Vaid Empire: Conquest
Chapter 19
41st of Fonic, 1 AVE.
Kingdom of Vaidrin, Domani.
“Bring him in,” the order seeped through Dominax‘s insidious grin, seated in his lofty place at the head of the table. The newly completed dining chamber of The Grand Pyramid flowed with slaves and royal servants, each tending to prominent guests partaking in the monthly feast.
The massive chamber was sectioned into three raised levels, each a human‘s height higher than the last and possessing its own table intricately carved of stone. The main doors led directly onto the lowest level, each step-like tier gaining in height as they proceeded to the far wall of the chamber. The sloping floor connecting each level was etched into stairs, creating a single hill-like floor with shallow gutters carrying trickling water along the outer walls of the chamber.
Surrounded by the most prominent of his guests at the top table, Dominax steepled his fingers as he watched the nearest slave girl descend the steps to retrieve their latest guest. The necessity for such gatherings was clear to him, albeit begrudgingly. The God Emperor enjoyed lording upon his throne, listening to the requests of the commoners and issuing decisions that may settle their grievances. Yet to be surrounded by his underlings, the lower rulers of The Empire’s lands? Dominax was only grateful for the enormous chamber’s open and spacious feeling.
His two concubine Empresses sat closely beside him, Irith cradling her heavily pregnant belly while Xenia studied the female slaves dancing erotically atop the table with visible delight. Steps carved into each stone table allowed the women to easily take their place in the center, the majority of the table acting as a stage more so than a surface to eat upon. Lalian‘s food remained untouched, his entire focus centered on the writhing females. Both Cendra and Vixin were intended to flank their father’s lovers, yet Cendra had opted to settle herself directly in Clin‘s lap. The young princess innocently snuggled against the blonde warrior’s chest, who clumsily held her as if not quite certain how to handle the affectionate child.
The departed slave soon returned, leading along a pair of dark-haired humans. The visibly older of the pair, a squat and somewhat stocky man with a tanned complexion, was immediately recognizable as High-Chief Galis of Elmia. The independent ruler of a lonely settlement to the East, the man had requested to speak before The God Emperor. Yet, it was the second of the pair that caught Dominax’s silver eyes. The young woman was nearly the same height as her male companion, dressed in a thin skirt that ended halfway down her shapely thighs. Her moderate breasts were held by a typical wrapped top, leaving the remainder of her torso exposed. Her black hair was cut neatly to just above chin length, while her body seemed to draw gazes towards her wide hips and round rump.
Galis kneeled, bowing his head as he yanked the girl’s wrists to follow his example.
“Rise, High-Chief Galis, and join us as our honored guests,” Dominax commanded, gesturing towards an empty chair. “I apologize, as we hadn’t expected you to bring company,” he continued, waving dismissively at High Lord Voris of the Tarin District. The old man snorted in annoyance though arose to grant the woman his seat before shuffling off.
“Apologies, God Emperor Dominax. I am pleased to present my daughter, Elmia,” Galis replied as he took his place at the table, gesturing to his companion. He spoke with a faint accent, harsh and seemingly unrefined. The girl bowed her head respectfully, eyeing Dominax with curiosity.
Salduin chuckled lightheartedly, seated beside Clin. “Elmia? Named for your settlement, or the settlement for her?”
“The former. We are an ancient people, my lord,” Galis remarked firmly.
“So I’ve heard,” Dominax replied dryly. “You are free to indulge in our food, the sight of our women, yet let us address the purpose of your requested meeting without delay. Are you here to pledge yourself to The Empire, Galis? The last human High-Chiefdom, finally prepared to fall beneath The Throne of Vaid?”
Elmia glanced nervously towards her father, yet the man’s expression remained firm. “You give voice to what my people have pondered since the moment rumors of your Godhood caressed our borders. Yet, I come with something…more. An offer.”
Hesin eyed the man suspiciously through the legs of the dancing slaves, his one-eyed mask laying on the table as he ate. He had placed himself directly across from Clin, attempting to be as far away from the man as he could manage “Of what sort? You must surely know that it is an honor to dine in the presence of The God Emperor, yet you risk a test of our patience?”
The dark-haired High-Chief bowed his head once more. “Of course, and thus I would not have requested such an honor if I did not bring something of true value. Indeed, we are prepared to pledge ourselves to The Vaid Empire your holiness, as many of our people have already converted to your worship. Yet, we stand on an opportunity with such a joining, a chance to elevate Elmia to greatness in a way that shall only benefit The Empire further. You know of our struggles in the East. The Human Basin’s rainforests constrict us on all sides more so than any other region! We’ve hardly expanded beyond our ancient borders, as only the lands we’ve fought to secure over generations provide protection against the forest’s wildlife.”
“I’ve read of your wildlife,” Lalian interjected with a shiver, momentarily taking his Lanthian eyes off a dancing slave spreading her bare legs for him. “Such hideous monstrosities…I am only grateful that the mighty river separates us from the worst of these lands.”
Xenia teasingly smirked at the green man before turning her attention towards Galis. “Then what could a High-Chiefdom surrounded by such difficulties possibly provide The Empire?”
“Ah, knowledge, Empress Xenia,” he replied with an ambitious grin. “We have struggled to gain more than a foothold in the East for centuries. Little progress has been made, but you? An Empire with legions ready to serve? You’d make short work of our wild tormentors. Thus, I offer you this. Provide us resources, manpower, warriors, and we shall use our knowledge of the landscape and wildlife to clear away the danger such creatures provide. We shall found colonies under the rule of The Empire and initiate the formation of an entirely new Kingdom in lands that are otherwise unconquerable.”
Xenia watched Dominax lean back in his seat, considering the proposition. She felt Vixin’s small hands nudge her thigh, and she turned to pick the child up from her chair. Xenia pulled her top to expose her breast, allowing the six-year-old princess to begin gently suckling at her perky nipple. She caught the sneaky gaze of Lalian as he attempted to quickly look away, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and utter hatred.
“An interesting offer Galis, one that is mutually beneficial to be sure,” Dominax said as he casually rested his hand onto Irith’s belly, caressing it gently. The Empress placed her hand onto his, both of them feeling the developing child inside. “I have given some thought as to how the East should be pacified. Truthfully I cannot spare the resources to forcibly gain a foothold while The Northern Kingdoms turn their eyes upon us, yet local knowledge may make it possible.”
“Such would be a slow process to be sure, yet one that is more than worthwhile, your holiness,” Galis replied with enthusiasm. “The Empire’s lands would nearly double in size, as well as alleviate generations of strife amongst my people.”
“And benefit you personally, correct?” Hesin questioned with a skeptical glare. “What would a man such as yourself request for this…generous offer of cooperation?”
Galis and Elmia shared a glance of worry. “That…is true, Lord Hesin. We do have requests of our own. To be blunt…in return for pledging ourselves to The Vaid Empire and providing our knowledge it is my desire that I be granted the title of King over the new Kingdom that shall arise from our unification.”
Dominax chuckled, though he did not dismiss the prospect outright. Galis wasn’t Foin, wasn’t a man sticking out his hand to accept a position he hadn’t earned. He’d provide knowledge, guidance, a true contribution to the founding of the realm he requested. Yet…the fact remained; such a thing would still be impossible without the fruits of Dominax’s actions. The inheritor of The God Emperor’s efforts must be of his blood. “Ah, there is a price for such a request, Galis.”
The dark-haired man nodded knowingly, a look of solace in his eyes as he lowered his voice to a conspiratorial tone. He chose his next words very…carefully. “Yes, your holiness, I am just as aware of the unspoken truth of King Foin as the rest of you at this table. The whispers of what was done to the man…of the reality of his heir, there must be no human ruler who hasn’t at least overheard such rumors.”
A malicious smile played across Dominax’s face, his silver eyes slightly glowing. “Interesting, then you know of what I require.”
“I…do, your holiness,” Galis replied, taking a final glance at his daughter before continuing. “That is why I have brought an…offering of sorts, an alternative. The fate of King Foin’s bloodline is one that no man should accept…one I’ll avoid at all costs. Thus, I offer the company of Elmia here, in the hopes that she shall provide me a worthy heir, if you take my meaning…”
Dominax’s grin only widened with amusement, receiving an accepting bow of the head from Elmia. Such a bold man, aiming to avoid his cuckolding by providing the womb of his own daughter. Such behavior was not unfounded, however, for the greatest compliment a human male could receive is the stated desire of another to sleep with his daughter. Such a statement directly praised a man’s seed, for it proved that he had sired an individual worthy of breeding. Yet, to have a father directly offer his daughter’s body was…rarer.
“It is my intention to make said grandchild the heir to my potential throne, father known or otherwise…” Galis continued, leaving the offer that all at the table understood unsaid.
“An intriguing alternative…” Dominax said, studying Elmia’s womanly features. His bloodline would continue on Galis’s throne, just as it would on Foin’s. Known by many, yet unacknowledged as a potential threat to Dominax’s true heirs. He felt Irith’s hand tighten nearly imperceptibly on his own, yet she made no objection. They were not in The Northern Kingdoms, were not bondmates, and thus his loins would act as he saw fit. “I am tempted to accept, as the East shall eternally lay in my ambitions. It must be stabilized and developed eventually, with or without your guidance.”
Galis’s expression eased somewhat in relief. “Then what better time to act?”
Dominax nodded. “I shall indeed consider your offer, High-Chief Galis. In the meantime, stay. Enjoy the pleasures of Domani. I believe Elmia shall find herself preoccupied one of these nights…”
A sly grin crept onto Elmia’s lips, folding her hands in her lap. “One can hope. If I am to find myself with child while under your hospitality…then my father and I shall know that we truly carry your divine favor.”
45th of Fonic, 1 AVE.
Kingdom of Vaidrin, Domani.
A knock on the door came into the later parts of the evening, just as the majority of Domani’s population prepared to settle down for the night amongst their families and lovers.
Dominax’s fingers slipped from Irith’s grasp as she watched him stand from the royal bed, the comforts of which she hadn’t yet grown accustomed to in any real way. Several months of luxury could not stand against a lifetime of encampment tents, even when considering her spoiled time as Dominax’s prisoner. Still, she wished that Enil could see her now, to rest peacefully knowing that she was secure in the life they had never truly considered to be within their reach.
Draping himself in an exquisite robe of white chimira-silk, Dominax opened the door to be greeted by the presence of Xenia as the guards outside the door remained kneeling to greet her. “Ah, we had wondered when you’d return for the night.”
“Apologies, though certain business required my attention,” she replied as she clasped her hands behind her back, granting him the smirk that he had been on the receiving end of for six years now. “I believe it shall interest you as well, for it concerns our little guest…”
“Oh? Then perhaps I shall pay the bearer of a future King a visit,” he replied, utterly intrigued by the sensual glimmer in Xenia’s eyes. Elmia had been granted ample time to settle into her temporary Domanian life, and thus it was time for her to fulfill her purpose.
“My thoughts exactly,” Xenia replied before leaning to peer past him into the room. “You may come if you’d like, little Northern Flower…”
Oh, how the healer’s words could put Irith on edge…always sensing as if every movement and action was somehow studied by the dark-haired concubine. Irith merely shook her head, placing her hand tenderly onto her belly as she cradled the fragile life inside. “I shall not interrupt. Go, do what you must.”
“Very well, we shall return shortly,” Dominax said before he offered his hand to his lover. Xenia accepted the gesture, wrapping his arm in hers as she led him away from the door.
“Such a prude…” Xenia chuckled with only the slightest hint of venom in her voice as they slowly followed along the winding corridors. It was impossible to discern where the old passageways of The Royal Stronghold ended and the new halls of The Grand Pyramid began. The smaller structure had been entirely consumed, buried within the gargantuan walls of the unfinished Pyramid and incorporated as a small collection of miscellaneous chambers waiting to be repurposed. Only the royal sleeping quarters and throne room retained their original purpose as the completed lower sections of the Pyramid were gradually put into use, a temporary measure until their larger counterparts were fully built.
“You know that’s not true,” he replied as they navigated the maze-like halls. Each servant and guard they passed along the wide corridors bowed in holy respect, often lowering themselves fully to the stone floor while muttering semi-audible prayers. The ornately carved white walls of the passageways flickered warmly with torchlight, as if it were an endless cozy tomb for a dead God.
Deeper and deeper they traveled, descending various main stairways until they were certainly below ground. What could be seen from the surface was merely the beginning, for a network of uncountable chambers and tunnels continued below the surface. Just as opulent and finely constructed as the rest of the structure, it was entirely possible to become lost amongst the organized yet vast complex of underground rooms and passageways. Slave quarters, baths, storage chambers, all could be found beneath The Capital.
They traversed the final hall, greeted by a wooden door that Xenia quickly unlocked. As he entered the room, his silver eyes were instantly drawn to its center, as the nude form of Elmia hung from the ceiling by her bound wrists. Similarly, chains restrained her ankles to the cool floor, stretching her curvy body. Both Pria and Pilsi attended to their prisoner, each holding colorful feathers that they appeared to take great pleasure in running meticulously over the helpless girl’s delicate skin. Elmia moaned into the gag wrapped around her mouth, her body straining and squirming with each movement of the cruel feathers.
“Welcome, my God Emperor. Mistress Xenia has prepared quite the mate for you tonight…” Pria purred, her feather gliding over the sensitive abs of The High-Chief’s daughter. Torchlight flickered over the white walls, illuminating a variety of instruments and chains intended for crude purposes.
“Is that so?” he questioned, feeling a rising tension as he watched the girl struggle in her bindings. The future of an entire kingdom lay upon Elmia’s womb, a union that must NOT be risked. “You overstep, my Empress. What do you believe shall happen when she leaves this chamber and informs Galis?”
Xenia slipped her arm from his embrace, sensually striding over to her victim. Encircling her as if taunting her prey, her fingernails lightly traced over Elmia’s midriff, causing the girl to nearly shake as her chains rattled. “Oh, worry not my lord, this one here is quite the freak. The day your bargain was struck she approached me and asked…no, begged for this…a girl truly after my own heart. She shall fulfill her father’s end of the deal, on her terms…”
An insidious grin poked at Dominax’s lips as he folded his arms. “She requested this? A temporary dungeon?”
“Oh yes, master,” Pilsi replied as her feather ran lightly up and down Elmia’s side. The twin slave appeared to be in the final stages of pregnancy, the latest of many. “We’ve spent the last hour preparing her for you.”
Elmia’s muffled moans echoed quietly through the small chamber, nodding to him as the tip of Pria’s feather attacked her underarm.
“Very well, it appears that we’ve had quite the curiosity fall into our grasp,” he said, gesturing from Pilsi to his robe. The pregnant slave hurried over to him, her nimble fingers caressing his chest as she slowly pulled away the fine fabric. The robe cascaded to the floor, leaving him bare before his females. “I shall waste no time in sampling this gorgeous oddity.”
With a signal from Xenia the twins set about unchaining their victim, allowing Elmia to stand on shaking legs as her hands were released. Their mistress waved them off with a dismissive hand, pulling away Elmia’s gag. “You two may go, as we shall delve into this delectable feast on our own,” she commanded, just before harshly grabbing Elmia’s short black hair and pulling her into a hard kiss.
Both twins bowed obediently, making their way towards the door. Dominax approached his lovers for the night, placing his hands on their womanly hips.
Their lips separating with a lingering tenderness, Elmia turned to gaze upon the source of the numerous rumors that had crept their way into her lands. She made no move to cover herself, but instead seemed to openly display her voluptuous form with glee. “Your holiness…I’ve eagerly awaited this moment…”
His hands gently caressed her skin, exploring her curves as he assessed his mate. “Galis’s seed has done well, for you are truly worthy of bearing a king. Tell me, does your father know of your…interests?” he asked, nodding to the hanging chains.
Steadily, Elmia gained control over her quivering legs, her face flushed with arousal after the lengthy torment. “Oh yes, he’s aware. He disapproves, of course…yet he’s made no move to discourage such activities…”
Xenia grasped their hands, slowly leading them over towards a wooden table. “Come then, let us attempt to coax moans that shall reach poor old Galis!”
Elmia eagerly obeyed, taking a seat upon the table and resting her womanly rump on the smooth wooden surface. Several leather straps had been fastened directly to the wood, yet before laying down to accept her place she rested her hand lovingly upon Dominax’s scarred chest. “Hold a moment…I must know something. Holy God Emperor Dominax…tell me, are the rumors…true?”
In response he slowly lifted his hand between them, allowing her to watch in amazement as electricity danced within flame upon his palm. “Every. Word.”
Elmia’s eyes burned with a mixture of awe and passion, pressing her lips deeply against his before finally laying on her back. “My god…I could never doubt your worship…”
“That god is about to put a baby in your belly, little whore…” Xenia teased, already working to secure the straps after pulling Elmia’s arms high above her head, binding her to the table. The young woman’s legs were then parted, restraining her knees as far apart as possible. Xenia ran her finger over the girl’s vulnerable vagina, returning her now soaking wet finger to her lips as she sensually licked away the juices. “My lord, she is UTTERLY ready…”
Taking the initiative, Dominax lined himself up with the waist high table, her womanhood in the perfect position to be used. He lightly slapped her waiting labia with his shaft, beginning to slide it over her folds with a slight rocking of his hips.
Elmia moaned, feeling the cock that would sire her child sliding against her sex. “Oooohhh your holiness…please, I can wait no longer!”
“As you wish,” he replied with a sneer, pulling back before driving his tip to part her lower lips. A groan escaped her bound form as he slowly pushed into her, sinking into her depths.
Xenia fondled her firm breast as she watched her mate penetrate the girl’s eager womanhood, feeling an ache deep within her womb. Her loins tingled, demanding attention.
Elmia was far from the tightest lover he had encountered, a result of a past of promiscuity. Yet her soaking tunnel caressed his manhood lovingly, desperate to satiate the lust that the cruel twins had built inside her. She felt Xenia caress her restrained arm, felt the intensity of a woman watching her lover breed another female.
Leaving her place at the side of the table only briefly Xenia retrieved two of the feathers, returning to stand over her victim with a smirk. Slowly, as Dominax rocked his hips in and out of the girl’s vagina, Xenia ran her fine tipped instruments over Elmia’s torso.
The feather danced over her ribs, inciting the helpless girl to giggle as she clenched her abs. Dominax felt her tighten slightly at the added stimulation, sliding in and out as he used her spread thighs for leverage.
Up and down the feather swept, electrifying every nerve it passed over as it traveled down to her navel, then back up to the underside of her shapely breasts. Elmia swooned under the light assault, her body pierced on The God Emperor’s cock.
“H…harder…your holiness…” she moaned, her fingers curling above her head. He eagerly obliged, his hips slamming into her with each thrust.
“My, what a little slut we have in our possession!” Xenia chuckled, her feather arcing upwards to slowly encircle Elmia’s left nipple.
“I ooooohhhh….am yours, my lord….” She moaned in response, utterly open and exposed to their desires. The leather straps held firm against her skin, pinning her to the table with no hope of escape. She bit her lip, leaning her head back to bask in her bound predicament.
Like a blade cutting down a foe, the feather ran across the side of Elmia’s sensitive bud, its thin edge running over the pink surface. Xenia watched her victim squirm, delighted by the view.
With each thrust of his hips the table lightly squeaked, the tingling sensation of raw sex trickling throughout his large cock. She could not resist, nor did she desire to in the slightest. The entirety of her existence narrowed down to a single, beautiful moment of complete submission to her God Emperor. Her body craved his length, begging to be his.
“Your thighs are quivering Elmia…” Xenia breathed as her feather increased its pace at brushing the girl’s nipple, her voice flowing with arousal. “Such a sensitive little thing, aren’t you?”
Elmia moaned, shifting in her bindings as her womanhood was ravished by Dominax. “P…please…don’t…aaahhh…stop!”
“Never, for a king…aaahhh…shall be sired this night…” Dominax replied, their loins slamming together.
A wave of lust overcame Xenia, finally deciding that she had solely indulged her sight long enough. She unhooked the belt of her loincloth, allowing it to flutter to the ground before gracefully mounting the table. Positioning herself to face Dominax she straddled Elmia’s face, hovering her bare sex above her lips. “Please your mistress, slut…”
Elmia beamed with eagerness as she licked the outer folds of Xenia’s labia, tasting her ample wetness. In response, Xenia lowered herself further, pressing her lower lips against the girl’s lips.
Dominax watched with interest as Elmia’s tongue plunged into her slit, greedily lapping at her tormenter’s juices. Xenia fondled her own breast with her free hand, her breath heavy as her hips subtly rocked against the young woman’s mouth.
With the strength of a God, he continued to slam into her needy vagina, thrusting wildly. Xenia reached down, griping Elmia’s throat while resuming her cruel strokes of the feather. Her hand lightly squeezed, beginning to choke the poor girl.
Elmia squirmed under her attackers, unable to breathe as Dominax’s tip crashed into her deepest depths with each movement. Her body seized, ecstasy washing through her as she succumbed to orgasm.
Xenia laughed through her moans, holding the girl’s neck firmly before finally easing her grip. “This is…ahhh…quite a first, cum for me…aahhh…little slut!”
Able to breathe once more she inhaled the sweet feminine scent of Xenia’s loins, deepening her climax as she quivered helplessly. The feather targeted her underarm with sadistic precision, causing her to strain her bindings in a vain attempt to lower her arms.
Xenia felt her victim struggle beneath her, Elmia’s cries muffled by her womanhood. Again she increased her grip, repeatedly stifling her breath before easing after several grueling moments.
“Careful…aaahhh…Xenia, her father will…aaahhh…notice bruises…” The soft skin of Elmia’s thighs slightly reddened under Dominax’s grip, his lust insatiable after such a sight. Her womb called to him, intoxicatingly close.
“Oh? Could such a man…ooohhh…truly make a protest to a god?” she moaned, her feather licking up and down Elmia’s underarm. “Perhaps he’d even thank you…aahhhh…for exposing what an utter slut his precious daughter is!”
Elmia shuttered in pleasure, once again feeling the constricting grip around her delicate neck. Such words plunged her deeper into bliss, her body aching in meek obedience. If Galis could see her now…could see her conquered in such a way…
Juices flowed around Dominax’s shaft as Elmia was once more overtaken by climax, the leather straps unyielding to her struggles. He was close, so very close…
Xenia leaned forwards, granting Dominax a deep kiss before gazing into his eyes. “She is yours…my master, my God Emperor…claim her. Fill her womb with your child…as is your right!”
Dominax reached out and cupped Xenia’s chin, holding her firmly. “I shall, have no doubt…ahhh…of that…”
Pursing her gorgeous lips Xenia eased herself from his grasp, her hips grinding firmly against the young woman’s tongue, a tongue that desperately explored the vagina that had already bore The God Emperor a daughter. There was no hope that Elmia’s bastard would ever be a threat to Vixin, for Vixin was the TRUE heir to House Vaid. Yes, little Cendra had technically been born first, yet without her overstepping mother there remained no shield to block Xenia’s intricate influence. She bit her lip, her shapely thighs quenching around Elmia’s head as she climaxed at the thought. Her abundant juices squirted furiously, soaking the girl’s face.
Yes, she’d ensure that Vixin rose above the rest, a true Empress in the making. Not Cendra, nor whatever vile spawn emerged from Irith’s spoiled loins. “Tread lightly Irith, for you may find yourself on the end of a blade of your own making…” she thought to herself, riding out the remnants of her pleasure.
Faster, harder, Dominax could not tame his powerful thrusts. The edge of his limits was steadily approaching, each moment pushing him closer. He could not be stopped, for nothing in the world could prevent his seed from flooding his mate’s womanhood.
The instant of ecstasy struck, engulfing his cock in screaming sensitivity as the orgasm that would decide the destiny of a Kingdom flowed through him. Thick ropes of cum erupted from his tip as he continued to thrust, pushing himself through the agonizing sensitivity before finally ramming his shaft fully inside for a final time. His testicles pulsed, pumping streaming jets of divine seed into his lover’s fertile body.
Bound, breathless, and drenched in feminine fluids, Elmia groaned deeply into Xenia’s lower lips as she achieved her third climax. Her body cried out in joy, receiving the sperm that would create a future King.
The course of history had been settled, for the fate of the East lay entirely in their interlocked loins.
Only now could the birth of The Empire’s third Kingdom truly begin.
17th of Fixuin, 1 AVE.
Kingdom of Vaidrin, Domani.
The streets of the capital swarmed with humans as they went about their day. Herbalists hauling their crops to the market atop colorfully scaled Lixidions, metalworkers making their way to their forges, merchants bartering their wares for other valuable, slaves scurrying about to fulfill their masters’ tasks, even several Sages either preforming public matings or loudly preaching the dictates of The God Emperor’s blossoming religion.
In all the commotion it was not difficult to overlook the four robed figures maneuvering through the crowd. Even still, their odd appearance managed to draw the attention of several passers-by, for all possessed the telltale curved horns and dark gray skin of the Arkos species. Other Arkos individuals resided within the city here or there, and thus no one made a move to question nor expel the four concealed women.
“Magnificent…” one of the Arkos women stated in a hushed tone, gazing up at The Grand Pyramid as it had already begun to tower over Domani. The clattering of construction continued to ring out across the city, as thousands of servants slaved away under the sun.
“The beacon of a tyrant,” another countered in their native language, holding her poisoned gauntlet close to her body beneath her robe as a nude slave nearby bumped into her. “A challenge we shall meet.”
“Then come, we are nearly there,” a third replied, leading them down a branching alleyway. They would observe their target, memorize his schedule and habits. Only then, when the optimal opportunity presented itself, Holy Kromak‘s will would finally be done.
“Rest easy upon your throne, tyrant, for your followers shall soon be in need of a new god.”
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