Vaid Empire: Conquest
Chapter 43
6th of Iahta, 11 AVE.
Kingdom of Kinia, Deci.
Each step was hardly louder than their quiet breaths as they moved through the tunnel, shoulders hunched to fit. Hesin‘s hands caressed the muddy walls through the darkness as he led them, sightlessly feeling his surroundings.
A hint of moonlight revealed their escape, trickling through a hole in the vegetation concealing the tunnel’s end. He came to a complete stop, listening for any indication of an unscheduled patrol as his men waited behind him. Hesin could nearly hear their heartbeats above his own, closing his eye as he took in the sounds of the night.
Knowing they couldn’t simply remain inside the tunnel indefinitely, as much as they may have wished to, he finally began to pull away the large leaves when it became evident that they were either alone or the danger was hidden far too well to detect.
Each rustle of vegetation was a dagger poking his chest, mixing with the distant cries and squawks of nocturnal creatures. Slowly he emerged, feeling utterly naked under the moonlight as he and his men crept across the gentle stream hugging Deci’s wall.
Only when they had all crossed into the tree line on the other side did he allow himself to breathe, issuing silent commands through hand gestures. Without hesitation they began to disperse through the trees, knowing when and where they must regather.
The next group would join them the following hour after the patrols had passed, then another, and another. They’d need only to wait, for their freedom slowly approached their fingertips.
11th of Iahta, 11 AVE.
Kingdom of Kinia, Deci.
A breath of anticipation escaped Cendra‘s lips as she briskly strode through Deci’s streets towards The Stronghold, dreading her destination.
The God Emperor had requested her presence, wishing to speak to her about ‘family dealings’, a phrase whose meaning she wasn’t entirely certain of. No doubt he’d question her absence as of late, as she had ensured that every task holding her attention placed her far from her father and sister. For the last month she had trained at the barracks, overseen the men along the walls, and only returned to The Stronghold to sleep.
The thought of finally meeting face to face stirred a reluctance in her, unsure of what she’d say. After all…she had sensed them that night.
Though not nearly as adept in the more ethereal aspects of their bloodline’s powers, she was more than capable of sensing the bursts of pleasure that had openly emitted from both her father and Vixin. Though faint, as if just touching the corner of her awareness, she was certain she hadn’t been mistaken. A month later and she could still remember the intense desire to breed that she had sensed from them both, neither caring to conceal their aura of familial passion.
What was she to think? To know in all likelihood her father and sister had engaged in the deepest taboo a parent and child could commit? Should she weep? Delve into fury?
Vixin was an utter slut, that much she was already certain of. Yet what of her father? He had of course taken thousands of women, sired countless children. There was no point in denying her respect for such a fact. Yet to partake in his own daughter?
Of course, a smaller part of Cendra echoed quietly in her mind. Ignored for years, abandoned to struggle with her powers and position without more than a hint of guidance, only to learn that Vixin would now receive his attention in other areas? A slight blush of anger flushed her pretty features, inciting a feeling she couldn’t quite explain. Was it possible she felt…jealous?
Cendra ignored a group of citizens as they bowed to her, lost in her thoughts. She passed an older beggar with his hands stretched out, hardly noticing as the four guards tailing closely behind shoved him to the ground when he stepped too close.
Absolutely not, envy in such a situation could never be justified. Gone were the days of longing to feel his presence, to be embraced with fatherly strength as a daughter should be. She had come far enough without him, a thought that forced a subtle tightness to her chest.
Her long legs moved with a natural power and seduction as she approached the main entrance to the stronghold, pushing aside the heavy doors with an otherworldly strength that didn’t quite match her slim and feminine form.
“Ah, the daughter that shuns her father,” Dominax’s deep voice echoed through the throne room before he turned to the nearest guard. “Leave us.”
Standing beside the throne, Vixin watched each of Cendra’s steps as the guards began to pour from the chamber. When her sister had finally bowed her head, only the three of them remained.
“Your holiness, it wasn’t my intention to shun you. I’ve merely been at work enacting your plans,” Cendra explained as she coldly eyed Vixin.
“Your holiness now, is it?” he questioned as he straightened up. “Well then, my flower, speak of your progress.”
“I’ve placed men along the wall exactly as you’ve specified, and ensured the noise of the legion’s training has increased. Alrin will remain unaware of our decreasing numbers inside the walls as they gather outside with Lord Hesin, just as were your wishes,” Cendra explained calmly. She folded her hands behind her back, displaying the very image of imperial pride in the hope that her explanation would end their conversation without delay.
Dominax nodded with a satisfied smirk. “Good girl, we’ll be done with this Alrin business shortly,” he said, granting no hint of his concern. What little remained of their supplies had been rationed strictly, though they lay on borrowed time. “Yet that isn’t why I’ve summoned you.”
Vixin felt as if she were under the blade of an executioner as Cendra glanced to her, sensing her hatred.
Slowly, Dominax rose from the throne and stepped towards Vixin. “We are the only Vaids in Kinia, a world away from the heart of The Empire. We must remain together, for the strength of our bonds will weather any storm these foreign lands may sweep our way. Who else but family can one truly rely upon?”
Cendra’s silver eyes traced down, settling upon Vixin’s belly. It appeared…odd, not quite as slim and fit as she remembered.
“Our blood, our family…that is all that truly matters in this world,” Dominax continued, placing his hand upon Vixin’s midriff. “Such is why I call you now, for you must know that your sister has fallen pregnant.”
Eyes wide in shock, Cendra glanced to her father in disbelief. “Truly?”
“The first Vaid to bear my grandchild, a truly momentous occasion. The second generation of our House has begun adding to our bloodline, fulfilling our purpose alongside my own efforts,” Dominax explained with visible satisfaction.
Cendra’s heart dropped. Vixin pregnant, only after what she had sensed between them?
“Are you not pleased, my flower? Your sister has begun to breed, as is your responsibility. We shall grant this world order and peace and fill it with beings of worthy blood. That is our destiny.”
Vixin squinted at her sister with a hint of confusion. “Did you truly not realize until now? A true Vaid should always sense when another is with child. For nearly two months you’ve been unaware?”
“My mind has been preoccupied as of late,” Cendra replied, her words dripping with hatred. She wanted to scream, to cry out what she knew to be true.
“Ah…indeed it has. Tell me, my flower. Name the source of this pain I sense from you,” Dominax commanded with a knowing smirk. “It’s time we discuss your torment, rather than maintaining the facade that you’re only keeping your distance out of duty.”
“You…know?” Cendra nearly whispered, losing the confidence in her voice.
“That you sensed the moment I made your sister a woman? Of course, little flower,” Dominax grinned, causing even Vixin to look to him in shock.
“Cendra I…” Vixin began, rushing to find her words. “This is not how I wanted you to-“
Dominax cut her off. “Quiet, there is no need. We are family, and thus we may be entirely open with one another. Should we delve into secrecy and mistrust, House Vaid shall crumble to dust under the onslaught of lesser beings.”
A deep blush of anger flushed Cendra’s pretty cheeks. “You’ve waited over a month to discuss this with me? Both of you? When you knew I was already aware?”
“I did not. Besides, you hadn’t exactly placed yourself as someone I should speak to about such things,” Vixin stated firmly, finally allowing a sliver of her frustrations free.
Cendra glared, meeting her silver eyes. “Do you expect me to subject myself to the confessions of a slu-“
“Careful,” Dominax warned menacingly, eying them both. “I shall tolerate no insult against any of my daughters. Even from you.”
Reluctantly, Cendra bowed her head, though after a silent moment she spoke once more. “Am I to assume the obvious then? The origin of this unborn child?”
As if polishing a priceless artifact, Dominax caressed Vixin’s belly, feeling the very first visible hints of her pregnancy. “Indeed.”
Cendra stood still, peering at the floor as not a single word passed from her lips.
“I’ve allowed you to play commander, to avoid what has occurred. Now, however, that can no longer be tolerated. The population will soon know their princess is pregnant, and whatever reservations you possess about the conception must be put aside,” Dominax stated in his commanding voice. “It is time we truly delve into your purpose.”
Vixin turned her head to him. “Purpose? Of what sort?”
An insidious chuckle escaped Dominax as he pulled away, moving to return to his throne. “Come.”
She stepped to stand before him, feeling the burning hatred from her sister as she stood beside her.
“Recall the conversation we had at the birth of Arinax and Zela,” he commanded, smirking.
Vixin shifted uncomfortably as Cendra folded her arms. Almost three years later and his words continued to occasionally echo through her mind, an anticipation of a possible future. “You explained we’d one day be required to breed with men of your choosing, to continue the Vaid bloodline.”
He nodded. “The most critical duty a Vaid possesses. I expect you to produce many children for the population, though the next generation of our House shall be sired only by men worthy of the privilege. I’ve found such men long ago, and I believe it’s time to include you two in my designs.”
“And what of…current realities?” Vixin asked, holding her stomach.
“The child you now hold falls outside such plans, for it shall be granted to the population,” he explained without emotion. “In the same way the children sired through my slaves are granted to families devoted to my throne, so too will yours be placed within the care of a volunteer. We hold the position of deities, my sweet daughters, and thus there is no end to individuals eager to raise the offspring of Gods.”
“Very well,” Vixin said after a moment, a part of her deep down knowing that she should feel…something. A mother shouldn’t wish to give up her child, should she?
Cendra finally opened her mouth, unwilling to meet his gaze. “Who are these men you’ve selected?”
“Three individuals that have remained loyal since the beginning, men who have proven themselves to be above the common citizens,” Dominax replied with a grin. “Where ordinary beings follow my rule, they’ve stepped forward long ago to prove their worth.”
Vixin felt a flutter of excitement, her mind seeking to deduce his selection.
“The royal advisors, Clin, Salduin, and Hesin, have been critical to the growth of The Empire. It is only right their blood be added to our eternal dynasty.”
“A wise choice, master,” Vixin said with a smirk, feeling a hint of arousal. Which of them would sire her future children?
Cendra straightened tensely, hardening her expression. “Do you…have any particular pairings in mind?”
Dominax studied her, more than aware of her interests. He had sensed her affections countless times, yet…”Of course. Salduin shall breed Vixin, for a man as spiritual as he deserves the future leader of The Sages.”
A chuckle escaped her lips, thinking of the big man. He’d grant her strong children, a thought that brought a blush to her cheeks. “I’d be honored to bear his seed, father.”
“Good girl,” he said before continuing. “Nafalya‘s part will of course be delayed until she reaches maturity, though she will join you two in your duty. She’ll be paired with Clin, while you, Cendra, will have Hesin.” Dominax explained, allowing the lie to slip easily from his mouth.
In response, an expression of concern spread across Cendra’s face before she finally spoke. “Your holiness…I must-“
“Holiness?”
Taking a breath, she corrected herself. “Father, I must protest. There is NO justification in selecting that man for my mate. Entirely NONE.”
Amused, Dominax stroked his short beard. “Oh?”
Mind racing, Cendra finally met his eyes. “Clin is a FAR better match, for everything I’ve learned of combat stems from him. He’s a good man, father. Hesin is merely…a coward hiding in the shadows, so afraid to show his mutilated face that he wears a mask!”
“Then you’d have this…’mutilated’ craven forced upon your younger sister?” Dominax asked, knowing he had already promised Nafalya’s womb to Hesin.
“No, I…” Cendra began, flustered. “Please father, I’m your eldest child. Allow me to-“
“Is such a match truly distasteful to you?” he asked, well aware of the answer.
She nodded firmly. “More than you could know. Please, I’d like to discuss this with Clin and together we can convince you to-“
Dominax held his hand up, silencing her. He studied her pretty face, seeing the evident concern. “None outside this room shall be made aware of my plans until after Vixin has given birth. However, if mating with such a man is unbearable to you, I’ll consider your words. We shall speak more of this in the coming days.”
A slight relief fell upon her face as she allowed her shoulders to relax. “Thank you, father…”
Concealing a pleased smirk, Dominax steepled his fingers. “In any case, the children you three produce with these men will be fully legitimized into House Vaid. I shall Vaidimate them, unlocking their full potential. The third generation of our dynasty shall rise.”
“We won’t fail you, father,” Vixin said with a sly grin.
A feeling of unease seeped into Cendra, yet she returned her hands behind her back once more. Despite her outward display of pride, a thought continued to poke at her mind.
“What shall our future hold, Clin?“
20th of Iahta, 11 AVE.
Kingdom of Kinia, Deci.
Cendra scowled as she climbed the seemingly endless stairs to the flat-topped tower that held her father’s temporary study.
In the time since their conversation, she had thought of little else, examining every possible avenue of convincing The God Emperor to allow her to pair with Clin. The thought of breeding with a man like Lord Hesin made her wish to spit on the floor, yet it would do little to correct his decision.
The time to ponder had come to a close, for Dominax had summoned her once more. Each step brought her closer to her fate, dragging forth every unpleasant thought she had coaxed.
“To allow a man such as that to touch the first-born daughter of The God Emperor? Has he lost his mind?” she thought, each of her proud strides carrying her higher and higher. “Should a Princess not possess what she craves?”
A flutter in her heart at betraying Clin in such a way forced her face to harden, as if a poisoned dagger had pierced her chest. Instinctually she pushed the thought aside, allowing a hint of anger to numb her.
Vixin had been more than pleased at her selection, ever the favorite flower in The God Emperor’s garden of children. The second born daughter, first chosen. Trained privately to master her power, seduced and impregnated. It came as no surprise to learn she’d gladly spread her legs for anyone their father wished. Cendra…would not.
By the time she had reached the final step, her ire could nearly suffocate the life from her. Moving to knock, her hand passed only through empty space as the door abruptly swung open.
Dominax grinned insidiously as his eyes fell upon her, only to turn around and walk from the doorway. “Come child, we have much to discuss.”
Unease seeped into her stomach as she sealed the door behind her, grabbing onto her prideful anger as if it were a rope dangling over a chasm. “You’ve considered my words then, father?”
Sitting down at his desk, he granted her a nod. “Indeed, I have. Yet tell me, what is our duty? Our aim?”
Unable to hide a frustrated breath, Cendra folded her hands behind her back. “I understand our aim, father.”
“Careful of your tone, my flower,” he replied in a low pitch. “Yet since you ‘understand’ my words so well, enlighten me.”
“It is our purpose to further the bloodli-“
“Purpose, Cendra. I speak of duty,” he cut her off.
Her silver eyes studied him for a moment, careful of her next words. “We bring peace and order to the ordinary inhabitants of Ayphieal and seek out worthy beings capable of doing what is necessary.”
“Yet to do what is necessary, one must be willing to sacrifice,” he said, meeting her gaze intently. “The fabric of reality strains at the birth of Vaidimated children, solidifying under the pressure of our power. Your bloodline offers the whisper of possibility, yet you are promised nothing.”
Cendra nodded, hardening her expression. “Nothing indeed,” she thought to herself.
“You do little to conceal your emotions, my child. Speak aloud,” he commanded.
Taking a breath, she allowed her shoulders to relax. “We must prove ourselves, to seize our power and bend the world into its proper place. Yet when seeking guidance in such things…I’ve come to know the definition of nothing quite well.”
Dominax folded his arms. “Then you feel I’ve neglected you? Take hold of your feelings, child. You can hold no secrets from me.”
“Perhaps I’d be capable of concealing my emotions from another Vaid’s senses if given the proper training.” She allowed a flare of anger to curl around her next words. “You’ve certainly seen to it that Vixin receives all the assistance she requires.”
“I grant her what I deem necessary, my flower. Do you wish to announce that you are incapable of proceeding on your own?”
“Incapable of…” she repeated with a surprised glare. “Never have I once uttered a request, nor pleaded for greater training. I’ve followed what little you’ve granted me, as Vixin receives your private guidance. How many nights have you spent fine-tuning her senses while I struggled in the dueling yard? Now I learn this…Rosila woman has been instructing her as well? You’ve left me to drown while teaching her to swim.”
“I shall never allow you to drown, Cendra. Your sister holds different talents. To provide you the same guidance would only serve as a distraction.”
“Then grant me…a distraction,” she said, unable to conceal her resentment for a moment longer as she placed her hands firmly onto the desk. “Anything at all…just don’t leave me to fumble through the darkness alone.”
Dominax slowly stood, as if a phantom rising from a wooden throne. “You misunderstand, my flower. This is not a punishment. You’ve not been shunned, nor abandoned. The training Clin provides is intended to build your capabilities sufficiently before we proceed.”
“Yet you’ve already provided Vixin everything she needs. She wants for nothing, always at your side. I simply…don’t understand. In all the years you’ve spoken of our duties, our purpose, did you never once consider that I understood your words best? That I played my part each day and night, commanding the men to enact your plans? I’ve earned my place as a Vaid, as a princess of our House,” she exclaimed in an uncontrolled flow of words before taking a breath. “I simply remain unable to comprehend how your first-born daughter falls below the offspring of a treasonous murderer.”
A chuckle escaped Dominax’s lips, causing her to peer at him in surprise before he slowly walked to approach her. “You believe Vixin is my favorite? That I grant her assistance out of favor?”
Cendra allowed her gaze to fall away as he grabbed her arms gently.
“Foolish girl…I’ve allowed you to struggle out of trust,” he said, pulling her closer.
The rare moment of feeling so close to him caused a flutter in her chest, and she met his gaze with a scowled of confusion. “Trust?”
“Of course, my flower. Do you hold any idea of the risk your sister presents? Of course not, you hardly speak to her. She is powerful, like you, yet without precise guidance she’d falter. I’ve seen your pride, your passion, the way you carry yourself. You’ll make a fine princess with or without my guidance, yet your sister must be held to a higher expectation to achieve the part she must play for our dynasty. You, Cendra, are adequate. Dependable.”
Her expression couldn’t help but lighten despite her efforts, though a thought remained to rip into her joy. “Yet you’ve…indulged in her, keeping her so close she could only fall pregnant. You two have…”
Holding her against his chest, he quieted her. “I shall not deny that such a thing was beyond my desires. We are Vaids, my little flower, and we shall take what we seek. The common humans see our act as forbidden, yet we know better,” he said before looking down into her eyes. “Such is the nature of our blood, to crave the company of each other. I shall no longer deny myself of this natural instinct, one that your sister carries as well. That you carry, Cendra.”
She attempted to pull away for a brief moment, scowling in disgust. “I’d never desire such a thing!”
“Ah, but indeed you do. You’re my daughter, little flower, and thus you may feel it in your very blood and bones. The call for another Vaid, the bond of our ethereal forms. Such a thing shall one day be considered as natural as the morning breeze, yet for the moment we may only cling together and endure the scrutiny of outside forces.”
“Perhaps these desires lay within the realm of taboo and degeneracy for a reason,” she countered, masking a smile at feeling close to him after so long. “Such as the people believe.”
It was now Dominax’s turn to scowl. “Degeneracy? Point to a common man and I shall mark him a true degenerate, beasts eager to tear each other to pieces. Seeking the opinion of lesser beings, child, shall be your folly. Merely look to their false gods, their rulers, each spreading a differing view of such things. Were we to simply leave them to their own thoughts and values, the southern humans would continue to slaughter each other this very moment. We, my child, know what’s best for them.”
Cendra remained silent, merely peering into his silver eyes with uncertainty.
Slowly, he released her with a sigh. “I sense your love for Clin, that much is certain. I’ve observed you around him, each concealed comment and glance. He is useful, though you must come to understand that nothing stands before your own kin. Your family. We must hold strong, bound together to withstand the hoards.”
“If you sensed my feelings…what madness put forth your plans to pair me with Lord Hesin?” she said, not quite able to remove the anger from her tone. “You claim a Vaid must seize what he or she wants, as you did my sister…yet you’d deny me?”
“Deny you? No,” he said, gesturing for her to approach. “Sit, let us avoid why I’ve summoned you no longer.”
Watching as he patted his lap, she hesitated for a long moment before moving closer. Each uneasy step brought her closer, stopping mere inches from his side.
“Come,” his deep voice commanded, turning the chair to face her. “Sit, and I shall teach you what it is to be loyal to your kin.”
Cendra looked to the window with reluctance before she finally obeyed, carefully sitting down upon his lap while rotating to face his right. How long had it been since she had sat in such a way, feeling his presence against her? She was forced to hold down a sudden flare of emotion, finally feeling the warmth of her otherwise cold and elusive father.
Dominax grinned, keenly aware of her rump in his lap. “Tell me, is Clin truly your desire?”
He would already know the answer, of course, yet she nodded. “Yes father, he’s the only man fit to sire my children. No other worthy being has made their presence known.”
“You care for this man, Cendra. As I’ve said, you can conceal nothing,” he explained as he dragged his left hand across her back to fall upon her slim waist.
She grimaced at his words, never quite accustomed to stating such things outright. “Indeed, if you insist on continuing to taunt me about this matter. I do…love the man.”
“I don’t intend to taunt you, yet I shall bring forth a deal. You wish to breed with him, to allow his children into our Dynasty. If such is truly your desire, your craving, then I won’t stand between you. A daughter of The God Emperor may take what she wants,” he said, allowing his right hand to fall onto her thigh. “Yet if I am to support this pairing, I must be the one to introduce you to pleasure, my little flower.”
Feeling his hand, she looked to him with concern. “Introduce me? Father, I-“
“You are my eldest daughter, my first. Thousands stand behind you, yet none before,” he began to explain. Whatever inner voice had held him back had been torn away entirely with each of Vixin’s nightly visits, consuming any reservations he may have possessed. “You shall always hold a sacred place within me, Cendra, as all fathers hold for their first. If I am to grant you to this man, as trusted as he may be, I must have a taste of what is rightfully mine.”
Each word stirred an odd sensation within her, buried beneath years of neglect. “No, father…such a thing would delve beyond what is right.”
“Then you’ve come to debate morals, my flower? Very well. We decide what is correct, the privilege of worthy beings. We dictate what is forbidden, the reward of forging order from chaos. We call ourselves masters, kings, emperors, only due to the result of what we forge from the ashes. When all others throughout history have failed, it is WE who create the proper path, the bringers of stability,” his deep voice echoed through the small chamber as his hand caressed her thigh through the parting in her skirt, feeling the alluring softness of her virgin skin. “This is the path I’ve coaxed into reality, Cendra.”
Each movement of his fingertips incited a tickle of odd emotion, whispering through her core. “Father, I’ve…saved my first for Clin, a prize only he deserves. This simply cannot feel…right.“
A chuckle echoed off the walls. “Oh? Do you believe me incapable of sensing the true nature of my offspring? This desire remains buried within your blood, rooted deeper than the oldest trees in The Lanthian Jungle. Deny it no further, such as I myself have until now, for the call towards our own worthy kin shall only further our power.”
Cendra thought to the moment Vixin had been exposed for what she truly was, a pregnant slut. Her disgust, her distaste, surely she could never enjoy a forbidden act such as they had committed. Her skin tingled beneath his touch, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. “The price you seek is far too heavy…”
“I feel your soul, its form responding to the closeness of its creator. You yearn for such a thing, my flower.”
His hand slowly crept up her thigh, inciting her to grab his wrist firmly. Then, taking a breath, her grip eased. “Your senses allude you, I couldn’t possibly allow this…”
“Ah, but such is your duty to explore every facet of your blood, your power. We are unordinary creatures, my daughter. Bring every desire to the forefront and you shall have your pairing with Clin,” he replied as he pushed past her failing resistance, sliding his hand between her clenched thighs.
Thoughts of Clin coursed through her mind as his fingers glided along, approaching the danger of shattering her boundaries with maddening slowness. What would she do for a man that held her desire all her life? What could she do? She held no real expectation of exclusivity from either him or herself, not yet at least, but to be forced to breed with Lord Hesin? The very man that seemed to haunt Clin’s memories? Though the cause of his lingering guilt remained opaque, such a betrayal stepped beyond casual intercourse.
Each moment brought his touch closer and closer, sliding beneath the chimira silk of her skirt. A rising tension gathered within her heart, both itching for and despising his attention. A piece yearned to be close to her father, while another begged to flee from his presence. She wished to scream, to hide, anything to quench the clashing emotions within her.
Dominax grinned insidiously as he held her, feeling the feminine roundness of her rump with his other hand. Merely the fabric of his one-suit and her flowing white half-dress hanging from her hips separated him from what he had created, a fertile prize between two gorgeous legs. “Torture yourself no further, Cendra. All is as it should be, the proper path.“
“You torture me, father…” she muttered, feeling him creeping up her thigh. “Why must you-” her voice caught in her delicate throat with a surprised gasp, feeling his fingertips graze her lower lips.
Once more he had brushed aside the traditional taboos of his people, delving into the forbidden. No father was meant to make contact with his daughter in such a way, or so the population currently believed, yet his chest tightened with anticipation as he gently ran a finger up and down the outside of her royal treasure.
Whatever lay hidden beneath the surface of her mind flared, igniting fully for the very first time. No other being had been fortunate enough to fondle her lower folds, granting her a sensation that felt markedly foreign from her own touch. Such a simple difference couldn’t adequately explain the burst of yearning from her loins, however, as she felt as though something deep within her called out, feeling utterly…”Th…this…is wrong, father…”
Feeling her thighs squeeze his hand, he merely chuckled once more. “Delude yourself at your own expense. I sense the truth, the craving your blood begs for.”
“No…I…” she said, releasing a breath as each of his gentle movements stroked whatever hidden desires lay within. How many years had she sought his attention, ever his obedient princess? Now he was closer than he’d ever been, throwing her emotions into a spiral and forcing a further gasp as she felt him carefully slide his fingertips between her virgin folds. “Father, don’t…”
“As tight as you should be, my perfect little flower,” Dominax nearly whispered as he prodded at her forbidden treasure. A musk of arousal hung in the air, causing his manhood to begin hardening under her rear.
She released a pent-up breath, disgusted with herself. Had she not judged Vixin for giving into the very same act? Her father, touching where he never should? An underlying hunger seeped through her core, requiring every ounce of dignity to scowl. “I don’t want this…the same fate as Vixin. A slut, spreading her legs for even you…”
“Vixin revealed what I had denied myself for far too long,” he said as he pushed two fingers deeper, exploring her virgin depths. “You shall experience her satisfaction, a pleasure none but true Vaids can provide.”
Utterly violated, yet reluctantly aroused all the same, Cendra eased her thighs to part ever so slightly while keenly aware of his manhood against her rump. Could she truly do such a thing, even to gain Clin? Did her love for the man extend thus far?
His left hand moved to caress the flawless curve of her rear, coaxing his lust further.
She bit her lip in contemplation, utterly guilty at allowing her father to touch her in such a way. His hand on her ass, his other…inside, could she be considered anything less than a whore? “Father…”
He sensed a burst of embarrassment from within her, each emotion crashing into another. “Yes, my flower? Speak plainly, for none may levy judgment upon you in my presence.”
Teasing her depths, she could bring forth no words for a long moment, unsure of herself. “If one must do such a thing…if the price for Clin is forbidden…I shall not delve further than Vixin.”
Gently, he removed his fingers and pushed her thighs apart further, switching to caress her outer lips as she reluctantly grew wet. “Your sister has delved quite deep, little Cendra.”
She stifled a moan, feeling his touch switch to massage her inexperienced clit with ample skill. A piece of her mind continued to push her to flee, to reject every shameful desire that he frustratingly pulled from her core. “I can only…accept the seed of Lord Clin. Please, father…do not tempt me so.”
Dominax considered her words, feeling her body tremble subtly under his manipulations. “There is no greater pleasure for a Vaid than to accept the seed of her kin, my child.”
“No…I shall go no further,” she said, mustering her facade of pride. “Such a pleasure must only be saved for Lord Clin. Father…I…”
“Yes, little flower. You love him,” he replied, making slow, light circles over her clit. “If such is your desire, I shall spill my seed outside when the time comes.”
A breath of relief escaped her lips, her mind slipping further into pleasure. Whatever females Clin may take to bed, whatever males she might enjoy the company of, only he would father her children. Such was the promise she had made long ago, a girl dreaming of motherhood.
Dominax watched in amusement as she slowly parted her legs, allowing him greater access. Her humiliated scowl gradually fell away into fragile reluctance, unable to conceal the arousal from her lips.
Wordlessly she made no resistance as he rotated her, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her back to rest against his chest. His strong arms filled her with a deep longing, safe in her father’s arms for the first moment in many years. She bit her lip at just now utterly wrong the thought was, allowing her legs to fall to either side of his own.
His fingers continued to work on her beneath her loincloth-like skirt, thousands of hours of experience forcing her hips to shutter. Every part of him called to her, his first offspring, pleasuring a vagina that was far too perfect for an ordinary human.
She sensed calming bursts of emotion from his mind, struggling to quiet her own. Her disgust for his actions with Vixin slowly melted away, leaving only a hatred that she put aside. However wrong, however forbidden, she wouldn’t allow thoughts of her sister to interfere.
Dominax placed his left hand upon her belly, feeling her toned and feminine abs through the skintight fabric. Gently, lovingly, he began to caress her flat belly. “Calm yourself, Cendra. Merely focus on my touch, for the world beyond holds no say over this moment.”
Gradually she began to clear her mind, fighting to push aside her guilt and shame. His words seeped into her ears, deep and powerful in tone. A warrior princess, craving the protection of her father. She began to relax against him, the irony bare for none but him to see.
A realization slowly overtook her as his fingers once again slid into her, chasing an understanding that seemed to brush just beyond her reach. Her pleasure, her building lust, perhaps she had misunderstood entirely. Where her love for Clin was that of a mate, the call towards The God Emperor was of a different sort. She could taste it, sense it in every ounce of her being as it was torn from her depths, the love between a daughter and father. The biological yearning between kin, rather than the passion of lovers. She wondered, if only for an instant, if such two loves were not entirely incompatible. Was it possible to possess both loyalty to Clin and the desire to be close with her father?
Dominax nibbled her delicate neck from behind, sending a chill through her. Was she losing her mind, washing away with each movement of his godly fingers? Her loins burned with desire, steadily building until she felt it would consume her.
“Calm, my daughter. Allow your father to care for you,” he whispered into her ear, holding her close. His hand continued to caress her belly, comforting her as she worked through her reservations until…she reached to squeeze his hand as she achieved her limit.
Her body trembled, orgasming in her father’s lap as his fingers slowed to avoid overwhelming her. She held on tightly, letting a cry slip from her lips that held far more submission than she had ever expected. Her constant training with a sword, her strength, all fell away within his protective grasp. For the moment there was nothing to prove, nothing to protect herself against.
Her breaths came forth hard, gasping in pleasure as her climax faded. Tiny contractions pulsated through her virgin vagina, utterly soaked under his touch.
Briefly, she felt an emptiness as his left hand departed from her stomach, only to look down with nervous curiosity as he slowly opened the groin slit of his one-suit. The first-born of The God Emperor should fear nothing, yet she couldn’t help but feel a flutter in her chest as he pulled himself free. He tugged at her rear half-dress, moving the fabric to the side until only her bare rump pressed against his lap. Finally, the manhood that had sired her, created her, now lay under her gaze.
Arousal coursing wildly through him, Dominax used his other hand to pull up the front of her skirt, finally exposing her lust to the open air of the study. Then, pressing his cock between her legs, a deep groan of primal lust escaped at the utterly taboo sensation of her precious vagina making contact, rubbing his shaft over her virgin womanhood.
“Father…” she said, unable to conceal a moan as she felt him against her. “What we do…cannot be undone…”
He took in the scent of her silky black hair, holding their loins close with his hand. The softness of her labia, gently caressing the cock that had sired her, he knew deep within his being that no feeling on Ayphieal could compare. “Quiet, my flower…I shall make you a woman yet.”
Reaching down to squeeze his left hand holding the fabric of her skirt to her belly, she felt his right position his tip against her waiting folds. With a slight tremble of anticipation, she thought of Clin, knowing she’d do anything for him. Her father, her love, both would hold a place in her heart, that much she was certain of.
Slowly, as if pressing into the finest silk, he pushed his hips upwards. His tip parted her pretty labia, sinking inch by inch into her forbidden depths. A groan tore from his throat, unable to control his lust.
She gasped as a flood of emotions burst through her, feeling the first cock to ever enter her womanhood. His size caused a slight pain as he stretched her, both feminine thighs parted to allow him inside.
Finally, sinking deeply into her gorgeous folds, he held her tight against his chest as he claimed her virginity. A woman had been born, forged by her father’s manhood.
She remained still, legs subtly twitching as she adjusted to his large girth. Long dead emotions erupted to the surface, yearning to be held closer as she enjoyed his embrace. “Oohh…Father…I-“
Carefully he began to move his hips, sliding in and out as her tightness caressed him. Together they moaned, loins burning with familial desire.
“My flower…my first…” he nearly whispered in her ear. “There is no end…aahh…to what I’d do for you…”
Silver eyes fluttering with each gentle thrust, she squeezed his hand harder. How long had she yearned to hear such words, to feel a hint of warmth from his cold demeanor?
“The world shall burn should it threaten my eldest…my treasure…” he said, sliding in and out.
Back pressed firmly against his powerful chest, every misgiving slipped into the void. She was his, finally tasting a fragment of his love. A moan passed from her graceful lips, savoring every second as if it were her last.
Moving his right hand to caress her powerful thigh, Dominax couldn’t help but grin insidiously at the knowledge that he had enjoyed not one, but two of his daughters, coaxing his obsession further. The taboo pleasure taken in using Vixin felt just as strong now, connecting with his children down to their very souls. He sensed the familial connection between them, forcing his cock to strain with lust inside her.
There were noticeable differences from an ordinary human, his daughters’ loins far tighter and pleasurable in a manner he couldn’t quite describe. As if every inch of her vagina sought to milk his seed, just as Vixin had, he knew any of their future lovers would be more fortunate than kings to experience a mere night with either. Though impossible to tell for certain, both Cendra and her sister naturally displayed far more internal control of their vaginal muscles, as if their bodies were created only to breed. Though barely stepping a foot into the realm of intimacy, there was no telling what possibilities lay before them with proper training in such a talent.
Her soft moans echoed off the walls, no longer playing the part of the proud imperial princess. She was reduced to what lay beneath, a daughter craving his love. Her thoughts drifted back and forth, from enjoying each movement of his skillful hips, to thinking of Clin. She pictured his face, already longing for the day he would take her in such a manner.
Hands moving to explore her body, his fingers dragged up her thighs. They moved over her hips, feeling her womanly form before settling upon her belly. He sensed her womb, her fertility, feeling her young ovum waiting patiently to grant him a grandchild. “Only a mate worthy of this flawless body…shall breed you…”
She moaned, reaching up to cup the side of his face to hold his head against hers. “Yes father…”
“This gorgeous womb…the blood of my own blood…do you truly wish for Lord Clin to…ahh…sire your children?” he asked, stroking her toned belly.
“Ooohhh, I do…father…” she said, her skin tingling beneath the skintight fabric.
“Good girl…you’ll make me proud…” he groaned, turning his head to nibble lightly at her neck. “I shall command him to fill this gorgeous body I’ve sired…to spill his seed deep within your divine depths. He’ll…ahhh…grant me worthy grandchildren…”
His words flared her desires, pleasure bursting within her tight loins. Each thrust pressed him against her cervix, touching where a father was never intended to venture. “I shall continue…our bloodline…father. I…ooohhh…I promise…”
Hands continuing to slide upwards, he reached her mounds, protected by her usual two armor pieces fitted to her breasts. Without trouble he unlatched the middle, pulling them away. With padding within the armor pieces to comfort her sensitive skin, nothing remained underneath to conceal her further. Her perky young breasts were exposed to the air, only for him to see.
As if his touch could damage her, he gently placed his hands onto her breasts, feeling her small pink nipples press against his palms. A moan escaped her as he held them, feeling their youthful weight. “As flawless as your sister’s…”
The mention of Vixin forced a further blush of anger, yet she pushed the thought aside. The slut would NOT spoil her enjoyment, would NOT ruin their moment. If only temporarily, their father was hers.
She gasped as he tweaked her sensitive buds, sending tingles through her chest. His strong hands felt right, holding his property.
“You remind me…ahhh…so often of your mother…” he groaned, cock sliding in and out. He thought to Briza, wondering just what she would think to see them now. Would she understand, able to see the pure and clean connection between The God Emperor and his children? No, almost certainly not. The thought brought a hint of guilt to his chest, slowing his thrusts. “Her loss nearly destroyed me…yet we remain…”
Cendra placed her hands atop his upon her chest, her soft fingers caressing his battle-worn skin. Electricity and flame had erupted from them countless times, a power she held within her blood. His blood.
“I vowed to protect you…and so I shall,” he continued, dropping his voice to a menacing pitch. “Perhaps I’ve waited far too long to delve into your abilities…ahhh…to spare you from what’s necessary to reach your full potential. You desire my guidance? My training? So be it.”
Feeling his speed increase, she closed her silver eyes and enjoyed his scent. The very words she had wished for, uttered while she held him in the deepest area of her being. She felt every inch of his cock, planted firmly into her womanhood. “Please…father, nothing would please me…ahh…more…”
Granting her neck a kiss, he moved in a steady rhythm, rocking his hips from beneath her. His vast experience brought her steadily towards her limit, forcing her into a second orgasm.
Her body seized, trembling as she held onto his hands as if she’d slip away. Pleasure flashed throughout her mind, encountering no resistance as she squeezed down on his cock.
***
“Oh, sweet sister…you reveal your true hypocrisy…” Vixin chuckled, lying upon her bed. Her hand continued to play between her spread legs, sliding her fingers in and out.
Of course, she had sensed the beginning of their lovemaking, her quarters almost resting below the tower as it poked into the sky. As even Cendra’s untrained mind had detected the whispers of their lust two months ago, Vixin’s keenly attuned senses felt every burst and quiver of pleasure radiating from their father’s private study.
Cendra’s ecstasy rippled across the fabric of reality, allowing Vixin’s hand to furiously attack her soaking depths as she sensed her sister’s climax.
“Ooohhh…such a little slut…cumming on father’s…aahhh…cock…” she moaned before a playful laugh escaped her. She’d never DARE tease Cendra in such a way in her presence, yet she could take small satisfaction in the knowledge that her sister was just as much a deviant as herself.
Fingers working quickly, it didn’t take long before she arched her back, releasing a cry of passion as she squirted hard onto her sheets. She pictured her sister, sensing each thrust into her former virgin tightness.
Momentarily calming herself, she brought her wet fingers to her lips, licking them with sensual slowness as she enjoyed the taste of her own juices. She had concealed her pleasure, as was her training, internalizing each powerful wave rather than openly emitting them through her surroundings. She could never quite conceal her emotions from her father, of course, yet a Vaid as untrained as Cendra would certainly be oblivious to the frantic masturbation occurring just below.
A moment later she slid her hand down her subtly pregnant belly, returning her fingers to their rightful place. She felt The God Emperor’s pleasure, as open as Cendra’s despite his skill. To not bother concealing himself surely meant he wished for Vixin to sense them.
“Ooohhh…” she moaned, resuming her teasing with a hint of jealousy. “Don’t stop…”
***
Cendra cried out as his cock slammed up into her each time, moving quickly. Her breaths came hard and ragged, utterly aroused.
His fingers teased her nipples, stroking them lightly before sliding his left hand down her midriff. Wet and waiting he found her clit, a hidden jewel to crown a flawless vagina.
Her hips lightly bucked at his touch, the feeling of another’s fingers far different than her own. His skillful manipulations forced a memory of the vibshir, momentarily wishing she hadn’t shoved the creature back into her sister’s possession. The thought was pushed aside, quivering as his fingers rubbed light circles around her clit.
To watch his daughter squirm with pleasure in his lap sent a flush of satisfaction through his body, savoring each second he slid into her depths. A goddess-like beauty, his blood ran through her veins.
As he opened his mind to send an obvious warning of his approaching climax, her faint senses felt the signal as clearly as she could manage. Every instinct screamed to accept his seed deep within her sexually ripe body, to fill her womb with familial seed. Her loins ached, as if begging to be filled.
Every ounce of willpower gathered within her as she attempted to picture Clin’s face, certain of her decision as she thought of his blond locks. Gold must be her children’s crowns, not Silver.
“Outside…” she forced herself to moan, her body nearly despising her words. “Please…ahhh…father…”
Confirming her choice, he nodded as his fingers and cock continued on expertly. A princess of House Vaid would be granted her selection, the outcome mattering little to him. He’d get his desired grandchildren in one form or another, moaning as he thought to Clin’s seed spurting within her.
Such a night of perfection could not last indefinitely, despite his wishes, as his inevitable climax approached like a gathering storm. Every second felt as if an eternity, looking down to take in every flawless detail of her body. The seed of The God Emperor produced only perfection, proven in both Cendra and Vixin. Gorgeous daughters, the aim of every father.
His thrusts grew frantic, shedding any resemblance of a carefully maintained rhythm as his sensitivity flared. Inward he concentrated, sensing the spiritual line connecting father and offspring. The sensation overtook him, forcing a deep groan to rip from his lips as he wrenched his cock free from her warm embrace. His hand dashed from her breast, holding his shaft firmly against her labia as uncontrolled ropes of seed wildly burst from his tip.
Watching his orgasm, Cendra began to shake as her own climax claimed her, her clit erupting into bliss as his finger continued to torment her. She felt his cum spurt onto her belly, leaking over the water resistant chimira silk.
Hips bucking lightly, his manhood glided over her lower lips in mutual ecstasy. As his orgasm slowly faded, he positioned his oozing tip to lightly press against her labia, allowing potent sperm that had knocked up thousands of females to leak over her precious flower petals.
The sensation of his warm seed coating her most intimate area forced her vaginal muscles into several faint contractions, as if desperate to drain the viscous fluid inside and seek the consequences for their taboo act. Whatever strength remained allowed her to resist fingering the divine substance into her, instead clasping his hands lovingly as she pulled them to her coated midriff. He embraced her, holding her close in the afterglow.
“You…did well, Cendra,” he said through his recovering breaths. “You shall have what you seek, for a woman has been born this night. Lord Clin shall receive a mate any would gladly kill for.”
She closed her silver eyes, basking in his presence. “Did you speak the truth…when you said it? My training?”
An insidious chuckle echoed off the stone walls. “Of course, my child. The path ahead is difficult, though it’s time to begin. As Vixin has Rosila to prepare for her coming duties, you’ll continue with Clin. Each a teacher, while both of you shall be trained under my hand.”
A smile crept across her features, unable to accept any feeling but joy and satisfaction. For too long she had sought such words. For too long she had hungered for his attention. Now she had received both, a prospect she nearly feared would slip from her fingertips as she lovingly caressed his hands.
“Clin is yours, child. Do not fail me,” he said, far gentler than his usual forceful tone.
A thought of her future lover seeped into her mind, wishing for him to stand before her. Both would hold a place within her, a mate and a father. No other arrangement would do.
“Breed with him, Cendra, when I permit it. A royal womb possesses a responsibility,” he said, kissing her neck before whispering into her ear. “Yet remember always…you shall forever be my little flower…”
***
The sun remained well below the horizon when she found him, not daring to bring forth the morning for at least another hour.
“Can’t sleep?” Cendra asked, stepping from the doorway onto the flat roof of The Stronghold.
“Same nightmare as always,” Clin replied wearily, resting on his back to gaze into the night sky.
She smirked, moving to his side with confident steps. “Someday I hope to hear its details, though I won’t push.”
Turning his head with a tired smile, he watched her gracefully lower herself to lie down beside him. The air felt far more temperate and cooler than Domani, inciting a faint longing for home even as it now lay inches away.
“You know, father speaks of tales from The Creator‘s original universe. A night sky full of tiny, unreachable lights,” she explained, peering into the empty darkness above. “I believe they called them ‘stars’, odd little things.”
Clin chuckled. “If such a thing were true, how did anyone sleep?”
She parted her lips in a sly grin, listening to the near silence of the besieged city as if every living being feared to utter a sound. The only noises echoed quietly from beyond the walls, faint cries of distant creatures.
“My mother used to say we are but flickering candlelight within the abyss, merely delaying the inevitable darkness,” he said, swallowing hard. “I’ve peered into this empty void more times than I can count, wondering if she’s right.”
“And? Is she?”
Folding his hands across his chest as he pondered, he eventually nodded. “Sometimes I believe so, though other moments, when I feel your sword against mine…not quite.”
She turned her head to face him, studying the side of his blond beard. As her legs subtly adjusted to a more comfortable position, she felt the slick remnants of her father between her thighs, having only cleaned his seed from her belly minutes ago. She had made herself a woman, a mate fit for her beloved. “I’ve…made a bargain this night.”
His eyebrow raised in question as he turned to meet her gaze.
With her mouth opening to speak, she cleared her throat before beginning again. “The day I apologized to you in the training yard, I spoke of our future, a possibility that lingers before us to this very day. I’ve…ensured that such a future shall become a reality.”
Unable to hush a slight quickening of his heart, a kind smile crept onto his face. “I’d like nothing more. A fate…truly worthwhile, as you said that day.”
“Worthwhile indeed,” she repeated, matching his grin. “If your mother was correct, if we are little more than flames within a void, we should burn together.”
For a moment he paused before chuckling lightly. “Truly, I am fortunate you are my student in swordplay, not poetry.”
Cendra’s lips parted in mock surprise, only to laugh. “You’re no better.”
He grinned, taking in the sight of her mystical silver eyes as they lay in a lingering, joyful silence. Yet the question remained, given form when he next spoke. “What is this bargain? One a single-legged man can withstand?”
Her eyes traveled down to his bandaged thigh as she leaned over to her side to face him fully, no longer seeing hints of red seeping through the cloth as he steadily healed. “Nothing is required of you, only that you fulfill my father’s wishes when the time comes. I’ve…we shall discuss my part in this on such a day, for that day will require quite a long discussion. For now, know that I would do…anything for you, Clin. There can be no denying it now. No more wasted days, pointless nights. Deci has shown our time may be limited, cut short at any moment. I can weather it no further. I…love you…”
Chest hammering, he instinctively moved closer and placed his hand upon the side of her pretty face. For a moment his lips approached hers, hesitating as if a misstep would shatter the night air before he closed his eyes and made contact.
Tasting her lips, his hand moved from her face to slide down her slender yet toned arms, feeling the silk-like skin of her shoulder. Then, caressing the edge of her round breast above her armor piece for a moment, he suddenly pulled away. “Apologies, Princess…”
She chuckled. “Are you really so polite you’d refuse the obvious? Come, it’s alright.”
Feeling her take his hand in hers, she guided him closer, nearly catching his breath in his throat as his fingers slid beneath her armor piece to cup her breast. Firm and young, his lips parted as he felt her supple nipple against his palm.
“They shall be yours, Clin,” she said softly before biting her lip. “Have patience…and my father shall grant us his permission after Vixin has given birth.”
Little else mattered as he held her. Not the surrounding army at their walls, nor the revelation that Vixin was pregnant. Not the low throbbing pain ever echoing through his damaged leg. Not even the whispers of memory that tugged at his awareness, leftover from his nightmare. Only her silver eyes peering back into his.
“My sister may have her day, for we shall possess the night,” she nearly whispered, kissing him a second time. Her loins, robbed of virginity and aching from her father, hungered once more.
They remained together, watching the first hints of orange pour across the sky as the sun began to peak over the horizon, hardly more than a sliver. Their lips parted, allowing her to press her forehead against his and close her eyes.
“I…suppose I should rest, for a while at the least,” she said quietly, dreading leaving his side. “There is much to prepare for.”
As if in a haze, Clin pulled his hand from her breast, his fingers tingling with longing. “Indeed, rest, princess. I’ll oversee the men along the wall in your absence.”
Nodding in response, she gracefully moved to stand before reaching down with an offering hand.
He chuckled kindly, patting the wooden cane beside him. “No need. I’ll remain here a while longer, as I like to watch the sunrise. Please, Cendra, get some sleep.”
“Very well,” she said, her smile unable to fade from her lips. She began to walk to the doorway, yet as she glanced up to the nearby tower, she almost froze, seeing two glowing silver eyes peering through the glass of the gapping window.
Opening her awareness, she sensed a consuming aura of satisfaction and fatherly pride radiating from The God Emperor’s study.
She passed through the doorway, grinning.
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