Vaid Empire: Conquest
Chapter 33
6th of Twic, 10 AVE.
Kingdom of Kinia, South of Argin.
The sound of sand against the wooden hull crunched around the command ship as its momentum hurled the bow onto the beach. The noise was copied as another made landfall, then another, until nearly the entirety of the shoreline was broken by docking ships.
A small ramp built of several planks was heaved over the side of the command ship, allowing Dominax to stride from his vessel and plant his feet into the reddish sand. Finally, after a lifetime of tales regarding the prestigious and ancient Northern Human Kingdoms, and a journey of over two thousand and a half miles, The God Emperor stepped inside their borders.
“Funny, I see nothing special,” he said with a scowl as his advisors followed closely behind.
Salduin sniffed the humid air, stretching his back as his heavy boots made contact with the ground. Clin‘s white cloak wrapped around him in the mild wind as he reached up, helping guide both Cendra and Vixin down the ramp.
“Their cities had better live up to their legend, seeing as they looked down upon our settlements for as long as they did,” Hesin replied, keeping his distance from the blonde warrior.
At their ruler’s command, each ship began to unload their passengers, as a dozen soldiers quickly became a hundred, then a thousand, then tens of thousands. They worked to heave their supplies from their cargo holds, carrying food, clothing, and seemingly endless weapons.
Dominax’s commands boomed over the bustling beach as he managed the disembarking army, slowly but steadily transforming the shoreline and surrounding fields into a city of tents and warriors.
They had landed just south of Argin, having sailed straight past the capital of Privin. Dominax grinned as he thought of how surprised their enemy must have been as his fleet bypassed them entirely, as the river was more than wide enough to allow their safe passage. Privin would have their day to stand against his invasion of course, though not quite yet.
Many years had passed since their last battle, and Dominax wouldn’t be foolish enough to break his men against Privin’s impenetrable city walls. Nor would he merely wait outside in a prolonged siege, hoping that the capital’s citizens would starve before reinforcements from the north could swoop down to crush him. No, rather he would smash the city of Argin, cutting across the very top of Kinia’s border until it was entirely severed from the kingdoms of Harin and Spirexia. If King Olvir wished to request assistance from his royal counterparts, they’d find themselves against a wall of conquered cities.
“Master, your tent is prepared,” Vixin stated as Dominax finalized the defensive positions surrounding the camp. He turned to follow his daughter, striding through hordes of bowing warriors as the pair passed.
The royal tent remained the largest by far, consisting of a meeting chamber and personal quarters just behind. However, as they entered, Vixin turned around to face him before he parted the entrance to his quarters.
“Father…before you go inside, I must tell you that King Foin has sent a gift alongside the men he has sent to aid the invasion,” Vixin said, biting her lip.
Dominax looked at her in amusement. “Then he wishes to apologize for delaying his arrival until after we’ve already begun?”
She nodded her head, clearly blushing. “These ‘gifts’ were presented to me by Foin’s ambassador, and I…don’t believe you’ll be disappointed.”
Intrigued, Dominax slowly pulled back the fabric door of his quarters, laying his silver eyes upon his prizes. Lying atop his bed were two young women, dressed in chimira silk shrouds so thin they were almost entirely see-through.
Upon seeing his entry, the pair of females stood and approached, their wide hips swaying seductively. To the right was a brunette of fairly pale skin, her hair nestled into intricate braids that rolled down her back. To the left was a girl of a tanned shade, clearly having spent far more time under the sun. Her hair fell in black locks that concealed her perky breasts. They both kneeled at his feet, gazing up in submission.
Dominax turned his head and watched as Vixin’s silver eyes traveled over the women’s supple curves. Her cheeks flushed with curiosity, and she turned away in humiliation the moment she noticed he had caught her.
“I’ll…leave you to your gifts, master…” she said, preparing to depart. “I hope you enjoy yourself.”
He made no move to stop her, and smirked as he sensed the arousal emitting from her soul while she left the tent. How could he be surprised, for after all, she truly was the daughter of Xenia.
“His majesty King Foin would like to graciously donate two of his prized slaves to join your harem, your holiness,” the pale girl announced as her companion bowed further. “Thus, we are at your disposal. Entirely.”
“So I’ve heard,” Dominax said, reaching down to caress her feminine face. “How fitting that you’ve arrived, for I am in need of companions during this…difficult time.”
“We’re here to serve, your holiness,” the tanned woman replied, turning slightly to watch as his thumb traveled over the other woman’s lips.
Without hesitation the brunette licked his prodding thumb, grinning with lust.
Pleased, Dominax straightened up and began to undress. “Very well, you may both serve me during this conquest. When we return to Domani, you shall both be formally initiated into the royal harem. Now, however, I grow weary.”
Like obedient pets they got to their feet and followed as he made his way to the bed, shedding the last of his armor. He sat on the edge of the cushion, his eyes studying them as they once again approached.
Their shapely legs moved with alluring confidence, their hands slowly pulling at their shrouds. The transparent fabric gradually fell away, revealing bodies as feminine and beautiful as the most desirable women in Domani.
He placed his hands on their hips, holding them close as they began to seductively sway in an exotic dance. Their flat bellies moved along with their rhythm, coaxing his lust as he knew their wombs had become his property.
The pale woman reached down as she moved against her companion, her soft fingertips making contact with his hardening penis. She breathed at the sensation of her new master’s erection, running a finger down its length.
“You’ll be cumming on it soon, Blin,” the other woman said as she watched, her hips continuing to sway.
“Blin,” Dominax said, tasting the word. “And what is your name?”
“Undra, master…” she replied, pushing aside a strand of black hair that had fallen across her pretty face.
“Well then Undra, which of you two do you predict will fall pregnant first?” Dominax said with a hungry smirk, his fingers gliding over their flat bellies.
The pair flushed with arousal, their cheeks reddening at the thought. Blin’s hand slowly wrapped around his shaft, feeling its girth. “Either of us would be honored, master, although…my womb particularly craves a royal baby…”
“Good girl,” he chuckled, slowly guiding her to turn around. He cupped her round rump, moving it downwards until his shaft slid between her asscheeks as she sat gently in his lap.
Blin let out a breath as she felt his cock against her skin, slowly moving her rear up and down his length while Undra’s hand traveled over her own abs and settled between her legs.
“Utterly perfect…” he said as she continued to caress his shaft, gliding up and down the alluring valley between both cheeks. “You’ll get to feel your master first…though both of you shall fall to my seed by nightfall.”
Excited by his words, Undra’s fingers found their target, running over the sensitive lips of her own labia. She watched, nearly purring as Dominax held Blin’s girly hips firmly while he guided her upwards. Then, easing her back down, he found the tip of his cock pressed against her entrance.
A deep moan escaped the brunette’s lips as she settled once more onto his lap, allowing his thick shaft to slide into her tight vagina.
Holding his prize against him, Dominax shuttered as he felt her womanhood clenching around him. As if losing his virginity again each moment he took a new lover, the sensation of pushing into a young pussy would always be as great as the very first time.
Her back remained pressed against his scarred, battle worn chest, using her legs to move herself up and down his shaft.
While the pair moaned together, they watched as Undra’s free hand caressed her tanned breasts, the other making quick work of her clit. The sight of her fellow slave and master drove her nerves into a frenzy, desperate for the light stimulation that her own hands eagerly offered.
Dominax’s hands slowly glided down Blin’s hips, moving downwards as he sought to grab her thighs. She moaned as he pulled her legs apart, sinking his cock fully into her as her feet left the ground, forcing her to ease fully into his lap.
For a moment they remained entirely locked together, tip hard against cervix, as he pulled her thighs apart as wide as possible. She regained her footing upon the bed, legs fully spread open. The position granted Undra a complete view of their sex, tantalizing the young woman’s arousal further as she resumed her movements.
For only a few short moments Undra held out, content to pleasure herself to the sight before it proved to be too much to simply enjoy gazing upon. A living deity, cock buried deeply inside of a fertile young woman with full intention to breed…she simply couldn’t help herself.
Blin watched the girl slowly lower to her knees, feeling her hot breath as she placed her head between her spread legs. Her delicate fingers fell onto her open thighs, holding onto her for support as she moved in.
Her lips could nearly touch Blin’s aching loins, causing the beautiful brunette to whimper in lust as her tongue slowly made contact. Undra’s head didn’t move an inch, but rather as Blin moved up and down on her master’s cock, her throbbing clit dragged over the girl’s waiting tongue.
Up and down she bounced, split by his erection, and grinding against Undra’s face. She could do nothing but cry out, taking little time before she drenched the young woman with a wave of feminine fluids.
Undra remained firm, her tongue happily tasting her companion’s juices mixing with Dominax’s. Her own hand continued to tease between her kneeling thighs, clenched shut as liquids of her own slowly trickled down her legs.
Dominax’s cock slid in and out, leaving no inch of her womanhood unexplored. He was forced to suddenly shake his head, his mind having unconsciously drifted to the fact that Xenia would have absolutely loved to be in either woman’s place.
Undra worked her tongue well, yet Xenia would have made Blin scream in absolute pleasure by now. Blin herself certainly appeared to be dripping wet, yet Xenia could squirt harder than any female he had encountered. She was…
A traitor. A treasonous deceiver. Dominax shook his head once more, banishing the thoughts from his mind.
A high-pitched squeak escaped Blin as she again climaxed, her fingernails digging into the bed sheets. He waited for her to finish before he began to gently stroke Undra’s silky black hair.
“It appears she’s enjoyed her turn…perhaps it’s time to take you both…” he groaned, holding the brunette tightly in his lap.
Undra pulled away from the woman’s drenched loins, gazing up at her master in anticipation. “Please, your holiness…I’d be honored…”
In response he slowly eased himself out of his current lover’s tight tunnel, his cock aching with a need to plunge itself back into the warm embrace of a young body.
He lifted Blin’s leg to slide out from under her, allowing her to lay on her back with her thighs remaining parted. Undra wasted no time in claiming her place, climbing atop the brunette’s quivering body and holding herself up on all fours.
Dominax watched as her tanned rear began to wiggle, inviting him inside. He happily accepted, holding her hips as he remained standing. She spread her thighs further until her abs pressed against Blin’s, positioning herself at waist level with her new master.
Slowly, he began to slide his cock inside, the slick juices of her arousal allowing him to penetrate her needy pussy without resistance. She groaned, feeling his large girth stretch her as his hands held her asscheeks firmly.
“Oooohhhh…thank The Creator…for such a magnificent cock…” she moaned, feeling as he began to thrust in and out. Her pussy begged for his touch, craving his thickness as his hips rocked.
Blin placed her hands onto the sides of Undra’s moaning face, lightly guiding their lips together for a deep kiss. Both women tasted the scent of one another, becoming true partners in the service to their God.
Gradually Dominax increased his speed, knowing the precise pace and movements to pleasure his lover. Thousands of women had granted him an abundance of experience, and without delay Undra clenched around his shaft as she climaxed hard.
Pale fingers caressed Undra’s black strands as Blin calmed her companion, feeling every twitch and contraction of the woman laying atop her. She heard a feminine groan as Dominax pulled his cock free, only to feel him push into her own vagina.
In and out he made love to his lower lover, raising her pleasure to its peak before switching again to the waiting hole on top. He pushed into Undra, then Blin, then returned to Undra, over and over until a thick haze of sex filled the tent.
“How did Foin…come across such beautiful lovers…” Dominax moaned as his cock slid in and out of Undra’s soaking womanhood.
“We were gifts…” Blin purred as she felt the bed move with each thrust. “Yet he never saw fit to use us…”
The God Emperor grinned sadistically. “He’s a eunuch…at MY command…”
Undra groaned, lost in lust. “Everyone…ahhhh…knows….”
“Yet they all act…as if they don’t, my lor-OOOHHH…” the brunette cried out as she felt him penetrate her.
“Of course…they fear to acknowledge that his child….is mine,” Dominax smirked. “That is what I can do, to…ahhh…crown kings and take their women. That is why he’ll raise my son…while you two bear my children…”
Undra bit her lip, enjoying the afterglow of her latest climax. “Please…master, breed us…”
There was no way to tell just how much time had passed, only that after what felt like an eternity, he sensed his limit growing gradually closer. When he had finally had his fill, he rammed his manhood hard into Undra’s well used lower lips, releasing a roar as he finished.
She moaned deeply as she felt his seed, enjoying its warmth as he once more yanked his shaft free and drove it inside Blin midway through his climax. Lying together the women accepted his cum, both receiving a potent load worthy of impregnating any woman of Magnius.
With his legs shaking from the exertion, Dominax pulled his cock free for the last time, taking an unsteady step back to bask in his hard work. Two perfect vaginas, each filled with fertile seed.
“I’ll have to…keep you two around…” he breathed, wiping the perspiration from his forehead. “You’ve certainly earned your place…for now….”
The pair simply moaned, lost in the knowledge that they had surrendered their wombs to their master.
***
Sunrise brought movement as the warriors of the imperial legion marched north, ready to face the city of Argin. Fresh and rested after their journey they marched slowly for several long hours through the rainforest, maneuvering effortlessly between the trees.
In striking contrast to the humid and hot surroundings of their homeland, the rainforests of Kinia appeared visibly less dense and wet than those of Vaidrin. Even the vegetation appeared odd, familiar yet with just enough differences to feel new. With blue vines and massive red flowers dotted amongst the vibrant green foliage, Dominax led them forwards.
Before long they emerged from the tree line, finally peering at their prize. In the distance the white walls of Argin came into view, a jewel on the edge of the coast. One of the smallest cities in the north, its size managed to double that of the largest of the old southern settlements. Where nearly all chiefdom buildings were made of wood before The Empire, Argin appeared to be made entirely of the same white stone that now made up Domani.
“Then this is where they sit, content to live in luxury for a thousand years while their fellow humans suffer in the south?” Dominax said to Clin at his right, as the blond man clutched his sword tightly in anticipation.
To his left Salduin heaved his hammer from his back. “Their false gods shall fail them thoroughly. A true shame, on such a beautiful day.”
“We’re ready, my lord,” Clin stated as the warriors behind them organized into lines. “There are a lot of good men and women behind those walls, so when we breach them, please try to minimize the-“
“THERE. They’re coming,” Dominax cut him off as his silver eyes fell onto the main gate as men began to march from the safety of their defenses. Slowly they poured into the surrounding area, forming a protective line of nearly one thousand men. Archers readied themselves along the wall, just in range to aid the army.
For a moment The God Emperor remained silent, before abruptly whirling on Clin. “This is the resistance they offer?! Do they intend to insult us?”
“Standard defenses for a tribal raid. They see us as nothing more,” he replied, studying the enemy through squinted eyes. “We should send an ambassador, at least grant them an opportunity to avoid a total slaughter.”
Dominax waved his hand in dismissal. “Seize your positions and ready the flanks, my friends. If all those men must fall to show the north that we are more than mere raiders, so be it.”
Clin moved to reply, though stopped himself as Dominax unsheathed his sword. The otherworldly orb in its hilt shimmered with endless colors, its depths impossibly deep for its size. When he realized that Dominax continued to stare at him expectantly, he snapped his gaze free from the weapon and moved quickly to fulfill his orders as both he and Salduin positioned themselves to command both flanks.
Raising his sword Dominax channeled his power through the blade, sending a burst of lightning screaming into the air. Every member of the legion acted upon the recognized command, rushing forwards to follow their God Emperor into battle.
Charging down the slope directly ahead, Dominax watched the distant men lined before the gate become visibly weary as they watched tens of thousands of white armored warriors pour from the tree line, easily outnumbering them. Yet they held their ground, bracing for the coming attack as archers along the wall began to send volleys of arrows into the imperial ranks.
Following behind the legion Hesin gave his signal, commanding his own archers to stop and loose their arrows down into the city defenders.
Dominax had wished for Irith to be at his side, to taste the victory against Kinia, yet seeing what little resistance they provided now made him glad she had decided to remain in Domani to care for their three young children. Still, had they been met with the royal army of Kinia rather than simple local defenses, he wasn’t entirely certain his inexperienced legion would have survived.
A wave of white cloaks and armor met their target, crashing through the lines of purple banners. The ringing echoes of thousands of swords smashing into one another carried over the surrounding land as the defenders held their own.
Cendra heard the clashing of weapons from her position near the rear, causing her to squeeze her hilt. Her father had allowed herself and Vixin to engage in the battle, yet at a safe distance. She felt her blood boil at the screams of dying warriors, wishing she could push past the surrounding men and women to dive directly into the midst of the fight. Instead, she was forced to simply hoist her shield, blocking occasional arrows that slammed off its surface.
Nestled in the front lines Dominax swung his sword, launching bursts of flame and electricity before blocking an incoming blow. The young man before him heaved his weapon, opening a momentary gap in his defenses. Dominax seized the opportunity with a savage grin, driving his blade through his opponent’s midriff and allowing his sword to claim its first victim.
Both sides hacked against each other as the defenders of Argin slowly fell. Outmatched and outnumbered, the remaining few turned to flee back to the protection of the gates, only for their attackers to quickly cut them down from behind.
“UP! ITS TIME FOR THE TRUE FIGHT!” Salduin cried out, his men pressing against the wall as they blocked incoming arrows and rocks from above. At his command several long ladders were carried above the heads of the legion, passing them along until they were hoisted into place.
Dominax claimed the lead of the nearest ladder, sweeping his blade upwards to send deadly waves of flame that pushed back several archers.
Clin steadied his breath, following his ruler’s example and beginning his own ascent up the wall. He sheathed his sword, using one hand to stabilize himself while the other held his shield, hands shaking. The deafening pings of arrows ricocheting off his white armor encircled him with each rung of the ladder that he passed, bringing him closer and closer to the angry shouts above him.
He watched Dominax reach the top, his blade dancing with visible power as he slaughtered the men around him. Clin moved to join him, bashing his shield into the defending men blocking his path and sending one toppling from the wall as he stepped onto the top.
Unsheathing his sword once more Clin drove it into the nearest enemy, closing his mind to their screams as he blocked the thrust of another. His own men followed closely behind, joining him as they fought to push back the city defenders from their own wall.
Unlike the gates of the old settlements, Argin’s could be raised and lowered, rather than swung open. The gatehouse holding the mechanism sat just above the city’s main entrance, guarded on both sides of the wall.
The foreign words of the enemies’ shouts reminded Dominax of a time when Irith could hardly understand his language. He was killing her people, her past, replacing them with a future worthy of creating.
Salduin’s hammer crashed into a man’s head as he joined them atop the wall, flattening it as he and his men slowly cleaved their way towards the gatehouse. He charged forwards, pushing the final defender guarding his target straight through the wooden door behind. Quickly he finished off the man with a snap of the neck, moving to heave the wheel that slowly pulled the gate upwards. Several men joined him, and together they opened the city to the mercy of the remaining legion.
A roar erupted from the men as they charged through the gate, cutting down whoever remained to resist them. Dominax and Clin continued to fight atop the wall, slaying archers and warriors before eventually, seeing that all had been lost, they began to lower their weapons in defeat.
Dominax made his way down, entering Argin as his men set about securing the city. Its tall buildings were intertwined by seemingly endless winding roads, a civilization center far more complex than he had ever witnessed.
“Briza…if only you could see the north at my side…”
He made his way to the largest structure, a fortification with high towers that carried long purple banners displaying the symbol of Argin’s ruling family. Accompanied by his warriors he pushed open the heavy doors, entering into a small throne room. The brilliant artwork lining the carefully carved and decorated walls, the intricate metalwork spotted throughout the room, it all served to deepen Dominax’s ire.
“The perfect nest for a spoiled lord,” he said as Clin and Hesin entered, while a second group of soldiers emerged from a hallway that led deeper into the castle. They carried several people by both arms, throwing them at The God Emperor’s feet.
“Your holiness…” the commander of the group said, bowing low before gesturing to the group of prisoners. “We believe we’ve found most of Argin’s ruling family.”
“Is that so?” he asked, stepping towards them as one of the prisoners rose clumsily to his feet. An older male, slightly overweight and wearing a long vividly colored robe began to speak quickly in his native tongue.
“His face is on several of the statues in the city center, my lord,” Clin stated as he folded his arms. “Shall I send a command back to camp to retrieve Lalian to translate?”
“There is no need,” Dominax said as he lifted his sword, bringing it down between the prisoner’s neck and left shoulder. The remaining prisoners screamed in horror, causing Clin to rush forwards.
“MY LORD…what have you done?!” the blond man yelled with his hands outstretched in exasperation.
Dominax calmly pulled his blade from the deceased man, using the cloak of the nearest warrior to wipe off the blood. “An example must be made, for the rest of Kinia shall know that we are here to stay.“
“Yet this man did nothing to deserve death!”
Hesin groaned behind his mask. “If you’re shocked by one man’s death, perhaps you should apologize to all the men you cut down today.”
“You know that isn’t nearly the same, Hesin,” Clin said as he stepped back. “There’s a difference between warfare and execution!”
“Oh, I guess we’ll be lucky enough to receive another holier-than-thou speech from innocent little Clin! Go on, tell us just how much better of a person you are than the rest of us,” the masked assassin replied with dripping contempt.
“That’s not…” Clin began to say before turning to Dominax. “He could have been useful, and as of right now I see little benefit in cutting down an unarmed man.”
“He could never have been trusted to accept my rule, yet his death shall prove we are more than simple raiders,” Dominax explained calmly as the guards gagged the screaming prisoners. “I have no doubt that he would have rebelled the moment we moved our aims towards Taroi. A much more malleable newcomer from amongst the population shall be granted the throne, though for now I shall reign over Argin directly.”
“I just…” Clin began, though when a look of support towards Salduin received nothing but a firm expression he eased. “If that is your wish…my lord. Yet what of the remaining prisoners?”
“Enslave them,” Hesin replied smugly. “They hold little worth elsewhere, yet I’m certain the wealthy citizens of Argin would be more than interested to purchase their former rulers.”
Dominax nodded. “Agreed. Tell me Clin, are you capable of such a task? Or shall I commend these men to simply dispose of them here and now?”
Clin held up a hand. “No, your holiness…I…wish to see no further blood spilled today. I shall…do what you request.”
“Good, then we’re done here,” The God Emperor commanded as he turned to leave. “Finish securing the city, then we shall begin preparations to march on Taroi.”
Hesin chuckled at his blond companion before moving to follow, leaving Clin to look down upon his newly entrusted prisoners.
***
Just as the sun dipped below the horizon and plunged the world into a night of all consuming darkness, Clin ushered his followers out of one of the minor city gates. Their hands bound behind their back and their mouths gagged, they struggled to keep up with his frantic pace.
He led them just beyond the tree line before commanding them to stop in a low tone. The heavy sack that he carried upon his back fell hard to the ground as he began to cut their bindings.
The moment they pulled their gags from their mouth they began to whisper in their strange language, causing him to hush them immediately.
“Quiet. I’ve brought you enough supplies to survive for some time, though you need to hurry,” he said as he nudged the sack with his armored foot.
They began to speak once more, their voices holding a questioning tone that stopped the moment Clin held up his hands to quiet them. “Enough. There’s no time, I simply need you to run. Run hard, and when you can no longer run, do so anyway.”
The noble family simply looked to him.
“You have no idea what I’m saying…” Clin sighed, taking a breath. He then pointed into the rainforest. “Just GO. I…The God Emperor is only doing what he believes is best for us all. Do not look too harshly upon him, for he’s done so much for…”
They continued to stare.
Clin sighed once more, before thrusting his finger a final time away from Argin.
The oldest of the group picked up the sack as they slowly began to walk away, yet one of the younger females paused for a brief moment before granting him a quick kiss upon his cheek with visible gratitude. Then an instant later they were gone, disappearing into the trees.
Clin touched his cheek, feeling a deep coldness.
“We’re only doing what’s best for the world…” he said quietly to himself.
“Aren’t we…?”
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