Vaid Empire: Conquest
Chapter 40
50th of Fixuin, 11 AVE.
Kingdom of Kinia, Deci.
The relative silence of the night sky beyond Dominax‘s open window could almost place him at ease, a quiet concealment of reality. He allowed himself to forget, if only for a moment, the vicious hoards waiting patiently beyond the city walls. They’d be eager for his judgment to slip, for the gates to open at a desperate order to send his warriors into a slaughter from all sides. There would be no escape through a direct assault.
He ignored thoughts of the population, having been beaten down thoroughly by the legion. Their savior waited just outside Deci, ready to save them from their ‘tyrannical conqueror’. Dominax would throw himself from Deci’s walls before he allowed any of them to sabotage his plans.
“What plans?” he thought to himself, brought back to reality as he sat down. His elbows pressed against the wood of the desk, steepling his fingers in the darkness.
Word of Queen Regent Elmia’s efforts to regroup her father’s men had arrived days ago, yet what use was that now? The royal army of The Kingdom of Cendia had been crushed by Alrin in its prime. Beaten and bloodied without the experienced command of King Galis, what chance did they possess in breaking the siege?
A slight chill of the night ran across the room, forcing him to think of home. They had of course experienced some particularly cold nights in Vaidrin, yet The Northern Human Basin was far more temperate than he was used to. The humid rainforest had given way to colorful forests and open plains, and for a moment he felt every one of the roughly fourteen hundred miles separating Deci from Domani.
Of course, Irith was a possibility. The common citizens of Domani could be formed into a force set out to attack Alrin. They had left behind many skilled laborers and craftsmen when the highly trained legion had departed, yet such an idea fell away quickly. That was all they were. Common. A citizen army simply couldn’t be trained to adequately oppose Alrin.
In any real sense, they were alone.
Time was their only true ally, limited as it might be. Ample supplies had been safely sealed away inside the city before Alrin’s arrival. Though it couldn’t sustain the population indefinitely, Dominax merely needed to recall Dorian‘s words to feel a slight hint of ease, remembering the old ghost’s explanation of how he had modified their original human ancestors long ago.
“An optimized digestive tract that produces no waste and requires less sustenance.”
Their supplies would persist far longer, as they needed to eat considerably less to survive than their pre-Ayphieal counterparts, whoever they may have been. Yet simply avoiding starvation would not save them from their predicament, nor would it last forever. Alrin may have to wait quite a while if he truly wished for a bloodless victory, though when the population finally became desperate, he’d have what he sought.
Dominax eyed the neatly stacked pile of message cylinders resting upon the corner of the desk, each marked with the royal seal of Kinia. As he lit a small candle with his finger, he reluctantly grabbed the nearest message with his other hand.
Unsealing the cylinder’s top, he pulled free the first girthy stick from inside. He let his eyes travel over the symbols etched into the soft wood, reading its contents. No doubt it would be similar to the previous messages he had read, yet he started from the beginning.
“Dominax of House Vaid, God Emperor of The Vaid Empire, I write with respect for your full title in the hope you shall see reason. Though you continue to ignore my messages, one cannot ignore the futility of continued resistance, as-“
He discarded the stick back into the cylinder, selecting another without concern for its number.
“…my brother orders your death, along with your men. I cannot dissuade his decision, yet I can personally assure you that the women and children of your legion will return home safely. They may be warriors in your culture, your females, yet I can make the argument that they were merely the families of your men. Do not allow your pride to-“
Again, he selected a different stick, feeling his grip upon the cylinder steadily tighten.
“I wait, Lord Dominax. I wait for as long as my duty requires. Surrender, and allow my men to return to their homes.”
Once more he selected, his silver eyes beginning to glow in the faint candlelight.
“Your daughters are with you. I know this. Princesses Cendra and Vixin. They shall not be harmed. On my honor I vow to spare them, to see them safely returned to your lands. You need only to sur-“
A flame emerged from his palm, licking the message stick until its surface succumbed to the heat. It roasted within his fingers, burning to outshine the candle.
Then, a moment later, he allowed its ashes to spill onto the desk.
3rd of Silla, 11 AVE.
Kingdom of Kinia, Deci.
Cendra heard the clashing of swords and spears as she approached the barracks, hands folded behind her back like a proud imperial princess. She made her way to the rear of the squat building, finding the training grounds as dozens of legionaries sparred in grueling combat.
The voice she sought called out, shouting orders and corrections across the grounds. Yet despite his loud tone to be heard above the commotion, the voice carried the same polite and encouraging words as always. She had found Clin.
Placed in a chair to overlook the crowd from a slightly raised deck at the rear entrance, his injured leg rested upon a stool as he remained upright and alert. A clean bandage had been wrapped around the thigh of his one-suit, concealing the work the healers had done.
Slowly she ascended the short stairs, approaching him with sensual yet powerful strides. He turned to her, his eyes lighting up with surprise before issuing a quick final command to his men.
“May we speak?” she asked, attempting to appear casual as she stared off at the dueling warriors. The sunlight glinted from their white armor, as if calling to her.
“Of course…you always have a place at my side,” he said, unable to keep the anticipation from his voice. He gestured to a pair of chairs near the door before removing his helmet and placing it upon his lap.
She pulled one of the chairs over to him, gracefully sitting down before facing him fully. Her silver eyes studied his face as she crossed her feminine legs, finally opening her pretty mouth. “I see they’ve treated you well. You look better…even if you deny yourself the rest you deserve.”
He smiled, attempting to turn his body towards her before letting out a pained grunt. “Your father insists as much, yet I’ll rest when we stand on solid ground free from this place. Still…the healers have done much to treat the pain. Whatever knowledge those strange women carry, they can do whatever they must if it means I’ll walk again.”
“And soon,” she finished, reaching over to place her hand onto his forearm. “Listen…I came here today to apologize.”
In response, he raised a blond eyebrow in confusion. “What could you possibly need to apologize for?”
However she had expected him to respond, she could only smile at the realization that their previous conversation hadn’t shifted his opinion of her. “I behaved rather…childishly the last time we spoke. I shouldn’t have left you like that, especially when you needed me. I’m sorry, Clin…”
Hearing the genuineness of her words, he simply waved his hand in dismissal. “There’s no need.”
“No need?” she repeated.
“Of course not,” he said, placing his other hand atop hers as it rested on his arm. He then sighed, feeling her soft skin. “I believe my words still hold value, yet…I placed much of my own guilt upon your shoulders. That simply wasn’t fair to you. What has occurred between you and Vixin has nothing to do with Hesin and I.”
The mention of Vixin’s name forced a slight blush of embarrassment to her cheeks, and for a brief moment she felt a hint of temptation to reveal the incident with the vibshir. Then, feeling the remnants of disappointment she had felt upon learning Clin hadn’t been the sender of the box, she instead gravitated to the last of his words. “Hesin, then? That’s who has tormented your thoughts all these years?”
Clin nodded. “He blames me for an event that occurred during our childhood, the first instant we met. I merely hoped you weren’t resenting Vixin in the same manner he does me, children guilty of their mother’s crimes.”
Cendra pictured the door slamming in front of Vixin, hearing her sister’s tears as she herself had broken down on the other side. Had she been too harsh? A flare of anger poked at her belly, and she tossed the thought aside. “Yet there is a difference. This ‘crime’ of Vixin’s slut mother was the death of mine. Whatever you did to earn Lord Hesin’s scorn, or your mother, his family wasn’t slaughtered like some common animal. Xenia‘s assassins butchered Briza. That…is why she can’t be forgiven.”
His face turned pale at her words.
She calmed herself, taking a breath before continuing. “I’m…sorry, I don’t want to repeat our last argument. Let us simply move forward and allow the past to fall away. Whatever this ‘event’ is that you speak of with Hesin, I won’t force you to tell me. Not until you are truly ready,” she said, before looking directly into his eyes. “I’d like to focus on the future. Our future…if you’ll allow it…”
His smile slowly returned, and he reached over to cup her cheek. For the first time he felt her beautiful face beneath his fingertips, staring at him with the same hopeful face he had seen since her birth. “Perhaps I’ve…waited for something far too precious to bring into fruition until now. Perhaps…I’m too late, trapped by an enemy that would see us all dead.”
She chuckled, feeling his touch. “All the more reason to act while we still breathe. To create something worthwhile.”
He studied her, taking in every detail. “I’d like that. Truly.”
Unable to contain herself she bit her lip. “Then be quiet for a moment…” she said, leaning forwards. Their lips touched as she closed her eyes to enjoy every second.
Slowly they separated, gradually brought back to reality as the sound of crashing weapons continued to ring through the air.
Cendra moved to stand, causing him to grab her hand as if he were a drowning man clutching a rope. She giggled, patting it gently. “I had only a short time before I’m required to report to The God Emperor. Yet be rest assured…I will return. I won’t abandon you again.”
He slowly relaxed, embarrassed by his reaction. An abundance of words remained inside his throat, wishing to come loose. Instead, he watched her turn around. His eyes traced over the curves of her hips as she walked to the steps, her stride seductive and powerful.
As he returned his attention to the training men he felt a slight relief, allowing a smile to spread across his face.
39th of Silla, 11 AVE.
Kingdom of Kinia, Deci.
“Show me your worth.”
The God Emperor’s voice echoed off the high domed ceiling as he and Vixin walked in a circle, swords pointed towards each other. Father and daughter, they eyed each other as if old foes, each step carefully calculated.
Torchlight flickered over their ready forms, illuminating the stone walls of the underground chamber. Gone were the opportunities to meditate deep in the forest, their current predicament forcing them to utilize whatever seclusion remained available. Fortunately, Lalian had discovered the optimal location for their new training ground, located directly under Deci’s stronghold and accessed through the dungeons. Circular in shape, the chamber remained littered with cushions and luxurious benches, clearly utilized as the site of the former Lord’s secret orgies, buried from the eyes of the population.
Appearing confident and moving with a deadly seduction, Dominax could sense her fear. She had learned to conceal her true emotions, though not quite from him it seemed.
Studying each other, there was a flash of movement as they rushed together, meeting in the center. His sword swung low, forcing her to flip forwards and meet his next strike the moment she landed on her feet. They moved faster than an average human, their physical forms driven by their powers.
She slashed downwards, caught by his blade before spinning to avoid a burst of flame hurled from his palm. The move placed her a few steps away, granting her an instant to fling a web of electricity of her own.
The blade of his sword caught the web, its tendrils sliding down its sharp surface towards the strange orb in its hilt, as if consuming her attack. His weapon arced through the air, cutting horizontally.
With a twirl of her blade she intercepted his blow, redirecting it. He allowed a slight smirk of satisfaction to show, watching her blade dance through the air. Though needlessly flashy, he had always enjoyed the more complex and elaborate movements of combat. She indulged him, spinning her sword in a figure eight before chopping upwards.
He shifted to the side, narrowly missing the sharp chimira steel as it sliced through the air, a keen reminder of his lack of armor. He wore only his one-suit and cloak, retaliating with a flurry of intricately timed attacks.
Vixin met each of his slashes with her blade, their swords clashing together each time. The ringing sounds of their duel echoed as they moved, their powers naturally enhancing their capabilities. Where Dominax had spent the first two decades of his life struggling to learn on his own, always discouraged by his adoptive mother to develop his powers, Vixin had learned quickly. Each time he trained with The Creator himself, Dominax ensured that he understood each precious piece of knowledge before passing it on to his daughter, allowing them both to progress unrestrictedly. He retained a few hidden tricks from her, of course, ensuring he remained in control.
With a wide slash of his blade she jumped forwards, flipping through the air above his head. She landed behind him, causing him to spin around and knock her weapon from her hand. Then thrusting towards her, he stopped before the pointed tip could pierce her skin.
She remained frozen, only to bow her head in defeat.
“Impressive…yet you are not quite ready to utilize your powers in such a way. You jumped without calculating how I may react when you’ve landed,” he scolded her, turning to put several steps between them.
“Yes Master,” she said, her tone undefeated as she bent over to retrieve her sword.
Where once Dominax had kept his inner compulsions during their training strictly shoved down, he found that he could no longer rein in his interest after their final forest session. He allowed his eyes to carry up her legs, settling upon her feminine rump before she straightened up and turned around.
Vixin felt the tiniest hint of emotion from his mind, a sliver of what he wasn’t able to conceal entirely. She pushed it aside as she readied herself, certain she had mistaken it.
Again they clashed, hurling at each other as if they were fighting to the death. Their swords carved through the air, fast enough to be a spectacle to any ordinary human. Through the heightened instincts of their unique blood they reacted, knowing where to block and calculating when best to strike.
She released a fireball that erupted against his sword, feeling a slight thrill as their blades intercepted once more. The duel allowed her to shed her emotions, draining the frustration that had built up from her confrontation with Cendra. Hadn’t she only been trying to set things right? To apologize for something she hadn’t even done? She-
Her thoughts were cut off as she sensed yet another hint from her father, faintly clearer. Just as she had felt that night in the forest, was she sensing that he was…aroused? She cleared her mind, focusing on the fight. She had sensed the same feeling that night, yet was she mistaken?
Dominax watched as she moved, her flexible body cartwheeling backwards to dodge a well-timed slash. She moved gracefully, bracing herself as electricity stretched from his fingers. She absorbed the attack, rushing forwards to meet him in the center of the room.
Her skin tingled from the remnants of his power as their blades met, forcing a slight smirk to form on her face.
He sensed her excitement, feeling her eagerness as her sword twirled. Yet there was something…more, a feeling he couldn’t quite describe.
Their weapons met, sliding across each other before he spun. Vixin reacted instantly, bending backwards to dodge the incoming slash. Though it lasted a mere instant he looked down, watching her athletic abs through the designed cut-out of her outfit. As if time slowed down his mind moved quickly, taking in her details before reacting to her follow-up attack.
Again she felt it, a glimpse of his mind. Could he be fixated upon…her? As she thought she had sensed in the forest? The idea sent a shiver of lust through her at such a taboo thought, yet she couldn’t be certain. Instead, she pushed her hidden desires down, afraid of where they’d lead.
Dominax’s silver eyes began to faintly glow as he fed his power into his sword, allowing a mix of electricity and fire to crawl up the blade until it was consumed in sparking flame. She moved to block his attack, only for the electricity to carry through her own sword the moment they made contact, electrocuting her hand. With a yelp she dropped it, pausing for only a brief instant before jumping backwards, putting distance between them once more.
Quickly she outstretched her hands, gathering power before unleashing a string of lightning. He caught it once more upon his sword, its crackling surface energized as he began to step forwards.
She watched him slowly approach, feeling her excitement building before clenching her hands, ceasing her powers. Then, with a deep breath, she loosed a powerful wave of flame from her palms, outshining the torches.
It slammed against Dominax’s defenses, erupting into smoke and scorching the curved wall behind him. She peered closer, preparing herself.
As the haze began to subside, she felt a tingle of fear and anticipation as two glowing silver eyes appeared through the thin smoke, only for him to burst from its depths as he charged forwards.
His display of power coaxed a hint of lust to her loins as he leapt forwards, crashing his blade down. She rolled out of the way, feeling shame at her emerging feelings. Her usual forbidden desires plagued her even now.
Defenseless, her body maneuvered to stay out of the path of his sword, dodging each of his slashes. He watched her lithe muscles working, feeling his own desire rise. No longer could he simply push it down, concealing his shame from even himself. His mind worked in rhythm with his hands, taking in every alluring detail as he attempted to overpower her.
Rolling free from his reach she rushed forwards, aiming towards her sword. He was quicker, however, and the moment she regained her footing she froze, feeling his extinguished blade come around a press against her throat as he stood behind her.
With her back pressed against his chest she allowed her hilt to slip from her fingers, defeated once more. She expected a lecture, breathing hard to catch her breath, yet he didn’t move.
Hearing her soft breaths, he focused on the sensation of her form against his, feeling his desires spike.
She sensed his mind, as unmistakable as it had been in the forest. Yet where she had dismissed it previously to focus on her training, she now stood still, anchored in the moment. She couldn’t be wrong a second time…
For several long moments he held her against him, sword against neck, until he sensed a hint of her own thoughts. Just a touch, yet he felt the clear signs of arousal from her.
Slowly, almost in a haze despite the remaining smoke collecting and dissipating against the domed ceiling, he lowered his sword. For a while she didn’t move, until she hesitantly turned around to face him.
She felt it once more, a flare of interest stemming from him. The realization forced her heart to quicken, gazing into her father’s eyes. Silver as her own, she reached out with her mind once more.
He felt it, a touch of desire. There could be no denying it now, their mutual emotions hanging in the air. Wordlessly they unraveled each other, a hint from her, a touch of her mind from him, as if locked in a silent conversation.
For what seemed like an eternity they stared, unmoving. Then as Dominax moved in he pressed their lips together, tossing aside any forbidden barrier that remained.
She moved herself closer against him as he placed his hands onto her waist, roughly holding her close. He tasted her scent, flaring his loins wildly. Any rational thought to pull away shattered, finally delving into a craving he had resisted for FAR too long.
Releasing a breath of satisfaction as their kiss parted for an instant, Vixin pressed back in as their lips began to duel. Every instinct pushed her to proceed, feeling entirely natural as their bodies grinded together.
Running his hands over her sides he touched her curves, feeling her shape beneath the fabric of her tight outfit. In turn she felt his muscles, her body craving him.
For a moment she forced her lips to separate from his, pressing their foreheads together as she took a heavy breath. “I’ve wanted this…for so long…” she whispered, as if fearful that speaking would make it disappear.
He pulled her back into a kiss, sliding his right hand upwards to caress her belly, inciting her bare skin to tingle. His left then circled to her back, placed firmly onto her rump. He felt it, flawless, the product of his own seed. The thought forced the bulge of his groin to grow, and she moaned as she felt it press against her midriff.
He didn’t want to move, wishing to keep his hand upon her perfect ass forever, yet he reached to the first strap of the back of her outfit to begin undressing her.
She reached up to cup his face, her eyes closed as she focused on his familiar scent. One by one the straps were undone until only friction held the upper part of the fabric to her skin. She shrugged it from her shoulders, removing her arms from the armholes and wiggling the bottom half of the outfit from her hips. With a final tug it tumbled to the floor, revealing herself.
Slowly he pulled away from her lips, backing up a half step to gaze down upon her body. For the first time he witnessed her nude form, lovingly taking in every detail of her gorgeous body. His blood…his daughter…she remained on display for only him.
Carefully, as if about to touch a fragile gift from a God, he cupped her alluring breasts. Young and firm he held them, experiencing nothing more than absolute pride and lust at having sired such a perfect being. His thumbs moved, almost hesitantly as they lightly ran over her sensitive nipples.
Her lips parted in pleasure, sending shivers down her back at the realization that her father would be the first to touch them besides herself. She felt a wetness between her legs, desiring his touch further.
He admired her for several long moments, memorizing every detail. She then slowly crept her hands up his chest, seeking to undress him as well.
Slowly she removed his one-suit as he finally allowed his hands to leave her breasts, watching the clear arousal in her eyes. She pulled the suit downwards, moving until his manhood was finally free. He removed the suit the rest of the way as she stared, eyes locked onto his shaft. Already he had reached his full hardness, his erection hanging heavily as his loins screamed to breed.
As if frozen she finally broke from her trance, reaching down. Her fingers hovered, knowing they could never go back if she proceeded. Then, biting her lip with overwhelming desire, she gently grabbed his shaft.
She felt his girth in her palm, her virgin prize becoming wetter at the sensation. She held the very cock that had sired her, created her. She couldn’t help but release a faint moan.
Dominax tensed at the feeling of his daughter’s hand upon his cock, the very feeling he had denied himself for so long. His arousal couldn’t increase further, his mind wild with primal lust. He gazed into her eyes as she looked to him, needing nothing more than silence to understand each other’s craving.
Slowly they began to move towards one of the various cushions in the chamber, each second they delayed becoming an agony. He granted her a deep kiss before she began to lay down, clenching her thighs shut.
Now on her back with her knees raised, she watched as he knelt at her feet. She felt his hands upon her legs, gently pulling them apart as her heart raced.
Then, looking down, he finally gazed upon the perfect flower between her thighs, a pretty vagina that he had created.
He opened his mouth to speak, to let his thoughts flow, yet nothing came forth. He merely studied her, almost unbelieving what had occurred. The very taboo that had always driven him into a frenzy lay before him, his own daughter on display. For once he felt no hint of shame at his strange desires, committed to see it through. Nothing could please him more.
Nervously she placed her hands onto her chest, blushing as he took in her sight. None had ever held the privilege of looking upon her before, a royal vagina that every citizen wished to taste. She was his, as she should be.
His hand began to slide up her calf, then her inner thigh, moving in with maddening slowness. Her skin glided beneath his touch, as soft as a goddess. Each inch he crept closer quickened her heart, building her anticipation until she felt it would boil over. She wanted this, needed this. How many times had she pleasured herself, imagining this very moment with shame that nearly consumed her? Now, sensing his aroused mind as he grew closer, no hint of shame remained.
Finally reaching the precious valley between her spread legs, she let out a slight gasp as he ran his thumb over her waiting labia, so lightly she could hardly feel it. Yet the mere whispers of a feeling were all that was required to send a chill down her back.
He released a breath, touching her for the first time. Such a thing was so utterly wrong, yet his erection remained as hard as ever. He stroked her once more, feeling her wetness before carefully sliding his thumb over her clit.
Her body clenched as a burst of sensitivity struck her, then again as he slowly began to tease her. Gone was her false confidence, her seductive royal pride. Instead, she was reduced to what she truly was, submissive while lying under her father’s control. She moaned, her virgin body reacting to his touch.
He took in her sweet scent, knowing her perfect body was fertile, a body his seed had created. His senses were exploding, thrown into a frenzy at such a taboo situation. Hesitantly he pushed the tip of his thumb inside, feeling her tightness.
As if a man in a dream unlocking his deepest desires, he maneuvered his cock between her legs. Slowly, as if breaking every natural law, he rubbed the underside of his shaft over her wet lower lips. He groaned as their loins made contact, a touch that should never be permitted to occur.
She felt his manhood slide back and forth over her virgin labia, moving gradually. She could hardly contain herself, wanting more than anything in the world to feel more of him.
A dribble of clear liquid dripped from his tip, entirely prepared to claim what was rightfully his. Back and forth he moved, his mind driven mad by each second spent outside of her embrace. Gazing down he took in the sight of her, his beautiful daughter, a cock pressed between her legs.
Finally, unable to hold off the inevitable as his arousal threatened to overtake him, he slid his cock downwards and pressed the tip against her waiting entrance. He leaned over, holding himself above her body and supporting himself with his hands.
Through his power he sent a signal of his arousal to her mind, far more than a hint. He waited as a nervous smirk spread over her face, sensing her wordless response. He felt her…a boiling lust radiating from her core.
He reached with his right hand, cupping the side of her face. He stroked her cheek, pressing his forehead against hers and releasing a signal of pure fatherly love. She reciprocated, opening her mouth and gazing into his eyes as he began to push inside.
First an inch, then another, and another as he moved his hips forwards, sinking into her snug tunnel. Her anticipation, her utter desire had provided ample moisture, allowing him to slide inside.
A gasp of consuming satisfaction escaped him, finally entering her precious folds. He had done it…penetrating where he had always belonged and claiming her virginity. He quivered, almost unable to believe his actions.
She reached to squeeze his forearms, holding tightly as she was entered for the first time. There was a slight pain, far less than that of an ordinary human, yet its unfamiliar and new sensation forced a moan from her lips. In an instant she had become a woman, claimed by the only being she truly desired.
For several long moments he remained still, his entire reality focused on the feeling of his cock buried inside of her. He felt his daughter’s walls holding him, as tight as any virgin he had bred. The sensation felt more natural than any who had come before, his instincts bursting in victory.
Slowly he began to thrust, making small incremental movements in and out as she adjusted to his size. Her own father, the very cock that had impregnated her mother, was hers.
He looked into her silver eyes, seeing his own as she gazed at him in pleasure. Witnessing the expression of bliss upon her pretty face he steadily increased his speed, making deep and loving movements.
How had he fallen to this extent, to give into his deepest taboos? How could it possibly feel so natural…so correct?
Her grip began to soften, allowing herself to relax and enjoy his cock fully. She moved her hands to her breasts, feeling their firm roundness as she held them. Her dreams had been made manifest, feeling herself stretching around his girth.
He sensed her pleasure, his balls aching at the sensation of a daughter they had created. In and out he moved, as gently as though he risked breaking a precious treasure.
She pressed her lips against his, her body craving his cock. Unable to contain herself, she slid her tongue inside, dancing against his.
He tasted her, caressing her face with his thumb. How had he sired such a perfect being, every inch of her flawless? He quickened his pace, causing a slight jiggle of her young breasts at each of his thrusts.
She moaned into his mouth, entirely beneath his control. Eyes closed, she enjoyed every second, hoping to remember her pleasure for eternity.
Their lips parted, leaving remnants of her saliva on his tongue. Nothing could please him more, his hips moving rhythmically. He focused on her tightness, how she squeezed down on every forbidden inch.
She began to circle each nipple, wondering what their people would think if they were to witness their lovemaking. The God Emperor claiming his own daughter? A Princess of House Vaid? She groaned, loving every moment deeper than she could have imagined.
Closing his eyes, Dominax sensed the spiritual line connecting their souls, father and daughter. He shivered, receiving nothing short of absolute satisfaction as his cock slid in and out.
Vixin moaned, imagining just how many women had been bred by his cock. He had claimed thousands, building skills that made her body quiver. Each thrust was calculated, knowing exactly where to hit and at what speed. Just how many brothers and sisters had his virile seed produced for her, spread across The Empire? The thought coaxed a warm sensation through her body, as if hoping he’d fill her. Was that the final barrier? The last taboo waiting to be crossed? More importantly, did they dare?
His skill was pressing her closer towards her limit, allowing him to sense her pleasure. Increasing his speed, his hips rocked against her, his cock stirring her insides. He pressed his forehead against hers, both lost in pleasure.
Had this been how her mother had felt? Pleasured by his cock as he impregnated her? Vixin trembled, steadily approaching an orgasm as she imagined Xenia, screaming in ecstasy as his sperm poured into her. She felt a connection to her mother, sharing the same cock that had knocked her up. Would he do the same to her?
Dominax sensed a burst of emotion from Vixin, feeling her vagina clenching as she orgasmed. Driven wild by his daughter’s climax, he pressed his lips against hers and increased his speed, thrusting passionately into her.
With surprise he felt a flush of liquid around his shaft, more so than he was used to. Moving to nibble her neck in primal lust he breathed heavily, realizing that she had inherited Xenia’s ability to squirt. The thought drove him wild, his thrusts gradually becoming harder and harder.
A haze of sensitivity flowed through her body, and she reached up to hold onto her father for mental support as her post-orgasm mind recovered. She felt his muscles straining, a male eager to mate. Feeling his hot breath against her neck she moaned. Looking up to the domed ceiling in complete delight as she relished each moment.
Dominax slid his free hand down, caressing her feminine curves. He had been inside thousands of lovers, yet to know that she was his? Created from his blood and soul? His hand began to tremble.
Every inch of her was at his disposal, laying submissively beneath him. She felt his fingers drag across her hip, moving to settle on her inner thigh.
Her toned body was beneath him, sexually ripe. Each of his thrusts pounded her into the cushion, their moans echoing off the curved walls. He stretched out his awareness, feeling the dozens of people going about their day inside Deci’s stronghold above them, oblivious to the father wrapped in his daughter’s embrace below. He cared little for what they would think, his cock wrapped in a pleasure that felt more natural than any that had come before. His own offspring, his blood, how could such a thing be wrong?
His hand slowly slid from her thigh, moving instead to slide between their warm bodies to press against her flat belly. He sensed her womb, young and very fertile. The womb that would grant him grandchildren, continuing his legacy. Pride filled his deepest depths, knowing he could hope for no better daughter to carry on his bloodline.
Moaning, he imagined the potent seed of a warrior filling her, craving to sense the moment she conceived a strong and capable grandchild of his blood. He planned to breed her with Salduin of course, yet…as his cock twitched, he wondered if he could even force himself to pull out. Perhaps…
A deep tickle of arousal flushed through him, unable to keep the thought of finishing inside her from his mind. Her gorgeous body was so alluringly fertile, allowing him to sense each of her countless ready ovum. Such a fact came as no surprise, as she was his daughter. She shared his blood, obviously inheriting his greatly enhanced fertility. To pour his seed into her…there would be no question as to the result.
She sensed a flicker of his intentions, already wrestling with the idea herself. Her own father…his seed pumping into her depths? No doubt she’d become pregnant, a possibility so wrong…so vile…so utterly right.
He sensed her feelings, communicating without words. Her body was ready to become a mother, her pussy nearly begging for the seed that had created her. Could he truly pass over such an opportunity?
Each thrust pressed his tip hard against her cervix, filling her completely. To feel his cock so dangerously close to her womb, knowing he had knocked up thousands of females, she could only moan.
His movements rocked her body, pounding in and out wildly yet remaining under the control of a steady rhythm. He felt her squirm beneath him, lost inside her mind.
For a moment she allowed herself to imagine the result of their actions, to picture herself with a round pregnant belly. The ordinary humans of the royal court would congratulate her, oblivious to the truth of her conception. She’d then place her hand upon her bump, sensing the true paternity of her baby…stemming from her father.
A cry ripped from her lips as she climaxed, her arms wrapped tightly around him to hold him close. He felt her convulse beneath him, her flawless body pinned to the cushion.
Sensing his daughter’s utter pleasure he gritted his teeth, attempting desperately to keep his own climax at bay. Every ounce of him wished to continue this moment forever, to never pull his cock free from her sweet depths.
She breathed hard, attempting to recover as she allowed herself to project her thoughts through the fabric of reality, allowing him to instantly sense them.
He felt her feelings, her desire for his seed, causing him to buck his hips wildly. Every second that passed became dangerous, dragging them closer to the possibility of a forbidden pregnancy. He needed to pull out, to coat his lovely daughter in his seed rather than fill her. The risks were simply too great…
As Dominax had taught her to conceal her desires from others with their power, she did the opposite, opening herself fully.
He sensed her clear need deeper than ever before, understanding exactly what she wished without either of them uttering a single word.
He moved his hand from her belly, returning it to her face. Looking down into her eyes, he allowed his own thoughts to seep out into the open.
Silver eyes looking into silver eyes, she nodded, smirking.
Unable to hold back, he pushed his cock as deeply as possible, hilting her fully. He’d deny himself of nothing.
Entire body shaking, he felt an absolute euphoria overtake him as he climaxed, harder than he had ever experienced as his potent seed spurted into his own daughter.
She cried out, wrapping her legs around his waist as she felt her father’s warmth fill her. The very seed that had sired her flooded her tight vagina, forcing an orgasm to rip through her. Every inch of her body trembled, knowing that pregnancy was all but assured.
Hardly able to move as his mind shattered with pleasure, he peered down into her eyes, seeing them roll upwards in bliss. He sensed their spiritual ties, their familial relation, knowing that no other sensation had felt as natural or instinctual.
Unable to breathe, she finally released a deep groan as the intensity broke, mercifully returning her to reality as she took several long breaths. Her vagina tingled, sending bursts of pleasure tickling throughout.
His body going limp, he pressed his face to her neck as he recovered, taking in her scent. Neither made a move nor a word, simply basking in the consuming afterglow of their consanguineous sex.
Neither wished to separate, his cock buried deep as they simply enjoyed each other. He wished to remain inside indefinitely, to never allow the moment to end. Though finally, after seemingly an eternity, he allowed his manhood to slip free as he rolled off her and onto his back.
Vixin reached down, caressing her lower lips as she reveled in the sensation of his sperm inside her. Small contractions of her well used pussy forced drips of his seed to ooze out, causing her to cup her vagina in an attempt to hold it in entirely. She wanted every last drop.
She rolled over, pressing herself against his side and laying her other hand across his powerful torso. Her leg lay across his, allowing him to reach down and lightly caress her thigh.
He placed his hand onto her head, holding her gently to his chest.
The minutes seemed to slip by, uncaring as they lay together. He ran his fingers through her silky hair, feeling its softness.
As reality began to seep back into his mind, he realized there would be no taking back what they had done. He had violated the greatest taboo, his own daughter, giving into his darker desires. Was nothing out of reach? Truly?
“I love you…father…” Vixin whispered, uttering the first words between them. She kissed his chest, resting in his arms while knowing that his sperm would be seeking out the eggs of his own offspring this very moment, desperate to impregnate his daughter. She felt his seed deep inside, a feeling more satisfying than she had ever experienced.
Dominax stared at the ceiling, his mind wandering. What would occur if any were to ever find out? He’d destroy all who attempted to harm Vixin, of course, without hesitation. Perhaps he’d have his Sages slowly introduce the tolerance of such relations to the population, slowly manipulating them into accepting it.
He allowed his concerns to fade away, pulling a strand of her black hair to his nose. He closed his eyes, smelling her pleasant aroma. Despite his anger, despite the pain Xenia had caused him, he couldn’t help but thank her for such a flawless daughter.
Of course, however, any concern of his would be meaningless if they remained unable to escape Alrin.
Looking down at her, feeling her body pressed against him, his silver eyes began to lightly glow.
He’d free them from this place.
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