Vaid Empire: Conquest
Chapter 49
15th of Fonic, 12 AVE.
Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.
Their time together had ended.
Vixin cradled her son as she marched forwards, remaining close to her father’s side. They walked towards the towering exit of the throne room, its colossal doors parted to the city below. A pair of Sages waited just beyond, the couriers that would bring the young boy to his new life.
They were flanked by both Rosila and Salduin, de facto leaders of The Sages until she could claim her rightful mantle. She had them to thank for the intimate ceremony, of course, for they had been the ones to convince Dominax to place the boy in the mentorship of Sages, rather than any number of families all too eager to display him as a trophy.
She savored every second that remained to her, feeling his infant form in her arms. She sensed his keen mind, delighting in knowing she had created him.
Dominax caressed her back, just above her rump as they walked, granting her a knowing look. The product of their forbidden acts squirmed in her arms, as if knowing the fate that approached.
As they passed through the doors her eyes were drawn to the location of Xenia‘s execution. Though she hadn’t attended, everyone in the city knew keenly where ‘the traitor had lost her head’.
“Your holiness,” the pair of Sages greeted them with a low bow, dressed in little more than a few strips of black silk. “We are honored to transport the child of our Goddess of Fertility.”
“It seems I won’t escape such a title,” Vixin chuckled. Nor did she intend to.
“Is this him? The first grandchild of his holiness?” one of the pair asked, peering intently at the child. “By The Creator…he’s the spitting image of his grandsire!”
Taking secret satisfaction in the statement, Dominax clasped his hands behind his back. “I expect everything is in order. There can be no mistakes, for I’m quite fond of this one.”
Salduin stepped closer, though met Vixin’s gaze instead. “No harm will ever come to him, you have my word on that, princess. I’ve selected the Divine Mother of Deci myself. He’ll live well, mentored by both her and her acolytes until he is old enough to serve in his own right.”
“Our mistress will be honored to possess such a…divine apprentice.” One of the acolytes smiled.
Vixin eyed Rosila with a hint of redness to her cheeks, knowing all too well what such a mentorship required. Still, such a life would grant him many benefits worthy of a royal bastard. Under Salduin’s latest reforms, each ruler of all villages, towns, and cities of The Empire received a Divine Mother of The Sages at their side, advising their local Lord or Lady in matters of law and worship. Acolytes would serve under their Divine Mother, spreading the official teachings and laws of The God Emperor and ensuring the minds and bodies of the population remain leashed to the throne. As one of the few exceedingly rare males in The Order, her son would find no end of comfort and pleasure.
“Deci,” Rosila chuckled. “There is no place more fitting than the city in which he was conceived.”
“Perhaps one day he’ll forge that vile place into a gem of The Empire. Come now, it’s time, my flower.” Dominax caressed her gently.
“Very well,” she replied as she looked down, remembering every detail of his tiny face. Her father had advised her to avoid granting him a name, else the separation be made harder than it needed to be. She had anyways, of course, and she felt a flare of motherly love as she held him out towards The Sages. “In your darkest moments look to the highest moon and know I too see it. Your mother loves you always, Domir.”
“Domir…” the Sage repeated, carefully taking the child into her own arms. “We’ll all care for him as though he were our own. Better, more likely.”
With a nod from The God Emperor, Rosila used the first two fingers of her right hand to trace a Crescent moon in the air above Domir. “May The Creator watch over you always.”
Vixin’s arms felt empty as she watched the blessing, its concept first suggested by Salduin. She looked up at the large man, meeting his gaze for a lingering moment before he turned away.
The Sages bowed once more before turning to depart, descending the many steps of The Grand Pyramid into the noisy square below. She watched them carry away her son, knowing any mother’s heart would be torn asunder. Instead, she smiled, knowing his future was secured while feeling a tingling instinct within her womb to be filled once more. The Goddess of Fertility indeed.
“You handled that well, my flower,” Dominax said as he embraced her, holding her body close. Then, leaning in to press his lips to hers, he sensed the surprise of all onlooking guards at their stations. He pulled away with a smirk, cupping her cheek.
She followed his lead as he turned to depart, her heart hammering at the thrill of nearly revealing their secret. Both Rosila and Salduin granted her a glance as they walked, one aware, the other not quite. The guards would likely think him an overly affectionate father, yet had they only known the depth of their deeds…
Salduin trudged along beside her, and she felt a tingle within her loins as she reached over to touch his strong arm, as if her womb reacted to the presence of her future breeder.
He subtly moved his arm from her fingertips, his face faintly reddening as he strode ahead. The hints of disappointment swirled within her chest, yet she merely straightened up. The confident swaying of her hips was no longer entirely false. She had become a woman, a young mother, a lover. Her smirk rested easier upon her face, nearly as if it belonged there.
She’d be allowed to visit Domir one day, yet for the moment duty called. To become the leader of The Sages she’d require a legitimate heir, one that would soon arrive when the large man finally saw fit to take her.
18th of Fonic, 12 AVE.
Kingdom of Vaidrin, Near The Ruins of Nitri.
“Jinilya…“
Salduin’s whisper cut through the evening humidity as he kneeled before the stone slabs, two hexagonal grave markers settled into the dirt. A light mist hugged the base of the hill as he looked down, ready to be swept away with the next tropical storm.
His eyes traced over the names crudely etched into the stone, taking a deep breath before forcing his words from his throat. “The impossible happened. I’ve found the limit of my duty.”
Only a soft breeze came in response, reminding the large man of his solitude. He had ordered his escort to wait for his return far from this place, granting no explanation. They obeyed, of course, living guards keeping their distance while only the bones beneath the ground comforted him.
“He expects me to breed,” Salduin said aloud, trying to chuckle. “His daughter no less. Rira would have liked her…she’s just as mischievous.”
The graves gave no reply, as silent as ever.
Salduin’s jaw tightened before a sigh eased from his lips. “I don’t think…I can. She’s gorgeous, a mate any man would be eager to sire a child with. It’s an opportunity I’ve never been prouder to be offered…yet I-” With his breath catching in his chest, he paused before continuing. “What am I to do?”
Allowing his hands to fall limply into his lap, he was unable to keep Vixin from his mind. Her silky black hair, the way her outfit clung to her feminine curves, his urges had nearly overtaken him when she had touched his arm. Yet each time he thought of her, each night of fantasizing since The God Emperor had made his offer, the more the image of Jinilya seemed to slip away when he sought her face in his memory.
“I can’t let you fade…“
19th of Fonic, 12 AVE.
Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.
“Well?” Irith‘s smooth voice echoed through their new royal quarters. “Satisfied?”
Dominax paced through the large chamber, as if assessing every inch. Rectangular in shape, the lounge held many places to sit and relax, intended to host any number of visitors that may be blessed with an opportunity to visit The God Emperor’s private apartments. Each of the four walls held a set of doors, while the center contained a shallow pool of heated water with steps descending into its modest depths. He turned to Irith, granting her a satisfied nod.
“A thank you would be in order. This required quite a bit of planning, you know,” she said with a playful smile as Arinax and Zela quietly explored on their own. “The girls of the harem had much to say about the furnishings and decor. Listen, and you might discover there is more to them than pretty bodies.”
“You need no praise,” he replied before pulling her into a kiss. “Show me the bedroom.”
Gesturing for him to follow she led him to the other side of the lounge. Where the first wall held the white reinforced main entrance to their private apartments, the opposite contained a pair of dark wooden doors that led to the royal bedchambers. The chamber that followed was double that of the lounge, its walls decorated with the banners of their House. A desk remained near the door, accompanied by two small beds intended for the twins. Yet it was the massive royal bed resting in the center of the far wall that demanded the attention of any who entered, its size fit for a God Emperor. A set of double doors lay on either side of the magnificent bed, open to the warm air of the evening as they led to the balcony that wrapped around the outside of The Grand Pyramid.
Dominax blinked, as if witnessing reality meeting a dream. He had stepped into the vision granted by the orb, every detail a perfect match despite purposely offering no input into the room’s design. Yet somehow the very bed he had witnessed now sat before him, a bed in which he was destined to die upon.
“My love?” her soft voice bled through his thoughts, her accent pouring like an elegant stream. The twins found their way inside, as if tailing their parents. “If you’re displeased, I’ll look elsewhere for inspiration.”
“No,” he broke in abruptly, more forceful than he intended. “No, it’s quite adequate. Perfect, even.”
Chuckling lightly, she took his hand in hers. “Perfect? It’s only a room. The true beauty comes from the view.”
Though he allowed her to lead him towards one of the open doors, his mind remained with his vision. So eager had he been to believe in its validity that he never considered how he’d feel when proof of his fate finally met him. A quiet death after a long reign, the world seized in his eternal peace. Of course, Dorian’s warnings couldn’t be ignored, despite his best efforts. To be mistaken in such things could lead to catastrophe.
He watched as Zela sped up to dash through the open door before them, while Arinax struggled to remain as close to his mother’s long legs as he could manage with each of her long strides.
Just as the bedchamber stood as proof of the validity of his vision, the boy himself was evidence of its falsity. How could such a timid prince possibly become the man of his vision, a worthy heir ready to accept the throne? He had seen him standing beside the bed, as powerful as he was wise, his hand clutching the sword with his father. He required that Arinax…not the scared child he saw as he looked down!
Could he be incorrect? Perhaps a grandchild rather than Arinax? He had sensed them…yet had his haste to believe in such a death misled him? Whatever the case, if he had but a chance to claim this dream, this potential fate, Arinax needed to change.
“I’ll forge you into a weapon, my son, a God of worth,” he thought to himself, watching as Arinax suddenly shot his weary gaze up to him.
His pondering had occupied mere seconds, just long enough for them to cross the room and step out onto the stone surface of the balcony, the highest tier of the subtly stepped pyramid, as each tier was just slightly smaller than the last to allow a surface to walk upon. Irith led him to the very edge, leaning upon the barrier that separated her from the steep drop as she looked down upon the city below.
“I could have never dreamed of such heights until I met you,” she said, holding his hand lovingly. “Our descendants shall gaze from this very spot, a family united in blood.”
Dominax took note of the view, seeing the upper-class buildings hugged by the outer walls. Beyond them lay the homes and shops of the ordinary population, fanning out from the gates of Domani towards the distant tree line itself in clusters of chaotic density. Each held a person, a family, a business, all relying upon his protection. When he dared to ponder just how many beings dwelled within the rest of The Empire, it was no wonder why the white strands of his hair continued to come steadily.
“Cendra‘s quarters are just around the corner,” Irith mercifully broke through his worries, gesturing towards the east. The balcony continued to wrap around the edge of The Grand Pyramid, allowing anyone permitted to walk to any of its four sides. “She and her future family will occupy the east wing of this level.”
“Such a family will arrive sooner than you know,” he replied, granting her a smirk.
After a moment she gasped, squeezing his hand. “She’s…are you certain?”
“I sensed the child myself.” He nodded, visibly satisfied.
“My love…that’s wonderful! I suppose Clin shall expect to move into her quarters.”
Dominax gestured in the opposite direction. “And Vixin’s are in the west wing?”
“Yes, and Nafalya in the north when she is old enough,” Irith explained before her blue eyes fell away. “Yet I must say, my love, you should have let me attend Vixin’s ceremony.”
He waved a dismissive hand. “There was no need, it was a minor matter. The boy has been dealt with, and we shall move on without a further word.”
“I’ll have a further word, Dominax,” she responded, her accent holding the lightest touch of defiance. “I should have been there to support her, just as I promised. Nothing in this world could allow me to imagine watching them take my child away, and I would have liked to be by her side.”
Dominax gritted his teeth, meeting her fierce eyes. “That shall never be asked of you. In any case, she endured the ceremony quite well, more so than I expected. You should place more faith in her.”
“Yet should she be forced to endure? You are free to give away your own children as you see fit, though to expect the same of your daughter seems…cruel.”
“Cruel? Cruelly would have been to request that the entirety of our family attend, only to force Vixin to realize yet again that Cendra would not be there,” Dominax replied forcefully, carefully spinning the conversation away from her point. “You know she’d have spurned her sister, and Vixin would have noted her absence. Better to keep the meeting simple.”
Irith considered his words, looking down from their dizzying height once more. “I’ll do what I can to rectify that situation, my love. You have my word that this family shall remain as solid as the stone we stand upon. Even still…the boy could have remained in the care of the harem. My girls are every bit as capable of raising him as The Sages.”
Dominax slowly pulled her closer, placing his hands upon her slim waist. To see her motherly conviction coaxed his arousal, and he kissed her deeply before pulling back. “Your efforts please me, Irith, though I see little that can be done to mend the rift between them. And though you’ve managed my harem more than adequately, the boy shall serve a far more useful purpose as a Sage than the ward of Slaves. My decision cannot be altered in this.”
Reluctantly she nodded, unwilling to argue further. “Very well, though I must say it’s a shame. He shared so many of your features, as if a tiny Dominax that I may cradle.”
Only the hints of a knowing smirk claimed his lips, just long enough for her to witness. Her expression hardened ever so slightly, and she moved to lean against the barrier.
“I never questioned who the father was, yet I know The God Emperor would never let a detail such as that go unfound. Was he a soldier? A servant? A slave? Such would explain your eagerness to rid yourself of the boy. Who claimed the purity of your daughter, Dominax?” she questioned, her accented words sliding like a viper.
“If you’d like to discover that, ask Vixin yourself. As you said, she’s only around the corner,” he said, gesturing towards the west.
“Yet I’ve asked you,” she replied just forcefully enough to avoid overstepping. “You must know. Whatever occurred in Kinia changed you, to be sure, though the same can be said of Vixin. Hardly a day goes by that I don’t spot her at your ear, nor the silent grins you share. Something occurred while you were away, and as your mate I deserve to know.”
Amused, Dominax studied her face, seeing the same unyielding strength that had first gained his respect. “You presume too much. Whatever information I grant you is done so out of my own kindness. Still…if I were to tell you, I may risk losing a sacred piece of my existence, a bond that can never be reforged.”
“You fear the truth will turn me away?” Irith said, her voice nearly sounding hurt. “Have I not proven myself after all these years? Birthed your children? Shared your bed? I’ve stood by you all this time, and now I only ask for the respect of honest words. If still you doubt my commitment, then perhaps I was mistaken not to ride away…”
Though her words struck like daggers of ice, he took her hands in his. The truth was a risk, of course, yet a piece of him was nearly curious to witness how she may react. “My love, you were not mistaken. You’ve allowed me to endure these years, and thus, I shall permit you the truth. Vow to me that none shall learn of what occurred until a time of my choosing, for though the world will come to understand it as natural, we are premature.”
Her face hardened, and even as she was surprised to hear him say that anyone could ‘allow’ him anything, she nodded with conviction. “I promise, my love. Whatever deed Vixin committed that’s so terrible, however you were involved, none shall hear it from me.”
“Very well. You seek the name of the man who sired my grandchild,” Dominax began, choosing his words carefully. Once spoken, the truth could never return to his lips, never be dragged from her awareness. “I sired the boy. No servant, no slave. Vixin became a woman through my own actions, a deed committed only through love. The result is traveling to Deci as we speak, far away from where he may undo us.”
Irith’s blue eyes widened, and she remained still for what seemed like an eternity. When she finally spoke, her words came as quiet as they were slow. “Many times have I witnessed you touch her in ways a father shouldn’t. I had hoped…well, I suppose I don’t know what I hoped…yet the signs should have been clear.”
Every second of delay felt as though she were squeezing his heart, his silver eyes searching for any sign of anger or disgust upon her face. “And now that you know?”
A sigh escaped her lips, and though she turned away, she did not seek the view of the city below. “Dominax…I’ve done my duty to pierce this veil you call your mind. So odd has it been, so different to an ordinary man, that I had always wondered if the bizarre workings of your mind might be required to aim as lofty as you do. Now I see I’ve failed to understand you, for if I had known you to be capable of such a thing…”
“Irith…”
She held up her hand. “No, my love, merely listen, for there has been something I’ve never dared to speak of.”
Unable to even begin to work out what possibly awaited him, a state of being he utterly despised, he made no move to interrupt as she gathered her nerve.
“You did not know my brother beyond whispers of his military accomplishments. I’ve spoken little of our parents, yet when nothing of our family remained but Enil and myself, we knew the only people in the world we could rely upon were each other.” A sadness coated her words, as if reliving her memories for the first time in over a decade. “With none but ourselves to trust…we grew closer…”
Taken by surprise, Dominax’s face began to harden. “I had been led to believe you retained your virginity.”
“No,” her reply came more harshly than she intended as she turned to him. “We never went so far…my love. You’re my first…yet we explored alternatives…”
Dominax nearly doubted his perception, a deep part of his mind wondering if his imagination had conjured her before him. “You’ve never spoken of such things.”
“To speak of one’s shame is no easy thing, for you of all people can relate. I was content to bury it in the past, to move forth with our future. Now it rises its head once more, and I can’t help but feel…curious.”
There was a flash within her eyes, the very beginning of a feeling. “Oh?”
“You can no longer lay your judgment at my feet if I admit I find such things…appealing.“
As if granted a treasure beyond equal, Dominax’s hard features found that they couldn’t keep the beginnings of a smirk from his lips. Where moments ago he had worried for the very future of his family, the wave of relief washing over him nearly toppled him from the balcony. “My love, if you intend to play a cruel joke…”
“I don’t joke, Dominax, I…speak the truth. There are moments where I am unable to keep such thoughts from my mind. Nights I am unable to find satisfaction…without the thought of a familial bond….”
A single moment lingered between them, the final barrier to hold them from becoming one, before Dominax nearly roared as he wrapped his arms around her and heaved her from the ground, spinning twice.
The prince and princess yelped in surprise, having been oblivious to their parents’ conversation. Zela giggled as her mother laughed, while Arinax backed away cautiously when she was placed back onto her feet.
“Dominax…” Irith said in surprise, before leaning in to kiss him. “How long I’ve waited to tell you…”
“Then we are more alike than I had thought. I believed myself plagued with an affliction, a calling towards my own kin, until I came to realize that such desires were as natural as the setting sun,” Dominax said, utterly pleased.
She laughed, releasing years of pent-up misgivings at holding in her secret. Deeds committed with Enil could no longer shame her, melting away like wax. “My love…surely you must realize that none may come between us. I am your Concubine Empress, your mate, an ally you never need to fear. We should delve into every aspect of our existence together.”
He hesitated, recalling the clawed blades of the four Arkos assassins that had nearly claimed him. “I promise nothing, only that I’ll try.”
“Good. Then tell me…if I may ask…how Vixin enjoyed herself,” Irith replied, acting far more reluctant than he had ever seen her. “That girl has become very dear to me, my love. You were right to suggest I try harder to be near to her.”
“Whatever I feel towards my own kin, it’s clear she inherited it all,” Dominax explained, feeling a warmth within his loins at his words. “There is truly nothing more intoxicating…more pure…”
Irith bit her lip, not bothering to conceal her interest. “Then my thoughts are proven once more, for there is little else that binds a family closer. Though Enil sought to preserve my virginity for a worthy male, we indulged in…other methods of pleasure. There were special moments to deepen our bond, nights where he’d…enjoy the sensation of my feet.”
A chuckle escaped Dominax, returning his hands to her waist. “Your brother was an odd man, for I would never have the strength to resist a sister as gorgeous as you,” he said, running his hand down her hip before reaching around to cup her rump.
She yelped, her blue eyes filled with arousal before she turned to watch the prince and princess quietly explore, ensuring they were safe from the edge. She then caressed his chest, sliding down until her palm found the growing bulge between his legs. “Dominax…the children…”
“Summon a slave. I’d say I’ve waited long enough to enjoy my new bed,” he commanded, his other hand finding her breast. “I’ll tell you every detail of our night in Deci, of Vixin’s moans.”
Irith nearly moaned herself, receiving a questioning glance from Arinax. “My love, perhaps we…”
“Yes?” He remained between her and the children, blocking their view.
An idea settled into her, and she slowly pulled away. “If you truly trust me, wait for me upon the bed.”
Though he moved to question her as she summoned the children to follow her into their quarters, he decided against it and allowed her to depart. She led them into the lounge, returning only after he had begun to undress.
“My slave will see they remain occupied until later tonight,” she said, stopping just inside the doorway to the balcony. Lingering, she finalized upon a decision and looked back as she proceeded to walk. “Grant me a moment more…for it’ll be worth the wait.”
Once again Dominax was left alone, watching her take a right as she passed through the open doorway. He stripped his one-suit from his body, finally claiming his place atop the bed of his visions.
Minute after minute passed by as he waited, his manhood proudly towering with anticipation. Soon the quiet air would be filled with her screams of ecstasy, the first lover of countless to drip atop the new bed.
The sun slowly began to touch the horizon, bringing forth an orange glow to blanket the city and ooze through the open balcony doors. She hadn’t been gone long enough to truly worry, yet his mind experimented with the possibilities that she intended to return with. Only when he heard footsteps quietly slapping against the stone balcony was the truth of her intentions made clear, for he turned to watch with surprise as Vixin stepped through the open doorway.
“Father?” the princess questioned as she entered, before her eyes grew wide at his exposed form. Her own body was veiled only in a thin black shroud that fluttered lightly in the open air, and she looked away in mock embarrassment just before Irith followed her inside. “By The Creator, I didn’t mean to-“
“It’s alright Vixin, there’s no need to pretend,” Irith’s soothing voice interrupted her false panic, placing a calming hand onto the younger woman’s arm.
“You said he wished to speak to me,” she replied, pulling the fabric closer around her as Dominax moved to sit on the edge of the bed with a grin of amusement.
“It wasn’t my desire to deceive you, child,” Irith said smoothly. “Yet there’s a matter the three of us need to deal with.”
“She’s aware of the true nature of your son,” Dominax broke in, doing nothing to conceal his hardened arousal. “Our son.”
Taken aback, Vixin half expected a knife to meet her neck as she turned to face Irith yet was shocked to discover a kind smile upon her stepmother’s pretty face. “Then you’re not…horrified?”
“On the contrary. Child, there is nothing upon all of Ayphieal more important than family, and you possessed the courage to seal your bond in the deepest manner possible. In a way, it’s quite beautiful…”
A silent breath of relief escaped Vixin’s lungs as she eased, only now realizing that a slight tremble had begun in her hands. “Your understanding is appreciated, and I hope for your discretion…my lady.”
“There is no need for such honors, child,” she said as she gently took the princess’s hands in her own. “In truth, I had hoped to summon you here to deepen our own bond. If you’re willing…I’d like you to spend the night here…with us.”
A rush of surprise traveled through Vixin, and she required a moment to ensure she understood the full implication of her request. Glancing to her father she found no comfort, for he remained perched atop the bed gazing down as if assessing his prey.
“You may leave if you desire, and we’ll put this moment behind us as if it were only a dream. Nothing shall change.” Irith leaned forwards, kissing her cheek with motherly care. “Yet I sincerely hope you’ll stay.”
The soft warmth of her lips felt like an inferno to Vixin, her skin remembering her touch long after it had departed. A moment as brief as a single breath nearly seemed to slow time, and she found her voice unable to escape her throat as she forced herself to nod.
Irith beamed with satisfaction, pulling her into an embrace before whispering into her ear. “Then we shall become a true family this night.”
Dominax stepped down from the bed to join them, placing his hands on their rumps. “Again, you prove your worth, my love. Come, show Vixin the value of her father’s mate.”
Her royal blood was boiling at the feeling of her stepmother’s form against her, dreading the moment she finally pulled away. When it occurred, she was granted a far greater prize, for Irith smiled with understanding before beginning to pull away her top. Vixin’s attention fell to her chest, watching as the other woman’s round breasts were revealed to her.
“One in your position should hardly be meek,” Irith said coyly as she once again took Vixin’s hands in hers. “These are his, and as his daughter you have a right to enjoy them yourself.”
Vixin’s breath seized in her throat as Irith guided her hands towards her chest, allowing her to cup her breasts softly. She felt her soft flesh beneath her fingers, igniting a burning lust between her royal thighs. Round and firm, the flawless gems of her father’s treasure. “Irith…”
Dominax chuckled at her visible arousal, moving his hand to unfasten the belt around Irith’s hips. “How rare it is to see you wordless. Let’s see what effect the rest of her takes upon you.”
She watched as his fingers finished their work, loosening the belt until Irith’s lower skirt tumbled to the ground, leaving her as nude as Dominax himself. Her silver eyes traveled over her curves, biting her lip with interest. Though she had witnessed her naked form during The Concubine Empress’s Week of Ardon before the birth of the twins, it was a far different matter to be the intended recipient of such a beautiful sight.
“Well? Why don’t you shed that shroud and join us in our natural state?” Irith’s exotic voice questioned. “There’s no need to be shy, as you’ve seen all of me.”
First looking to her father to receive a devious nod, Vixin reluctantly pulled her hands away from Irith’s delectable chest, her fingertips longing to return the instant they departed. She grabbed the hem of her shroud, only a simple garment to conceal herself when Irith had knocked upon her door, feeling the last lingering remnants of nervousness stripped away by Rosila’s training.
Slowly she began to pull, excitement tingling through her as she defied any instinct to remain hidden. Never again would she shy away from her desires, as the moment to prove her convictions arrived. The fabric slipped from her shoulders, tumbling lightly to the floor and leaving her royal body exposed entirely.
Deep blue eyes studied her feminine form, her skin bathed in the orange light of the setting sun. Irith took in every detail, with a motherly grin playing across her features.
“Such a gorgeous girl…” Irith stated as she turned to Dominax. “Your seed seems keen on producing only beauty.”
Vixin’s skin tinged as she felt Irith’s hands fall onto her hips, gently caressing her. For a moment she thought of Xenia, wondering what her mother would think to see her rival handle her daughter in such a way. A slight feeling of unease prodded her core, for she had nearly played a part in the woman’s undoing.
Dominax watched his mate caress his daughter, his arousal hanging heavily at the sight. He had chosen well, a lover fit to share his bed.
As Irith moved to take her hand a final time, Vixin stopped her as she guided her between her legs, pausing just short. “Irith, I lack experience with…other women…” she said, even as she thought of Rosila. The tongue, fingers, and cruel feather of her mistress had each had their turn, yet she herself hadn’t yet found the opportunity to enjoy the folds of another.
“This is a first for me as well, child. Don’t be afraid, for we’ll experience this together. The first of many for you, no doubt.”
The princess granted her a surprised look.
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you study our female servants and slaves. A mother always knows the true nature of her child.” Irith smirked.
“Mother?” The word brought an ache to her chest, as surprising to herself as it was faint.
“Of course, if you’ll allow it…” The Concubine Empress replied, unable to keep the hope from her tone.
The stab of emotion that struck Vixin deeply shocked her, bringing forth buried memories of Xenia. Her father’s training allowed her to stifle the flow quickly, though not before she met Irith’s gaze with the smallest hint of dampness to her silver eyes. The woman she had attempted to murder, offering forgiveness in a way she hadn’t realized she needed. “I think I’d like that…”
“Then come, let me wash away your fear,” Irith said with clear relief. She no longer felt resistance as she guided Vixin’s hand closer, allowing it to rest between her thighs.
The princess’s lips parted at the sensation, touching a vagina that wasn’t her own. Lust coursed through her, enflaming desires she had yet to bring fully to the surface. She felt the slick wetness of her labia, the essence of a female coating her fingers. Curiosity claimed her, sinking a single digit into her tightness. The womanhood of her father’s mate squeezed around her, a snug pussy that had birthed three of her siblings.
Irith closed her eyes, basking in the sensation before she leaned in and kissed her deeply, tasting her scent. When she pulled back, she moaned, seeing traces of Dominax in his daughter’s face.
“Come, let us delay no further,” he commanded as he held them close, hunger evident upon his face. They obeyed eagerly, following to join him as he mounted the oversized bed.
As he claimed the center and rested upon his back, his females kneeled on either side of him. Instinctively Irith took his cock in her hand, slowly stroking him.
“Come Vixin, show me your love for your father,” Irith requested, causing the princess to look down at the throbbing manhood on display. She bit her lip, before forcing any remaining reluctance from her mind as she leaned forwards.
Carefully she pressed his tip against her lips, inhaling the musk of his potency. She could nearly smell the sperm within him, a cock that had impregnated many.
To test herself she parted her lips, accepting his cock as she slid him into her mouth. Only a few inches were required before she found her limit, halting before gagging her inexperienced throat.
Dominax groaned as she attempted to please him, sliding in and out. In time she’d no doubt improve, yet the soft bliss of her mouth was more than adequate.
An aroused breath escaped Irith as she watched Vixin pleasure the cock that had sired her, the first real display of familial intercourse since she had lost Enil. To see her mate’s cock slide in and out filled her with more arousal than she had expected, unable to stop herself from moving her hand between her thighs.
Vixin slowly grew accustomed to his intrusion, allowing her to slide him deeper and deeper. She savored his taste, a part of her disappointed that he wasn’t covered in the juices of his most recent lover.
“Good girl,” Irith said as she caressed Vixin’s slim back with her free hand.
Though he never wanted to free himself from the lips of his precious daughter, Dominax craved much more of her. When he could no longer contain his hunger, he took her chin and guided her to slide his shaft from her mouth.
She made no move to disobey his silent commands, allowing him to move her onto her back as he positioned himself between her spreading legs. She released a pent-up breath as his manhood hung over her, waiting to claim her depths.
“Wait a moment, my love,” Irith said as she placed herself at Vixin’s side, sliding her hand up the princess’s thigh. She reached her waiting cunny, lovingly teasing her lower lips. “I wasn’t there for the night you lost your virginity, Vixin, yet I’m here for you now.”
Each movement of her fingers tingled through Vixin’s loins, taking great enjoyment in the touch of such a beautiful woman. Without shame nor hesitation she reached out to take Irith’s other hand, holding it more lovingly than she had thought herself capable.
Dominax replaced Irith’s fingers with his cock, sliding his shaft over her ready labia. Every inch of his being urged him to slide inside, to claim a pussy his own seed had created.
“Take her, my love,” Irith’s exotic words nearly dripped with anticipation, her cheeks flush with desire.
Nothing could prevent him from doing just that, for he pressed his tip to her vagina and began to push inside. Vixin squeezed Irith’s hand as he entered, groaning loudly.
Inch by inch he sank his cock into her squeezing depths, pushing until he met her cervix. Like a true Vaid she accepted him hungerly, making him proud as he pushed hard against her deepest wall.
“Fuck…” she moaned, feeling herself stretch around him. Her pussy squeezed him tightly, as if created for his cock.
A wave of pleasure seeped into Irith as she watched her lover claim his daughter, a forbidden act that was all but unthinkable to ordinary humans. Vixin’s hand quivered as he began to thrust, making slow, toe-curling love to his own offspring.
Their bodies felt as one, united in their shared blood as he moved in and out. He shifted to hold himself above her, dominating her as she moaned beneath him.
He could sense Irith’s arousal boiling over at the sight, matched only when he had filled her womb. She had revealed her true nature, one he could only smirk at with satisfaction.
“I’m here, Vixin. Let your…daddy use you…” she moaned, her words surprising even herself. For years she had attempted to ignore her urges, only now realizing just how much power they held over her.
Vixin turned her head to watch as Irith’s hand worked between her own thighs, hearing each wet movement of her fingers as she pleasured herself. Feeling her father with the sight of a woman coaxed her two strongest desires, as if rubbing both sides of a single coin.
Thoughts of his breeding project couldn’t be ignored as every instinct urged Dominax to fill her. He required Salduin to grant Vixin a legitimate child, yet each thrust made him yearn to repeat the mistake he had made in Deci.
She sensed his desires to knock her up, moaning in reaction. Her father wished to breed her, a fact that stirred her deepest satisfaction. Within moments she found herself clenching up, orgasming around his cock.
Irith felt her hand squeeze harder, and she removed her fingers from her own needy pussy to cup the younger girl’s cheek. The purity of a climax brought from kin caused her to lean forwards, pressing their lips together once more.
Lost in her pleasure, Vixin began to explore Irith’s mouth with her tongue, nearly unable to believe the reality she had been brought into. Each thrust felt electrifying, slamming hard.
The juices coating Irith’s fingers rubbed onto the princess’s face as she closed her blue eyes, their tongues dueling. She had never particularly been drawn to other women, at least no more than what was typical, yet she allowed herself to fall fully into the enticing pull of her stepdaughter. She’d love any daughter of Dominax as much as she loved him, taking pride at knowing her mate had sired such a perfect girl.
His will had begun to slip away, knowing his very nature wouldn’t allow him to pull free of her grasp. His cock’s purpose was to breed, even when plunged into his own offspring. Salduin requested time to think before he’d agree to his offer. Perhaps he’d grant him five moons to ponder the gift The God Emperor had laid before him.
“My love…” Irith said as she finally forced herself to separate from Vixin. “I can’t endure. Share us…make us mother and daughter as we bond over your cock…”
Feeling as though he were approaching his limit, Dominax was far from reluctant to drag out the night. Though the act of pulling himself free of his daughter’s embrace pained him, he pushed himself back to kneel between her legs.
An ache buried inside her loins tormented Vixin, feeling empty. Yet she eagerly moved aside, curious to watch her father fuck another woman as she allowed Irith to take her place.
Though Vixin waited with anticipation, Irith held no intention of leaving her out, and she pulled the younger woman onto her. “Come, he’ll take us together!”
Vixin yelped playfully as she was pulled, though willingly moved to lie atop her. The sensation of a female form beneath her caused a moan to slip from her mouth as they both spread their legs. Face to face, she watched pleasure wash onto Irith’s features as Dominax pushed forwards, sliding his cock inside.
Irith felt the slick wetness coating his shaft, unable to deny her enjoyment at knowing his daughter’s juices were now inside her. She moaned as she met her silver eyes with a motherly warmth.
Vixin felt her move beneath her with each thrust, feeling their breasts pressed against each other. Almost instinctively she began to hump her hips, grinding against the woman beneath her. “Fuck her, father…oohh…”
Dominax moved rhythmically, pounding into her familiar vagina. His gaze studied Vixin’s perfectly round rump as it remained on display, only serving to arouse him further.
He spanked her, his palm slapping against her right cheek. She yelped with surprise, only to moan as he grabbed onto her hips. A second spank forced a submissive whine to escape, her firm ass just soft enough to jiggle lightly.
Irith writhed like a pleasured goddess beneath her, his cock stirring her insides. This shaft…this weapon had granted her three children. It seemed as if her body craved more, desperate to receive the seed that had created her family.
Within minutes his expert movements forced Irith over her edge, clenching as she climaxed. Her mind drifted to Enil, nearly wishing he could witness her pleasure.
He pulled out of his mate, sinking his manhood back into his daughter as she groaned. Their juices mixed further, easing his entrance as he slipped inside.
There would always be a noticeable difference between the vagina of a Vaid and an ordinary human, even one as exceptional as Irith. Though her snug grip would be the envy of any man, the inhuman sensation of a Vagina sired from his bloodline would always outshine its competition. The subtle movements of internal muscles naturally milked him, her inner walls more refined and evolved to pleasure. If Rosila could train her to utilize her superior body…only The Creator himself could save any man she took to bed.
He caressed her rump, appreciating every detail of her perfectly feminine rear, as if assessing a priceless sculpture.
Vixin took deep gasping breaths as he once more pulled free, rotating his focus to Irith. Back and forth he pleasured them, two females under his mercy.
She watched the older woman moan beneath her, unable to keep a memory of Xenia from intruding. There was no rule to how she should feel, no guide to bring her thoughts to a satisfying end. The mother she had betrayed lingered within her, yet the opportunity to replace what she had lost groaned in lust under her. She’d want her daughter to survive, as she had always taught her, yet even under the care of her rival? The very cause of her execution? No answer came forth, and she clenched her eyes shut as she kissed Irith with the passion of a valued lover.
For a final time he freed himself from Irith’s embrace, sinking his cock deep into Vixin. She held onto her stepmother for support as he resumed his pounding, his hips rocking with precision.
Their arousal leaked onto the soft sheets of the bed, a reminder of their pleasure. There would be no end to the females that would find themselves screaming atop it, nor the illegitimate children conceived within its grasp.
A decision was required, his testicles aching to fill her. Salduin would receive his chance, yet for the moment…she was his. “I’m close…my flower! Prove yourself The Goddess of Fertility once more…”
“Yes…please…finish inside…” she moaned, her mind lost in the rhythmic slamming of his hips. She cared nothing for the risk their child presented, nothing for Cendra’s hypocritical judgment. Her only craving was to bear his baby, to receive the seed that had created her.
“My love…breed her…” Irith moaned, her womanhood quivering at the thought. “Breed your daughter…our daughter…”
A flare of emotion caught Vixin at her words, yet she spread her legs wider as if inviting him deeper, despite his length crashing against her limit. “I want to get pregnant…I want to be a mother again…ooohhh daddy…“
Her display of utter submission fueled Dominax further, slamming hard each time. His orgasm approached, ensuring there could be no going back. Every instinct forced his hips to buck, until…
An oozing moan flowed from his lips as he sank his cock fully into her, unleashing a flood of sperm directly against his daughter’s cervix. His legs shook, draining his consuming lust in powerful spasms that proved to nearly be painful.
Irith watched as Vixin’s silver eyes rolled back, her body climaxing at the sensation of his potent seed claiming her womb. She wrapped her arms around her and held her tightly, comforting her as she was inseminated. “Ooohh my fertile girl…let your father pour his love into you…”
He held himself firmly inside as he survived his pleasure, his fingers digging into the delicate skin of her rump. She convulsed around his cock, shuttering before she too allowed the intensity of her climax to fade.
Together, their breaths echoed quietly through the chamber, the flickering light of candles having replaced the sun. The warm night air flowed through the open doorways, a reminder of just how long their loins had dueled.
Carefully, reluctantly, he slid his cock from her well-used cunny, allowing a thick flow of cum to leak from her lower lips. It poured down to coat Irith’s labia, binding the two women in mutual satisfaction.
Dominax lowered himself to lie beside them as Vixin slid from atop Irith, nestling between her parents. Irith continued to hold her close, running her fingers lovingly through her silky black hair, an identical texture to Dominax’s.
The moment lingered as Irith listened to her soft breaths, urging her to rest. Her mind slowly drifted to Nafalya, wondering when her true blooded daughter would share Vixin’s fate. She’d be at her side just the same, helping her through the experience.
Dominax’s arm fell to hold them both, taking deep enjoyment in the aftermath of their sex. The insatiable hunger for his kin had momentarily been fed, yet it lurked like a waiting beast, always ready to reemerge.
“My love…my womb aches to be filled once more…” Irith muttered quietly, holding Vixin’s head against her breast. She was nearly tempted to push the seed coating her lower lips inside of her, a desperate urge that she fought to resist.
“Each legitimized heir tempts danger, Irith,” he replied, closing his eyes. “Beings of my blood are capable of wreaking untold destruction if not properly managed.”
“I know, Dominax…” she said with a hint of disappointment. “One can merely wish.”
“Indeed, and if the risk weren’t too great, there would be no end to the children I’d force from your womb,” he explained. “I’ve sired the exact number of heirs I require, four pillars to hold The Empire eternally. Or so I thought.”
She looked over to grant him a concerned look, yet he sensed her question rather than witnessed it.
“Each of my children holds a purpose. Four inseminations, four intended births, until the twins arrived.”
“Don’t claim you’d desire it any other way,” her words came defiantly, a mother eager to defend her children.
“Of course, yet I find little use in Zela. The four branches of The Vaid Dynasty are coming into fruition, yet what of her? The girl holds no purpose,” Dominax explained callously.
Irith shook her head. “No, my love, you’re wrong. All our children hold a purpose. Even little Zela.”
***
“She’s the one.”
Zela’s small silver eyes fluttered open as she was ripped from her sleep by the sound of a voice, causing her to sit up in her bed. As she scanned her surroundings she saw little through the darkness, with the silent night air only interrupted by the soft breaths of her parents from their bed.
“Sense her blood.”
Her tiny body was startled by another voice, different from the first. She looked around once more, finding nothing. Beside her rested her brother’s bed, and she peered closer. He appeared fast asleep, his chest rising and falling calmly.
“The silver vessel…the mother…”
Heartbeat quickening, she pulled the fine sheets closer to her in terror, the voice once again different, yet all three sounded as though they stemmed from many throats. She trembled, unable to see their source.
“We are premature.”
Unable to contain herself a moment longer, Zela burst into tears, crying out. Within moments she heard the rustling of her parents’ sheets, watching a shadow dash from their bed with blinding speed towards her. She looked up to see her father standing over her, his glowing silver eyes searching for any sign of danger as she continued to cry.
“Zela?” Irith questioned as she joined him, already bending over to sweep their daughter from her bed. She looked to Dominax for an explanation, though he could provide none.
The young princess continued to weep in her mother’s arms, and Irith began to sooth her as she spoke softly.
“All is well, child…” she said, holding her close. “You must’ve had a nightmare.”
Zela shook her head in response, unable to find her words.
Irith rocked her gently before she made her way towards the royal bed. “It’s alright child, come, you can sleep with us.”
Dominax’s eyes continued to glow as he remained vigilant, yet he nodded to her and sat down at his desk.
“My love?”
He dismissed her with a wave. “Go on, you two may rest. I’ll remain awake a while longer.”
She nodded in understanding, taking Zela to bed. She took her place by Vixin’s form, receiving a questioning look that she merely shrugged at.
Dominax watched over them as they settled, his eyes vigilant as he sought whatever danger had disturbed the princess while Irith and Vixin held her close.
Zela finally allowed the pace of her heart to slow, safe in her mother and sister’s arms.
When all had settled, she finally allowed herself to drift back into sleep.
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