The Vaid Empire

Vaid Empire: Conquest

Chapter 131

36th of Senin, 22 AVE. 

Kingdom of Waith, Near Nenian. 

The destruction of a city awaited upon the horizon, yet The God Emperor lost himself to darkness. Within the lightless confines of his tent, Dominax sat in silence. 

Gone was the round table. Gone were any furnishings to give the fabric chamber a hint of life. Having ventured deeper into the jungle for several days, the camp continued to be packed up and moved each morning. Tonight, Dominax had commanded the slaves to leave everything that usually decorated the entrance chamber of his tent in storage when the camp was set up. Tonight, he required nothing but darkness and silence. 

Seated bare on the floor with his legs crossed, his silver eyes remained closed as he fell into a deep meditation. He sensed the deep bonds that connected him to his many offspring across the continent, linked by their spiritual lines just beneath the fabric of reality. There were FAR too many to possibly count now. 

So too did he sense those he had lost. 

He could feel himself linked to Arinax, and he could feel his son linked to the woman he had loved. He could feel that Irith was dead, like so many others. 

His eyelids clenched harder. It was the same with all his legitimate children. Cendra was linked to Briza’s long dead soul. Vixin to Xenia, a dead traitor. Nafalya, Zela, Arinax, all connected to the woman he had failed. 

The skin of his knuckles turned white as his fists tightened. He felt the fabric of reality shudder around him as if the universe quivered in fear.  

In the darkness of the tent, the mortal flesh of a man sat still. To those who could peer beneath reality, he was a raging sun of boiling light. 

Focusing, trying to escape their memory, he found that he could not. They had returned to the jungle in which he had lost much. If he opened his eyes, he wondered if he’d see Irith’s blood still staining his hands. 

Meditation brought him no peace. The universe seemed to recoil from his agony, yet he held it firmly in his grasp. The fabric of reality shifted. It trembled around him. It uttered a silent cry. 

Cendra The Elder, Briza, Xenia, Irith. He was surrounded by death. 

The glowing silver eyes of a monstrous creature gradually opened. In the darkness, he beheld the faint shifting of the air around him. Unseen electricity tingled upon his skin, ready to erupt. His grief could shatter reality around him. Perhaps he could destroy himself, yet he would not. 

His purpose was far from done. 

Releasing the tension of his fists, he sensed the fabric of reality ease. The electric air returned to normal. The universe seemed to sigh, as did he. 

Rising from the ground, Dominax stood in the darkness. Despite the suffocating humidity of the night just outside, the air around his bare form felt cold for a long moment. 

He could not banish his memories, yet he would not permit them to destroy him. There was but one method to ease his thoughts, an act that had never failed him, albeit one that brought only temporary relief. 

Having anticipated the failure of his meditation, he shouted a single command to the guards just outside. They scurried away swiftly, ready to retrieve the twin pieces of his secondary plan for the night. 

A hint of fatigue settled into his body in the aftermath. He left the darkness behind and pushed through the entrance to the spacious bedchamber of his tent, welcomed by candlelight. The room was not stripped of furniture like the other, for his bed awaited him. 

He endured his lingering thoughts as he settled onto the bed. Naked, he didn’t have to wait long, for the guards announced the arrival of his invited guests mere minutes later. 

“Come in,” he commanded. Knowing who to expect, the first hints of amusement crept onto his otherwise harsh features. 

Obeying, two young women stepped into the temporary lair of their holy ruler to meet their fates. With pale skin and dark hair, they wore only the black loincloths that marked them as Sages. 

“State your names,” his deep voice rumbled through the fabric chamber. In truth, he already knew. 

“Dayla and Nayla,” they replied in perfect unison, bowing low. Their voices were as identical as their bodies. 

He nodded with satisfaction. During each of the previous nights the legion had spent in the jungle thus far, he had simply summoned one of his many pretty slaves, distracting himself from his thoughts with carnal pleasure before returning his attention to his plans for the coming conquest. Tonight was different. The sunrise would bring the arrival of his terrible decision, and he required more to ease his memories. 

The young women before him had caught his eye during the journey through the desert. Though many Sages had remained behind in Arkos-Tul to continue their indoctrination of the population, many more had accompanied the legion’s departure to assist with pacifying the Lanthians. 

Among the Sages who marched among the legion were two pale beauties, sisters, twins. Dominax had made note of them for precisely such a night. 

It wasn’t merely their beauty that had earned his attention. It wasn’t the mere possibility of claiming a pair of sisters at once that stirred his desire. His interest in them went much deeper, for he easily sensed their paternity. 

“What am I to you?” he asked, cutting directly to the matter at hand. When they hesitated with confusion, eagerly searching for what their holy ruler expected, he lifted his chin. “You both appear to be intelligent young women. I’ll ask again. What am I to you?” 

“You are our God Emperor,” the one called Dayla replied. When it was clear her answer wasn’t satisfactory, the faintest hint of a blush accompanied her devious smirk. “You are our true father.” 

He confirmed her statement with another nod, pleased. In nearly every way, the pretty Sages before him were utter strangers, save for the hints of familiarity he saw in their features. He could sense his own blood flowing through their veins. As had occurred on so many occasions, Dominax had encountered two more of his countless bastards. “Indeed, I am.” 

They blushed at the sight of his nude state, nearly naked themselves. They stood obediently before their God Emperor, sneaking a curious glance at each other. 

“Do you know why I’ve summoned you tonight?” He made no effort to conceal himself. Whoever their mother had been, a face among thousands of lovers, he permitted them to gaze upon the cock that had created them both. 

“We believe we can provide an educated guess, your holiness,” the one named Nayla answered. Her own devious smirk was a mirror of her sister’s. 

“Oh?” He savored his own amusement. After all, every second his focus rested upon the pair was a second he didn’t dwell upon his memories. 

The twins giggled among themselves before Dayla dared to answer. “Your great majesty, it is no secret what befalls the women you summon to your tent.” She subtly bit her lip. “So too are your…proclivities hardly concealed.” The Sage proceeded cautiously. “May we assume that our shared blood shall not dissuade you from the purpose you summoned us to perform?” 

“You are correct.” He gestured for them to approach. When they reached the foot of the bed, he beckoned them to join his side. “Come to me. I would see how deeply your loyalties lie.” 

Hardly did they hesitate. Mounting the great bed, they crawled towards the man they had sworn to serve. They had been trained to speak his teachings, to be his loyal wombs. The man they worshiped, the man that had created them, was now within reach. Savoring the opportunity even to touch his skin, the knowledge of their own paternity did nothing to slow their advances. 

“You shall find that they lie quite deeply, your holiness,” they replied in unison. 

His lost children may be strangers, though he hadn’t summoned them into his bed while remaining oblivious to their identities. As Divine Mother of the Sages, Vixin knew those beneath her command well, and she had offered what she knew. 

“I’ve been informed that you two frequently serve the population together,” Dominax revealed as he permitted them to settle against his sides. Feeling their soft, warm skin against his, he rested his hands upon their alluring hips. “I know you both focus on teaching the beauty of incest while speaking publicly.” His grasp glided over their curves before moving down, seizing their rumps. “I also know you’ve pleasured each other openly while speaking of such things on more than one occasion.” 

Dayla giggled to his left, clearly savoring his touch. “Of course, your majesty. A Sage should practice what she preaches, yes?” 

The thought of their sisterly affection caused his manhood to stir. He offered an approving chuckle as his tone fell to a low rumble. “Show me.” 

All too eager to obey, they left his side to kneel before him on the bed, their knees against the soft bedding. The humidity of the jungle made it unthinkable for any of his lovers to venture beneath the sheets, and thus his bed was decorated lightly. 

Their faint caution as they approached each other stemmed only from being beneath the sight of their ruler. Wanting to please him as much as they craved each other, their lips pressed softly together as they granted him a show. 

Dominax watched as their hands caressed each other’s soft curves. The fingers of sisters explored each other’s bodies, gliding over flawless pale skin. 

He saw their gentle kiss develop into something more as their tongues dared to venture into the mouth of the other, mixing familial saliva as twin tasted twin. Dayla’s hand ventured upward, brushing over firm breasts that were identical to her own. 

They uttered soft moans, utter mirrors of each other. Dominax savored the sight of them, focusing to sense the spiritual bonds linking his soul to theirs. The sight of his illegitimate daughters caused his manhood to rise, holding back his thoughts of loss. 

Where his meditation had failed, his temporary distraction served him well, if only for a moment. 

Nayla moaned as her sister forced her onto her back. Parting her legs, she offered a needy buck of her hips before Dayla slipped a finger beneath her twin’s loincloth. Slowly, knowing precisely how to draw the anticipation of an observer, she lifted the black strip of fabric to reveal her sister’s sex. Like a familiar lover, she brushed her fingers gently over her exposed labia as she turned her head to The God Emperor. “Does the sight of your spawn please you, your holiness?” 

He knew she wouldn’t dare to presume to call herself or Nayla his daughters. “Indeed.” As he watched her fingers trace her sister’s petite twat, the thoughts at the back of his mind were pushed further away. “Yet you may call me father.” 

Seated beside her sister with one leg stretched outward, Dayla’s gaze widened in surprise. Eyes dripping with ambition at the great honor he so casually offered, she let her other hand creep down her toned stomach. “As you wish, father.” She gently lifted her own loincloth, granting him the sight of her eager cunny. 

The perfection on display flooded Dominax with satisfaction. Their loins were identical copies, submissively showing themselves to the man who had sired them both with gazes brimming with desire. “Proceed.” 

Nayla’s soft moans became a gasp as two of Dayla’s fingers ventured into her wetness. Her pretty lips parted in pleasure, lifting her hips as she sought to grant her ruler the greatest view of her incestuous bliss as possible. 

“Oh, Nayla,” Dayla said with a loving smile before returning her attention to The God Emperor. “I can assure you that my sister is deliciously tight, father.” Her smirk grew. “As am I.” 

It was clear that the twins were exceedingly familiar with each other’s bodies, beyond the simple fact of their identical features. Nayla’s pleasure was clear as the Sage’s fingers worked inside her sister. Her moans echoed through the tent as her hips eagerly rocked and bucked in the air, whimpering for more. 

Despite the glorious sight, his distraction faltered for a moment. He thought of the terrible orders he had granted his Knights, orders that would be enacted when they reached Nenian in the morning. He knew Briza and Irith would never have approved. 

Shifting his attention once more, he focused on the purpose for which he had summoned the Sage pair, for he had a secondary scheme beyond his own pleasure. “You both know what you must do tonight. You both know I intend to breed you before the sun rises.” 

“Of course…ahh…your holiness…” Nayla replied obediently. 

“We’d like nothing more than to carry your offspring in our bellies, father,” Dayla added with ambition dripping from her tone. 

“When the deed is done, you must tell each of your Sage sisters what occurred. You must let them sense the children inside you and leave no doubt that they were sired by my doing,” he commanded. Hardly would it be the first time the Sages had sensed his children inside the wombs of his own daughters, yet there was more. “I shall command Sages here and across The Empire to begin openly speaking of how you two carry my spawn. We must push the boundary of the population’s acceptance once more, yet the wording must be careful. Let the population piece together the implication on their own,” he explained. 

Everyone knew all current Sages were illegitimate daughters of The God Emperor. He did not require them to outright state that their holy ruler had bred his own offspring, yet all would quickly understand the truth. 

“So too shall other Sages be commanded to proclaim that such words are false, yet their voices shall be smaller,” he continued. “Let a hint of doubt remain, yet soon there shall be no need for it.” 

Caressing herself, Dayla nodded. “Yes, your majesty. The world shall know the beauty of what we’ll enjoy tonight.” 

Satisfied, Dominax continued to watch. His cock stood rigid and ready as Nayla’s thighs began to quiver. Within moments, her hips began to buck as her sister expertly brought her to an orgasm that shook her body. He watched his daughter squirt her juices, soaking the fingers of her twin. 

The sight reminded him of Xenia. Once more, his memories prodded at his awareness. 

Seeking to rid himself of the traitor’s memory, he rose at last. Without a word, he took hold of Dayla and guided her into her sister’s lap. Resting between the legs of her twin on her back, she eagerly spread her own thighs. 

“I’m ready, your holiness. You created me,” Dayla began, her tone dripping with devotion. “I can offer only a tight cunt to show my gratitude, father.” 

It was more than adequate. 

Pressing the throbbing tip of his erection against her petite lower lips, he would restrain his desire no longer. Meeting the dark eyes of his lost daughter, he watched her gaze flutter as he began to drive his manhood inside her. 

Inch by tingling inch, he pushed into his own beautiful offspring. 

The squeezing tightness of his bastard daughter’s cunny coaxed a groan from his lips. Much like all her countless sisters, her loins offered a stimulation no ordinary woman could hope to match. As if created to receive her father’s cock, she endured his thick girth as her sex stretched to accommodate him. 

Beneath them both, Nayla held her sister between her legs. Her hands quivered in the aftermath of her orgasm as she moved to cup Dayla’s breasts. Visibly enjoying the moans of her twin, she brushed her thumbs gently over her sister’s firm nipples. 

The ecstasy in Dayla’s gaze fueled his desire as he began his slow movements. The sensation of deep, raw thrusts inside one of his own daughters was a feeling grander than any other. Never could he possibly grow accustomed to such pleasure, yet he had savored many of his own offspring before. In Dayla’s eyes, however, he witnessed the first time she had ever felt such pleasure. Every incestuous thrust of her biological father’s cock inside her was a sensation she had never experienced until now. 

For the first time, his lost daughter felt the pure, divinely deep sensation of an offspring’s blood calling out for her creator. She felt the yearning of a daughter’s vagina for her father’s cock. Each time he pushed into her, he watched with utter satisfaction as her features twisted into absolute bliss as her natural instincts erupted with delight. 

Nayla continued to bask in the lingering aftermath of her own finish as she toyed with her sister’s flawless breasts. Her fingers lovingly rubbed Dayla’s nipples, feeling the hard buds beneath her touch as her twin squirmed in delight. Her own breasts were exact copies. She knew precisely what was required to make her sister moan, teasing her as if her fingers caressed her own sensitive chest. When she lightly pinched the two petite nipples in her grasp, she felt her sister’s back subtly arch in her lap. 

Dominax studied their identical faces, a pair of identical artworks. They were everything he required tonight, just as planned. 

It was no surprise when his memories continued to prod at him. His pleasure held back such thoughts, yet never did they truly fade. He knew what tomorrow would bring. He knew he’d do what was necessary. 

“My daughter has trained you…ahh…both,” he began, caressing Nayla’s shapely thigh at her sister’s side. He knew Vixin had trained all her Sage sisters to control their wombs with the techniques she had pioneered. “You both…ahh…shall conceive a pair of twins tonight.” 

His words were deep, rumbling through his pleasure. They offered no debate. All too eager to obey, the Sages nodded. When the time came, they would concentrate to will their bodies to produce twins merely for the satisfaction of their father. 

He concentrated on the thought of their bellies swelling with four new bastards, yet still the thought of what he planned to enact tomorrow prodded at him. 

The Lanthians of Waith had been cautious thus far, all too aware of the fall of Lian. Aside from a few minor skirmishes where flying groups had harassed their march with projectiles, his scouts reported that their enemies appeared ready to guard The City of Nenian with a united army, waiting to meet the legion’s advance in the place they held the most advantage. In the morning, it would be time to crush the Lanthians in their way. 

Dominax moved with deep, breeding thrusts inside his pretty daughter, focusing on her pale features twisting with pleasure as he fully intended to impregnate her. He would leave her as a young mother to a pair of twins, just as he’d do to her sister. The thought of their smooth bellies swelling with identical pregnancies held back his thoughts for several minutes, yet still they returned. 

When the Lanthian army before him was shattered at his feet, Nenian would burn by his hand. His Knights would harness their power to tear the city from its lofty perch and send its charred husk crashing down to the jungle floor. 

Resting in her sister’s lap, Dayla turned her head just enough to meet Nayla, for the twins adjusted their positions to permit their lips to meet. Dark eyes closed as they savored each other’s sisterly affection. Long strands of dark hair trickled down their smooth, pale skin as the twin daughters of The God Emperor enjoyed each other’s familiar taste. The sight did not ease his thoughts this time. 

The legion was wounded and diminished, outnumbered even by their own allies. The possibility of maintaining a gradual conquest was unlikely, and thus he would cut into the heart of the kingdom quickly, and then the next, until The Lanthian Empire bowed. 

Hardly did he have the numbers to secure a supply line in their wake. To leave a conquered city at their backs would be foolish without leaving warriors behind to keep the city secured, and he had very few to spare. Instead, he’d swiftly burn every city they encountered as they rushed to secure The Capital, allowing him to pacify all of Waith in the same manner in which Lain remained pacified. 

There could be no mercy. There could be no slowing down without great risks. If the brutal fall of their cities did not make the Lanthians bow, his swift march to stab at the heart of their lands would see them submit. 

Briza would never have approved. Irith would have been horrified. The blood of thousands was already upon his hands, yet the morning would bring the necessary spilling of the blood of innocents. 

His thoughts weighed heavily upon his calculating mind, yet so too did his losses. The twins were gorgeous, as all his bastards were, yet their appearances went beyond pleasing aesthetics. Every inch of their existence held a purpose to him tonight. The fact that they were his offspring reminded him of his first, thinking of Cendra, named after her fallen grandmother. They were Sages, a reminder of Vixin. Their dark strands were the same shade his own had once been, like all his legitimized children, yet the style of their long hair reminded him of Nafalya in particular. 

His thrusts grew forceful, holding Nayla’s thigh firmly while he rocked his powerful hips in and out of Dayla. 

As twins, they reminded Dominax of Irith and Enil. They reminded him of Arinax and Zela. They reminded him of the vile twins Pria and Pilsi, coaxing a thought of his murdered Briza. So too did he permit himself to think of Xenia. 

Everyone he cared for, everyone he had lost, all were lured to the front of his memory by the sight of his current lovers. In them he saw his purpose, his drive. In them he saw the horrid past, and in them he saw the better future he would force the world to submit to at any cost. 

Leaving Dayla’s breasts, Nayla’s fingers ventured downward. They crept over the soft skin of her sister’s belly as she savored the place her twin nieces would soon grow at their father’s command. Continuing, one of her hands explored further, discovering the familiar valley between her sister’s legs. 

Dayla’s lips parted from her twin’s to offer a moan as Nayla’s fingers aided their father. While The God Emperor made his hard, deep thrusts, she focused her attention upon her sister’s clit. Gently brushing the sensitive bud as she had done so often before, she caressed her sister while Dayla was bred. 

“Please get her pregnant, your holiness,” Nayla requested softly. She gently patted her sister’s smooth pubic mound, hearing how utterly wet she was. “We are honored to be your daughters, and we would be honored to carry your children.” 

He felt himself approaching his limit, yet he was far from done. Her request would have to be delayed. 

Pulling free of Dayla’s sex, he roughly forced her to roll to the side before dragging Nayla to meet his cock. His bastard daughter cried out in utter bliss, feeling the juices of her twin lubricating their true father’s cock as he drove his manhood deep inside her. An identical sensation to her sister, he began to slam against her with every hungry thrust. 

He would not stop. He would cut down all who stood in his way until his purpose was done. 

Already missing his large intrusion, Dayla scrambled to regain her state of bliss. Seeing no other option, she offered a devious smile before mounting her sister’s head, trapping her face between her smooth thighs. “Moan, Nayla. Moan and make me cum.” 

Evidently a familiar command, her sister offered no resistance. Lovingly drinking the juices their father had coaxed, Nayla began to lick at her twin’s greedy twat. 

The incestuous display was everything Dominax craved as he watched his bastard daughter ride the other’s pretty face. Continuing to thrust into Nayla, he reached forward to hold Dayla’s hips. He felt the feminine curves of his daughter, a feeling that would make any man melt. 

Still, his thoughts continued. 

He was no butcher. His slaughter was purposeful, a horrid deed to prevent countless others. There was no joy to be had in the death of an entire city, only the necessary duty to act. 

Briza, Irith, Clin, Anthara, all who would advise against such actions were gone. Lalian was a broken man. Many others shall call him a monster, and rightfully so. May he be the monster the world requires. 

With his mind swirling with terrible certainty, he drove himself hard against Nayla’s deepest limit, forcing her to cry out. He felt the body of his bastard daughter quiver, yearning to shatter upon his cock. 

Dayla rocked her hips while The God Emperor explored her alluring curves. She gently humped her sister’s trapped head, savoring her skilled tongue. They were united by blood. Conceived together, raised together, they moaned together, just as their natural instincts demanded. 

When her greedy sex reached the limit she so craved at last, Dayla squeezed her thighs hard around her twin’s head as she began to squirt, threatening to suffocate her. Nalya did not struggle. She reveled in the sweet juices of her sister as her pretty features were utterly drenched. 

Dominax permitted her pleasure to run its course. When at last Dayla broke from her climax, he tore himself free of Nayla’s loins and pulled her twin into his grasp. 

He maneuvered to sit against the headboard. Forcing Dayla to sit in his lap, he gestured for Nalya to join them. His intentions grew clear after a moment as he positioned his daughters, and the twins eagerly shifted to obey his desires. 

Both settling onto his lap, they shifted to face each other. Leaning back and supporting themselves with their arms, they draped their shapely legs over each other and pressed their loins together, trapping their father’s cock between them. 

Dominax caressed their smooth thighs as they began to rock their hips. Grinding up and down, they rubbed their loins against his thick shaft. 

The motion stirred his natural desires to their limits. He felt the wet twats of his gorgeous daughters rubbing against his cock as they worshipped the source of their creation. Already coated in a mixture of their combined juices, his cock was slick as their vaginas slid up and down. 

He could sense their fertile bodies. He could smell their desperate arousal. His loins ached, craving to impregnate his own offspring, aiming to create additional identical copies of their perfection. 

Two beautiful twins, sisters, rubbed against their father’s cock, eager to coax his seed. Two daughters yearned to get pregnant. 

At long last, his body grew tense as he approached his limit. Drinking in the sight of their devotion, his cock began to erupt. 

Gushing over their pale bodies, his seed hurled wildly to claim them. Gritting his teeth in absolute ecstasy, he could only groan as Dayla hurried to accept all she could. She swiftly moved to sink down upon his cock, moaning as she felt his thick bursts shoot inside her tight depths. Though eager to accept every drop herself, she quickly moved aside and allowed her sister to take her place. As Nayla received her fair share of incestuous seed, her thighs trembled in bliss. 

As his orgasm came to an end, he pulled them to his sides. His hands crept down to cup their twats, feeling his excessive sperm oozing from them both. 

His daughters would be mothers together. 

Basking in the calm aftermath, he savored the warmth of their bodies. His seed would claim two more beautiful young women. Two identical wombs would swell with his children. 

“Thank you…father…” Dayla muttered. 

“Our daughters shall serve the Sages well…” Nayla added dutifully. 

“May your holy gaze one day fall upon them as it did upon us,” Dayla continued with a devious grin. “May their bellies swell with The God Emperor’s seed as well.” 

He granted them an approving chuckling, more than amused by the possibility. 

Enjoying the lingering scent of their passion, he closed his glowing eyes and focused on the world around him, opening his awareness. He could sense the distant flickers of life, perhaps Lanthian scouts fluttering through the treetops high above the legion camp. 

His enemy could watch their movements all they liked. It would not prevent their fall. 

The morning would bring a bloody day. The Tyrant, The Monster, The Conqueror would do what must be done, for no other could.

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