Vaid Empire: Conquest
Chapter 112
12th of Silla, 20 AVE.
Kingdom of Narok, Near Arkos-Nu.
The entrance of the great city of Arkos-Nu loomed in the distance. Far across the black dunes, Anthara could see the grandeur of the structure ahead as it stood behind thousands of Arkos warriors waiting to meet the legion with countless blades.
Fask was days in the past, and with it the memory of the mutiny. With all they craved in sight, the legionaries were eager for battle beneath their fluttering white cloaks and armor.
The God Emperor’s prize, the promise of their salvation, was entirely underground. Anthara nearly found the idea too alien to imagine. Having fled the dangerous Wandering Desert of the west long ago, the founders of Narok had placed their hopes at the base of the mountains that separated their lands from those of the humans. Though most villages and cities within the kingdom were guarded by walls upon the dunes, a grandest had been settled within the gargantuan caves that lined the mountains.
Arkos-Tul had been their origin, the source of their species. If Arkos-Nu was their future, the founders ensured the subterranean city was just as splendid. A grand jewel buried beneath the mountain face, it stood where the mountain walls curved at either side to form a small valley that was open to the desert at one end. The gates of the city were towering colossuses, guarded by gargantuan statues that were carved from the dark cliffside itself.
Despite her hate, Anthara wasn’t quite proud enough to deny her awe. Even at a great distance, she saw the extraordinary stonework of her people’s ancient enemies.
The carved entrance was in sight, though yet beyond their reach. The legion stopped their march at The God Emperor’s command. As the grand army of Narok gathered outside the black gates in a neat formation, so too did the legion settle into their own calculated formation.
It was an honor to stand among The God Emperor’s closest companions. Having earned a place at his side, only Cendra stood between Anthara and their holy ruler. Lanthian eyes glanced over to stare up at him as he sat atop a large white lixidion. With a deadly gaze studying their foe in the distance, she watched him contemplate in silence.
Less than a mile stood between the opposing armies. Though the legion was outnumbered, for their harsh mountain journey had taken a heavy toll, Anthara stood ready. The blood of thousands would spill this day, Arkos and human alike.
She waited for the call to charge. It didn’t come.
Waiting, glancing up occasionally at Dominax, Anthara shared a confused look with Cendra. Both armies stood still, as if waiting for the other to make a move.
At last, The God Emperor turned his lixidion around. With a booming voice he ordered the legion to set up camp. There would be no battle this day.
Anthara was as surprised as the rest of them appeared. She watched him dismount and stroll through the legion, passing men and women that didn’t dare to question his command.
Despite their confusion, they did as their ruler demanded. Having arrived late in the day, the sun hung low by the time the legion camp was settled. A constant watch was kept on the Arkos army, and the legionaries were prepared to rush into formation at the first sign of their enemy’s advance. When it was clear that no battle would come, however, the grand Narok army retreated into their sea of tents outside Arkos-Nu as well.
The great distance between the armies ensured that the other would have ample time to gather into formation if the other began to approach. With an unsaid agreement, Arkos and humans settled in for the night, their camps separated by gentle dunes in the shadow of the mountain chain.
Anthara marched through the legion camp as the sunset bled across the desert sky. Despite all she had done, all the years she had served, the humans continued to gawk at her exotic features. Many were the mere glances of men, curious eyes tracing over exposed green skin where her revealing loincloth did not cover. Those she didn’t mind. The occasional sneer or squint of distrust was what pierced her deeper than lustful interest ever could.
The veterans she had served beside offered nods of mutual respect as they passed. The influx of new recruits, however, hadn’t witnessed her loyal service.
When she grew weary of their countless glances, Anthara flapped her wings and took to the sky. At least there would be no chance of confusing her with their enemy while flying here. She quickly spotted the tent of The Grand Imperial Architect and swooped down to enter her temporary home.
“My love, what…what happened?” Lalian greeted her with a question as she stormed into the tent. He watched her undress, placing her golden outfit and spear away with ample care. “There was no battle?”
“Your master held back.” Naked, she stood still as the slave girl assigned to assist with their child retrieved her green shawl and draped it over Anthara’s shoulders. She crossed the tent to their bed where Lalian sat on the edge, finding Lalian The Younger cradled in his arms. She leaned over and granted their son a kiss upon his pale green head.
“That’s quite singular,” Lalian replied, squinting as he fell into his thoughts. “Dominax is not a man to hold back. Surely there was a reason.”
Anthara frowned as she sat down beside him. “None that I saw. The legion is more than capable of winning while outnumbered.”
Lalian pondered for a long moment before shaking his head. “This must be some scheme.”
“Oh, I agree, little Lalian.” Though disquieted, she caressed their son’s cheek as the boy rested, already asleep. He had grown much during his first year of life. “The man that bred me is no coward. A warrior’s blood flows through our son’s veins, not that of a craven.”
Her words made Lalian blush deeply, holding the boy tightly to his chest. Never would he doubt the man that had granted them such a gift. They sat together and listened to their son’s soft breaths before Lalian spoke. “B…battle or not, scheme or not, I’m pleased you’re safe.”
She chuckled, leaning over to kiss him. The taste of her mate lured her hand to his thigh, brushing beneath his tunic. “Safe, though unsatisfied. I expected to fight. My blood is still pumping with warm anticipation, and you had better find a way to cool it.”
He quivered at the touch of her hand as it crept towards his groin. Defenseless, he glanced down at the sleeping boy. “M…my love…”
Anthara followed his gaze. She snapped her fingers at the slave girl waiting quietly nearby. “Human. Take the boy and tend to your duties. Nurse him if he wakes.”
“Yes, mistress.” The girl quickly obeyed. Gently taking Lalian The Younger, she departed to grant the Lanthians privacy.
It was still strange to see a fellow female enslaved, and stranger still to allow a human to feed her offspring. A younger Anthara would never have permitted such a weak girl to touch a Lanthian child, though much had changed.
Lalian hardly noticed the girl leave as his focus rested solely with his needy mate. In place of an Arkos foe to slay, he fell beneath her wrath. Hardly a moment of exploring beneath his tunic passed before she forced him roughly onto his back.
Resting atop traditional Lanthian sheets woven by his own hand, Lalian trembled as his mate conquered him. She pulled his tunic up to reveal his eager cock, swiftly claiming her rightful place atop him.
“It’s odd, though the sight of you cradling our son makes me…wet.” Anthara bit her lip, blushing with arousal. Paternal care was a concept entirely absent from the culture of her people, yet a millennium of tradition could not erase her nature. Lifting her shawl to reveal her bare sex, she rubbed her moist lower lips against his short shaft. “I knew you’d be a worthy…daddy.”
Her final word was a moan, a teasing sound that made him tremble. His cock stood weakly, as hard and rigid as his condition could possibly permit as his loins ached to enter her.
“Is that the human word? Yes, it must be. I can feel you shaking.” She took his hands and forced them to her legs, permitting him to feel the soft green skin of her capable thighs. She switched to their native tongue, save for the single word she used to taunt him. “Daddy. That’s what you craved to be. Oh, my love, our son could ask for no better father.”
Lalian saw the affection in her green gaze, a secret hidden behind the facade of a warrior. “A…Anthara…”
Hardly could she delay what she craved. She had expected to spill blood upon the black dunes outside. Denied of battle, her heart pumped as she lifted her hips to press her lower lips against his waiting cock. Their loins met in place of the blades she had expected to face, sinking down to claim what was hers.
His eyes fluttered and his toes curled, holding her thighs tightly as his short length slid into the warm embrace of her snug twat. Breath seizing with pleasure, he hardly had a moment before she began to ride him.
She conquered her helpless prey as she relentlessly rocked her hips. The denied anticipation of battle drove her rhythm, offering no mercy to the short cock inside her.
“I…I…” Lalian surrendered beneath her. With quivering hands, he explored beneath her shawl to savor her toned curves, worshiping her body as if she was his goddess. “I…I…love you…”
“Squirt…ahh…inside me!” she commanded. Truly, she had been a fool. If she hadn’t been captured by humans, she would have never learned how much the sight of her mate raising her child would make her ache. “I permit you…ahh…to cum!”
Lalian whimpered as he fought to endure. His hands ventured back down to her strong thighs, seeing the relentless arousal burning in her gaze. His fingers traced over her skin, one leg paler than the other as he explored the two shades of her Lanthian body, half dark green, half light green. His sterile cock throbbed to impregnate her, wanting to plant his missing seed deep inside her flawless form and grant her another child.
His instincts to breed burned as bright as the lust in her gaze. He wanted to endure, to pleasure her further, though his short cock could hardly endure beneath her frantic movements. Milked by the mother of his child, Lalian’s back arched as he was quickly forced beyond his limit, whimpering as he granted her soaking cunny what little he could offer.
Chuckling, Anthara leaned down to kiss her mate as he trembled. Unable to feel the few drops of clear liquid he had squirted inside her, she hardly cared. It was not the finish of The God Emperor, the warm flood that had filled her womanhood entirely and granted them their son. Though still she held the memory of being bred fondly, she desired nothing more than her mate as she gazed down. The thought of Lalian tending to the boy flushed her sex with renewed juices as she endured her maternal instincts. Though not by blood, Lalian had truly become a worthy father.
“I…I tried to…you were moving too…”
She silenced him with a finger. “Offer no excuse. You did well, yet we’re far from done.”
Lalian watched her dismount and rest beside him. Parting her legs, he saw her caressing her thigh with a taunting expression as her wet sex waited on display. Knowing her well, he couldn’t help but smile as he moved into place.
Anthara offered a soft gasp as his head settled between her thighs, feeling his tongue meet her needy loins. “Good…ahh…boy.”
With his cock unable to satisfy her further, his tongue set to work. It moved with ample experience, knowing precisely how to make her moan.
She relaxed upon the green sheets as she enjoyed his trained skill. With her mate lapping lovingly between her thighs, her thoughts returned to Dominax atop his lixidion. The God Emperor had displayed no fear, no doubt, only a calculating stare at their distant enemy.
His thoughts were beyond her, yet she trusted Lalian. Her mate never doubted his friend. She would never question the true father of their son. Whatever the reason for delaying the attack, she’d trust his judgement.
Would the legion?
With thoughts of the mutiny of Fask, Anthara concealed her misgivings behind her moans. She focused upon Lalian’s tongue, intending to enjoy his affection for much of the night ahead.
14th of Silla, 20 AVE.
Kingdom of Narok, Near Arkos-Nu.
“It’s wet! Wet and soggy! The desert is supposed to be hot!” Jinilya complained as they hurried through the rain. “It’s the wettest desert I’ve ever known!”
“It’s the only desert you’ve ever known,” Arinax muttered quietly, trying to keep his distance. Holding Zela’s hand as they were led through the camp by Vixin, the twins watched as their elder sister adjusted her daughter’s little cloak to keep her dry. There was something…off about the girl, something that required the twins to keep a wary eye on her whenever she was near, else she’d try to set their cloaks on fire as a ‘jest’. Arinax was grateful that chimira silk did not burn, no matter how often his niece tried.
He heard Vixin mutter a curse, gritting her teeth as she clearly hated how the wet sand clung to her feet. No doubt her slaves would soon be busy preparing her bath when their little expedition was over.
They navigated through the sea of tents as the evening rain gently fell upon the black dunes. Hardly was it the first they had seen. It was no wonder that The Kingdom of Narok was lined with rivers, for unlike the barren desert of the Taziks, The Wandering desert was proving to be far more temperate. Light rainfalls occasionally swept across the landscape to brush against the mountains, wetting the dark sands beneath their feet.
“What will you say to him this time?” Zela asked at his side.
Arinax shrugged. In the wake of his father’s departure, Cliax hadn’t uttered a word. Hardly could Arinax judge the newly somber boy. “Anything at all.”
Vixin’s brief suffering in the rain came to an end when they reached Cendra’s tent. Hurrying inside while the guards bowed, she made the children strip their wet cloaks.
“Ah. There they are,” Cendra greeted them, granting Jinilya’s head an awkward pat as she welcomed them inside. She glanced at the twins, though they merely looked away.
“Cendra,” Arinax said quietly with a nod. Zela remained silent. Despite her apologies, the memory of how their elder sister had struck him lingered.
Vixin seized her in a tight embrace, though Cendra kept her arms straight at her sides. She waved the children away when her elder sister had endured enough. “Go on. We have much to discuss.”
Zela looked at Jinilya with a sigh, knowing she’d have to entertain the girl and keep her under control. She reluctantly accepted her fate for her brother’s sake, parting from Arinax as he sought out Cliax. “Good luck.”
The latest of their elder sister’s grand tents was circular, a fabric chamber that was neatly organized with her large bed placed at the rear. Arinax found the boy lying in a smaller bed near his mother’s. With the sheets pulled up, he saw Cliax’s golden hair peeking out from beneath.
“The same as yesterday,” he heard Cendra say across the vast tent. Glancing over, he watched her offer a cup to Vixin as his elder sisters spoke. They sat down together at a small table across the room. “Father had us stand like fools in formation beneath the scorching sun, only to dismiss us.”
He knew what they discussed. Two days after his father had refused to engage the Arkos in battle, little had changed. Each morning, he forced the legion into formation as if ready to launch his attack, prompting their distant enemy to do the same. Standing still for what seemed like an eternity of anticipation as the Arkos waited for the humans to make a move, watching curiously, he then dismissed them to return to camp. At midday he did the same, always ensuring they returned to their exact spots each time to keep their placements in the formation consistent.
“Should we be concerned?” Vixin asked after sipping from her cup. “Much occurred this last year. Irith, the mountains, the mutiny. Perhaps father has finally…uh…”
Cendra raised a hand to cut her off, not willing to permit a word of such talk within her tent. “Father always has a plan. He refuses to discuss whatever this particular scheme is, though if you’re so worried, why don’t you try to speak to him yourself?” She offered a casual shrug, though the truth of her annoyance was clear. “You know I’ve tried, for what little good it accomplished.”
Vixin grew quiet for a moment, only to shake her head. “Not yet. Not now. In time, perhaps, though…”
Arinax heard them continue talking as movement beneath the sheets returned his attention to the bed. Stirred from his nap by the noise, Cliax peeked out. Only the sight of The Prince Upholder standing beside the bed drew him from beneath the sheets.
“May I sit?” Arinax asked.
Rubbing his weary silver eyes, the boy nodded. They sat together on the edge of the bed.
“You’ve done nothing but sleep today, haven’t you?”
The boy offered no answer. Sitting in silence as the adults talked nearby, Cliax stared at the tent floor without a word.
Arinax remembered Lord Clin’s words. “Can I count on you?” They had been said during the first ambush in the mountains, a moment that seemed like a lifetime ago, and said for an entirely different purpose, though still Arinax couldn’t get them out of his head as he peered at the boy.
Together they watched Zela smack Jinilya’s hand away as the girl attempted to snatch Cendra’s sword from where it rested on display upon a desk, only to yelp as Jin shocked her with a spark of electricity from her fingertip. Jin stood with her hands on her hips, as if daring the older girl to defy her once more, only to melt at the sound of Vixin’s shout as she chided her daughter.
Arinax subtly smiled with amusement at the scene, though it faded with a glance at the miserable boy at his side. He understood. Once, Cliax would have laughed, though now they both knew the sting of losing a parent. Arinax vowed to ensure the return of the joyful boy he had known.
A vow was easier said than done. He spent an eternity thinking of what he could say to help Cliax. They watched in silence together as Zela redirected Jin’s chaos, appearing as if she wanted to rip her own dark hair out in frustration.
When Irith had died a year ago, only his interests had saved him. His interests and Cliax, of course. Now the boy needed him in return. Pondering, uncertain, Arinax naturally retreated to the few things that had comforted him. Hoping to at least draw Cliax from his silence, he chose a subject that utterly fascinated him.
“Did you know that there are flying beasts in the Tazik desert?” Arinax asked after clearing his throat, remembering the latest documents he had received from Lord Lalian. He gestured with his hands to demonstrate the creatures’ vast size. “Huge, floating animals that hover in the sky. Despite their great size, they are held in the air by a special gas they produce inside their bodies.” He waited for the boy to react, though received only silence. “I’ve even read tales that claim Taziks ride atop their backs for transportation. I suppose it’s easier to fly across their desert than to…to…” He saw a dampness forming in the boy’s eyes. “Cliax?”
“I’m tired.” At last, the young prince spoke.
Arinax watched as Cliax retreated back beneath his sheets. Though disappointed, at least he had broken his silence. It was a small victory, though a victory all the same.
Realizing the boy would not emerge anytime soon, Arinax heard Zela shout as she and Jinilya began to fight. It was a strange thing to hear from his gentle sister, and he rose from the bed to save his twin from their tyrant of a niece.
Before he departed, Arinax rested a hand upon the small mound buried beneath the sheets. They had survived the mountains together. A mother, a father, they had both endured losses.
Bound by blood, brothers more than uncle and nephew, the young Prince Upholder would never abandon Cliax.
17th of Silla, 20 AVE.
Kingdom of Narok, Near Arkos-Nu.
Two armies waited for the other to act. Two enemies stood ready to fight. High atop his lixidion, Dominax peered with cold eyes at the Arkos army that stood in his way.
Across the dunes his keen sight studied the warriors on display. After five days of repeatedly delaying the inevitable, the sight ahead had become familiar. He spotted who he was now more than certain was the leader of the grand Narok army, watching the distant Arkos man prance about. No doubt the king himself was hidden away deep within the city, safe from the danger outside. Dominax had learned enough from Quinla to know the ruler of Narok would not fight his own battles.
The sun was high and hot as the legion stood ready for his command. He merely sat high like a statue atop his reptilian mount. With hard features, he watched his foe.
Outnumbered, he had placed his most capable warriors in the center. At his back, his Knights displayed their power with flames in their hands, just as they had been ordered to each time the legion rushed into formation. Dominax wanted the enemy to see his advantage. He wanted the Arkos leader to know that the center of the legion would crash through his army like a burning fist. By the end of the first day, his foe had already responded by gathering the majority of his own strongest warriors in his center, as if forging a shield to stand against the humans. Five days later, Dominax noted that nothing had changed. Whenever he gathered the legion into position, the Arkos army rushed into the same formation each time, their center heavily reinforced.
None could see the satisfaction hidden behind his hard expression.
He glanced down at Cendra. Standing at his side, she offered an eager look as if urging him to act. The Arkos leader clearly waited for the humans to make the first move, though he wouldn’t wait forever. Once more, Dominax turned his mount around and gave the command to return to camp. None dared to voice their doubt, no less after their failed mutiny, though he sensed it all the same. He concealed a smirk.
Dismounting, he paused to regard his legion as it gradually bled back into the sea of tents at their rear. A young woman had caught his eye at the front, a commander. Having made note of her during their morning formation, his gaze now followed her as she marched back into camp. Beneath the hot midday sun, she dared to glance back. A mere moment, a smile, a blush, she followed her companions.
“Send a slave to summon that one to my tent,” he commanded Cendra as she lingered beside him.
“Commander Galin?” Cendra followed his gaze. She had spent time diligently learning the names and faces of every commander who directly served beneath her father, knowledge that had increased in value tenfold after Clin’s departure. “Yes, father.”
“Wait two hours, then come to me, my flower.” He lifted her chin to grant her a kiss. “There is much I would discuss before tomorrow’s sunrise.”
She nodded obediently, and he dismissed her before marching into camp. Finding his grand command tent, he instructed the guards outside to expect his scheduled visitors.
With slaves assisting to remove his armor, he swiftly undressed down to his one-suit and cloak. He moved from the entrance room into his bedroom, settling to sit down at his desk alone. A mental command projected the translucent globe from the crossguard of The Sword of Order after he placed it upon the desk.
Glancing back at the empty bed, Dominax couldn’t help but think of Irith. She should have stood upon the sands in front of the legion with him. She should be here now.
Brushing aside bitter thoughts, he peered at the globe before him. The glowing image focused on the northern region of The Wandering Desert, an empty and dangerous land that neither the kingdoms of Wonakaros nor Narok had ever successfully expanded into. Even the Taziks kept their distance.
With lofty aims ever forming, he blocked out Irith’s memory, if only for the moment.
He didn’t have to wait long, however. No one dared to delay when summoned by The God Emperor himself. Just as he had ordered, the guards announced the arrival of his visitor.
“Come.” His single word boomed through the fabric walls as he heard her enter. Lured from the entrance room, he was met by a familiar face when she stepped into his bedchamber.
Bowing low, the young woman he had selected didn’t rise until he permitted her to. Straightening dutifully, she fought to keep a grin from her pretty lips. “It’s a great honor to stand before you, your holiness.”
Glowing silver eyes took in the sight of her, satisfying his curiosity. He rose from his desk to slowly circle his visitor. Still dressed in her pristine white armor, he saw her skintight one-suit beneath as it clung to her curves. His fingers dragged through her long, dark hair as his suspicions were confirmed, his curiosity becoming a hunger. “Commander Galin. You are a Vaidspawn.”
It wasn’t a question, though she nodded dutifully all the same. “Yes, your holiness.”
His gaze ventured down, following the alluring curves of her feminine hips. He had sensed her faintly nearby. Now, up close, he could clearly sense their bond. Yet another illegitimate daughter stood before him. “Surely you are an intelligent girl to have reached your position. You must be keenly aware of what I am to you.”
“Of course, your majesty.” She blushed as she felt his touch, his fingers tracing through the silky hair she shared with many of her illegitimate half-siblings. “Is…that why I’m here? Is that why you summoned me?”
Dominax chuckled, coming around to face her. “Very good, though sentimentality holds little place in this. You may be my daughter by blood, though you’re here to serve a purpose.”
If she was disappointed, she didn’t show it. Instead, she waited eagerly, too disciplined to interrupt his studying gaze.
“Remove your armor.”
The command made her blink, though she offered no complaint. “Yes, your holiness.” Swiftly removing each polished plate, she was permitted to carefully place her armor on the desk. When she wore only her one-suit, she stood still as he continued to look at her body. Her curves were concealed by nothing as the black fabric served as a second skin.
“Remove your one-suit.”
Once more she blinked. A small hesitation was joined by a blush, though she obeyed. Stripping down to her bare skin, she stood naked before the father she hadn’t met until now. “Do I please you, your holiness?”
He ignored her question as he took in the sight of her beauty. Another product of his seed, another unknown offspring he had left in the world, she was an artwork of perfection on display. His fingers brushed her hip, feeling the ultra-soft skin of a Vaidspawn. “Good.”
Cheeks darkening further, she fought to conceal a smile as his touch ventured across her bare abs. A quiver ran through her alluring body.
“You presumably earned your position through skill and cunning,” he said, sensing the ambition radiating through her eager form. “Now I would see you serve another purpose, if only temporarily.”
“Name it, your holiness.”
He stepped away, beginning to remove his own one-suit. Joining her naked state, he watched her eyes grow wide. “I’d make you a mother.”
Her training and discipline gave way to a subtle tremble she couldn’t conceal. Arms clasped behind her back, curiosity forced her gaze downward as she beheld the cock that had created her. “The rumors are true then, your holiness?”
A smirk crept across his amused lips. “Give voice to them.”
Biting her lip, she forced herself to speak. “There are whispers.”
“I hear all whispers. Speak plainly,” he said.
“The God Emperor and his daughters. You…” Her blush could darken no further. The words threatened to choke her, trapped behind a forbidden smile.
“Such rumors are true. I intentionally permitted them to spread, whispers you and I shall see blossom.” He watched her reaction for disgust, finding none. “Yet a worthy being must choose. I would see you leave this tent with my baby in your belly. I would see you proclaim to all those around you that you carry the seed of The God Emperor. When others whisper that you are a Vaidspawn yourself, rumors of my true nature shall spread further,” he explained. One day soon, his incestuous acts would be an open fact known by all. Increasingly, The Sages reported of the growing acceptance for such deeds among the population. The whispers that frequently reached his ear of ordinary fathers and daughters coupling behind closed doors increased tenfold with every passing year.
A warrior stood helplessly before her ruler. A commander was reduced to alluring flesh on display. As he stepped closer, she offered no hint of resistance.
“Choose, commander. Shall you aid my aims?”
“Galin,” she finally spoke up. Flustered, she was forced to meet his glowing silver gaze. “My name is Galin, your majesty, and I would be…honored.”
His lips brushed her ear, making her quiver. “Good girl.”
He guided her to the bed, watching her hips sway. Long legs moved with elegant strides as she walked. Tall and graceful, she sat down calmly on the edge of the bed. With her round rump resting atop the soft sheets, she eagerly obeyed as he guided her to ease onto her back.
Gorgeous legs lifted to fold against her chest, and she hugged them coyly. A concealed smile turned to a grin, and she felt her estranged father slowly pull her legs apart.
Dominax gazed down at the perfection between her soft thighs as he forced them wide apart. Helpless on her back while he remained standing at the edge of the bed, she bit her lip as he ran a hand down her leg. His incestuous touch glided closer and closer, forcing a whimper as his fingers brushed her perfect labia. In an instant, she crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. The man that had sired her touched her most intimate area, and she found herself swiftly growing wet.
The perfect twat of his bastard daughter was eager at his fingertips. A soft purr escaped her lips as his thumb traced her delicate pink petals.
“Tell me of your mother,” he commanded, hearing her soft breaths of anticipation as he teased her. “Tell me whose womb granted me such a beautiful daughter.”
Though she was momentarily taken off guard, she didn’t dare to refuse his question. “She was…ah…the daughter of a trader from The City of Miri.”
He slid two fingers inside his illegitimate daughter, little more than a stranger to him, feeling how her tight cunny squeezed around them. Receiving a moan, little was required before she was soaking from his touch. “Describe her.”
Everyone knew that all women that entered The God Emperor’s quarters left with a baby in their belly. Keenly aware of the incestuous rumors, perhaps a part of her had known her fate the moment she had been summoned. Regardless, the taboo feeling of his touch made her squirm with a hungry grin. “She had…ahh…hair as dark and blue as the ocean at dusk. She was young…ahh…” She recalled all her mother had said about the night The God Emperor got her pregnant. “Beautiful…ahh…and a virgin before you planted your seed.”
Dominax’s manhood stood rigid before him. Knowing she was ready, he replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock. The sensation of rubbing against the vagina of one of his own biological daughters was a pleasure surpassed only by the act of sliding inside. When he entered her, he felt his own offspring squeezing around his cock.
Inch by inch he pushed into his gorgeous daughter’s twat. Moaning for the father she had never known, Galin gripped the sheets beneath her as she endured his size.
Meeting her cervix, he pushed against the entrance of the womb he intended to breed. In a moment forever sealed into reality, a father’s cock was held in his daughter’s vagina, filling her entirely.
“Your…your…holiness…” Her eyes fluttered, groaning as he began to thrust.
There were countless beauties wandering the world with his blood in their veins, though his focus fell solely onto the one moaning before him. Remaining standing, he rocked his hips back and forth as he bred his fertile bastard girl.
The perfection of her legs taunted him. As she lifted her left leg to rest on his shoulder with a coy grin, he grabbed it tightly for leverage. Thrusting, his hands explored her leg, feeling skin softer than the silk sheets beneath her.
Every inch of her radiated feminine beauty. She had been trained to spill blood in battle. Here, however, she was merely a young woman moaning for potent seed.
Her hands ventured to her own breasts. Round and modest, they lightly moved with every thrust. She teased her own sensitive nipple with her thumb. Her body was prepared to nurture the baby he’d give her, a baby conceived through incest. No act was more pure.
The bed rocked as her eyes fluttered. Minute after minute he explored her leg, learning every tantalizing inch of her. He saw hints of his own features within the young woman moaning upon his sheets, echoes of their shared blood.
He took his time. He took his pleasure. A pretty face had caught his eye in the morning, and he’d make her the mother of his child before the day was done.
With his deepest nature burning to impregnate his own offspring, Dominax pushed deep when he was finally satisfied. Holding her leg tightly to his chest as he felt her shake, he unleashed his incestuous seed deep inside her gorgeous body.
Seizing, forced into a deep orgasm, she gasped for breath as she quivered upon the sheets. Father and daughter, parent and offspring, his cock remained buried deep inside her snug vagina as he sought to get her pregnant.
The same seed that had created her oozed heavily from her tight twat. Shaking, she gasped softly when he finally pulled his shaft free of her warmth. Dominax peered down to savor the sight, his deepest instincts utterly satisfied as he watched her leak. Once more, he would make another of his illegitimate daughters a mother.
Recovering from their mutual climaxes, they basked in the afterglow of their incestuous act when Dominax joined her atop the bed. Allowing her to settle against his side as he rested against the bed’s headboard, she enjoyed the feeling of his paternal presence in silence, pressed against the father she had never known for the first time.
With Dominax’s hand on her round rump, she merely leaked as they remained together. When at last a question could no longer remain contained, she reluctantly risked shattering the moment. “Your holiness…may I ask you something?” She waited for his nod before continuing. “The Arkos…the battle…why do you delay?”
He chuckled as his fingers traced over her smooth skin. “I said you were a cunning girl. Tell me, what would occur if I attacked tomorrow?”
She hesitated as she sought the answer he desired, though in the end she decided to speak plainly. “They outnumber us, to be sure, though The Privictis Knights give us the advantage. Losses would be heavy on both sides, perhaps in the thousands, though we are likely to win the battle.”
“Indeed,” Dominax agreed.
Galin had gained no further insight than before she spoke. “Your holiness?”
He would tell no one of the game he played, even the illegitimate daughter that rested against his side with his seed leaking from her fertile womanhood. “You’ve served me well today, and thus I’ll offer you an additional reward. You may know that tomorrow morning will finally be the moment I engage the Arkos. You claim there will be heavy losses? Thousands dead?” Dominax’s smirk turned devious. “We shall see.”
Knowing she’d be able to pry nothing more from her ruler, Galin rested her head against his chest. Her heart began to quicken with the anticipation she always felt before battle, knowing that she would carry the gift of The God Emperor’s child in her womb when at last she met the blades of their desert enemies.
***
Their rest together was disturbed less than an hour later when Cendra finally arrived. Permitted to enter her father’s bedchamber, the firstborn of House Vaid stepped proudly inside. When she saw the naked young woman on his bed, she cleared her throat and blushed.
Waking after briefly falling asleep in the comfort of her ruler’s arms, Galin froze in the presence of yet another member of the imperial dynasty.
Dominax’s hand crept over her curves before guiding her legs apart. Spreading her labia with two fingers, he savored Cendra’s blush as he showed his daughter his latest conquest.
“You summoned me, father?” Cendra stood proudly, attempting to appear dignified before the naked commander.
The God Emperor prompted his latest lover to rise. “Leave us. I’d speak to my daughter alone,” he commanded. He granted her rump a final smack as she hurried to obey, gathering her armor before offering the royals a departing bow. Leaving the bed, Dominax greeted his firstborn with a kiss when they were alone. “I shall keep an eye on that one. She may prove useful.”
“So you say.” Cendra clasped her hands behind her back as her father stood bare before her. The sweet scent of their act lingered in the air.
“My flower.” Dominax cupped her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. He could see the dried remnants of her latest tears upon her pretty cheeks. “Tomorrow will see the fall of Narok, and I’d have you play an important part in the battle to come.”
Her silver eyes widened as she heard the few words that could overshadow her sorrow. “To what extent?”
“You shall learn that tomorrow, along with the full truth of my plans.” He caressed her cheek. “There can be no distractions when the sun rises. Shed no tears. It is one thing to permit you to fight at my side, yet tomorrow, I shall allow you to command the entire left flank of the legion.”
Her heart quickened at his promise. Her lips parted in surprise.
Dominax reached down to grasp the medallion fastened around her neck as it hung just above her breasts. “The Goddess of War. You earned such a title when you conquered Lian’s Capital.” His expression grew deadly serious. “Can I trust that you will put yourself in no unnecessary danger?”
She heard the concern in his harsh tone, knowing he would sense a lie. She gathered her courage to nod firmly. “You can trust me, father.” She felt as if her heart would burst. “I won’t fail you.”
“Good.” His tone didn’t ease. They both knew she would be beyond his reach if anything went wrong. “Await my orders an hour before the sun rises. Summon Fonax, and Galis, and all the rest. Only then shall I reveal everything.”
“As you wish, father.” For the first time since Clin’s departure, Cendra had to fight to keep a subtle smile from her lips.
18th of Silla, 20 AVE.
Kingdom of Narok, Near Arkos-Nu.
The rising sun ushered in the fate of Narok. The legion rose from their camp as the light of a new day bled across the black sands. Today, red and purple blood would finally spill.
Men and women donned their armor and emerged from their tents, only to find that their orders had changed. Accustomed to hurrying into the same position within the legion’s formation each day, they found their commanders barking orders to reorganize the countless legionaries into an entirely new formation.
Little did they know that The God Emperor had summoned every commander and royal to his tent a mere hour ago. Little did they know that their ruler was finally prepared to spring his trap.
With their new orders, the commanders and royals quickly moved the men and women beneath their control to fit Dominax’s design. Rather than placing their most capable warriors in the center as they had each day, The Privictis Knights were placed far to either side. The center was filled with the weakest and most inexperienced warriors, while the flanks were heavily reinforced.
Dominax abandoned the fragile center and claimed command of the right flank while Cendra led the left. From atop his lixidion he peered far across the dark landscape to watch as the Arkos hurried into their own formation in response, as usual.
Accustomed to gathering into the same formation each day, the Arkos army quickly prepared. When the Arkos leader noticed the change in the legion’s formation, however, it was already too late.
The God Emperor grinned.
At long last, the order to march boomed across the desert.
The humans moved. The Arkos prepared. The distance between the two armies narrowed, and the battle for Narok’s future began.
For days, the Arkos army had prepared to meet the powerful center of the legion with their own reinforced center. Now, with no time to reorganize, their strong center was used as nothing more than to defend against inexperienced legionaries. The weakest Arkos warriors, spread thin at either side, were no match for the legion’s suddenly reinforced flanks. The flames of Privictis Knights and the skilled blades of veteran warriors slaughtered their outmatched enemies.
The flanks of the grand Arkos army were quickly destroyed, and the flanks of the legion clapped down on their enemy’s center like deadly jaws.
Had the Arkos remained calm and focused on pushing through the legion’s weak center, they may have stood a small chance of escape. Swiftly surrounded and attacked on both sides, however, panic dashed whatever hope they held. Human blades and flames wetted the sand with purple blood.
Hopelessly outmaneuvered, the call to surrender rang out through the Arkos army. Narok had fallen.
***
The smell of death lingered beneath the hot sun in the wake of battle. As Arkos warriors were captured and disarmed, Dominax loomed over the bloodshed from atop a dune. Arms folded, his cloak fluttered in the gathering wind as a storm approached in the distance.
Many had fallen. Such was unavoidable in war. Instead of thousands, however, Dominax’s scheme had greatly lessened the losses on both sides as a long battle was replaced with a swift surrender. Compassion held little part in his scheme, however, for fewer dead left the legion larger.
He sensed Cendra’s approach long before she climbed his dune. Accompanied by Quinla and surrounded by guards, she escorted an Arkos man wearing armor decorated in gold and jewels.
Reuniting with his daughter, Dominax tasted her victorious lips before whispering in her ear. “My little conqueror.”
“This one led the army in place of King Torakeom,” Quinla said when The God Emperor shifted his attention to their prisoner. The guards forced the defeated man to kneel. “He wishes to offer the total surrender of Narok’s forces.”
Dominax regarded him with pity. “Let him rise,” he commanded after a moment. Face to face with the foe he had watched from a distance, he granted the man a cold nod. “He was outmaneuvered and bested, though he has earned the right to stand.”
Quinla translated her ruler’s words to the man while Dominax stepped away. The God Emperor summoned the legion with a booming shout, waiting for them to gather before him.
“These past few days have spread doubt among you! They’ve made you question my judgement!” His deep voice echoed across the desert as the legion stood and listened. “Now you see the result of my actions as thousands of you that should lie dead still stand!” The bitterness left behind by their attempted mutiny hadn’t vanished, it seemed, for his harsh voice was filled with a fiery fury. “Never forget why you follow me! Never forget why I was the first to unite all of humanity!”
Cendra’s stomach tightened at the sound of his booming voice. He had wanted them to doubt.
For a moment Dominax thought he saw Irith among the legion. When he blinked, she was gone. “My purpose remains! Doubt the failed man that came before me, if any can remember their names, yet never forget why the world shall one day bow beneath my shadow!” He swept his hand towards Arkos-Nu, clenching it into a fist. “Let this great city kneel next!”
Despite their ruler’s harsh tone, the legion roared as he began to march towards the undefended gates of the great Capital of Narok.
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