Vaid Empire: Conquest
Chapter 50
24th of Fonic, 12 AVE.
Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.
“Clin…h…help me!”
The voice of his mother came forth from his feet, familiar words of a familiar nightmare. She’d be pinned beneath a tree branch, he knew, fighting to keep her head above the water licking at his ankles. The skin of his small hands would be cut and bruised from his attempts to free her; minor wounds burned into his memory forever.
“Help…y…your mother…my boy…”
Five words repeated countless times on countless nights. The screams of their victims echoed in the distance, decades unable to dull them.
“C…Clin…I’m not strong enough…”
The final words she’d utter. Now he’d turn his head and glimpse Hesin through the trees, watching them, the murderers of his innocence.
Yet as he turned, Clin was surprised to discover…nothing. No Hesin, no accusing eyes. Where the boy had stood all those years ago, returning each night his memory deemed it necessary to torment him, he instead found nothing more than rainforest.
Confused, he began to look around, uncertain how to proceed in his altered dream. So static and accurate had his nightmares been that the young Hesin’s presence had nearly become comforting, a companion to witness the terrible deed that must come next.
His eyes fell upon the tiny pheromone lures placed every few yards, lining the short distance from the camp of Hesin’s tribe to the mouth of the cave. True to his memory, he saw the deep claw marks in the wet, swampy mud, reminders of the horrid creature they had knowingly coaxed forth. Its vile roars continued to ring out through the trees, each chilling Clin to his bones.
Uneasy, he knew what must come next, never forgetting the sounds of her struggle as he had pushed her head below the water’s shallow surface. Yet when he turned, hoping to find the end of the nightmare, he suddenly stepped back in surprise as he found his mother standing before him, free of the branch. His foot slipped in the wet mud, sending him splattering onto his back. The mud and water soaked his clothes, feeling more real than ever before.
Peering down as she stood over him, towering above his young frame, a wild smile split across her face. Her hand fell upon her stomach, round with a pregnancy he had never witnessed upon her thin form. When she spoke, his heart dashed within his small chest, uttering Cendra‘s voice rather than her own.
“What a tragedy it is, for children to abandon their parents. I wonder if yours shall remain when black sand buries your bones…my love…” she said before laughing, only for a coughing fit to seize her lungs. She began to choke, a wet gurgling sound coming from deep within her throat. Then he watched in terror as water poured from her open mouth, her hands grasping at her neck as she fought to breathe.
Eyes bursting open he was ripped from his nightmare, midway through his own scream.
“Calm, my love! Calm…” Cendra said as she continued caressing his head, her hand now real. “It’s alright…”
“Where…” he began, breathing hard as he gripped her wrist, eyes darting around the dark room. Reality slowly reclaimed him, each panting gasp less frantic than the last. The dim moonlight lightly trickled through the glass of the doors on either side of their bed, their personal chambers a copy of The God Emperor‘s own.
Her hand broke free of his grasp when it eased, resuming her gentle strokes as she calmed him. “You were shouting in your sleep.”
“I…” His hammering heart slowed, and he allowed his muscles to sink back into the sheets. “I had hoped we’d enjoy a few more nights uninterrupted. Apologies, Cendra. I…can’t-“
She quieted him with a hush, lying close. “I’ll open the doors; the air will help.”
“No,” the word burst from his mouth. “No, don’t leave. Please.”
Frowning, she leaned over to kiss his cheek.
He began to rub his eyes, feeling far more tired than he had before they went to sleep. A sigh oozed from his lungs, years of exhaustion floating to the surface. “I can’t…endure this, wondering every night if the past will seize me. How could anyone? I can’t…Cendra…”
A quiet claimed the chamber as she reached down to clasp his hand, pulling it to her bare chest. When she finally spoke, her grip tightened. “I want to help you, to free you from whatever terrible things lurk within your memory, though I don’t…know how. Yet if you attempted to focus on the future…perhaps the past would slip away.”
He felt her move his hand, her skin softer than anything upon Ayphieal. She stopped when they reached her midriff, pressing his hand firmly against her stomach. For a moment he remained still before turning his head to face her. Slowly he raised his brows, watching her nod.
“There was no doubt of the outcome…yet I can sense him now, our deed taking root,” she said quietly, her silver eyes glimmering in the darkness. “I wish you could feel it as I do, to sense the mind of our child. It’s so early…yet he’s there…inside me.”
A twitch ran through his finger as he held her flat belly, his heart once more beginning to quicken. “Cendra…”
She smiled at his speechless state before laughing in surprise as he pulled her into a deep kiss. She closed her eyes, taking in his scent.
When they separated, he once more found her belly, pressing firmly as if it may slip from his grasp. Surprise struck him a second time as he replayed her words. “He?”
“You’ve put a prince in my belly, my love.” She nodded. “He’s so young, so new, almost nothing…yet I feel the beginnings of his consciousness growing within me.”
For a brief moment Clin’s features lit up, forgetting his dream, forgetting himself, before his smile dimmed as he remembered who he was. A light chuckle escaped him. “Are you certain…he’s mine?”
“Of course, you ass!” she replied with a smirk. “Your seed has taken its claim, Clin. Your prince grows within The God Emperor’s daughter. No doubt my father shall seek to reward you.”
He cared little for ‘rewards’, already lost in thought as satisfaction overtook her expression. Slowly he lowered his gaze, releasing a tired breath.
“Are you not pleased?” she asked when she broke free from thoughts of legacy, caressing his cheek. “Surely you can’t tell me now that you regret our first night together. That’s…cruel, Clin…a fate I couldn’t-“
“I’m pleased, Cendra…more than I can express,” he said, pulling her close. The memory of the nightmare clung to his mind as he shut his exhausted eyes. He felt as though his chest may collapse, that his flesh would sluff from his bones. “I want to enjoy this, more than anything, I do. Yet what if I’m…far too ruined to be a father?”
Wrapping her arms around him, she pressed her head to his, sensing the emotions threatening to overtake him. “Listen closely, my love. This world is hard on people. It forces many to their knees, and some lower. That’s what we’re fighting to correct, why you fight, is it not? Good, strong men crumble beneath the trials hurled upon them by chaos, yet if you continue to fight…to endure…our children may find themselves born into a world free of tragedy. A world of peace.”
Remaining still for a moment, he swallowed his building emotion before kissing her once more. “Then I’ll fight until my last breath.”
With her breath momentarily catching in her chest as she felt his arms squeeze around her, she released a quiet chuckle before closing her eyes. Bare forms pressed tightly together, they allowed sleep to reclaim them.
35th of Fonic, 12 AVE.
Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.
Vixin dipped her toe into the water of the pool nestled around the throne, balancing nimbly on one foot. Just cool enough to be refreshing, she pondered if she’d have enough time to swim. Her father’s messenger had offered no approximations of when he’d arrive, only stating that she was expected in the throne room.
Despite the minutes ticking by, she found it impossible for boredom to take hold, for the view offered ample entertainment. Her gaze traveled around the chamber, catching sneaky glances from the harem girls as they lounged about. Some giggled as she spotted them, their eyes lingering just long enough to spark her interest before turning away.
She chose her targets well, taking her own concealed glances. With no inch of fabric to conceal them, she found a banquet of alluring sights, her silver eyes traveling over the curves of her father’s many lovers.
The sound of doors opening claimed her attention, causing her to straighten up. Through a side entrance The God Emperor marched into the chamber, flanked by Rosila and a younger girl she didn’t quite recognize. A child younger than Arinax rested in Rosila’s arms, and Vixin realized her heart was quickening with each step her Mistress approached.
“Vixin,” Dominax greeted her with a grin when they reached her. He gestured to the girl beside him, roughly Nafalya‘s age. “I’d like you to meet Yisi, daughter of our Lady Rosila here.”
Surprised, Vixin studied the girl quickly. She shared the same long flowing hair of her mother, as black as the void rather than Rosila’s brunette coloring. Though she was dressed in a skirt typical of girls who have yet to reach maturity, it was already clear that she’d grow to become a beautiful woman in the coming years, much like Nafalya. Yet her face struck Vixin most of all, for though she shared traces of Rosila, there was no doubt of who sired her, as Dominax placed his hand onto her slim shoulder.
“Go on, Yisi. Show our imperial princess proper respect,” Rosila commanded.
In response she bowed before meeting Vixin’s eyes. “My lady.”
The girl’s gaze caused Vixin’s chest to tighten, yet she bit her tongue and nodded dutifully.
“I require a task of you, my flower. Rosila and I must see to a matter in the west tower, a task that holds no place for children,” Dominax explained as he caressed the back of Yisi’s head, nearly as if seeking to provoke a reaction from Vixin. “In their mother’s absence you’ll look after them. I’m sure there is much you and Yisi can discuss.”
Vixin Felt her cheeks blush, feeling an odd sensation at facing two clear siblings she had never met, even if one was still young enough to cling to her mother. “Father, would a slave not be better suited? I know little of how to care for-“
“Then you’ll learn. The ‘Goddess of Fertility’ should know how to look after children. In any case, I’m certain Yisi here will behave. Simply treat them as if they were your sisters,” he said, taking particular enjoyment in his final word.
Though nervous, she finally nodded before gesturing to the younger girl. “Very well, father. And this one is…?”
“She shares my name,” Rosila replied, moving to pass the child to the princess. “Treat them well, and I may reward you during our next training session.”
Ignoring a tingle of memory, Vixin accepted the child into her arms, holding the product of her father’s dalliance.
Rosila cupped Yisi’s chin, her voice far sterner than Vixin had ever heard. “Behave, girl. I’ll return in the morning.”
Without another word Vixin watched her mistress take Dominax’s arm before they departed together. She glanced to Yisi, wondering what exactly she was expected to do.
***
Lalian felt the heat of the liquid as he poured it into the shallow wooden bowl, filling it before moving to the second. Finished, he inhaled the mist rising above both bowls, testing the smell before picking them up. Each were carved to fit comfortably into his green palms, requiring little effort to handle as he moved to push open the door with his shoulder. He followed the narrow hall, stepping out onto the balcony.
The two towers on either side of The Grand Pyramid’s entrance had finally been completed, lording over the city below. It didn’t take long after he moved his personal apartments into the top levels of the west tower for the title ‘Tower of The Lanthian’ to spread throughout Domani, a name he didn’t find particularly flattering.
Though the balcony circled to wrap around the entirety of the tower, he found Felza siting just beside the door, right where he had left her. Carefully he handed her a bowl, doing his best to avoid spilling. “It’s meant for Lanthian tongues, though I’m certain it’ll taste just as well to a human.”
Seated in a chair beside his own, she accepted the drink before tilting it to her lips. Though each morning she was forced to sit nude beside the throne, a trophy on display, she now pulled the shroud Lalian had allowed her to use each evening around herself, holding her heavily pregnant belly. “That’s…quite good.”
“Language, my lady,” he reminded her politely. Of what use were their sessions if she didn’t practice what he taught her?
She sighed, switching from her native language to that of the imperial tongue, repeating herself. Though her words came slow, she had learned much from him during their short time together. “Does it remind you of home?”
Pausing after sitting down, he granted her a nod while lowering his eyes.
“I’ve heard very little of your lands, though some sources say all male Lanthians are…” she began, searching for the translation.
“Slaves,” he added quietly.
Seeing his clear reluctance, she lowered the bowl. “Ah. Well, I suppose you can take comfort in knowing they shall fall beneath The Empire.”
Though her words flowed in a clumsy trickle, he was pleased to see just how far she had come. Her training had been intensive, of course, as a future Queen Regent would be expected to know the customs of The Empire. “One can only hope. Perhaps we should start by discussing the hierarchy of The Sa-“
“Don’t you want revenge?” she cut him off bluntly. “On your old masters, I mean.”
He opened his mouth to reply, but instead turned to look out across the city as his expression fell. His words came in her native tongue, heavy from his lips despite the elegance of her language. “More than you can possibly know. To see them toppled from their perches, their self-serving pride stomped beneath the legion, I-” He stopped, seeing the look of surprised curiosity upon her face. “Apologies, my lady, I…shouldn’t speak of such things.”
“No, go on!” she encouraged him with a grin.
He raised his hand gently. “No no, I’m sorry. Please, let’s return to today’s lesson.”
Shrugging, she relaxed in her chair before they both heard a knock upon the door. Confused, he gestured for her to remain seated as he rose, expecting no visitors. He hurriedly walked through the hall, unlatching the door to the stairwell.
“Master?” he asked as he found Dominax and Rosila on the other side of the door before quickly bowing. “Please, come inside.”
“A being such as yourself shouldn’t bow, Lalian,” he replied as he stepped inside the cramped hall. “You’ve more than proven yourself to me. Still, where’s my prize? You’ve chosen this hour for Felza’s lessons, have you not?”
Confused, he nodded before leading them towards the balcony. “She’s just over here, though we’ve hardly had time to start today. Is she needed elsewhere?”
“No, my friend, she’s exactly where I want her,” Dominax’s deep voice echoed through the hall before the trio emerged onto the balcony.
Felza quickly stood, bowing despite her protruding belly. In confusion she eyed Rosila, pulling the shroud tighter around her body.
“Ah, then we’re prepared to begin,” he said, starting to explain before either could question him. “We near the end of your pregnancy, near the day Kinia shall have a worthy king. I can sense him within you, a being of value.”
She bit her lip as he pulled open her shroud, placing his hand onto her round belly. Valued only for her womb, she parted her lips subtly in arousal as she met his eyes. “Your son grows…strong within me, your holiness.”
“You’ve taught her well, Lalian, though I held no doubt in you. Should you choose to join us tonight, I’d be proud to have you at my side.”
Though momentarily speechless at the praise, he gathered a hold on himself. “Join you in what, exactly?”
An insidious smirk crept across Dominax’s face. “Think to the night that resulted in her pregnancy. I know you haven’t forgotten, my friend.”
His cheeks flushed deep green. Even without his accursed flawless memory such a night would still be burned into the very depths of his mind, remembering every second he had watched The God Emperor’s seed ooze heavily from Felza’s womanhood.
Rosila clasped her hands behind her back with a devious smile. “You were there at his side when he conceived a king, and now he seeks to have you there when he grants me my final child.”
Stunned, Lalian felt his breath catch in his throat. “Does she…speak the truth?”
“Indeed,” he confirmed, placing his hand onto Felza’s waist. “As for the future Queen Regent, escort us to your private chamber, and you’ll discover the reach of my generosity.”
Uncertain how to proceed, a moment was required for Lalian’s quick mind to awkwardly jolt him forwards. “V…very well…please follow me.”
They didn’t delay, trailing him as he led them back inside. He found the door along the narrow hall, opening it to reveal a chamber containing a wide bed against the far curved wall. Shelves lined all other walls, each brimming with wooden slabs, message cylinders, and scrolls made of parchment, each neatly organized and labeled. Odd trinkets dotted the room, each with an intended place, polished without a hint of dust. Of course, the volume of writings and designs within the room fell as nothing compared to his private library and new workshop resting upon the two levels above them, yet he nearly felt a sense of pride as Dominax scanned the room with curiosity.
“You’ve been quite busy,” The God Emperor remarked, though before Lalian could reply his eyes fell onto Rosila as she allowed her tiny loincloth to fall to the floor, revealing what little had been hidden. Dominax chuckled, moving behind her. He reached around to cup the underside of her round breast. “You enjoy the sight of her, I can see. Save your reluctance for court, for you’ve earned refuge from my judgment.”
Lalian watched as he lightly rubbed her nipple, causing her to chuckle. Slowly he forced himself to nod. “Yes, my lord. She’s…quite beautiful.”
Satisfied, Dominax moved to Felza, pulling away her shroud until it toppled to the floor. Entirely nude, the pregnant future queen made no move to conceal herself, instead placing her hand on his arm with visible arousal. “And of her?”
Once more he watched his hand move, falling to rub her pregnant belly. The sight poured lust through him, knowing his master had impregnated her. “They are both…visions of beauty…”
Accepting his answer, Dominax gestured a command to Rosila. Obediently she moved to begin undressing him, removing his one-suit before he joined them in nudity. Again he commanded her, and she approached The Lanthian.
“Your holiness, I-” he began to say as she undressed him, removing his cloak. Instead, he remained silent, looking to Dominax with trust as she removed his tunic. The last to be exposed, he half-heartedly covered his manhood with his hand, before giving in and allowing his hands to fall at his sides after a reassuring nod from Dominax.
Each of them prepared, their ruler gestured to both women. “Lie upon the bed.”
Not quite able to speak, Lalian watched as they followed the command, as Rosila guided Felza. At the other woman’s gesture, she spread her legs to match Rosila.
Lalian remained unable to look away, two gorgeous females presenting themselves in his bed. Already he felt his green manhood hardening, desire coursing through his veins.
“Go on, my friend. You watched as Felza fell pregnant, and now you’ll enjoy her properly,” Dominax insisted with a smirk. He then moved to mount the bed, claiming his spot between Rosila’s thighs.
“Are you…certain?” he asked, cautiously joining them upon the bed. Every instinct urged him forwards, yet he moved gradually.
“I’ve taken what I sought in her. Now that she carries my child, of what concern would I hold?” Dominax explained bluntly, sliding his hands up Rosila’s thighs. She moaned as he found the alluring valley between her legs, already beginning his skillful work. “Come, delay no further and accept my gift, or leave us to continue. I’ll never force your hand in this, my friend.”
Unable to resist, thinking of the moment he had witnessed in Privin at his side, Lalian accepted his place. He moved between Felza’s spread legs, his cock already aching from anticipation.
Pleased, Dominax slid his fingers from Rosila, feeling her slick eagerness before lining up his tip. Lalian watched her whisper into his ear before he straightened up and plunged into her depths. He heard her groan loudly as his master struck her cervix, hilting her as deeply as possible.
Utterly aroused at the sight, Lalian placed his hands onto Felza’s thighs, uncertain how best to proceed. He gazed into her eyes, receiving a seductive look as she nodded. He reached down, feeling her labia, attempting to tease her as he listened to each thrust of Dominax’s hips.
Looking over, The God Emperor frowned as he observed his fumbling attempts to arouse her. He reached over, moving aside the man’s green fingers as he began fondling her.
Watching closely, Lalian waited patiently as Felza squirmed, Dominax’s expert touch seeming to know exactly where to caress. She moaned as if matching Rosila’s enjoyment.
Once more soaked in juices, he pulled away to return his full attention to his lover, only to feel Felza’s hand reach over to touch him. He looked over at her and found a pleading gaze.
“Lalian…can you request that I have a moment with him?” Felza said in her native language, her voice dripping with desire. “Only a moment, for I wish to feel the father of my son…”
Taken aback, Lalian watched as Dominax granted him a questioning look, knowing he couldn’t delay. “She asks…if you’d grant her a…moment,” he repeated, feeling embarrassment spread across his features.
“Yes…allow her to…ahhh…feel this conquering cock!” Rosila added, enjoying every inch of his length.
He granted her a final deep thrust before pulling himself free, straightening up. “Very well. I shall prepare your gift, yet she’s yours for the night.”
Obediently, albeit with shame coating his cheeks, Lalian moved to switch places. Dominax settled between Felza’s legs while both Lalian and Rosila turned to watch.
Lalian bit his lip as he watched Dominax push forwards, sliding deeper than he’d ever be capable. Felza cried out, pleasure filling her gasps as he moved in and out.
Dominax placed his hand upon her belly, his hips moving slowly as to avoid harming the child within her. He caressed her, having conquered her body with his seed.
Seeing Lalian’s expression of humiliated arousal, Rosila sat up to face him. Using a finger upon his chin she slowly turned his head towards her, meeting his green eyes. “Feel no jealousy, Lanthian, but pride. Pride in serving a master capable of pleasuring her, pride in how you’ve assisted him all these years. When he failed in the past, you played your part. Where you fail, he’ll play his,” she said, reaching over to begin slowly stroking his green cock. She then leaned in close, whispering in his ear. “He speaks to me, you know. I’ve heard of the respect he holds for you. Trust him to assist you in return.”
Breath catching in his throat at her touch, Lalian made no move to stop her, nor could he force himself to if he wished. Her words drifted through his mind, taking hold as conflicting emotions flowed to the surface. “I…I will…”
“Good boy.” She grinned, gesturing for him to watch. Together they heard Felza’s cries of passion, saw her firm breasts jiggle with each thrust. Dominax made slow, deep movements as he pushed in and out, holding her belly like a trophy.
Finally, Felza’s body seized up, convulsing as she orgasmed hard. Dominax forced himself fully inside, holding there as she quivered through her climax. When it slowly faded, he pulled himself free, her pussy appearing empty at his absence.
With only a smirk he gestured for Lalian to take his place, allowing them both to resume their original pairings. Rosila moved to kiss him, aroused at the sight of her God Emperor bringing another female to orgasm. “Fuck me, your holiness…for my womb craves to swell like hers…”
More than eager to oblige, he pushed her onto her back once more, laying his shaft between her legs. A whine escaped her lips, her body nearly begging for his cock.
Lalian watched him slide inside as if in a trance, only to break away with a surprised breath when Felza’s foot caressed his needy manhood. She parted her legs further, lying back like a pregnant goddess permitting his approach.
He moved closer, positioning himself between her legs. Waiting for a nod of permission from her, he released the air trapped in his lungs when she granted it, nervously maneuvering his cock forwards. His green tip pressed between her folds, feeling the wetness Dominax’s cock had summoned.
Finally, no longer capable of holding back his desire, he pressed forwards. With little resistance his small manhood slid inside, forcing a whine to escape his lips as their loins met. He easily hilted her, hearing only a minor groan from her lips. Fully inside, unable to reach her cervix, he began to pump his hips.
Dominax and Rosila chuckled as they heard his moans before a deep thrust from The God Emperor’s cock stole her attention once more. Rosila moaned beneath him, never finding more satisfaction than each time he filled her.
Lanthian and human, they both rocked their hips against their lovers, the bed beginning to groan at each movement as if unaccustomed to the forceful movements of breeding.
Lalian’s cock burned with pleasure, his green lips parted in ecstasy as Felza released soft moans beneath him. There was no need to be cautious, knowing his cock could never harm the baby growing within her womb.
“Get me pregnant…your holiness!” Rosila begged, caressing her breasts. “You’ve seen the beauty of Yisi…a worthy daughter! Please…allow me to bear another!”
Her words forced both men to quicken their pace, for Lalian’s arousal threatened to overtake him. He reached out, moving to caress Felza’s pregnant belly as he attempted to imagine that she carried his child. He wished for her to birth his baby, a thought that forced him to moan loudly as he no longer cared to contain his enjoyment.
Then, slowly, Rosila’s words seeped back into his mind. “When he failed in the past, you played your part. Where you fail, he’ll play his.”
Looking down at the round bump of her stomach, Lalian’s mind worked overtime. He could never impregnate a female, never sire a child. He had desired such a thing so entirely, yet…
“Trust him to assist you in return,” the memory of her seductive voice repeated through his quick mind, replaying over and over.
Slowly, nearly reluctantly, he allowed the fantasy of his child inside Felza to fall away. Then, caressing her once more, he acknowledged to himself that Dominax’s child grew within her.
Biting his lip, he felt a flow of arousal course through him, bucking his hips wildly. The God Emperor’s seed had claimed her, something he could never accomplish. His jealousy rose, then to his surprise, began to dissipate into an aura of arousal.
With little hint of skill, he pounded into her, receiving moans from his temporary lover as he slid in and out with maddening desire. The child was Dominax’s, the son of his…friend. He felt a wave of pleasure, building until…
“Ooohhh Goddess…” Lalian cried out, his green body shaking as he orgasmed. He attempted to bury himself as deeply as possible, struggling to breath.
Amused, Dominax slammed into Rosila with an expert rhythm, requiring little time before her back arched with a scream. Enthralled by his cock, she convulsed, her eyes momentarily rolling upwards before her climax faded.
“Thank The Creator…for your magnificent cock…” she groaned, pulling him closer. “My womb is ready…it craves your seed…”
Panting hard, Lalian reluctantly slid his manhood from Felza’s embrace, granting her a look of gratitude. She merely chuckled, reaching down to tease her lower lips.
“I’ve watched over Vixin all these years…” Rosila muttered. “Grant her a sibling! She’s divine…blossoming just as you had hoped!”
“Then you’ll…ahh…be rewarded,” he said firmly, slamming in and out.
“Yes! Fill me with your blessed child! Your…ahhh…worthy offspring!” she nearly screamed, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Cum inside…ooohhh please cum inside me!”
Finally, he drove his shaft hard against her limit, pulling her close as he unleashed his seed. His spurting seed poured into her fertile embrace, causing her toes to curl as she was forced over the edge once more.
“D…Domi…nax…” she struggled to mutter, her mind and body seized by pleasure. He remained placed against her cervix, knowing she’d no doubt be bruised by sunrise.
Together Lalian and Felza watched as she caressed herself to the sight of him breeding another female. Her future son would have yet another sibling, her gaze nearly envious despite her already pregnant state.
Lalian trembled in the aftermath, hearing Dominax grunt as he slowly removed his cock. Sperm oozed in a heavy flow from her filled lower lips, pouring onto the bed. He marveled at the inhuman quantity of viscous liquid, as what little of his watery secretions he had managed to spill into Felza would not drip forth.
Satisfied, Dominax reached down to spread Rosila’s labia further, causing more to leak. He chuckled, caring little as it soaked into Lalian’s sheets.
Unable to help himself, Lalian leaned forwards to grant a kiss upon Felza’s swollen belly. He met her eyes, giving her an apologetic expression through his pleasure-addled mind. “Thank you…my lady…”
***
Vixin sat upon the edge of the pool within the lounge of her private apartments, utterly perplexed at what she should do. Yisi sat quietly beside her, dragging her foot through the water.
Together they watched Rosila the younger as she energetically explored the chamber, ensuring she didn’t fall into the water. Somewhere in the distance Vixin could sense The God Emperor’s pleasure as he made no move to conceal it, causing a light red to claim her cheeks.
“May I…ask you a question, my lady?” Yisi quietly asked, peering into the shallow depths.
Taken off guard, Vixin broke from her thoughts. “Hmm? Ah, yes, of course. Ask me anything you’d like.”
Though hesitant, the quiet girl turned to face her. “What’s he…like?”
“He?”
“Your father,” she explained further, the word ‘your’ nearly sounding strained. “Is he…a kind man?”
“Well, he certainly can be, when his mood allows it,” Vixin replied carefully.
A flash of what might have been disappointment crossed her face, though she returned to look down into the pool. “Do you…know where he sleeps? What he likes to eat? Does he enjoy music?”
“What in the creator’s name have you forced me into?” Vixin thought to herself, looking upon the girl with pity. She’d have asked the same questions had their positions been swapped. “I…believe it might be best to simply ask him yourself. I could bring you to him, if you’d like.”
Yisi shook her head. “My mother says we’re forbidden from becoming a nuisance to him. Better to keep a distance and hope his favor falls upon us, else we risk becoming a threat to your family.”
Biting her lip, Vixin gently caressed the girl’s slim back, feeling guilt pouring through her. Only the persistence of Xenia had placed her atop The Grand Pyramid while countless others lay scattered throughout The Empire. Sons of farmers, daughters of nobles and slaves alike. She could sense her father’s spiritual bonds linking to thousands of offspring, yet she had been accepted into House Vaid. “Yisi…you should know that The God Emperor loves his children. All of his children, more than he dares to admit. Though he displays his affection towards us in ways many will never understand, sometimes seeming cruel…know that he holds each of us in his heart.”
The girl pushed a long black strand of hair from her face as they watched her younger sister stumble about. The toddler’s intentions seemed to outpace her tiny steps, and before long she tumbled to the floor in a heap.
Instinctually Vixin jumped up, rushing to scoop the child in her arms as she worked to quiet her crying. Upon realizing what she had done as she rocked her gently, she quietly smiled to herself. “Goddess of Fertility after all…”
Yisi watched as she returned to her place at her side, holding the child close.
“Yisi,” Vixin began, feeling an urge to speak without quite knowing if the words would come to her. “You always have a place here, within my home. Despite what your mother says, we’re family.”
Finally, she turned to face her once more, and Vixin saw the beginning of a smile for the first time. “I’d like that…”
50th of Fonic, 12 AVE.
Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.
“Fire meets lightning, the duality of our House,” Dominax’s voice rang out.
Each precise footstep echoed quietly throughout The Chamber of Deliverance as Cendra and Vixin circled the center, their blades prepared to strike. Two imperial princesses mirroring each other’s movements with anticipation, appearing deadly as they waited.
“Come, why delay?” Cendra waved her sword as if coaxing her sister forwards. Though her lips curled into a smirk, her eyes blazed with an eager anger simmering beneath the surface. “I’ve heard you’ve trained your blade against father when you weren’t otherwise…occupied. Show me.”
Unwilling to be lured into a mistake, Vixin maintained her guard as she continued to match her steps. Only when she found the opportune moment did she seize the initiative, hurling herself forwards until their training blades clashed.
Dominax studied them closely as he stood to the side, sensing as they utilized their powers to enhance their speed and strength. The loud ringing of metal sliding against metal reverberated through the air each time their swords met, moving quicker than an ordinary human could possibly hope to achieve.
Their struggle broke after mere seconds as they mutually spun to escape each other’s reach, once more raising their weapons into a defensive position.
“Not quite as clumsy as I expected.” Cendra’s eyes narrowed, watching her sister far closer than before. “At least I won’t be required to handle you as if a child.”
Vixin retained her calm. For a moment she felt the urge to lower her guard, yet a thought of Cendra’s absence during Domir’s birth forced her grip to tighten around the hilt. “I hope our blades never meet beyond this chamber, yet you may be surprised at the result if they ever do.”
Unamused, it was Cendra’s turn to engage. She darted forwards, her blade twirling through the air as it sought an opening in her sister’s defense. Their blades danced in slashing swirls, the intricate movements nearly more natural to her than walking. She fought with an elegant flare, attempting to exude confidence with every skillful strike and parry. There would be no escape for Vixin this time, for she intended to teach the traitor’s daughter a swift and painful lesson.
Yet their blunted blades continued to meet, loudly crashing together. The moment she had expected to stand over Vixin in triumph came and went, as her sister simply wouldn’t fall. Instead, she seemed to match Cendra’s attacks with her own, just quick enough to avoid a painful strike. At the edge of her awareness, she sensed their father’s watchful gaze, each second that victory eluded her causing Cendra to fight harder.
When the fight had extended far longer than expected, Vixin skillfully maneuvered Cendra’s blade to the side, opening her defense. Only by bending backwards did Cendra remain clear of her reach before she rolled free. Regaining her feet she turned her head, seeing Dominax smirk with interest. Her cheeks began to redden as she once more faced Vixin, gritting her teeth.
“I warned you to avoid underestimating your sister,” Dominax remarked as he began to pace, encircling them. “There is much you shall both teach each other.”
Embarrassment slowly melted into anger as Cendra’s attention returned to her opponent. “I’ve wielded a sword since I was old enough to talk. You’ve received a few lessons from father, and what? Now you feel we’re equals?”
“I didn’t request his mentorship, Cendra,” she replied, no longer entirely able to contain her annoyance. “I would have enjoyed sparring at your side, had it been allowed.”
Dominax frowned as he came to a stop. “Her training has been extensive these last years, yet the past is no longer your concern. Focus only on how best to develop your skills now, for your futures are linked. House Vaid will stand together as one, or crumble to infighting. I don’t expect you to mend the rift carved between you two, yet I do expect you both to learn how best to serve your duties together. Understood?”
Vixin glanced at Cendra, feeling a hint of pain as she remembered every disappointment, every rejection, yet she nodded. “Understood.”
Cendra merely grimaced. “I’ve performed my duties well enough thus far. Did I require her assistance when I took Clin to bed? Of course not. I’ve fulfilled my end, yet what of her?”
The implications fell upon Vixin like a hammer as she watched her sister’s hand lay upon her own belly. “Cendra…” she began to say, focusing her senses. Though far too early to begin to show, and still unnoticeable without concentrating, she felt the beginnings of new life growing within her sister’s womb. “I had no idea…”
“You would have sensed it soon enough,” Dominax replied, clearly satisfied. “It appears to be a boy.”
“That’s…wonderful!” Vixin’s features lit up with genuine interest. Similarly, she placed her hand upon her own stomach, containing a second hidden truth. She breathed, her instincts reluctant of the reaction she risked, yet she seized what could be their final chance to mend what remained between them. “I’ve…held a secret from you as well, even more recent than your own.”
Cendra’s eyes lowered to Vixin’s midriff with clear concentration before suddenly straightening up. “Ah.”
Vixin’s heart quickened as her sword hung loosely at her side. “I know that to learn of one’s condition can be at once thrilling and terrifying. I’ve endured it all before with Domir. If you’ll allow it, perhaps I can…assist you through your pregnancy. Think on it Cendra. We could be mothers, together.”
“Mothers to a Prince…and a bastard,” Cendra replied after a moment, failing to push aside a thought of Briza. “I can sense the paternity of the child within you. Should I feign surprise? I suppose Lord Salduin’s seed wasn’t taboo enough for your tastes.”
With her brows easing, Vixin’s hand slid limply from her stomach. “Cendra…”
Dominax folded his arms. “I’ll make no denial, as you can plainly sense the truth. Yet just as before, this matter will remain within the family until the opportune time.”
“Oh, I won’t speak a word of this, just as I didn’t the first time she took your seed.” Cendra glared. “We wouldn’t want her to face any consequences for her actions, would we?”
Finally, Vixin felt her face hardening. “And what of your actions? Don’t forget, I’m not the only daughter to enjoy forbidden fruits. If anything, such a fact should unite us. Please…let us simply-“
“Unite us?” She nearly sounded surprised, feeling an ache within her chest that she despised. “Whatever hope we possessed of a sisterly bond was plucked away the moment you confessed your mother’s deeds before the throne.”
Vixin moved to speak, only to realize she held no words. Memories of the most difficult day of her life flowed to the surface, causing her expression to gradually fall to a scowl. She looked to Dominax, remembering the fear she had fought to contain during the trial. The conflicting emotions her young mind had been forced to reconcile re-emerged, as if igniting an old candle. She had been so angry at him, at herself, both craving to stab him with a dagger and bury herself within his strong arms as she wept. Neither had occurred, of course, two long buried thoughts cruelly dragged to the forefront by Cendra.
“Careful,” Dominax’s menacing voice warned as he unfolded his arms.
“I’m unable to speak of her murderous mother’s crimes?” Cendra asked, nearly dripping with hatred. “So be it. I’ll focus on her own. Tell me, how is it you’ve managed to slither your way into the bed of the woman you sought to slay? I suppose you must possess a silver tongue to match your eyes.”
“How did you-” Vixin began, only for her limp words to be dashed against Cendra’s barrage.
“When you’ve spent more than a few nights nestled between father and Irith, did you never consider I’d hear your moans? You sought her death, but instead you’ve found her cunt.”
“Enough,” Dominax’s deadly voice boomed as he came to a stop. “You will not mock the bonds that hold this family firm! Cease your words and raise your blade, for if I cannot bind you as sisters, you’ll learn to respect each other in battle. Unless you wish to test me.”
Unwilling to risk his wrath, she reluctantly nodded before readying herself. At his command they rushed forward, their training swords meeting once more.
The difference in their movements was immediately noticeable, for they each fought with renewed vigor as a mutual anger simmered just below the surface of both princesses.
Vixin watched Cendra grit her teeth, sensing her resentment. Her own began to bubble, for what right did she have to criticize her deeds? She had sensed Cendra’s pleasure herself in Deci, aware of the precise moment their father had entered her. Though she hadn’t fallen pregnant, she was every bit as guilty.
Cendra parried a blow with a theatrical spin, aware of her father’s gaze. Her thoughts fell to Irith, a replacement for her own mother. She could nearly imagine Briza’s blood pouring from Xenia’s hands into Vixin’s, the intended benefactor of the deed. Briza was lost to her forever, and now her sister had charmed Irith.
The chamber echoed with the loud sounds of their duel, each fighting hard. The previous years seemed to unravel inside Vixin’s mind, having carefully contained her thoughts. Where had Cendra been when Vixin wept, alone in her personal chambers as Xenia was executed outside? Where had Cendra been when she looked for her, pushing Domir from her loins before the masses? How many times had Vixin offered her hand in reconciliation, and how many times had it been slapped aside?
A strike nearly broke through Cendra’s defense, causing her to retaliate with a downward blow. Again she felt shame beginning to flow as the duel continued on, losing any hope of impressing their observer. She had trained relentlessly, yet he had chosen to mentor Vixin himself. She had proven her commitment to his designs, carrying his legitimate grandchild, yet she sensed the fondness he placed upon the creature growing within her sister’s womb. Her knuckles turned white as she squeezed the hilt of her sword, repeatedly cleaving at her opponent. Never would it be enough.
A single moment had laid before them, a vision of them raising their children alongside one another, yet Vixin banished the thought from her mind. Indifference would have been preferable, for the rage she sense flowing from Cendra wounded her more than her blade ever could. Her fury, her anger, her…disgust, leveled directly at Vixin’s womb.
“What would your mother think…to know you share the bed of her rival?” Cendra muttered quietly, just loud enough to hear above the sound of their blades.
Finally, feeling her silver eyes beginning to glow, Vixin allowed her resentments to claim her. She frantically bashed her blade against her sister’s, caring little for skill nor technique as she sought only to break through. For the first time her blood boiled, feeling her power gathering within her.
Cendra’s cruel expression slipped as Vixin reached out her free hand, loosing a powerful blast of lightning. Instinctively she moved to protect herself, remembering her father’s teachings to shield herself. The blast tore through her mental resistance, electricity seizing her body as she screamed.
Though only a quick burst, Vixin utilized the moment to knock aside her sister’s blade. She raised her own, using every ounce of her strength as she brought it down with a scream of rage.
Within an instant Dominax was between them, his hand grabbing her wrist just before the blunt weapon connected with Cendra’s head. Neither had noticed his swift approach, having been consumed by their fight. He glared as his eyes met hers, glowing wildly. He grabbed her shoulder, and a moment later she screamed as electricity sent her hurling backwards.
Vixin slid across the smooth floor upon her back, her muscles seizing painfully. She spasmed, enduring the effects of his power before it mercifully faded, only a sliver of his power.
“None shall dare shed the blood of a Vaid. Even you,” his voice boomed menacingly.
Vixin struggled for breath as her lungs seized, finally gasping. She remained limp on the floor, feeling her nerves tingling in the aftermath. The intensity was far less than it had been during her first training, yet she still struggled to recover.
Cendra stood on unsteady legs as he turned around, allowing her to grab his arm for support. Having never been electrocuted, she looked down at Vixin in horror at realizing how easily she had bested her.
“Just how far have I failed you two…” Dominax said through gritted teeth.
Vixin rolled over, attempting to stand before falling to her knees. “I didn’t…mean to…”
His raised hand silenced her. “Enough. It’s clear you’ll never be as close as I require. You both share my blood, yet you risk spilling it, a goal shared only by our enemies. I won’t sit idly as you both destroy the unity of our House, a unity I’ve given everything to forge. We depart for Spirexia before the end of the next moon, Vixin. When we leave these shores, you’ll be left behind.”
“Wait…father, I-“
“You are both guilty in this,” his voice overpowered her. “As am I, yet you will hold the throne in my absence. Grant no false apologies, no empty words. Simply learn. Serve The Empire and prove you understand the duty required of our family.”
Unable to find her words, Vixin forced herself to nod.
“Yet be cautious, my flower.” Dominax’s pitch dropped. “Should you ever attempt to harm her again, or she you, my wrath shall find you swifter than you can run.”
She watched as he began to lead Cendra from the chamber, making no move to follow. They reached the sliding metal door, yet before they passed through, Cendra looked back to present a satisfied grin.
Vixin glared through her pain, watching her sister cling to him as they departed. The door slid shut behind them, leaving her alone.
“If you seek an enemy, Cendra…” she muttered to herself, eviscerating any lingering hope that remained. “I’ll grant you one.”
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