Vaid Empire: Conquest
Chapter 118
10th of Senin, 20 AVE.
Kingdom of Narok, Arkos-Nu.
The deep vaults of Arkos-Nu were a treasure trove beneath the desert. Where most men sought gold, Lalian ran his hand lovingly over the shelves of smooth black stone, each holding countless slabs of knowledge. History, architectural designs, documents recording the flora and fauna of the desert, all called to him. The entirety of a king’s collection was at his fingertips, a well of knowledge, and he intended to drink every last drop.
Anthara merely chuckled as she watched him obsess over the slabs. Having settled into a cushion in the corner of the vault, she held her own task. She plucked one message cylinder after another from a crate. After reading its contents, she either discarded it into a rejection pile, or saved it among a small collection of possible candidates. The names she read were strangers, requiring her to assess their listed deeds.
“Do any catch your eye, my love?” Lalian asked, pulling a slab from the closest shelf. Like most others, it was carved from a charom stem. The coral-like surface was as hard as stone.
Anthara’s lips tightened as she carefully studied the latest candidate. “A few.” She discarded it upon the pile beside where she sat, hearing them spill across the floor. Her wings flexed as she stretched her body. “So many great deeds, yet are they loyal?”
“Impossible to know from mere writings,” he replied. Already they had received reports that the new High Lady of Praith, Falin, had risen dutifully to her role. With the girl proving to be a successful choice, it was only natural that Anthara would be tasked with selecting the new rulers of Tempian and The Kingdom of Lian itself. “Take your time. The God Emperor trusts your judgement.”
She blushed, subtly clenching her thighs together beneath her green shawl.
Finding a seat near his love, Lalian began to silently read the slab in his grasp. Arkos words etched into the smooth and ancient surface spoke of the last army Narok had sent against the deep desert. Like all the others, it never returned. Having been written long after the event, the slab was far too vague for his purposes.
He would drink every ounce of information available to him, yet The God Emperor had granted him a task. His focus fell to any document related to ‘waking the desert’.
The voice of the guards outside the vault echoed through the underground corridor and into the grand chamber. “The Prince Upholder of Vaidrin, Arinax of House Vaid!”
Looking up from their duties, the Lanthians watched the boy stroll into the vault. His hands remained behind his back, concealing something as he greeted them with a nod.
“My prince,” Lalian said happily with a bow. “What brings you to the depths of the palace?”
Arinax shrugged. “I must return something that isn’t mine.”
Lalian watched the boy reveal a slab from behind his back. He accepted it gently when Arinax offered it. “You…took this? My prince, I’ve spent every waking hour within this chamber during the past few days. When did you…”
“I come here at night when the palace is asleep.” Arinax looked away. “When there is time to myself, and father doesn’t expect me to train.”
Unable to conceal a smile, knowing the vault’s lure all too well, Lalian skimmed the slab. “An a…account recorded from a survivor of an attack in the deep desert?”
“They say entire armies vanished without a trace? Not quite, it seems.” Arinax’s smile offered cautious excitement, a fragile thing that could easily shatter. “The stories intrigued me. I’ve been conducting my own research at night, though…ah, I ran out of time.” He nodded politely at the slab.
While Anthara continued her work, Lalian couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, my prince, if I had only known…” He shook his head. “There is no need for secrecy. If this subject is of such interest to you, w…we could collaborate, of course.”
The boy’s expression darkened. “I don’t think my father would approve of the hours I’ve already spent reading.”
He placed a green hand upon the prince’s shoulder. Already Arinax was growing tall. “Your father is an intelligent man, my prince. He knows the value of knowledge more than most. Ah, the legion thinks empires are built from blades alone, yet we know better.” His tone softened. “I’ll talk to him.”
Silver eyes brightening with excitement, Arinax met his gaze. “Truly?”
Lalian nodded. “N…now, why don’t you tell me what you’ve found?”
Anthara smirked to herself as she glanced up, savoring the sight of her mate’s fatherly demeanor as she thought of their own son.
Clearing his throat, Arinax tried to contain himself, yet his words came forth like a flood. “Ah. Yes. Well, in 167 BVE, King Quorakeom of Narok sent his armies to march into the deep desert to destroy Arkos-Tul. Only a handful of survivors managed to crawl back to Narok, claiming that their enemies had ‘awoken the desert’. Even under torture by their king, their accounts of what had occurred remained consistent. The slab you hold is the only document that seems to have survived the centuries.” He took a breath, gesturing politely. “An account from one of the survivors, the soldier claims they had nearly reached Arkos-Tul when they heard a horrifying sound piercing the air. It seemed to summon the nocturnal monstrosities slumbering beneath the dunes, driving them into a frenzy. The Arkos armies were swarmed and slaughtered.”
Lalian glanced down at the slab. “How…singular.”
“It matches other legends,” Arinax continued. “Tales of something beneath Arkos-Tul that can make such a sound. They’re quite vague, though…is such a thing possible, my lord?”
Anthara spoke up. “Utter madness. Madness, and nonsense. How can a mere sound send beasts into a bloodthirsty frenzy?”
“Ah, well…I wouldn’t call it nonsense, my love.” Lalian tilted his head in thought, pondering. “Though I’ve never studied such creatures myself, there have been a number of species discovered throughout the world that have been known to use various calls and sounds to affect their prey. Various frequencies can indeed incite other animals to…to…” Seeing Anthara’s skepticism remain, he cleared his throat. “Ah, call it mere speculation, though if the Arkos of the deep desert possess something that makes such a sound, however unlikely, it could…ah, wake the desert, so to speak.”
Unconvinced, Anthara shook her head and returned her attention to her candidates. “Once more, my love. Nonsense. You have your documents and legends, yet I know what it is to face an enemy in battle. A fallen warrior would conjure any tale to excuse their utter defeat.”
“P…perhaps.” Lalian glanced at Arinax, seeing they shared the same thought. He gestured to the shelves. “Regardless, The God Emperor has granted me a task. Would you like to…ah, assist my research?”
Beaming with excitement, Arinax nodded. “Yes, Lord Lalian.”
He smiled. “As I’ve said, a simple Lalian would do.”
15th of Senin, 20 AVE.
Kingdom of Narok, Arkos-Nu.
Nafalya heard the clash of blades as she entered the estate, one of the largest mansions near the palace. Having been confiscated from a wealthy merchant, The Hesian Order had made it their temporary headquarters in the underground city.
Glancing at the lavish decor of the entryway, she heard a struggle growing closer as she passed her fellow Truthseekers. They bowed before their imperial princess as she sought her mate.
“Wrong!” Hesin’s voice came from ahead. “Come at me again, yet this time, act as if you are an assassin, not a cripple.”
Hips swaying, she emerged into what had once been a private library. The slabs and tablets had been stripped away, and the shelves smashed to make room for the racks of weapons that now lined the walls after being converted into a makeshift armory.
Inside, she found her mate. Dagger drawn, Hesin met the blades of a younger Truthseeker.
She watched their duel, seeing blade meet blade. Despite his age, Hesin fought with an urgency she hadn’t witnessed before. Though he held his own against his foe, Nafalya frowned behind her mask.
His opponent gasped as his blade met her flesh, carving across her wrist. As her blade fell, he moved to inspect the wound. When it was clear she wouldn’t be able to continue, the displeasure in his metallic tone oozed from behind his mask. “Go. Find a healer. You’re useless to me now.”
Nafalya watched the girl go. She had caught him in a particularly foul mood. “That one will need time to heal; time she could have used elsewhere. Was that wise, master?”
Hesin’s single eye shifted to regard her through the eye hole of his mask. Beneath his hood, he offered no answer as he began to clean his blade.
She stepped closer and removed her own mask, cradling her pregnancy. Her hand upon his arm made him flinch, only to calm beneath her light touch. There was no need to question what weighed upon his mind. She knew him well. “The Dril?”
His eye narrowed. He had trained every day since spotting their strange voyeur.
Sensing his thoughts, her lips tightened with concern.
Cendra’s report of a Dril group in the jungle had been a curiosity, yet the world was brimming with curiosities. Now he had witnessed the Dril for himself. Blind to the purpose of their voyeurs, watched by a species that should be on the opposite side of the continent, Hesin had a feeling, an uneasy sensation that prodded at his gut.
“Whatever their purpose, I’ll be prepared.” His tone offered no hint of his misgivings.
She understood. She too despised being blind. Disgusted by the thought of an embrace, she instead caressed his cheek, feeling the cold steel of his mask. “In your preparations, avoid maiming those we require.”
Silent for a moment, he nodded.
Patting his cheek, she bit back her concerns and offered a calm smirk. Her fingers slipped from his mask as she turned away, sharing a quiet glance as she beckoned for him to follow. “My father requests your presence. It seems the Lanthian lovers have made their selection.”
“And?” He sheathed his blade as he joined her side, cloak fluttering.
“Father wishes to inspect these future rulers in person. No doubt he intends to breed them,” she explained, offering a seductive grin as she touched her own pregnancy. “I suspect Truthseekers shall be required to transport them here.”
Hesin savored the hints of arousal in her beautiful expression, feeling his own interest tingle at seeing a royal daughter grow wet while speaking of her father impregnating two strangers. No doubt he’d have to tend to her arousal when they were next alone.
Despite thoughts of exploring her gorgeous body, the memory of the Dril lingered. Emerging into the streets, he glanced up at the rooftops. When he saw only Truthseekers, his gaze dared to lower.
He had a feeling, a foul feeling, knowing that something dangerous lingered upon the horizon. Once more, he thought of the Dril’s black helmet. Once more, he scowled.
Enemies were all around, yet when they finally struck, he’d be prepared. He would spill their blood when they stepped into his shadows.
9th of Onis, 21 AVE.
Kingdom of Narok, Arkos-Nu.
A pair of Lanthians waited at the head of a small group of legionaries outside the gates of Arkos-Nu. Surrounded by humans decorated in white, Anthara stuck out sharply as she stood dressed in her gilded loincloth. Hand in hand with Lalian, she waited to welcome the future rulers of her homeland.
“I see them, my love,” Lalian said as he peered across the dunes. Far at the mouth of the valley, he saw the tiny figures of their guests’ escort coming around the curve of the mountains. His grip tightened, already feeling his ire rise at the sight of their approach.
Anthara glanced down at her polished golden outfit, holding her spear in her freehand. Even here, in the desert, she appeared to be every bit of the Lanthian warrior she was.
The distant group grew closer with every moment. They saw the legionaries and Truthseekers surrounding a decorated palanquin that swayed with every step. To bring their guests all the way from the jungle had been no easy task, requiring Arkos knowledge regarding secret tunnels that ran between the jungle and the desert.
Now, after two months of perilous travel, their guests had arrived.
The escorting guards brought the palanquin to a stop before The Grand Imperial Architect and his bondmate. Lalian watched as two Lanthian women stepped outside, straightening proudly as they regarded the human warriors. When their gaze fell upon him, he watched them chuckle.
“Welcome to Arkos-Nu,” he greeted them, though they turned to only regard Anthara. “The God Emperor is most…ah…”
“You must be Lady Anthara,” the first woman said with a bow of her head. Tall and proud, she spoke the imperial tongue, sharing Anthara’s heavy accent. “You’ve become quite the legend in Lian.”
“For, how do you say, better or worse,” the second woman said, noticeably shorter than her companion. Where the first woman was lean, though graceful, she was more squat, possessing wide hips and thick thighs. Both decorated as warriors, they offered their spears.
Anthara’s lips tightened, already wondering if she had been mistaken to select them. Still, she maintained her composure as she gestured to her love. “This man is The Grand Imperial Architect, advisor to The God Emperor himself. You will regard him as your superior and present your names.”
“Truly?” The first woman glanced at Lalian, only to chuckle. “Ah, the tales prove true then.” She shared an amused look with her companion before obeying. “Very well. I am Sanara, and you may call her Tavari. We’ve come to prove our, ah…worth.”
Hardly were they what either of them expected, though their records had been immaculate. Ideal candidates to rule, they had proven themselves to be capable warriors, women that other Lanthians would gladly follow. Just as importantly, they had demonstrated their loyalty to The Empire, eagerly learning the imperial tongue and their traditions.
The pair stretched their wings after their journey, their dual shades of green skin glistening beneath the hot sun. Lalian’s distaste grew as he beheld their arrogance, even as he snuck a glance at their bodies. Desirable in different ways, their gold loincloths revealed much. “Sanara and Tavari. The God Emperor is waiting.”
They found shelter from the sun through the gates, entering the grandeur of the underground city. Already legionaries guarded the streets, keeping Arkos citizens back. The moment they saw the green women, the onlookers began to mutter among themselves.
“Ah, so this is how the savage Arkos live?” Tavari asked as they walked, seeing a woman spit at them before a legionary shoved her back. “How deep they bury themselves, hiding from the sky.”
Anthara led them with swaying hips, offering Lalian a glance that calmed him. They crossed the city and made their way towards the palace, for no other royal had come to welcome their guests, and intentionally so. If the Lanthian women wished to serve The God Emperor’s throne, they must come to him.
Entering the palace, their spears were confiscated by guards. Lalian and Anthara led the women to the Arkos king’s private lounge. Stepping inside, they immediately bowed at the sight of their new ruler. Ahead, seated beside Torakeom, Dominax remained locked into a conversation with the old king as they discussed their aims. He did not rise for them.
“Your majesty, may I present Sanara and Tavari,” Lalian said as he gestured for the women to approach.
“Of course, my friend.” Dominax regarded only his advisors, ignoring the strangers as he returned to his conversation. They shared a glance as he continued to discuss the future Arkos kingdom he planned to settle in The North. When he finished what he wished to say to Torakeom, he finally beckoned for Lalian to come to his side, speaking in a low voice when the green man leaned over. “There is much to do. Bring them to my bedchamber and prepare them. I shall join you shortly.”
“As you wish.” Lalian twitched nervously.
Finally, Dominax bothered to glance at them as they waited, continuing to speak to Lalian while assessing their bodies from afar. “They are quite pleasing, my friend. You may enjoy them while I am occupied.”
Lalian’s eyes widened. “Y…your holiness?”
“Go on.” He granted Anthara a smirk, seeing her blush while he continued to speak to his friend. “Savor them, or don’t. Such is my gift to you. If they truly wish to serve, they shall please you.”
The God Emperor knew well how the former Miarch of Praith had greeted the green man with immediate disrespect. If these Lanthian women sought to rule beneath his throne they’d have to prove they could obey a former slave, a man that had risen above them. Such was the nature of The Empire.
“Enjoy them. I’ll arrive to grant them my seed when you’ve had your enjoyment,” Dominax said before shifting to speak to Anthara. “Do you understand?”
She nodded, all too eager. “Yes, your holiness.”
“Good.” He dismissed them, returning his attention to Torakeom.
Stunned, his mind racing with possibilities and doubts, Lalian stepped back unsteadily. Struggling to regain his composure, he cleared his throat and gestured to the guards. “Y…you heard his command. Escort…ah…escort them to the bedchamber of his holiness.”
The women whispered between each other as they were led away. As Lalian stood frozen, he was snapped from his thoughts by the warmth of Anthara’s hand meeting his. “Come.” She offered a comforting smile. “It’s been too long since I’ve savored such a ‘gift’.”
He followed as if lost in a daze. Memories of his former mistresses prodded at his mind with every step, unable to forget a moment of their cruelty.
As they entered the massive personal chamber of their holy ruler, Lalian heard Anthara command them to undress. He watched as they shared amused glances, moving seductively as they revealed themselves before their fellow female Lanthian. They folded their gilded outfits and placed them with reverence upon a nearby table before turning to face her. As if their act was as natural as breathing or eating, they displayed their bodies and allowed her to assess them from afar.
“Quite gorgeous, aren’t they?” Anthara asked, pressing against his side. He could feel the warmth of her body against his, seeing the arousal visible upon her lips. “The God Emperor would accept no less.”
Lalian wanted to melt from her heat despite his resentment. The women before him were too young to have lived during his time as a slave, utter strangers, yet the sight of them coaxed memories he would rather cut from his mind with a dagger. Even as they displayed themselves, he saw their teasing grins.
Anthara saw his hate, running a hand over his chest to calm him. “The past can no longer harm you, my love.” She thought of The God Emperor, knowing none of his schemes were ever straightforward. Was this the purpose of his ‘gift’? “Seize your memories and see them perish beneath those we’ll make tonight.”
He watched the women caress themselves as they eagerly prepared to accept their first test. Their bare bodies called to him, his natural instincts burning to serve them as generations of Lanthian males had been trained to do. Green eyes meeting Anthara’s, he allowed her to see the worry in his gaze. “You know I forget nothing.”
She nodded, caressing his cheek with pity. “I know.” Her voice was smooth in his ear as her touch guided him closer towards the beauties. “Yet focus on tonight.”
Hand in hand, she guided him to touch Sanara’s midriff. The smooth green skin beneath his fingertips forced his cock to twitch beneath his tunic, feeling a willing female of his own kind on offer before him.
“Yes, my love. I know you want to fuck her.” Anthara’s pretty lips curled into a devious grin. She guided his hand to Tavari, allowing his fingers to brush over her ample breasts. “Or would you rather savor her?”
Every touch ignited horrid memories, yet so too did they coax his desire. For decades he had been surrounded by human females. He had witnessed countless beauties, to be sure, though to see two naked members of his own species prodded at his natural instincts. He found them to be at once irresistible and the source of his ire, watching them chuckle arrogantly between themselves. No doubt they still considered him to be a slave, no matter what they said.
There was something in Tavari’s gaze, a slight grimace behind her arrogance as he touched her. Despite her seduction, the hints of how she truly felt subtly shone through. To serve a castrated male degraded her.
“T…this one,” Lalian said, regarding the shorter woman. He saw the reluctance hidden behind her expression, fueling his resentment. He would indeed degrade her.
“Lucky me,” Sanara said, daring to touch Anthara as if they were lovers. She pressed her naked body closer, beginning to explore as she forgot her place. No longer was Anthara a Lady, an official of a massive empire. Sanara saw her as little more than a fellow Lanthian willing to make love.
Anthara gasped with pleasure as the woman kissed her neck, feeling her warm breath. She closed her eyes to savor the sensation. Green fingers and lips coaxed memories of her own.
Tavari did her duty as she undressed Lalian. He offered little resistance as she helped remove his tunic. When his small cock was revealed, she glanced at it with pity, running a finger along his short shaft. “Not much to work with, yet I’ll make do.”
“You touch the cock of my lover,” Anthara said through her enjoyment. “Insult it again, and I shall rip out your tongue.”
Sanara nibbled at her neck. “And mine?”
Uttering a soft moan, she found her new lover’s hips. “Yours shall be put to better use.”
Lalian heard the lust dripping from the smooth voice of his love, watching another woman caress her body. He bit back a whimper, standing naked as Tavari assessed him. She shared a glance with Sanara, both biting back their thoughts, for neither woman could understand how a proud Lanthian warrior could love a former slave.
Anthara parted from the tall woman, already missing her touch as she began to undress. Joining their nudity, she too discarded her outfit with respect, though kept her medallion on, before taking Lalian’s hand. “Come, my love. Strangle the past. I’ll be at your side when you slide inside her.”
His legs trembled at the sound of her lust, obeying as she guided him to The God Emperor’s bed. Beckoning the women to join them, Anthara bit her lip excitedly before Sanara forced her onto her back.
Lalian watched as the tall Lanthian claimed the love of his life, dueling with Anthara’s lips. Two warriors, they struggled, naked bodies grinding together as they fought to claim the top.
He watched until Tavari snapped him from his thoughts. Fingers gliding down his cock forced him to gasp, seeing his chosen lover’s false interest. She attempted to force him onto his back, yet he stopped her with a command. “W…wait.”
Anthara broke from Sanara’s lips, shoving her body off so she could sit up. “My love? Have you changed your mind?”
Hesitating, he focused on his memories, enduring his hate. Inhaling, he uttered a long sigh, doing all he could to release his ire. “I…if you want this, my love…I…I want to be on top.” He swallowed nervously, fighting to seize hold of his past. “I…want to claim her.”
For the first time, Tavari chuckled with genuine curiosity. “The Grand Imperial Architect,” she said, tasting his title at last. “Show me how bold you are.”
Lalian saw the challenge in her gaze, her hidden disgust for him ready to ease if he proved himself to be more than a mere slave. Fighting against his nerves, he dared to push her onto her back, his fragile bravery fueled by resentment more than lust. With an aching cock, he watched her legs part, allowing him the privilege of seeing the wet tightness between her thighs.
Anthara reached over, offering her support. “Go on, my love. I want to hear you moan when you feel her cunt.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips to his ear. “I want to see you cum inside her.”
Her words nearly pushed him over the edge, yet he held back. As she released him, watching, he pressed his tip against Tavari’s entrance. As Sanara joined Anthara’s side and snuck a hand between her legs, he heard the pleasure of his love as he pushed forward. Sinking his cock inside his new lover, he whimpered in bliss.
Tavari was hardly amused, no doubt accustomed to much larger, yet she played her part. She offered a soft gasp.
“Good boy,” Anthara said with dripping lust. A hand on his lower back prompted him to begin thrusting before she retreated to find her own satisfaction.
Two Lanthian warriors clashed as Sanara attacked, lips meeting, fingers seeking. Their green bodies wrestled, moaning, aching for each other’s expert touch.
Anthara had enjoyed the touch of female humans, yet her instincts flared beneath the assault of another Lanthian. She eagerly met her foe, her lover, finding the dripping wetness between the tall woman’s thighs.
“A small price to pay for a city,” Tavari moaned softly, enduring his thrusts with a hungry grin. Ambition flavored her beautiful expression as she continued to challenge Lalian.
“Tempian…ahh…has been all but destroyed,” Anthara muttered through her pleasure. “You have quite the task…ahh…ahead of you…”
“So be it.” She merely shrugged. Lalian recognized the raw ambition in her gaze, seeing the eagerness to rule that Dominax craved. No doubt The God Emperor would be pleased with her.
Sanara moaned as she felt Anthara’s experienced fingers. “I’d pity you…ahh…yet Lian has hardly fallen. My title…ahh…is not yet secured…”
Such was a half-truth, for while the kingdom’s capital and burial chamber continued to be held hostage, Lian had remained passive in their absence. Already groups of legionaries were being placed strategically throughout the jungle in preparation for their return.
Anthara moaned. Though she suffered the horrid desert, the halted conquest of her homeland had not been forgotten. A future queen and a future High Lady savored the touch of their lovers beside each other.
“Pity her instead,” Tavari said as she glanced at Anthara. “Poor…poor Anthara. How have you…ahh…survived being around these Arkos for so long?”
Anthara gestured to Lalian, touching the medallion around her neck. She thought of his promise, longing to leave the horrid desert and see her homeland once more.
He moaned, enraptured by pleasure as he made slow, careful thrusts. The sight of Tavari’s short body beneath him fueled his lust as it battled against his ire, his pleasure poisoning his hate. He drank in the sight of her wide hips, unable to keep the thought of Dominax filling her belly with his baby. When he imagined The God Emperor arriving to breed her, he thought of their potential children, wondering if she would grant his friend a daughter with thighs as thick as hers.
Anthara heard his groan of pure desire, chuckling to herself. She too craved to discover every inch of her lover, her fingers obsessively exploring Sanara’s toned body. Her lean form was strong though feminine, a true Lanthian warrior. As if matching Lalian’s thoughts, she moaned, uttering into the woman’s ear. “The God Emperor…ahh…is going to relish this body of yours. He’s going to cum…ahh…deep inside this tight cunny,” she said, gliding her fingers into the tightness within her reach. “You’re going to…ahh…look gorgeous when you swell with his child…”
Sanara pushed her hips against her hand as if begging for more. The thought of being bred only made her moan louder as her loins grew wetter. Her body craved the strong child he could grant her, meeting Anthara’s lips to duel with her tongue.
Lalian watched their passion, seeing Tavari merely lying back and continuing to accept his thrusts. Needing much more, she fondled her own large breasts, teasing her nipples to pleasure herself.
Lanthian wings fluttered wildly as two warriors made love. Fingers moved frantically, thrusting hard, knowing precisely where to strike to make the other woman scream.
“I…ahh…I’ve felt his seed myself…” Anthara moaned. She grasped her medallion with her freehand, her fingers already soaked in her lover’s juices. “Strong…potent…virile…he gave me my son…”
Lalian whimpered at the memory, pushed to the very brink of his orgasm in an instant. When Anthara reached over to take his hand, he could hardly endure another thrust.
“Our son.” She offered him a loving smile.
He cried out as he was forced over the edge, driving his short cock as deep as it would reach inside Tavari. Her lips parted in surprise as she watched him orgasm, unable to feel his small droplets squirt inside her.
“Yes! Good boy! Cum deep inside her…ahh…my love!” Anthara demanded. She squeezed his hand, wanting him to feel the ecstasy she felt. “Claim her! Make her yours!”
He gave the Lanthian all he could, dripping his sterile seed inside her. Pleasure tingled through his loins as his body fought desperately to impregnate the fertile female beneath him without the necessary components to do so.
Panting, feeling vulnerable in the aftermath of his climax, Lalian gasped as he slid his cock from her green twat. She merely tilted her head and chuckled, seeing him kneel between her legs.
He watched as Anthara lost herself to pleasure, fingers moving furiously as she and Sanara writhed. Both he and Tavari beheld their bliss with jealousy as their cries filled the chamber.
A moment later, as if sensing Lalian’s finish, the door creaked open. There, standing in the doorway stood the naked God Emperor.
As the women froze, Lalian watched his friend march to claim what was rightfully his. Dominax mounted the bed, seizing Sanara as she parted from her female lover.
“Did you enjoy her, my friend?” Dominax asked as he glanced over at Lalian. When the green man nodded, he smirked. “Good. Crush your past. You’ll have any woman you like when we return to finish what we started in the jungle.”
Lalian could only watch as Sanara cried out, seeing The God Emperor’s cock glide into her soaking sex. A warrior crumbled before her conqueror, submitting to his powerful thrusts.
Hardly did Anthara waste a moment. She and Tavari set to work themselves, savoring each other while they watched their ruler’s movements. Hand gliding between thick thighs, Anthara found the vagina her love had enjoyed.
With his lust spent, lingering in the aftermath of his orgasm, Lalian slid from the bed to get dressed.
“Stay,” Anthara said, offering a hand.
Swallowing, he obeyed, holding her hand while she enjoyed the tongue of Tavari. Minute after minute, the creaking sound of the bed echoing with every thrust, The God Emperor pounded into his prey.
When at last Anthara had her final orgasm, left exhausted, their holy ruler claimed Tavari as well. Placing the short Lanthian atop Sanara, he rotated his attention between them, thrusting inside one tight cunny before switching to the other.
Lalian held Anthara tightly, feeling perspiration wetting her green skin as they watched his friend breed. She toyed with her medallion thoughtlessly, watching with great interest as the women cried out in utter pleasure.
Tavari glanced back at Lalian through her esctasy, offering a smug grin. Despite a flare of his resentment, it didn’t seem to sting as deeply as it had before. She could compare them all she liked, for he had still finished inside her.
The God Emperor reached his climax at last, letting his seed gush inside Sanara. He granted the future Queen of Lian all she needed to conceive an heir before pulling out, driving his manhood inside Tavari. With his cock continuing to spit, he ensured both women would wake tomorrow with his children in their bellies.
Clearly aroused by the sight, Anthara merely turned back to kiss Lalian. Her body yearned to feel The God Emperor flood her womb once more, yet her heart was never in question.
Savoring his lips, she clung to his promise. When the Arkos had fallen, they would leave the horrid dunes behind and return to the jungle together.
“I love you, my little Lalian,” she whispered, utterly content.
She would help him fly.
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A bit of a simpler chapter this week. All the pieces of the coming war are falling into place, so consider this part of the “calm before the storm”.
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