still possessed. She’d honor Irith’s memory as a warrior. She’d continue to serve the family Irith had so cared for, protecting House Vaid. The man that had murdered her was a man that Irith had loved, a paradox she was forced to bear in silence.
The horrid truth had been spoken. She’d endure his honesty.
Despite her guilt and sorrow, she pulled back to meet her father’s eyes with determination. Never would she forget the blood on his hands, yet still she’d fight at his side. House Vaid would survive.
“My Goddess of War,” his voice rumbled in her ear as his hips rose and fell between her legs.
The words echoed in her mind as she endured his cock. They were all she had ever wanted. The moment she had long dreamed of had arrived, tainted by the blood on his hands. She could not let it ruin them. Irith’s ghost lingered, yet she fought to savor her victory.
She fought to enjoy her pleasure. She fought for Irith, for Hazia, for everyone that had fallen under her command. Their deaths had driven her hand, tearing her down to build her anew. As if to match her father, her own silver eyes began to glow. They were two conquerors reborn.
Dominax felt her breasts against his bare chest as his hand explored her body. He savored his offspring, enthralled by all he touched. For too long he had gone without the pleasure of his kin. Now, with every push of his cock deep into her constricting tightness, he tasted the superior loins of his daughter.
No pleasure in all of existence was greater. Even the act of impregnating High Lady Pinalia was overshadowed by a mere thrust into his gorgeous daughter. Father and offspring remained entangled together, making slow, deep love.
“A warrior you are…ahh…my little flower. I’d…ahh…see the conqueror in you,” he commanded. Freeing her, he eased onto his back in her place, maneuvering her atop him. “Show me what a worthy being you’ve become.”
Her strength had remained even as he dominated her. Now, offered the appearance of control, she found a hint of nervousness. Always had she been an equal to Clin in bed, yet always had she submitted to her father’s will in contrast. The God Emperor peered up at her, waiting, curious to see who she had become.
Cendra gripped the medallion, taking strength from the engraved words. She was The Goddess of War. Feeling her newfound boldness return to guide her hips, she began to rock in his lap, grinding his cock inside her.
The snugness of his daughter’s royal twat was a bliss he never wanted to escape. Holding her hips, his fingers explored her elegant curves, claiming a deep satisfaction as he enjoyed the perfection of his firstborn.
His powerful touch was a reminder of who was really in control, yet still she rode. Her loins ached as her hips moved, fighting to build the tension inside her until it could reach her limit.
The God Emperor caressed her toned belly, sensing her fertile womb inside. Every natural instinct that yearned for his kin simmered, burning. Long had he neglected such a need. Long had he been a husk. Now, with his cock buried deep inside his daughter, sensing their shared blood, satisfaction throbbed through his loins.
Every inch of her was his. Her body, her soul, all stemmed from his own, connected eternally. She was a beautiful extension of himself, as much a part of him as his hand. He sought to make her quiver, to tremble, to scream in utter ecstasy. He would make his precious daughter cum.
The tension continued to build in her core. Her flawless body begged for the finish she had long neglected to seek out. The feeling of her father’s cock was more than enough to make any woman shake, though she refused to rely on him alone. Remembering the vibshir suctioned to her finger, she traced a hand seductively down her body before reaching her soaking prize, granting the slug a caress to incite its vibration.
Dominax watched Cendra tease her own throbbing clit with the vibrating little creature. Chuckling in amusement as she moaned, he moved his hips beneath her to guide her rhythm.
Still her other hand squeezed the medallion. The cold metal in her palm was a constant reminder of her victory, refusing to forget the fallen. Never again would Hazia experience mortal pleasure. In her place, Cendra fought her way towards the largest orgasm she had endured in quite some time. She could feel it upon the horizon, building in strength as her tension grew.
Hardly could her body endure any longer. Her petite bud tingled from the intensity of the vibration. The God Emperor’s cock stirred her tightness. Rocking her hips like a warrior conquering her mate, even as her father controlled her rhythm from below, her silver eyes fluttered in absolute bliss.
Dominax reached up to gently grasp her breasts. The soft flesh coaxed his desire, two perfect orbs in his hold. A thumb brushed a hard nipple, making her moan.
Her feminine muscles tightened. Her gorgeous body clenched. The tension inside her felt as if it’d explode. A moment later, as her father’s cock pushed against her cervix for the countless time, it indeed erupted.
Every limb seized as the sensation burst inside her, claiming her body in the squeezing grasp of an orgasm that tore throughout her entire being. Throwing her head back, she let loose the scream of a warrior, as if uttering a battle cry of absolute ecstasy without a single care who heard.
Dominax drank in the sight of his daughter’s climax. His fingers traced down her spasming body to feel her tremble in his lap. Her pleasure was a raging sun echoing through the fabric of reality, washing him in the result of her lovemaking. “Good girl,” he chuckled through his own enjoyment, satisfied by the consuming depths of the orgasm he sensed from her. His daughter deserved only the greatest of pleasures. “Cum, my little flower.”
In her trembling haze, she pulled the vibshir away as it proved too intense. An explosion rippled from between her legs to cascade throughout her body, drowning her mind in utter bliss.
The squeezing tightness of his daughter nearly proved too much to bear, yet he remembered his promise long ago. Already he had impregnated her. He would not fill her womb again unless she desired it. With a thought of Clin, he concentrated to hold back his seed out of respect for his blond advisor.
When at last her orgasm shattered, she was left panting atop her father. A silent gesture commanded her to rise, and she lifted her hips to pull his cock free. Instantly she missed his presence, feeling empty as she sank down to press his cock against her belly.
Cendra knew what must be done. The hand that had gripped her sword in battle now gripped her father’s cock. With firm strokes, she felt her own juices wet her fingers as his shaft remained drenched in the aftermath.
She did all she could to pleasure the cock that had created her. Milking his incestuous seed, she peered down in triumph, silver lovingly meeting silver. Still a ghost lingered between them, though it was a faint echo she could bear. Nothing had been more important to Irith than family. As Cendra stroked her father’s thick manhood, she had a feeling that her stepmother would have approved.
Dominax let his offspring please him. Candlelight traced gently over the beauty of his firstborn, the legacy he and Briza shared. So long as Cendra lived, so too did a piece of his lost love. The first of his countless children stroked him with a determined gaze as perspiration subtly wetted her smooth skin in the aftermath of her orgasm.
Even the soft hand of his daughter was a greater bliss than pushing his cock into a fertile woman. The connection they shared went deeper than blood, souls caressing. The deepest of his natural instincts called to his progeny, and as he savored the sight of her gorgeous body, he pushed his hips upwards as he found his finish.
Cendra continued to stroke as his cock began to spit. Lips parting with an aroused gasp, she felt the warm spurts of his seed slap powerfully against her skin, painting her toned stomach and breasts. She turned her head to avoid it soaking her pretty features. Still the heavy jets of sperm came forth when she was certain he could produce no more, utterly drenching her in the seed that had made her.
When at last he had emptied all he could offer, she dragged her fingers through the ample seed dripping down her tantalizing form. Never could she forget how much The God Emperor could produce, yet each time she saw the extraordinary quantity of his sperm pumping forth, she understood keenly why so many women had fallen pregnant with her half-siblings.
She claimed her rightful place beside him after easing onto her back. Cleaning her father’s seed from the medallion, she took a moment to carefully return the vibshir to its box, closing it with a quiet thought of her sister. “Thank you, Vixin.” She couldn’t help but blush, feeling a sisterly warmth in her chest that she dared to want more of. It was a dangerous feeling, knowing she didn’t deserve it, though once more a thought of Irith gave her strength.
Dominax pulled her tightly against him, feeling her warm body. His hand traced the curve of her hip, settling onto her firm rear. “Tomorrow we march, my little flower.” His other hand brushed a strand of her black hair. “I shall need you at my side in the wars to come.”
Long had she accepted he would never trust her again. Now, however, as the memory of her burning fleet all but vanished, washed away by the loyalty of her knights and their shared victory, she once more felt entirely weightless and free at his side.
“I won’t fail you, father.”
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