Vaid Empire: Conquest
Chapter 36
7th of Silla, 10 AVE.
Kingdom of Kinia, Taroi.
“They’re here!”
The announcement rang in Haril’s ears just before the distant sounds of war drums echoed over Taroi’s walls, and he turned to watch as his fellow men hurried into their proper formations. The God Emperor had come.
Long had they waited, their scouts bringing consistent updates about their attacker’s slow approach. Yet now that the moment had arrived…Haril found it difficult to cease the trembling of his hands as he rushed to gather his armor and spear from the stockpile. The main gates towering above him had never failed against barbarian raids, though this was…something else.
He granted a final nod to his friends as they ascended the wall, young men that he had known throughout the entirety of his training. Each one had shrugged off their coming siege as little more than the lashing out of inferior savages, a mere group of chiefdoms that had gathered together in greed. Their King had said it, their Lord had said it, and the citizens believed it. Did Argin?
As much as he’d like to help defend the gate, duty required him elsewhere. He made his way through the streets, becoming increasingly crowded the closer he jogged to Taroi Castle. The people knew to stay away from the walls during a raid, yet if they shared his doubts, they hid them well. Did the citizens of Argin go about their daily lives before they fell? His grip tightened around his spear.
He reached the main entrance where he found a group of ten soldiers waiting patiently outside. The commanding officer stepped towards him as he joined them, jabbing his finger into Haril’s chest.
“Last one here, means you walk up front with me,” the grey-haired man said, already turning to lead the group inside.
Haril hurried to follow, taking his place just beside the commanding officer. He took a final glance at the sky before they entered, hoping he’d see it again. They walked through the throne room and descended a spiral staircase, emerging into a large chamber decorated heavily with luxuries.
The Lord of Taroi himself waited beside a shelf lined with wooden slabs, accompanied by the entirety of his noble family. A son and two daughters stood at their mother’s side, not much older than Haril himself.
Their commanding officer forced the group to bow to their ruler, before he and two other men began to push the heavy shelf. Wood grinding against the stone floor could not conceal the faint sounds of battle, as the siege had evidently begun.
Their efforts ceased only when the shelf had been moved completely to the right, revealing the entrance to a tunnel in the wall. The commanding officer held his head high as he led them through, while the noble family followed in the back. Other men would lament their placement far in the front and away from the family, yet Haril focused solely on calming his misgivings. After all, he and his group possessed the safest task in the city.
Only men sworn to secrecy were allowed to escort the Lord and his family during a siege, tasked with ensuring their safety out of the city. They’d guard the exit to the hidden tunnel and wait for one of two signals. If the raiders were repelled, the ruler would be brought safely back inside. If the city fell, they’d serve as protection until they reached safety.
They walked through the darkness, illuminated only by their torches. Haril could only hope that the siege ended swiftly. The noble family would be just fine lounging in the cabin at the exit to the tunnel, yet he and his men would be on constant guard duty. What would the people think to know their ruler abandoned them each time a sliver of danger knocked on their walls?
Barbarian raids never lasted more than a few hours at most, though he felt a sickening sensation as they matched deeper and deeper. King Olvir had told them they’d be safe, yet a city had already fallen. Taroi was larger, though would that be enough?
With one hand on his spear and the other carrying his torch, he heard the footsteps of his fellow men echo off the naturally formed walls. Offshoots of the cave had been artificially sealed by brick, leaving a single wide path.
They were safe, protected by secrecy and solid stone. Utterly safe. He told himself these words, attempting to stifle the fear. Taroi could fall behind him, just as…
“Hold,” their officer commanded in a low voice as he came to a stop.
Haril looked to him, though the man remained still. He studied him and realized that he was listening intently to their surroundings. Haril followed his lead, trying to detect anything that had caught the older man’s attention.
He was beginning to wish that he hadn’t been placed at the front when…there it was, the click of a rock skittering across the ground. The sound sent chills down his spine, knowing they were supposed to be the only beings in the tunnel. “A creature, my lord? Perhaps a small inhabi-“
The man cut his whispering off as he placed his hand upon the hilt of his sword.
Haril felt his grip tighten as he tried to raise his torch, though the flickering light illuminated little of the wide tunnel, failing to pierce the darkness before them.
He could hear the quiet echoes of his men breathing, though as Haril peered into the consuming darkness, he felt his blood run cold the moment he made out the ever so faint sound of breathing coming from ahead. They weren’t alone.
“Show yourselves!” the officer’s strong voice boomed, yet it received no reply. Slowly he unsheathed his sword, holding it firmly as he gazed into the darkness.
Haril’s hands began to tremble before the insidious laughter of an unseen stranger crept from ahead, slowly growing louder and louder.
Holding his spear in terror, he watched as a pair of glowing silver eyes began to peer from the darkness, pouring dread through the young man’s veins. He nearly screamed, his voice seized by fear.
Without warning, webs of electricity burst from the darkness, illuminating the fingers that conjured them. Haril had merely an instant to watch as the lightning rushed forwards, filling the tunnel before his entire world erupted into agony.
Screams exploded all around him, granting him a split second of painful existence before a sword raging with brilliant flame slashed downwards, ending his suffering.
Haril would never see the sky again.
***
The day of Taroi’s fall could not have been more temperate, as other cities were no doubt enjoying the sunshine. Yet for Taroi, nothing could be done. The moment The God Emperor and his group cut down the city’s defenders from behind, little could have stopped the gate from being opened. The legions poured inside, forever putting an end to the misconceptions of the citizens. There would be no raid by foreign savages, only the wrath of an angry Empire.
Prisoners watched as their purple banners were burned in the city square, while the majority of the population hid in their houses. With no Lord to dispose of, Dominax claimed his seat upon the vacant throne.
41st of Iahta, 10 AVE.
Kingdom of Kinia, Taroi.
“I have to say, Taroi is a MUCH nicer city than Argin ever was.”
The comment came from Cendra, seated next to Clin in the main dining hall. Though it could never come close to the grandeur and luxury of Domani’s royal gatherings, the single large table had been filled to the brim with Kinia’s native foods.
“Don’t you agree?” Cendra prodded, jolting Clin from his thoughts as she placed her soft hand on his forearm.
“Yes, apologies. I’m glad you’re more comfortable here,” he said in a genuine tone, even as he felt his mind slipping back. They should be celebrating their relatively bloodless victory, or the two months of stability that followed. Instead, he found himself thinking back to the family of nobles he had freed in Argin, wondering if they had survived. He’d never know, of course, yet he could hope…
Cendra glanced to the head of the table, seeing her father locked in a discussion with Elmia. Unsurprisingly, Vixin had placed herself as close as possible to him, sitting like an obedient pet.
“If something is on your mind, you may unburden yourself,” Cendra replied, returning her attention to her left. “You’ll find I’m a good listener.”
Clin felt a tightening in his chest at her kind smile, her face as gorgeous as if it were expertly carved from marble. Her stunning silver eyes peered into his, as if attempting to pierce what lay behind. “It’s nothing, my lady, simply the thoughts of an old warrior.”
She giggled. “Three decades? Almost four? That’s hardly what I’d call old, Clin.”
He allowed his muscles to relax somewhat, unaware that he had grown so tense in his pondering. Constantly wondering if he had done what was best, he allowed a tired breath to escape. “I feel old…”
She gently caressed his arm, looking to him with concern.
From across the table, Dominax pulled the nearest slave closer to him, allowing his hand to rest on her bare rump as he listened to Elmia’s words. Vixin allowed herself a quick glance at where his palm rested, feeling a tingle in her belly.
“Deci won’t be nearly as easy to take as Taroi, your holiness,” Elmia explained, her arms wrapped around her son as he sat in her lap. “Argin didn’t expect a threat, yet the rest of Kinia will now know what to expect. They’ll fight tooth and nail, and Deci holds no secret passageways as far as we’re aware.”
“Of course, you give voice to the very concerns I share,” Dominax replied with a chuckle. “However, they shall fall all the same. I’ve sent a request back to The Capital for additional supplies. Should we be forced to starve them out of their precious city, we’ll be more than prepared to do so.”
King Foin listened closely to the conversation as he greedily indulged in the prepared dinner, while Enalia caressed her now pregnant belly beside him. Vixin only had to concentrate a small amount to sense the unborn child’s bloodline, confirming what she already suspected as she sent a concealed smirk at her father.
“Very well,” Elmia stated with a gentle pat upon her heir’s head. “My father wishes for me to inform you that he has received your reinforcements and will march on Sladi by the end of Onis.”
“Delay him,” Dominax commanded firmly, removing his hand from the slave girl’s rump and allowing her to return to her duties. “Prince Alrin shall protect Sladi so long as King Galis remains a threat. Therefore, Galis must continue to distract him until we’ve begun the siege, as I won’t simply wait for Kinia’s royal army to surprise us from behind should Galis fail.”
“Until when, your holiness?” Foin broke in, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
Dominax did little to hide his disgust. “No sooner than the end of Fonic. I would see my men entirely recuperated and supplied before we march.”
“Galis is a patient man, your majesty. He’ll be ready to serve when the time comes,” Elmia assured him with an alluring smile.
As Dominax nodded, a slave entered the chamber and quietly whispered in his ear before being dismissed. “If you’ve nothing more to say, my guest has arrived.”
Vixin turned her head to peer at the doorway, watching as a brunette with long flowing hair strode over to the table with confident steps. Nearly the entirety of her gorgeous body remained on display, save for a small finely crafted loincloth that concealed only her most intimate area.
Dominax stood from his seat, receiving a bow from the woman before he commanded Vixin to stand. “My flower, before you stands Rosila of The Sages, your new mentor.”
Vixin’s silver eyes widened in surprise, though she respectfully bowed her head before turning her gaze towards him. “Are you relinquishing me as your apprentice, master?”
He ignored the obvious look of worry in her eyes. “No child, your training shall continue unabated. However, there is much you must learn from Rosila if you are ever to serve as the leader of The Sages.”
“Leader?” she asked, surprised once more. How long had he planned this, making no mention of it until now?
“Of course,” Rosila said with a smirk. “I shall teach you the ways of our order in the hopes that you’ll one day provide us the leadership we’ve sorely lacked.”
Cendra leaned in close to Clin’s ear with a scowl. “Daddy’s favorite receives yet more training, as always.”
“You shall memorize each and every one of my laws and practice the manipulative seductions of The Sages,” Dominax explained, placing his hand upon her lithe shoulder. “Yet never forget that your main priority shall always be your training under me, for a Vaid is nothing without power. Do you understand?”
Though hesitant for only a moment, Vixin obediently nodded.
“Good girl, you shall begin your lessons immediately,” he commanded, gesturing towards the door.
Rosila gently took Vixin’s hand in both of hers, peering into her eyes. “My princess, there are many oddities you will be subjected to, yet be assured that if you pay attention, you shall learn quickly.”
Cendra watched her sister depart with the woman, feeling nothing but a burning hatred.
1st of Fonic, 11 AVE.
Kingdom of Kinia, Taroi.
A quiet dripping of water echoed faintly through the corridor as Vixin descended the stairs into Taroi’s dungeon. Alone, she used a flame ignited in her palm to guide her way.
The past few months under Rosila’s mentorship hadn’t been anything like she had expected. While attempting to read through countless laws would have been mind-numbing, Rosila had instead brought Vixin out into the public to demonstrate her work. Vixin had watched, enraptured by the excited crowds of Taroi as her teacher preached the worship of The God Emperor, speaking of order and his endless peace. She had watched carefully as Rosila’s practically nude form moved in subtly alluring ways, coaxing the desires of the crowds and allowing her message to reach them without immediate rejection. A true master, slowly subjugating the population through ideals.
She had always been dismissed before Rosila began to select lucky men and women from the crowd, serving her other duties that would only indoctrinate them further. However, the control she had witnessed Rosila build each day in the masses, the way she held their attention, Vixin wanted nothing more than a taste of such abilities.
Yet tonight was…different. Where she had grown accustomed to her mentor meeting her each morning, she had instead received nothing more than a vague message cylinder containing only four words.
“Dungeon. Nightfall. Come alone.”
When she had questioned her father about the message, he merely granted her a knowing look and ordered her to comply.
Each step she took deeper into the subterranean complex forced a tingling in her belly to faintly increase, a nervousness that she had wished she was above. She was a Princess of House Vaid, daughter of The God Emperor himself, yet she was…afraid?
She crept forwards, grateful that Taroi’s dungeon was practically nothing compared to the endlessly complex mess of mazes laying under Domani. She found the only sealed door, taking a breath before knocking.
A moment later the door unlocked, swinging open to let loose the flickering light of candles as Rosila greeted her.
“Welcome, my lady. It’s time to begin the next phase of your training,” the mentor said, stepping aside and allowing her student to enter.
Though momentarily relieved to see the familiar face in the dark depths, her expression turned to utter shock when her eyes fell upon the nude woman laying atop a table in the center of the chamber.
Locking the door behind herself, Rosila placed her hands on Vixin’s shoulders. “Go on…have a look. You will see much of her today, so get acquainted quickly.”
Vixin took a step closer, her eyes running over the woman’s skin. Her womanly curves sent chills of desire through the princess’s body, seeing the metal cuffs locking her arms above her head and her legs far apart. She saw the woman’s chin length black hair, and with sudden recognition she realized whose naked form she gazed upon. “Princess Elmia?!”
From behind, Rosila nodded with satisfaction. “King Galis’s daughter has generously volunteered her…sweet little body for your lesson. Isn’t that right?”
Elmia made a muffled noise through her gag.
Rosila chuckled. “You should ask your father sometime of how Prince Galis was conceived. It’s quite an…interesting story involving your mother.”
She felt a twinge of guilt at the mention of Xenia. “What exactly is this ‘lesson’ you speak of?”
“It’s simple; you’ll get to watch as I pleasure our friend here, and hopefully learn a few of the intricacies of the female form,” Rosila explained with a devious grin. “Though from what I’ve heard of your mother, this particular lesson may be as unnecessary as teaching you to breathe. You’ll be a natural, I’m sure.”
Vixin concealed tiny bursts of emotion behind the mask of a confident smirk. “Is that so?”
Rosila slowly paced to a pair of hanging metal cuffs at the ends of two chains suspended from the ceiling, motioning for her apprentice to come close. “Oh, though I should mention…you’ll be locked in these during this session. Your father doesn’t wish for you to be physically involved just yet, so you’ll be restricted from…’exploring’ yourself for now.”
Vixin’s pretty lips opened in embarrassed exasperation. “I’m…more than capable of controlling myself…”
Rosila shook her head. “Sorry dear, those are my rules. We wouldn’t want your father to be disappointed, hearing that his sweet daughter disobeyed her mentor. Correct?”
A rebuttal seized in her throat, unable to emerge before she sighed. “I’ll be your master one day, and you had better hope I still like you.”
Rosila chuckled, gently grabbing the girl’s wrists. “Of course. In a few short years, you’ll love me for what I’ll put you through.”
Vixin didn’t resist as her arms were raised above her head, clenching her jaw as she felt the cold metal cuffs lock around her wrists. She granted them a tug, feeling uneasy at her now vulnerable position.
“Wasn’t so hard, was it? Ah, but somethings missing…”
The princess’s eyes went wide as Rosila retrieved something from a shelf beneath the table, revealing a strip of cloth that she quickly gagged her new prisoner with. Vixin struggled in her restraints as the cloth was tied behind her head, concealing her mouth.
“There, a sweet royal all bound and ready to watch like a good girl,” Rosila said before carefully placing her hands on Vixin’s waist. “It’s a shame your father wishes to delay me, for it is quite tempting to see such a beautiful body on display.”
Vixin squirmed in her chains, feeling the woman’s hands on her soft skin. She wore only a skirt and wrapped top, causing her to feel particularly helpless in her situation. Her skin tingled as her fingers slowly left.
“Ah, but I shall control myself. Pay close attention dear, and you may just learn something,” she said, turning her attention back to her intended target.
Elmia looked down, her body filling with anticipation at each step Rosila took to close the short distance. Completely exposed and unable to move, her loins ached for attention.
Allowing her hand to gently caress Elmia’s midriff, Rosila’s fingers traced across her skin. From just above the valley between her legs, up to the base of her perky breasts.
Vixin’s gaze traveled up Elmia’s parted thighs, centering on the woman’s most intimate place. Entirely on display, the supple vagina waiting patiently stirred a tingling sensation in the pit of her belly. She had always appreciated the view of a beautiful woman, or rather obsessed over on some occasions, yet having a bound female before her brought forth emotions that she hadn’t yet experienced.
“Enjoying what you see? Of course you are, I’ve seen it in those pretty silver eyes of yours. You hold the potential to become as much of a slut as our dear friend Elmia here,” Rosila said, dragging her finger across the woman’s nipple.
Vixin glared at her, watching her finger travel downwards.
“You can see how wet she is already, can’t you? Watch her reaction,” Rosila said, sliding her finger over Elmia’s sensitive clit. Vixin studied her face, seeing the mix of shock and sudden pleasure burst across her expression. “She’s been waiting, building up her need. Now, I have to do very little to excite her, for she is already hungry for my touch.”
Elmia moaned as the finger continued to rub her bud, the muscles of her thighs subtly flexing in her bindings.
“You’ll learn to notice such reactions and gauge the optimal way to exploit another’s desires,” her mentor explained, before lifting her finger. Her prisoner attempted to lift her hips, as if trying to reignite the stimulation. “You’ll learn to make them yours, slaves to nothing more than an ounce of pleasure.”
Vixin watched as she reached under the table once more, producing a single feather the color of deep crimson.
“I have no doubt that sweet Elmia is more than familiar with this particular kind of feather, though you’ll want to pay attention as it can be an incredibly powerful tool for a Sage, ” she said, cruelly waving it just above the woman’s bare skin. “I’ll give you a taste, nothing more.”
Vixin watched with curiosity as Rosila approached her, readying the feather. She clenched her bound hands into surprised fists as she felt it drag over the front of her right thigh, sending a tingling sensation far more noticeable than a simple tickle. Worse, the sensation remained for several long seconds after the feather left her skin, hardly starting to fade.
“Oh, you’ll notice that feeling for some time, sweet Vixin. The toxins released by a Tilicota feather serve well as an aphrodisiac,” she explained as she slowly walked away, returning to the table. “When your father grants me permission, you’ll become quite accustomed to it.”
Vixin subconsciously clenched her thighs together at such a thought, continuing to feel a tickling pleasure where the feather had cut across. Unable to move, she allowed a faint moan of submission to ease through her gag.
Rosila chuckled as she dragged the feather up Elmia’s inner thigh, narrowly missing her waiting labia. She then encircled the woman’s belly button, forcing her to squirm.
The edge of the feather sliced across her skin, like a blade carving its target. Up and down it traveled, avoiding her most intimate areas.
“Take your time, and when you finally grant them what they want…” she explained, before quickly flicking the feather across her victim’s clit. Elmia bucked her hips, groaning deeply. “They’ll be yours with only the smallest of effort.”
Vixin watched as Elmia struggled in her restraints, her tormentor cruelly targeting her sensitive bud over and over with long strokes of her crimson weapon. She began to feel a slight dampness between her clenched legs, wondering what Elmia could possibly be feeling.
The feather departed from between her legs, darting upwards to her breasts. Rosila encircled each nipple, taking ample time to enjoy the results of her work before gliding the edge across.
“I’m sure you’ve explored that breedable little body of yours,” Rosila stated as she glanced to Vixin. “Yet there are more ways to pleasure one as submissive as our friend here.”
As if demonstrating, her feather ran down Elmia’s arm, causing her to suddenly clench up.
“Oh, I’m glad you decided to volunteer, yet I’ll make that ticklish body of yours regret it,” Rosila teased Elmia, the feather quickly licking up and down her arm and side. Moving fast it switched sides, then again, and again.
Vixin watched as Elmia began to thrash, unable to escape the frantic movements of the feather. The desperation in her face, utterly helpless as she was sadistically tickled, Vixin couldn’t hold off the strange feeling tingling in her loins. She found herself rubbing her thighs together, suddenly wishing she could free her hands.
“You’re stuck here, Elmia. Entirely at my mercy,” Rosila teased after a few grueling minutes. “What would King Galis say, seeing his precious daughter squirm in pleasure at being tickled?”
Her tormenting words continued for several unending moments, finally proving to be too much. Vixin watched as Elmia’s soaked womanhood began to pulsate with contractions.
“Cumming already?” Rosila teased, finally relenting on her masterful movements. “You see Vixin, when you know your victim thoroughly, your words can be as powerful as your touch.”
Witnessing Elmia’s orgasm only through tickling and verbal humiliation, Vixin released a shaky breath into her gag as she felt something shift deep inside of her mind. There had never been a more erotic and intriguing sight in her life, forcing her thighs to squirm.
She watched as her mentor caressed her victim using only her fingers, calming the woman as Vixin retreated into her thoughts. The valley between her virgin legs burned, as if craving her own touch. Did she want this? To be bound so helplessly? A royal daughter could never act so depraved, yet there was another Princess mere steps away shaking from pleasure.
When Elmia had finally calmed herself, Rosila returned to her apprentice. “This is only the beginning of your training, yet there is something very special I’d like to show you…” she said, lightly caressing Vixin’s exposed flat belly.
Vixin felt a hint of disappointment as the woman’s fingers left her skin, studying Rosila’s seductive movements as she returned the feather under the table. She then removed a tiny box, bringing it closer for her to see.
Unable to even guess what it contained, she squinted her silver eyes in confusion as Rosila opened the box. Inside rested a mere slug, smaller than her thumb. Its smooth, slightly slimy surface was a mix of purple and pink, both colors deeply mixing in unique swirling patterns. Tiny ringed organs dotted the underside of its body, laying nearly flat though clenching and unclenching as if they were suckers on the tentacles of some hidden sea abomination.
Carefully, almost lovingly, Rosila took the creature between two fingers and held it up for the princess to see. “This little thing…is a vibshir.”
Vixin watched as it wriggled in her grasp, feeling a worrying sensation in the pit of her stomach.
“You’ll understand where it gets its name in a moment,” Rosila said, placing it on her thumb. The creature suctioned itself gently onto her skin, holding still as if an obedient pet. “Its species was discovered only five years ago in Parizar, an island to the south of the Amirid Empire. Through trade, a small amount found their way into the Human Basin, and from there into my possession.”
Every second of the explanation only fed Vixin and Elmia’s anticipation, their bond bodies quivering subtly.
“They have a unique talent, which I’m certain you’ll find…interesting,” she continued, lifting a finger and gently placing it on the slug’s surface. Lightly, she stroked its skin once.
Eye widening, Vixin watched as the slug began to visibly vibrate its entire body, held firmly to Rosila’s thumb.
The creature continued until she repeated her stroking action and forced it to stop. “They’ve adapted to latch onto the fruit of palo trees and vibrate the juices from the pores on the fruits’ hard shells. The sensation feels a little odd, though when utilized elsewhere…well, you’re about to see why I gathered the only known collection in The Vaid Empire.”
Elmia watched with a mixture of curiosity and fear as Rosila carried the slug towards her, discarding the box upon the table. Testing her strength against her restraints, she felt an aroused breath release at just how helpless she was.
As if handling a fragile jewel, Rosila pulled the vibshir from her thumb and held it over Elmia’s clit. Slowly, she began to lower it, allowing its numerous suckers to latch onto her throbbing bud.
“When properly conditioned, it is possible to train them to obey your touch. A simple stroke, and they receive a drop of their native juices if they perform. Another stroke to stop, another drop. They’re quick learners,” she explained, not bothering to conceal the obvious pride in her voice.
Elmia clenched her fists lightly. The sensation of the creature’s suckers felt odd, though nearly faint enough to be ignored. Yet, watching as Rosila granted it a light caress of her finger, she squeezed her hands harder. Pleasure erupted from her loins as the vibshir began to vibrate, forcing her body to seize. Though not overly intense, she had never experienced such a sensation, nor on the most sensitive area of her body.
Vixin watched as Elmia fruitlessly attempted to buck her hips, struggling to push down a feeling of jealousy. She flexed her fingers in lust, her hands bound far above her virgin prize.
Rosila studied the vibshir with satisfaction, seeing Elmia squirm in pleasure. “You have my permission to cum, Princess. You both do. Though only one of you will be able to this night.”
A muffled murmur of frustration escaped Vixin’s mouth, her thighs rubbing together. If she could just receive a tiny hint of stimulation…a trickle of pleasure…
Rosila ran her hand over Elmia’s body, coming to a stop atop her breasts. With careful attention she lightly teased the woman’s nipples, forcing additional moans from her victim. The sound of the vibration was so utterly faint…yet its effects were more than enough.
Completely unaccustomed to the sensation, Elmia couldn’t fend off her second orgasm for long. Her womanhood quivered hard, the vibshir already working to absorb a small amount of her juices through its skin.
“Good girl, enjoy your pleasure. Poor needy Vixin here would switch with you in a heartbeat, so you had better savor it,” Rosila teased with a chuckle, exploring Elmia’s body. She turned her head to her second prisoner. “Though don’t worry, you WILL be in her place someday. I won’t be NEARLY as kind, however, even to the daughter of The God Emperor…”
Vixin winced, wondering which fate she’d prefer. Her body burned with desire, unable to do anything but watch.
Minute after minute dragged by, the vibshir never stopping for even a moment. A third orgasm brought a slight quiver to Elmia’s entire body, her clit continuing to be pleasured through the increased sensitivity of her post-climax haze.
“I could watch you struggle for hours…” Rosila said, granting Elmia a kiss on her breast. She then turned her attention to her apprentice. “…and for you I will someday, though we are only beginning. There is a final lesson you must witness.”
Elmia felt her fourth building in her loins, rising until she felt she would burst. Yet just as she slipped into orgasm, Rosila quickly stroked the vibshir. In horror she felt the vibration stop entirely, cutting her pleasure short.
Rosila chuckled as Elmia bucked her hips in frustration, her vagina continuing to quiver. “Ah, it’s always a sad sight to see, a ruined orgasm. Cut their pleasure at just the right time and you can force a climax that isn’t nearly as pleasurable, leaving your victim more aroused and unsatisfied than before. Someday I’ll demonstrate on a male for you, though for now watch her reactions.”
Vixin could hardly focus, her rubbing thighs attempting desperately to pleasure the valley between them. She watched the subtle involuntary muscle flexes of the bound woman, the flushing red of her cheeks.
“You’ll learn to use these almost imperceptible movements to assess your lover’s pleasure, allowing you to respond properly,” Rosila explained, running her hands over her own body. “You’ll learn to reward…or punish your lover. Though for some, the same act can be both.” she said, gesturing to Elmia.
Denied a full orgasm, Elmia’s body tingled with arousal. Utterly loving how her tormentor had controlled her pleasure, the submissive sensation burned deeply throughout her entire body.
With the lesson coming to an end, Rosila mercifully began to unlock Vixin. She lowered her now free hands, her legs shaky with lust as she ripped away the gag. “You’re…going to warn me before you attempt something like that again…”
Rosila shook her head, caressing the young woman’s cheek. “You may be The God Emperor’s daughter, though you’re my plaything for the time being. However…”
Vixin watched as Rosila removed the vibshir from Elmia before gesturing to her to open her hand. Vixin hesitantly obeyed, allowing her mentor to drop the creature into her palm. She felt the slick surface against her soft skin, wondering how much was slime or the woman’s juices.
“Keep this one. A reward for following me dutifully during your training, and I expect the same as we continue. I’ll ensure that you’ll make your father proud,” Rosila explained, retrieving the empty box. “I’ll teach you to care for it properly, though in the meantime remember this moment. All you do is to serve The Empire. You shall please its citizens and punish its enemies. Do you understand?”
Vixin placed the creature into the box, holding it close to her chest as her loins pulsated. “Yes, mistress.”
“Good girl. Now, you are dismissed for the night,” Rosila command. “We’ll return to our usual routine tomorrow, though I’m sure you’d like nothing more in this moment than to run to your quarters and satisfy that itch between your virgin legs. Go, enjoy yourself…”
Though her cheeks reddened with embarrassment, Vixin made no argument. She moved to depart, turning her head to see Rosila retrieve the feather and approach Elmia.
49th of Fonic, 11 AVE.
Kingdom of Kinia, Sladi.
Cries of dying men were never something Alrin could grow accustomed to. As he strode among the remains of battle, he forced the disgust from his hard expression.
Banners of The Kingdom of Cendia lay scattered and torn, soaked in mud outside of Sladi’s walls. Their defeat was nothing short of total, yet Alrin could revel little in his victory with the knowledge of Taroi’s fall.
He grabbed the hand of one of his fallen men, pulling him partway out of the mud before hoisting his body into his arms. “Olvir, if you had allowed me to do my damned duty…this invasion would already be stomped out.”
Alrin heaved the body into one of the karts, ready to dispose of the dead. Bloodied, slathered in mud, he could merely take a breath to calm himself. It had been torturous to remain idle in Sladi as Argin fell, and now another city had been lost. He held no doubt that the friendship of The King and Sladi’s Lord had swayed Olvir’s decision, a fact that made Alrin’s blood silently boil.
“My lord, their King has been found. Alive,” one of the men announced from behind, causing him to turn around to face the young man.
“King Galis lives?”
“Yes, my lord. He’s-“
Alrin cut him off. “Bring him to me. Quickly.”
It took several minutes before the young man returned, accompanied by a group of four soldiers. Two of them dragged an old man by his arms, before tossing him into the mud at Alrin’s feet.
“Rise.”
The command fell on deaf ears, for Galis merely clenched the ground and raised a scowl to meet his captor.
Alrin glanced around, pointing to a nearby man wearing the uniform of a scout while carrying a body. “Translator, you’re required!”
The man quickly dropped the body, rushing to meet him. Alrin repeated the command, allowing the scout to speak the prisoner’s native tongue. Galis merely spit on Alrin’s boot, hurling a flurry of angry words.
“My lord, he said…”
Alrin held up a hand. He then slowly lowered himself, squatting to meet Galis’s gaze directly. “Your men fought well, your majesty. You should be proud.”
The scout translated before Galis replied through clenched teeth. “Finish me and be done with this! I’d expect nothing less from one who sees us as little more than savages! You can hide behind your walls, yet the God Emperor will avenge me.”
Alrin listened to the scout’s explanation before frowning as he wiped the moist dirt from his gloves. “You make assumptions, your majesty. I know my brother is a fool to believe nothing has changed. Yet if you believe Kinia shall fall willingly, you’re making a deadly mistake.”
Galis straightened up into a kneeling position as the translation finished, his old muscles straining beneath his armor. “A man has a right to defend his lands, though if you had an ounce of sense, you’d lay down your weapons. We’re building something greater than mere conquest.”
Alrin’s face hardened further. “So I’ve heard, yet I only find fanatics crashing against my walls. You may believe what you’d like, though even with recent reinforcements you fall before Kinia. Our people do not seek your wisdom.”
“Perhaps not, though they’ll thank us. My kingdom was a mere settlement huddled in the rainforest before God Emperor Dominax set his sights upon us. What will you become?”
A low sigh escaped Alrin’s lips, knowing the fate that would soon befall the man. “With all due respect, we’re doing just fine. We need no further tyrants to upend our way of life.”
Galis broke into a grin as he listened to the translator’s words. “Then you’re content with corrupt Kings and spoiled Lords? It’s a wonder how you were able to look down upon us for so many generations…”
A thought of Olvir slipped into Alrin’s mind, forcing him to conceal his anger. “You offer no better.”
“Ah, but are you certain? A man doesn’t rule as long as I without knowing certain looks in another’s eye, and I see the look of doubt in yours.”
Alrin slowly stood up. “I’ll make no further argument with you, your majesty. As much as I’d like to ransom you, King Olvir has ordered the death of all prisoners. Without exception.”
Galis watched as his captor slid his sword from its dirty sheath, granting him no hint of fear. “I’ve seen enough for one king, what’s another dead old man to the world?” he said before his tone hardened. “You’ll come to understand that I’ve only done what’s required. There can be no further chaos. I’ll laugh from the grave as your incompetent rulers fall!”
Incompetence. Galis could have been used to leverage The Vaid Empire, yet…incompetence. Argin and Taroi could have been saved, yet…incompetence. Alrin’s face hardened. “I shall grant you a clean death, your majesty, out of respect for the bravery of your men. Take a moment.”
Silence passed as Galis stared at his executioner, before he closed his eyes and began to whisper. “My darling Elmia…the mantle falls to you. Serve our people well…and make your mother and I proud.”
Alrin waited until Galis finished, receiving a nod from the old man. Slowly, he got into position at his side, preparing his sword.
Galis lowered his head, ready to die. He spoke a final statement, before Alrin’s blade toppled his head from his shoulders.
Alrin scowled, his brother’s orders forcing his hand. The once mighty Galis was gone, reduced to a crumpled body slumped in the mud. “What did he say?”
The scout cleared his throat nervously. “He said, my lord…when the time comes, simply drop your sword and let us in….”
“Drop my sword…” Alrin quietly repeated, thinking back to his brother’s cruel words.
“…would care so deeply for a family that didn’t want him…”
His grip tightened on his hilt.
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