Vaid Empire: Conquest
Chapter 115
23rd of Silla, 20 AVE.
Kingdom of Narok, Arkos-Nu.
“Zela.”
She heard the whisper of her name in the night. Sitting up in the darkness, her silver gaze searched the lavish bedchamber as she rubbed the remnants of sleep from her eyes.
“Zela.”
Peering across the room, she saw the outline of Arinax’s bed, hearing him sleeping peacefully. Realizing they were alone, the darkness seemed to dance upon the stone walls like shifting tentacles.
“Zela.”
Three familiar voices called to her, as strange and alien as she remembered. They hadn’t echoed inside her mind since before her mother had died, yet now she felt them in her head once more.
She had screamed last time. Still fear seeped through her, deep enough to touch her young bones, though she held back from crying out. At long last, she dared to swallow her fear before answering their strange call. “W…who…are you? Truly?” No longer was she a child. She faced the darkness with glowing silver eyes. “I…I deserve to know…”
“A friend.”
“A guardian.”
“A monument to creation.”
She held her sheets tightly to her chest as she fought against the trembling of her hands. Three distinct voices came from the darkness, whispered into her mind. She glanced at Arinax as he remained undisturbed, remembering his promise to protect her. It’d be a simple thing to cry out for her twin, though she clung to her momentary courage and pressed forth with a reply. “Creation? I…don’t understand.”
“Mother of The Artist, you understand more than most.”
“The act of creation is a privilege only for those that exist.”
“Do not fear it.”
Zela shook her young head. “I’m not a m…mother. Not yet.”
The empty night lingered in silence until a vision flashed inside her mind, making her wince as she touched her head. It lasted a mere moment, a few horrid seconds as the images of three tentacles coiling together in the darkness poured through her mind. Fear seeped through her veins, yet she bit back a scream. Terror dueled with curiosity as she fought to calm her pounding heart, needing to know more.
“We wait.”
“We shall wait.”
“Ever patient.”
Despite her fragile bravery, Zela felt the whispers growing quiet inside her head. They left a lonely feeling in their wake, and she reached towards the empty darkness in desperation. “Wait…” As fear swirled within her belly, so too did a strange longing. “Don’t go. I…I don’t even know your names.”
“Never have we left you.”
“Always are we watching.”
“The Triumvirate. The Triumvirate. The Triumvirate.”
The faint whispers sent a chill up her spine, though she didn’t scream. She didn’t recoil. As Arinax slumbered peacefully, a faint smile touched her lips despite her fear. At long last, she knew their name.
A lonely silence lingered in their absence. Zela recalled their words. “A…friend?” she quietly repeated to herself. She had witnessed horrors flash inside her mind, yet no longer did the night seem quite so dark.
24th of Silla, 20 AVE.
Kingdom of Narok, Arkos-Nu.
Far above the underground city, Hesin peered down from behind his mask at the people going about their day.
Wrapped in his dark cloak, he stood perched atop a balcony circling one of the gigantic pillars that held up the cave ceiling. Acting as a watchtower of sorts, the balcony was merely halfway up the natural pillar of knotted stone, yet he could see the streets far below. It was strange to think that a hot sun beat down upon desert dunes beyond the city gate, for shadows clung to every corner of every building as mere braziers and the light from countless windows illuminated the city.
His silent contemplation was shattered by the sound of loud steps ascending the old stairs. Back and forth, ever rising, the steps were quite a long climb. By the time Salduin reached the top, the aging man’s breaths were deep.
“Seems like only yesterday I could run for miles in armor while holding my hammer. Now…” Salduin shrugged. He strolled over to join the masked assassin, leaning against the stone railing.
Hesin turned his hooded head to glance at the large man, seeing the opulent robes flowing over his one-suit, concealing the powerful body beneath. “Now his holiness decorates you like a lavish sacrifice to be thrown to the Arkos.”
Salduin chuckled. “An idea me and Vixin discussed, not The God Emperor. It’s temporary. Better to avoid the appearance of armored conquerors while we preach to the population.” He brushed the silks that were draped over him, appearing more lavish than the native priests. He frowned faintly, clearly unaccustomed to such robes.
“A fine mask over horrid deeds. Still, they’ll require more than words to forget their heathen gods.” Hesin peered down at the city as his metallic voice echoed quietly. “Dress our actions in robes of legitimacy if you’d like, though more blood is certain to follow.”
“So it is.” Salduin nodded. “Still, why don’t you come along? Today Vixin and I are going to speak inside one of the temples, rather than the plaza. Your…uh, discerning gaze may prove valuable. Our presence shall no doubt anger many, yet it’s a necessary step.”
Hesin granted the request little thought. “I’ll have additional Truthseekers watch the crowd.”
Salduin hesitated. “It’s your presence I seek, Hesin.” His tone lowered, holding a quiet sympathy. “You know, it occurs to me that we’ve never prayed together. These people don’t share our beliefs, yet, though their temple is as good a place as any to speak to the dead.”
“What use are words to the dead? They’ve suffered enough. I see no reason to disturb them with my own pathetic sentiments.” His eye narrowed beneath Salduin’s obvious concern. “Though why the sudden insistence? Tell me the game you play.”
“Game? You bastard. Can a man not request the company of an old friend?” Salduin asked. When Hesin continued to stare, he sighed. “You’re a hard one to know, I’ll give you that, though I do know you. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you sulking.” Once more he hesitated, looking down at the ground far below. “We haven’t talked about Clin.”
Hesin was grateful for his mask. It hid the twitch of his lips. “The fool went to die in the desert. Again, what use are words to the dead?”
“Clin will live. We both know that.” Salduin’s face hardened. “Lalian and I were just outside Fask’s throne room when he confronted The God Emperor. We heard…enough.” With a long exhale, the large man appeared older than his years. “He was one of us. However he wronged you, whatever past you two shared, he stood with us all those decades ago in Nitri. Now he’s gone, and we’re lesser for it.”
Once, Hesin would have mocked such words with spite. Now, he merely stared across the subterranean landscape.
“Forgive him or don’t. It’s not my place to dictate what you must do, and what’s done is done. He chose to suffer out there in the desert, though now I see you’re doing the same in here.” Salduin shrugged his broad shoulders. “We’ve already lost one of us. I’d rather not see another fall.”
“How kind of you,” he replied, though his mocking tone held no humor. His words were weary things.
Salduin’s meaty hand gestured towards the distance. “Come to the temple today. I don’t know what Clin took from you, not truly, though after all these years, mourn.” He turned to face his companion, as if speaking to a mirror. “Mourn and live again.”
Hesin was silent behind his mask.
“The Arkos here have a tradition of lighting candles for the dead. Come to the temple. Light a candle for those you lost so long ago. Let your sorrow burn until little remains but a fresh soul free of shackles,” he said, his soft tone a sharp contrast to his frame. “Mourn, my friend. Mourn, or you will never be free.”
Hardly could Hesin face him. He turned back towards the city, listening to the distant sound of the conquered population below. “You seek to watch me weep, then? That’s the extent of your game?” Hesin chuckled, a tired sound. False humor gave way to low, harsh words. “No. I don’t think I will.”
Together they stood as silent voyeurs above a strange civilization. With Arkos men and women going about their day below, the streets lined with human legionaries, Nitri seemed like several lifetimes ago.
“I’ll light a candle for you today,” Salduin finally said. “I don’t know who you lost, though I’ll make sure they’re remembered in some small way.”
Hesin glanced over. His expressionless mask could not hide his eye. “A brother.” He cleared his throat. “I had a brother.”
“A brother.” Salduin slowly nodded. “I’ll light a candle for your brother, then.”
Offering only silence, Hesin could permit only a nod of his own.
Lingering together, Salduin patted the assassin’s shoulder. “Alright, old friend. No doubt Vixin is already waiting.” He gestured to the stairs. “If you won’t come to the temple, leave this dreary perch at the very least. Return to the realm of the living for a while.”
In no mood to argue, Hesin reluctantly agreed and followed, delving into the city once more. They went their separate ways at the bottom of the stairs, and the hooded assassin walked through the street alone towards the palace.
The guards outside bowed before the approaching shadow as Hesin’s cloak fluttered around him, striding through the doors. Lost in thought, his steps were automatic as he found the entrance to his personal quarters.
Entering, the sound of his family snapped him from his thoughts. There, in the center of the lavish chamber, Nafalya loomed over Atrix while their son quietly played.
“He returns.” Nafalya smirked as she strolled to meet him, her wide hips swaying. She kissed the metal cheek of his cold mask. “Just in time, master. The God Emperor summons his shadow.” She cradled her pregnant swell. “You’ll watch over the boy, won’t you?”
Hesin nodded as she donned her own expressionless mask. They said their goodbyes before she swiftly departed, eager to return to her father’s side.
In her absence, he looked down at his son. Accustomed to the watchful gaze of his mother, Atrix played alone with figurines carved from polished stone.
Hesin glanced at the door, then back at the boy. Entirely alone, beyond Nafalya’s gaze, he dared to reach down and pick Atrix up. Safe from prying eyes, he slowly wrapped his arms around the boy, embracing the prince.
His hold grew tighter, feeling his son in his arms. Behind his mask, as always occurred during these rare hidden moments, he felt a dampness gathering in his gaze before tears began to trickle down his cheek.
He thought of Salduin’s candle. He thought of Clin out in the desert. He thought of the living creature in his hold, feeling his son against his chest.
Hesin’s soul was rotten and withered, a horrid thing to behold. In his grasp was something yet untainted.
“Atrix.”
Even Nafalya didn’t know her son had been named after his brother.
***
The sound of shackled beasts pulling at their chains echoed all around as Yisi brushed her mount. Stiff bristles scrubbed the purple scales clean with every forceful movement of her hand.
Hardly were the royal stables a place for a lixidion. Owned by Torakeom and his tribe, the squat and round structure dwarfed the public stables nearby, located close to the grand gates of the city. As Kixsi flinched and pulled away at a roar from one of the strange beasts of the old king’s exotic collection, Yisi tried to calm her by rubbing her reptilian snout.
“Easy, girl. Easy.” Yisi frowned as she saw the creature’s panic fade. Even a lixidion was no match for a number of the monstrosities housed within the structure. Each chained inside a small pen lining the curved walls, only Kixsi remained unrestrained.
Feeling trapped within the structure, and feeling buried beneath the cave ceiling beyond, Yisi pressed her forehead against the lixidion’s and closed her eyes with a heavy sigh. It’d be a simple thing to ride through the gates and across the dunes, never looking back.
She thought of Vixin and Jinilya, opening her eyes. Such a dream seemed further from her grasp than ever.
As if summoned from her thoughts, she watched as the legionaries guarding the stables bowed. A moment later, Vixin strolled through the towering doorway of the structure, an arch large enough to drag monstrosities through. With swaying hips, the princess searched the stable before finding her love. “How did I know I’d find you here?”
The sound of her teasing chuckle brought a flutter to Yisi’s chest, enough to drown her thoughts, if only for a moment. “I take it you’re finished indoctrinating the population?”
“Hardly, though it was a productive day,” Vixin replied, lifting her long leg and swinging it over the pen’s gate, followed by the other leg. She crossed the distance between them and pressed her lips to her lover’s. “Come. Let’s get you out of this dirty place.”
Yisi glanced back at Kixsi. Already the sun was falling outside the city. With a solemn expression, she reluctantly nodded.
They began the long journey through the city, hand in hand as they sought to cross the entirety of the vast cave. The guards outside the stable surrounded the royal couple in a protective ring as they walked. Minute after minute, street after street, they passed the subdued citizens, their spirits crushed beneath the legion. Yisi felt the weight of the cave ceiling far above as she watched them, feeling a deep itch to flee for open air. How could they possibly live in such a place? How could they stand the possibility of the cave suddenly crumbling to bury them all? She could almost feel the population breathing, consuming the oxygen around her, feeling as if the distant walls were closing in.
Vixin felt Yisi squeeze her hand. She held her close.
The Arkos citizens flowed through the streets, seeking their homes as the day came to an end and The God Emperor’s curfew neared. She recognized several faces from those among the crowds she had addressed. Serving her duty as The Supreme Mother, she and Salduin had proclaimed the truth of The Creator, teaching the population about The God Emperor’s religion. So too had her Sages served the population, spreading through the streets and showing Arkos men and women the pleasure they could offer.
Even now, as they passed a branching street, Vixin peered over to see a Sage surrounded by a crowd. They watched as she rested on her back atop a crude platform, her legs parted as an Arkos lover rocked his hips. Unaccustomed to such raw displays of passion in public, the mystified natives watched with a mixture of curiosity, horror, disgust, and need as the naked Sage allowed the man to impregnate her for all to see.
Touching her lips, Vixin felt her own need tingling between her thighs as they walked, having heard more than her fair share of moans for the day. Of course, there was more to her arousal than merely what she had seen.
As they entered a small market, they saw rows of slaves for sale as merchants exchanged coin, settling their business for the day. As potential customers lingered, inspecting the slaves, Yisi’s eye widened at the sight of a row of male slaves chained to the curved wall of a building, one of many that made up the boundaries of the market. With their hands bound above their heads and their legs forced apart, naked Arkos slaves squirmed as a man dressed in long robes moved down the row. One by one, he used a curved blade decorated in red jewels to geld the men.
Vixin could hear their muffled panic through their gags as their chains rattled. The robed man grabbed the next slave’s testicles, his blade slicing swiftly through Arkos flesh. Yisi grimaced at her side.
The guards announced the arrival of The God Emperor’s daughter when she entered the market. A mandatory translator among the group of legionaries repeated their words, and the crowd turned and bowed low.
“Your majesty, welcome, welcome!” A nearby merchant rose first. His words were flavored by his heavy Arkos accent as he gestured to himself. “How may I serve you, oh beloved daughter of The God Emperor?”
Light gleamed off the crimson jewels of the blade, and Vixin winced as it castrated the next slave in line with a swift slice. She remembered the men she had punished years ago, gifts from Cendra sent to harm Fanir. The cruel ghost of her mother’s memory made her lips twitch, knowing Xenia would have approved.
Yisi eyed their chains, thinking of Kixsi. She granted her lover a look, saying much without words.
Vixin saw the urgency in her gaze. Glancing at the men, she bit her lip. “Stop this.” She uttered the words and saw Yisi’s silent relief. With a grimace at the sight of purple blood staining the dagger, she committed to her command. “Stop that man. I won’t allow him to cut another.”
“Ah, but your great majesty, these are savages from the west, captured during a failed raid.” The merchant gestured to the row of slaves. “Such brutes make poor servants here. Best to geld them to ensure they are more…timid, else no one shall purchase them.”
Vixin eyed the five men that remained intact. Their powerful forms strained against their chains as the robed Arkos taunted them with his dagger, awaiting his employer’s word to continue. Instead, the word of a princess came first. “I’ll purchase them. Remove them from their chains and I shall order the guards to escort them to the palace.”
A smile immediately crept across the merchant’s features. “Yes, yes, of course princess! It would be an honor to sell these men to you! I shall even accept your human currency, for even the slowest of merchants can see the new way of the world.” He cupped his hands before him. “Let us call it, ah, ten coins each. A fair price for The God Emperor’s daughter, yes?”
Yisi eyed the man’s cupped hands with a scowl.
“Servants shall be sent from the palace with your payment later, though I’m taking these men away from here now,” Vixin commanded. When the merchant offered no resistance but parted lips, she ordered the legionaries nearby to unchain the slaves.
As the guards obeyed, Yisi watched as the men were freed from the wall. For a moment the cave didn’t feel as constricting, and she leaned close to whisper to her lover. “Thank you.”
“We cannot save every slave in the city, Yisi,” Vixin replied before sighing. “Although, I have the power to rescue these men from a terrible fate at least, and I suppose that is worth something.”
The large Arkos slaves were hardly civil men, however. Unwilling to put their princess in any possible danger, the legionaries shackled the arms of the slaves behind their back for the journey ahead.
Once more, Vixin felt the lingering need between her thighs as she assessed them, seeing their muscular bodies on display. Her smile became a smirk as she held Yisi close to her side. “Though don’t think I intend to let them sit idly.” She nodded towards the largest slave, eying his massive manhood as it hung heavily. “What do you think of that one?”
Yisi merely rolled her eyes.
Their journey resumed as they left the market behind, flanked by a larger entourage than before as the slaves were led along. Street after street, they finally reached the palace.
The princess regarded the largest slave as they came to a halt in the entrance hall. Putting a finger to her lips, she made her decision as her temptation proved too great. “Escort these men to join the other servants and slaves, though bring this one to my chamber,” she commanded the legionaries.
The human warriors obeyed swiftly, their white cloaks fluttering through the halls. As two remained to escort her selected favorite, she led them to her personal chamber and gestured for them to drag the slave inside.
It would be a simple thing to let the man join his companions, untouched. At the very least, she could order him into her bed as a welcomed lover, free of bondage. She told herself that he was too dangerous, however, though in truth, a deep itch within her had gone neglected for too long. Each night, she had been pleasured by a willing lover or dominated by Yisi. Tonight, after too long, she needed to see a slave squirm beneath her. “Secure him to the bed.”
Yisi waited patiently as the men forced the Arkos onto his back. She hated the palace, for it was a tomb within a tomb. With a mountain hanging above her head, the wide corridors did nothing to stop her from feeling further trapped.
Straining, the slave’s powerful arms and legs offered ample resistance as they were forced far apart. The legionaries shackled his wrist and ankles to the bed, leaving the strong man helpless beneath the interest of his new mistress.
The sight brought a tingle between Vixin’s legs. She felt the groin of her revealing leotard grow wet from her needy juices. The same feeling that made her moan whenever she was bound now caused a deep arousal to pulsate through her body as she watched the man struggle. When the legionaries were finished, she dismissed them and made her way to the slave’s side, gently caressing his cheek. “I apologize for this, though if you behave, I promise to reward you with utter bliss.”
“He doesn’t understand,” Yisi countered with a facade of annoyance, though already she began to strip off her one-suit. The skintight fabric peeled down her graceful curves, revealing the soft and fair skin beneath.
“No, it doesn’t seem so.” Vixin bit her lip as she took in the sight of his bound body. Leaning to whisper into his ear, she ran a hand down her front to cup her soaking groin. “If you can only understand a single thing I say tonight, let it be these words. I’m going to use your glorious cock to get pregnant. I’m going to ride it until you cum deep inside me, and my belly is going to swell with your baby.”
There was no understanding in his gaze, yet the feeling of her warm breath in his ear and the sound of her seductive tone caused his massive manhood to twitch. The princess offered a kind smile.
Yisi watched her lover undress until they both stood naked. Pressing her body close, she ran her hands over Vixin’s royal curves, unable to keep the blush from her cheeks. “If you’re determined to soil our sheets with the seed of this Arkos, you’re going to serve.” She pulled her towards the bed and forced her to kneel between the man’s parted thighs. Behind closed doors, the quiet girl once more faded to reveal the dominating mistress always lurking inside. Her hand crept up to firmly take the dark hair of the princess in her grasp, carefully guiding her head down.
Vixin moaned playfully as her lips were forced to meet the slave’s cock. She granted it a kiss as her hand slid up his thigh to aid her.
The slave groaned at the feeling of her soft hand caressing his manhood. Elegant royal fingers curled around his thick shaft, her thumb against the underside as she began to stroke him. Up and down, she forced him to grow hard in her grasp.
With a hungry grin, she watched his manhood standing tall before her. An Arkos cock, the grey skin matched the rest of his body, decorated in dark stripes. Her tongue found the base, running slowly up his shaft inch by inch, second after second until she finally reached the top. Licking the tip, she uttered a quiet whine at just how large he was. “This…could break me.”
“You wanted this.” Yisi tightened her grip, softly forcing Vixin to take the large tip between her lips. Guiding her, she made her lover’s head sink down. “Now, taste him.”
Eager to obey, Vixin endured his girth sliding down her throat. With experience carefully controlling her gag reflex, she closed her eyes to savor him. Managing to sink down to the base, she felt him quiver.
Trapped in the tight mouth of a skilled princess, the slave uttered a long groan as he strained against his bindings. His words sounded harsh, foreign to their ears as he muttered through his forced pleasure.
Up and down her head moved, eagerly serving him. The shame of a princess tasting a slave made her juices trickle down her bare thighs, her loins utterly aching. She needed to feel him inside her.
Watching her lover suck, Yisi’s solemn lips offered the smallest hint of a satisfied grin. She saw Vixin’s saliva coating the slave’s shaft with every movement of her head.
The bound man uttered strange Arkos words, only to repeat them. He gritted his teeth as he endured her tight throat.
With Vixin kneeling upon the bed, bent over, her rump was vulnerable. Yisi moved behind her lover and caressed her rear, feeling her own needs swiftly gathering at the sight of the flawless body before her. She ran a hand up her royal thigh before finding the loins she loved, beginning to rub Vixin’s labia with her thumb. When she slid a finger inside, the princess moaned around his cock.
“How eager,” Yisi said as she felt Vixin’s juices dripping down her hand. “If your body is so shameless with its desires, go on. Fuck him.”
Vixin slowly slid his cock from her mouth, feeling a great relief in her throat when the last inch left her lips. She granted his testicles a kiss, her advanced senses almost able to smell the potent sperm inside, waiting to be milked. Her fertile womb tingled, obsessing over the thought of giving birth to his baby.
Moving to straddle his lap, she looked back to seek her bondmate’s permission. Though she was uncertain if she could stop herself regardless, she smirked when Yisi nodded.
Hardly able to delay a moment more, she pressed his wet tip to her soaking lower lips. He muttered as he watched her, a gorgeous princess eager to take his cock. Whether he wanted to have sex with her or not was of no concern, for his chains held his limbs tightly.
“Forgive me, though I’ll make you feel the deepest pleasure of your existence, I assure you,” Vixin said, guilt mixing with her need. Though he clearly didn’t understand, she couldn’t stop. The sight of him squirming made her moan, feeling his helpless tip parting her labia. She knew there was more of her mother inside her than she dared to consider, mindful of her own cruelty, though even such a horrid thought could not extinguish her lust. With aching loins, she sank down upon his cock.
A cry of pained pleasure burst from her lips. Lubricated by her own saliva, his magnificent cock stretched her tight vagina. Taking as much as she could endure, his manhood easily reaching her limit before she could sink down entirely, she held herself atop his lap with trembling thighs.
“Y…Yisi…” Vixin muttered. A long moan escaped her, savoring the sensation.
The younger woman merely watched her lover’s pleasure, waiting while the princess adjusted to his ample girth. When at last Vixin began to move once more, Yisi explored her own body at the sight. For a brief moment, she could nearly forget about the mountain above her.
Slowly, carefully, Vixin rose and lowered herself atop his cock. Eyes fluttering, she listened to his groans as he endured the superior sensation of a Vaid for the first time, his back arching.
She chuckled at his visible pleasure, enduring her own. She ran a loving hand down his chest. “T…thank you.” Though she knew he couldn’t understand, she offered a kind grin of gratitude for enduring his chains, loving every jingle of his restraints as he squirmed in bliss. His cock was utterly under her control.
Yisi’s lips parted as she pleasured herself to the sight, watching her goddess ride the slave’s cock. Her fingers sank into the sweet tightness between her own soft thighs, obsessing over the sight. Her bondmate, her half-sister, the woman she loved, rode the slave with passion.
Placing a hand upon her flat belly, Vixin moaned. Her lusts had indeed been coaxed by the sight of her Sages, though she could hardly restrain her needs today. She knew the cause, of course. Closing her eyes to sense her womb, a hungry grin spread across her pretty lips.
She was ovulating.
A Vaid womb demanded to be impregnated. Hardly anything but her own ample restraint had prevented her from leaping onto the first male she encountered and riding him until she received what she craved. Now, with a thick Arkos cock buried deep inside her tight vagina, her fertile body begged with desperation to feel his seed spurt inside her.
Driven by a primal need to get pregnant, Vixin’s hips increased their pace. Moving up and down, she made deep, raw love to a man she knew nothing about. A stranger squirmed beneath her, helpless to resist the tight lure of her vagina as she milked his potent sperm.
Utterly lost to the snug ecstasy around his cock, the slave continued to mutter the same words. Over and over, he repeated a phrase they could not understand.
Glancing back, Vixin offered a hand to her bondmate. “Yisi…ahh…join me.”
Though she accepted the offer, she mounted the bed near the slave’s head. “I don’t want that anywhere near me,” she said coldly, watching the large Arkos manhood sliding in and out of her lover. “Go on. I’ll find my own enjoyment.”
All too eager to keep the shaft inside her to herself, Vixin watched as Yisi mounted the slave’s head. Using ample caution to avoid the sharp ends of his curved horns, she trapped him between her thighs, silencing his strange words. Lightly rubbing her groin against his face, she coaxed him to begin licking at her lower lips.
Squirming, writhing in pleasure, the slave submitted to serving his new mistress with his tongue. The sweet smell and taste of a Vaidspawn could intoxicate any man, and the slave was no different. Clearly accustomed to ordinary women, he lapped hungry at Yisi’s petite labia.
The sight of her lover’s pleasure made Vixin’s loin tingle nearly as deeply as the manhood gliding inside her. She watched Yisi throw her head back, her long hair flowing in dark strands over her perky breasts.
Savoring his tongue, Yisi sought what she truly craved. Before her was a goddess, and she reached out to explore the women she loved. Perspiration glistened upon Vixin’s smooth skin as her fingers glided over her elegant curves.
Often, it was difficult to keep in mind that they had both been sired by The God Emperor’s seed. Despite her feelings about the man, Yisi couldn’t help but silently thank him for creating such perfection as she explored her sister’s body.
Loving her touch, Vixin leaned forward. She met her lips, two lovers atop a helpless slave.
Forced to breed with a goddess while his head was trapped between the thighs of another, the slave was not destined to endure for long.
“I…sense him. He’s…ahh…about to…” Vixin began, only to feel a warmth flood her loins. “He’s cumming…ohh…Yisi…he’s…cumming!”
Yisi grabbed her lover’s hands, feeling Vixin squeeze her grasp as the slave’s sperm spurted inside her.
“Yes…ohh…get me pregnant!” Vixin demanded. The warmth of his seed filled her, yet her lust remained. Throughout his orgasm, she continued to ride his cock without mercy.
Pushing his hips upward as far as his chains would allow, the Arkos writhed beneath his mistresses. Forced to endure the consuming euphoria the princess had promised, his torment only began when his orgasm ended. Despite the sensitivity of his cock increasing tenfold in the wake of his climax, Vixin didn’t slow. Trapped in her tightness, the sensation became unbearable.
“I’m…ahh…sorry…” Vixin muttered, closing her eyes. Her movements only quickened, feeling him squirm in panic. “I’m…ahh…so sorry…I…I’m almost…”
Utterly overstimulated, the slave began to thrash, his cries muffled beneath Yisi.
Vixin’s guilt was smothered by her pleasure. Feeling a helpless man panicking beneath her, torturing his sensitive cock inside her tight vagina, her mother’s cruelty prodded at her. She couldn’t stop. Entirely in control of another being, she moaned loudly as he continued to thrash.
“Sorry…I’m so…ahh…” She could hardly focus on anything but her own orgasm as it swiftly approached. “I…yes…yes…just…just a little…further…” Each of his panicked movements drove her towards her finish. “I…I…oohhhh…”
At last, she threw her head back in utter bliss as pleasure erupted throughout her body. Clenching hard around his cock, she trembled atop him.
Gasping for air when her climax at last faded, she remained atop him while she recovered. Feeling his sperm deep inside her vagina, she uttered a final moan as she caressed her own tender breasts. “Thank you…”
Dripping with arousal, Yisi’s faint grin had grown much as she watched her lover breathe. Granting the slave mercy, she freed his head and swung her legs over the bed’s edge, allowing him to mutter once more.
Did he offer curses? Gratitude? Worship? Vixin made a show of caressing her body, requiring no words of her own to tease him with the fact that he had bred her.
Leaning over, she offered him a kiss. “I…apologize, though you served well.” She held her stomach lovingly. “I’ll ensure your child is taken care of.”
Once more, he uttered the words he had repeated frequently.
Returning to reality after their passionate moment, she glanced over at Yisi. “You didn’t finish, did you?”
What passed for a devious smirk upon Yisi’s otherwise expressionless face accompanied her reply. “No. When this man is removed, you’re going to give me what I want.” She crept closer to meet her lips, tasting her before whispering into her ear. “Whatever satisfaction you feel now, you’re going to grant me tenfold. Your tongue won’t receive my mercy until morning.”
Silver eyes widening, Vixin blushed. With the prospect of spending hours trapped between her soft thighs ahead, she swiftly went to the door and called for the guards. Obeying, they began to free the slave from his chains.
Again, the slave muttered. The translator of the guards glanced at his princess.
“Well?” Vixin asked with a polite curiosity, holding Yisi’s naked body against her own. “What did he say?”
The legionary cleared his throat. “He says…you shall wake the desert, and all shall be consumed.”
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