Vaid Empire: Conquest
Chapter 51
15th of Fixuin, 12 AVE.
Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.
The cloaks of the guards fluttered in the harsh wind, a herald of an approaching tropical storm. They formed together as a wall, separating the rowdy crowd from the members of the royal Court as they stood at the base of The Grand Pyramid’s towering steps.
All of Domani had come to witness the completion of the gargantuan fortress, as the very last traces of scaffolding were being stripped away. The ingenious mechanisms of pulleys and weights conjured by Lalian had been dismantled, no longer of any use after maneuvering the pyramidion atop the summit. A capstone of solid gold to crown the Pyramid, every exquisite symbol carved into its surface had become sacred in the minds of the population.
“I demanded a jewel of imperial power, and you failed to disappoint,” Dominax said through his grin as he placed his hand upon Lalian’s shoulder. “No longer are you merely ‘The Lanthian’, for you’ve more than earned your place among us.”
Lalian’s distant expression brightened, allowing pride to claim his stance. Briefly he thought to his former mistresses, pushing aside a memory of anger as he wondered what they’d think to see him now, a former slave at the side of The God Emperor, and perhaps as the side of a friend. Yet as he stared up at the golden tip high above, his smile began to slip.
Nestled between her father and Irith, Vixin watched Rosila lead a semicircle of Sages in a low chant before them, facing the fortress they intended to bless. She refused to turn her head to Cendra, feeling her ire rise every time she was tempted to glance her way. Only the sensation of Dominax’s lips against her ear broke her from her boiling thoughts.
“Ask yourself; is this not the image of our control? A monument to the influence we may inflict? They look upon the seat of our power and shudder beneath its majesty, for who but a deity may hope to stand against an empire capable of its construction?” he whispered. “You’ll be required to understand the utility of appearances as a Sage, my flower. Hear them now, chanting blessings of no more value than what we grant them. Yet the population hears their words, believes their meaning, and thus they become sacred.“
Vixin made no move to reply, her pretty lips sealed as she sulked.
“Ah, don’t sour on me. A punishment was necessary, for I won’t stand idly as my children tear into each other.”
“Yet your punishment only weighs upon my shoulders,” she finally whispered.
Hearing the defiance in her tone, Dominax nearly smiled, remembering the days she had merely bowed her head in fear before him. “Indeed, as does an opportunity. You’re a clever girl. Do you see no advantage to sitting upon my throne? Appearances, Vixin. The people will see you rule in my absence while your sister fights far from The Capital. Your punishment is to stay, Cendra’s is to leave.”
Though she made no reply, her scowl gradually eased.
Rosila threw open her arms, as if preparing to embrace the entirety of The Grand Pyramid as her words boomed above the low chanting of her fellow Sages. “May your walls never crumble as they repel the evils and chaos of this world! May generations of House Vaid be birthed, breed, and be buried within your chambers! May The Vaid Empire stand strong throughout time, unwavering, with a white and gold jewel at its heart!”
The fanatical cheers of the surrounding crowds became deafening, causing the guards to hold their shields tightly as they held them at bay. Celebration overtook the city, and Lalian peered through moist eyes at his masterpiece.
***
By nightfall it became clear that the festivities would not diminish, as the streets of The Capital brimmed with the lively noise of rowdy gatherings. Citizens marched aimlessly, hurling powders of vivid colors through the air to rain down upon their nude bodies. Cries of ecstasy rang out to mix with laughs and cheers as men and women paired together, proudly displaying their raw passions without a carry in the world.
“The north may look upon our cities and name us degenerates, yet I witness life itself when I gaze upon their joy!” Salduin exclaimed as he stood from his seat at the table, lifting his drink.
“Well said,” Dominax replied, half in thought as he steepled his fingers. Far from the rabble of the city, he had ordered a fleet of wooden barges to fill Domani’s port, creating a temporary island to celebrate with the full view of The Grand Pyramid. Its white surface glimmered in the moonlight of Fixuin as torchlight flickered over the black water lapping around them.
Every visiting Lord and Lady present in The Capital feasted upon several large tables scattered about the barges, singing, dancing, and no doubt scheming.
A pairing near the edge of the deck caught Cendra’s eye, for a male slave had been commanded to make love to a female slave for the entertainment of onlookers. She smirked to Clin, wrapped in his arms as she remained in his lap. He politely blushed, though laughed as she whispered into his ear.
On the opposite side of the table, Vixin scowled, though her expression eased as she saw Yisi granting her a curious glance. Seated at her side, the girl had only been invited at Vixin’s insistence.
“Can you hear that?” Cendra asked Clin, looking through a distant cluster of laughing nobles.
With his child finally showing the first hint of a bump within her otherwise flat midriff, he held her as if clinging to a treasure. “The wind? I suspect we’ll only have a few more hours before the storm arrives.”
She shook her head. “I hear weeping.”
Clin waited, attempting to seek the noise through the cacophony of voices. “We don’t all have the senses of a Vaid, princess,” he teased.
“Indeed, you don’t, yet he will.” She grinned playfully as her hand met his upon her belly.
He eagerly accepted her kiss, tasting her lips. When they separated, he reluctantly gestured for her to stand. “I’ll return in a moment.”
“Clin, I hardly think it’s important. Stay, as we have few nights left to enjoy before we depart,” Cendra said with a hint of annoyance.
“It’s important to whoever is weeping, surely.” He smiled. “I won’t take long.”
He didn’t need to look back to know that Cendra had folded her arms in a huff as he maneuvered his way through the crowd. Only when he broke through to the other side did he find his target, as Lalian remained slumped against the railing of the deck, his face buried in his hands. Cautiously he joined him at the edge, gazing out into the water.
Upon hearing his presence, Lalian quickly wiped his eyes with the edge of his cloak before straightening up. “Lord Clin. Enjoying yourself?”
“You certainly aren’t,” he stated as he stroked his neatly trimmed blond beard. “Tonight is your triumph, is it not?”
“Of course…a triumph,” Lalian replied bitterly, though quickly changed his tone. “Apologies, my lord. You should return to your family. I nearly forgot to congratulate you on Princess Cendra’s pregnancy, as it seems we both possess reasons to be proud tonight.”
Clin tilted his head to face him. “Yet you weep here alone. Come, Lalian, speak what torments you. Your masterpiece is complete, a true marvel that’ll stand long after we’re gone. The citizens may praise it as proof of The Empire’s superiority, yet we all know The Grand Pyramid is your accomplishment.”
“My last accomplishment,” Lalian replied abruptly before taking a breath. Though he nervously fiddled with the edge of his cloak, he pressed forth, gesturing across the port to the towering structure. “My magnum opus. My greatest creation. Already I’ve brought it into being, yet now what? What can I possibly do now that may match…that?”
“Ah…” Clin replied, peering at the mountain of carefully designed stone and gold before them. “No one expects you to surpass what you’ve already done.”
“Yet that’s my purpose, my lord,” Lalian said, rubbing his eyes as he sighed. “I’m…you’re aware I’m unable to sire children, yes? It seems everyone on Magnius is aware. Your descendants shall hold your blood, your memory, your accomplishments, yet what of mine? The Grand Pyramid is my legacy, the only thing that shall carry on after I’m reduced to dust.”
Clin briefly glanced towards Cendra through a break in the crowd before nodding with understanding. “Your situation is…unfortunate, and one I’ll fight to prevent from occurring to any other man when we reach The Lanthian Jungle. However, what you already possess is a legacy worthy of the greatest of men.”
“And already it’s complete. It’s a…singular feeling to know you’ve already finished your life’s work, to be aware you may live for decades more without a purpose,” Lalian said in an empty tone, never turning away from The Grand Pyramid. “To live within the shadow of an unsurpassable limit.”
“Respectfully, Lalian, I believe you’ve allowed your mind to overstep your ambitions. A wonderful mind it may be, but don’t allow it to pull from your grasp,” Clin explained before sweeping his arm to gesture at the city. “You’ve completed your life’s work, yet what of their lives? The people? Their needs? Your talent could benefit many, could it not?”
“I…suppose I possess designs intended for the public,” Lalian replied quietly as he pulled his attention from the structure. “Minor projects; certainly incomparable with the grandeur of my masterpiece.”
“Again, your mind oversteps. The Grand Pyramid is a powerful symbol, to be sure, yet a symbol is of very little use to a citizen. If our Empire’s existence is truly intended to benefit our people, even a minor project that improves their lives is worth far more than the glory and prestige of a monument,” Clin explained calmly before subtly touching his cheek. “You won’t be celebrated, yet a single good deed may be more vital to an individual than any pyramid could hope to match.”
Lalian considered his words, his fidgeting slowly fading as his eyes gradually brightened with potential. “Perhaps…your words hold merit. I’ve pondered the creation of a siphoning system capable of distributing clean water throughout the city. It’ll require some corrections, though its…possible.”
“That’d be a start, certainly.”
Chuckling, Lalian allowed himself to ease against the railing, his mind refocusing as it already began to form designs. “Tell me, my lord. How do you possess such a keen ability to ease the troubles of others?”
“You have your purpose, and I have mine,” Clin replied with a smile, only for it to fade as he peered at the green man with weary eyes. “Though listen, I’ve been meaning to speak with you for some time. The moment approaches when we’ll depart for Spirexia, and when we do, I’ll require a favor.”
“Of course, my lord, of what sort?”
Clin gritted his teeth as he turned back towards the water, keeping his voice low as guests behind him began to chant encouragements towards two slave girls that began to kiss, exploring each other’s bodies as they stood upon a table. “Of the most important sort, and one I’d appreciate discretion in as to avoid any misunderstandings. Lalian, when we arrive, I ask that you do what you can to prevent avoidable tragedies.”
Lalian tilted his head. “I don’t believe I’ll have much control over such things. Warfare isn’t quite my domain.”
“Yet you have The God Emperor’s ear, as do I. Irith usually calms his…harsher tendencies, though if a time comes when her words aren’t enough, many may suffer,” he explained. “Salduin is a good man, though often he fails to fully consider what may be best for ordinary people. Hesin is…well, it’s very likely that you and I will hold the responsibility to ensure we minimize the damage we cause.”
Looking around at the clusters of celebrating nobles, Lalian once again gripped the edges of his cloak. “I…dislike speaking of his holiness in this way, particularly without his knowledge. One could nearly mistake this as conspiring.”
“Thus, you see the reason I’d like to keep this conversation between us. I’ll never betray his trust, nor do I expect you to, yet our duty is to advise him, so we must. When we encounter a decision that may lead to needless suffering, I ask that you join me to dissuade him.”
Lalian swallowed before his eyes narrowed, nodding towards the main table. “I owe everything to him, and I’ll do nothing to stand in his way. Yet, my lord, you aren’t the only of his advisors to redirect his wrath.”
Clin followed his gaze, spotting Felza and Pelni seated together. The future Queen Regent appeared to be at the very end of her pregnancy, her nude body decorated with golden jewelry as if a prize on display. Pelni held Alia in her arms, holding her as if a doting mother.
“Already there are beings that live only because I hold The God Emperor’s ear. I…won’t protest if he chooses to ignore my advice, though I’ll offer my words if opportunities arise,” Lalian explained nervously before placing his hand gently upon Clin’s arm. “He makes mistakes, as we all do, yet he’s a good man, Clin. Blood has been spilled, and will be spilled again, though please don’t lay too harsh a judgment upon him. Many will fall, though only through tragedy can we possibly hope to bring a permanent peace.”
Clin merely nodded, suddenly feeling cold despite the warm wind. “Merely do what you can, Lalian. If we forget the people we intended to help, what has this all been for?”
They both allowed the question to linger before Clin respectfully bowed his head and returned to his seat, finding an annoyed Cendra whose mood quickly improved as he kissed her.
Nafalya walked past them as she made her way through the crowd, seeking her target. Already she moved with an elegant grace, weaving her way towards a cluster of nobles containing the very man she sought.
“Ah, evening princess!” Lord Kixanil greeted her as she found her way to his side before everyone else scrambled to address her. As The God Emperor’s daughter, all eyes were upon her, requiring her to conceal her hand between her own body and his as she reached beneath his cloak.
“Gentlemen, would you happen to know where Lord Hesin might be?” she asked, pushing aside a long strand of silky black hair to bring attention to her freehand while her other slipped free of his cloak. She cautiously concealed her newfound coin purse behind her back, clasping her hands to cover it.
Several of them pointed in a direction she was already aware of, though she bowed her head with a sly smirk and thanked them.
Hesin watched as she made her return, moving like a hidden predator after a successful hunt. She presented the purse after ensuring none could see, allowing him to feel its weight as he unfastened it.
“You learn quickly, Initiate.” He peered at the imperial coins within, an amused smile curling behind his mask. Embroidered with the symbol of The City of Luxi, he plucked a small portion of coins from the purse before tossing it over the side of the barge, the evidence of their deed dashing quickly into the depths. “Here, a memento of your training.”
She accepted the single coin he offered with a grin, watching as he pocketed the rest. Her silver eyes hungered for his knowledge, only pulled away when she noticed the approach of a masked Truthseeker.
“Ah. Run along,” he said as he cupped her delicate chin, stroking it gently. “Our time has only just begun. Think on what you’ve learned.”
She bowed her head. “Until later, master.”
A hint of pride trickled through him as he watched her walk away before his expression dropped, turning to meet the assassin. “Tildra.”
“I see your new pet is coming along nicely. A little clumsy, though she possesses potential,” her bitter tone oozed from behind her own mask. “I remember a time when you looked at me as you do her.”
“State your business quickly, for you’ll find little patience from me tonight,” he replied with annoyance.
“Straight to the point? Very well, master,” Tildra said as she sighed. “Hesin, we’re approaching the day of departure. Will you not permit me once to bring you to our son before you leave Domani?”
“Our son?” he asked harshly, folding his arms. “As I’ve said, make no further mention of him.”
“Please, he’s begun to speak your name, though you’ve yet to learn his. Allow me to speak it, to introduce you to-“
Abruptly he cut her off. “You’ve spoken of me to that child? Why not train it to ask for its true father, should you discover who that might be.”
The expressionless mask did little to conceal the pain of her voice. “Yet…it may be you! Please, there’s no telling how long you’ll be gone, or if you’ll ever return from the north at all.”
“I’m certain you’ll have many guards to keep you entertained in my absence,” he said without emotion. “Perhaps I’ll return to find you’ve granted me another ‘son’.”
“That’s…cruel, Hesin!” she burst out, overstepping her trained instinct to conceal her words as several nearby guests briefly turned their heads to witness the commotion. “I did only what pleased you!”
“Lower. Your. Voice,” he commanded in a deadly whisper.
Angrily obeying, she waited for the others to resume their conversations before continuing discreetly. “I took to bed whoever you selected, spoke whichever words seemed to arouse you most. The risk was one we both accepted…until you found that girl placed beneath your command.”
“Nafalya has no part in this, and you’d be wise to avoid disparaging a Vaid,” he said coldly. “The son of a guard simply doesn’t spark my interest.”
“Oh, does it not?” she replied, feeling her resentment rising, no longer caring for the consequences of her words. “I seem to recall just how aroused you were when the healer confirmed my pregnancy. You forced me to speak of it, of how little your chances were.”
“Stop this,” he whispered as he leaned closer, a threat hanging in his words.
“What changed? That girl? She won’t be permitted to share your bed for years to come,” she asked, refusing to retreat. “Yet I suppose the promise of a royal cunt is enough to forget those that mattered. The God Emperor requires a child of your blood, yet what then? Will you beg Nafalya to fuck another as well?”
A single eye peering intently at her, he placed his hand upon the hilt of his dagger.
She hesitated, pausing before shaking her head. “Poor Hesin, you won’t escape your nature. Leave it hilted, for I’ll waste your time no further.”
Wordlessly he lifted his fingers, standing firm as she leaned in to whisper.
“Such a broken man, whispering of a slaughtered brother one night, and watching your mate take the cock of another the next. You’ll never heal, yet I endured it for you. Will she?”
Without another sound she turned to depart, leaving him alone.
Nafalya had returned to her father’s table, sitting beside Salduin. The large man greeted her quickly before sneaking a look at Vixin. Sitting only a few seats away, he felt his pulse quicken as he studied her, a flawless figure of beauty. Subconsciously he gripped the edge of the table, unable to prevent himself from imagining how it would feel to bend her over it.
As his eyes fell upon her belly he quickly pulled his gaze away, releasing a breath. How relieved he had been to learn of her pregnancy, knowing he wouldn’t be expected to breed her for at least another four moons. He now possessed time to rectify his thoughts, for the face of Jinilya flashed through his mind. No longer would Clin and Hesin grant him curious glances each day he abstained from planting his seed inside her alluring body.
Yet…peering at her once more, he felt a flush of desire course through him. The curves of her enchanting hips, her modest though round breasts, every inch of her being called to him, tempting him with her warm embrace.
A memory of Jinilya and their daughter Rira claimed his mind once more, hurling him back from his tantalizing thoughts. He searched his surroundings, attempting to find a distraction to bury them once more. He noticed High Lady Vora of The Tarin District seated at another table, her legs spread as she held the head of a crouching slave firmly between her parted thighs.
Feeling his arousal build once more, he returned his attention to Vixin, watching her pretty face as she studied Cendra from across the table. Her expression darkened as Clin proudly caressed her sister’s belly, seeing Cendra bask in an aroused enjoyment before shooting Vixin a smirk.
Salduin watched her blush before she turned away with embarrassment. An idea appeared to form within her eyes, and she stood up to make her way over to her voyeur.
The large man felt his heart quickening with each step she took towards him, turning to act as though he had only just noticed her when she came to a stop beside him. “Ah, hello princess.”
“There’s no need for formalities; a simple ‘Vixin’ will be more than adequate,” she said softly as she touched his forearm. “Perhaps there is some place we could…talk?”
His skin tingled with electric anticipation wherever she touched, his instinctual urge to claim her pushing against his resilience.
“After all, it’d be wise for us to be acquainted, considering my father’s intentions for us,” she explained, leaning closer as she took his hand in hers.
“I’d be honored, Vixin, yet…”
Sensing his hesitation, she displayed a falsely confident smirk. “I won’t be pregnant forever…Lord Salduin. Before you can grant me your seed, we might as well practice.”
He watched as she rested her head against his strong bicep, her eyes peering up at him as if a seductress. Every instinct screamed to accept her offer, to find a quiet place and force her against a wall. Yet as he imagined the ecstasy between her legs, Jinilya once more entered his thoughts.
Though a man was free to take as many mates at once as he deemed necessary, Jinilya had been different. They had built a life together, sired a daughter, and lived alone within nature. Would she forgive him, to know he craved Vixin’s body with every inch of his being? Buried and gone, would his family understand?
For a moment he allowed himself to be free, to test what it’d be like to leave them in the past, only to recoil as a sickening sensation eased into his core. “Princess, we’ll have our time. After you’ve given birth, I’ll be happy to…indulge with you.”
As his hand reluctantly slipped from her grasp, he watched as utter surprise and embarrassment seeped onto her face. Red cheeked, she nodded, though turned her head to see Cendra giggling behind her hands.
He accepted the guilt that found him, watching her storm from the table in a hurry. As she reached the small bridge of planks connecting the artificial island to the port, floating atop a line of smaller boats lashed together, he couldn’t help but regret that he wasn’t departing at her side, seeing her feminine rump swaying.
***
The door to Vixin’s private quarters burst open as she marched inside, slamming shut once more as she blocked out the world. Placing her hands upon her hips, she attempted to simply breathe, feeling as though a scream would rip from her throat.
Within moments she heard a knock upon the door, causing her to whirl in annoyance. “Go away!”
She heard the click of the lock as it began to open regardless, causing her to nearly rush forwards before seeing Rosila enter.
“How…” she began, attempting to calm herself to conceal the redness of shame upon her cheeks. “You’re not permitted to enter this level without an invitation.”
Rosila held up a key. “Regarding the three other wings of this floor? Certainly not. Yet you’re still my apprentice, and I’ll find you wherever I need to.”
The anger tightening in her thoughts prevented a submissive acceptance from Vixin, yet she made no move to stop her as her mistress sat down upon the bed and made herself at home.
“I can see why you’d desire to return to such luxury, though I doubt that’s why you left the gathering,” she said as she gestured to sit at her side. “Come dear and allow me to peek inside that pretty little head of yours.”
In no mood for her commands, Vixin bit her lip in annoyance before obeying. She sat upon the bed, feeling her mistress’s arm wrap around her slim waist.
“You’ll need to speak, else there is very little wisdom I may offer,” Rosila chuckled, not quite as taunting as was typical of her. “I watched your little display down there. You performed well, though some men you simply can’t expect to convince.”
“That oaf can delay our duty as long as he likes. I’ll find another in the meantime,” she replied with more venom than she felt.
“Salduin is an odd man, though I doubt his rejection has much to do with the way you’ve been glaring at Cendra. Your father informed me of the incident during your duel.”
Surprised, though realizing she shouldn’t be, Vixin lowered her gaze. “If you’re placed so close to father’s ear, I don’t need to explain why she resents me. Yet after all this time…I had hoped things would be different.”
“Perhaps that was your mistake,” Rosila began. “To believe she’d come around. You have many talents, though politics seem to elude you.”
“Politics? Matters between family have nothing to do with the royal court.”
“Ah, they have everything to do with one another. I’ve witnessed your weakness towards her, hoping you’d find an ally where an enemy has always resided.”
Vixin glared. “Is it a weakness to desire reconciliation? To attempt to heal a bond severed by crimes I didn’t commit?”
Rosila slowly nodded. “When her hatred is immovable, yes. Such a sentimental girl…even your insistence in supporting Yisi is little more than a waste of your attention. Just as you allow enemies to undermine you, so too do you find allies that may offer very little.”
“I won’t abandon Yisi,” she replied, displaying a defiance more genuine than she had ever conjured. “Your daughter is not a waste of time.”
Rosila merely shrugged. “So be it, though you cannot ignore Cendra’s hatred for long. Already Lord Clin has begun to seek candidates to form his Order of knights, and you can’t sit idly as Cendra uses her position to undermine you.”
“I pronounced her my enemy…” Vixin replied with sorrow.
“A start, though nothing more.”
“You…desire for me to move against her? To harm her?”
“Harm? By The Creator, no!” Rosila said in exaggerated disgust. “I’ve dedicated my life to your father’s service and will allow no harm to come to any of his children. However, assisting you in balancing the scale is hardly comparable.”
Considering her words, Vixin remembered Cendra’s smug smirk. “Merely balancing the scale?”
“Of course, sweet girl. Naivety and innocence will do little to serve you as a Sage, and my aim has always been to see you survive. You stand to inherit control over the greatest propaganda distributor in history, commanding the very voice of The Empire. Use it,” Rosila explained with a grin as she caressed Vixin’s hip. “A knife in Cendra’s back I won‘t allow, though if a Sage or two could start a rumor…”
“She considers my children abominations. Perhaps…” she began, pondering her mistress’s advice. “Perhaps I could bring the prestige of her own child down to where she believes mine rests. Balancing the scale, mistress?”
Satisfaction spread across Rosila’s features. “Good girl, you may yet survive. Simple whispers claiming a slave sired your sister’s unborn child will force her to focus on disproving such rumors. It’s a delicate game we partake in, yet partake we must. Should she gain the glory and love of the people as she tarnishes your name, fewer will demand answers when you disappear. I’ll allow no drop of Vaid blood to spill while I live, yours nor hers, and your father won’t always be around to protect you.”
“Appearances,” she repeated quietly, remembering Dominax’s words. Her thoughts were only interrupted when she felt her mistress’s hand fall upon her thigh, feeling her touch against her bear skin.
“Precisely,” she said, slowly leaning closer. “You’ve made me proud these last years, little Vixin.”
Curious, Vixin’s eyes widened as Rosila pressed her lips to hers, tasting her scent. She held them together for a moment, releasing only when she was satisfied.
“How long I’ve waited to do that, away from the unsavory dungeons of your training…” Rosila said, savoring the remnants of the moment. “Now, with our unpleasant necessities aside, I don’t believe it would be responsible to leave you alone after such a rough day of rejection.”
“Mistress, I…” she began to say, feeling her fingers caressing her inner thigh. “I’m quite…”
“Upset? Of course. That ‘oaf’ humiliated you in front of your sister, leaving your pretty flower unplucked. I won’t allow that.”
Vixin felt her hand sliding closer, causing a light gasp to escape her lips as she found the alluring treasure between her legs. Her anger, her embarrassment, her resentment, all were slowly pulled aside, no longer the reason for her blushed cheeks.
“The truth is, I’ve deemed your progress worthy of a reward. There’ll be no bindings, no cruel feathers, no hours of unquenched desire. Merely myself…and your bed,” Rosila seductively explained, meeting her eyes. “I’ll even grant you permission to say no, although…”
A finger slipping beneath her leotard, she shuddered as it began to tease her lower folds. Vixin covered her mouth with her hand, releasing an involuntary submissive whine.
“Exactly. If this is what you seek, show me.”
Reluctant for only a moment, she allowed a thought of Irith to claim her, remembering the night they had spent together. She’d resist no further, seizing what she desired.
Rosila chuckled as Vixin once more pressed her lips to hers, surprised when her apprentice suddenly forced her onto her back.
Lying atop her, Vixin’s hands found Rosila’s breasts, orbs that had been tantalizingly on display since the moment they had met. Now they rested within her grasp, allowing her to feel their round firmness.
She allowed the younger woman her moment of triumph before ensuring she understood who was truly in control, as she rolled over to claim her place on top. Separating their lips, Rosila immediately sought to undress her lover, receiving no resistance as Vixin assisted her in removing her own outfit.
Slowly she pulled away the tight chimira-silk, leaving only Vixin’s black stockings that ended just above her knees. Attempting to play coy while on her back, she held her royal legs together to deny her mistress the sight of an area she had tormented for so long.
“No, Vixin, there’ll be no stopping this once it begins. You’re mine,” she said, pulling apart her thighs. Between them she found her obsession, sliding her hand up her leg. She narrowly missed her waiting womanhood, instead continuing upwards.
Vixin submitted eagerly, feeling her mistress’s hands explore her body. Her mind instinctually expected a cruel trick, waiting for the moment she revealed that Vixin would once again be locked away without the pleasure of an orgasm.
“How utterly perfect you are…” Rosila nearly growled, assessing her perky breasts. Then, moving her hand downwards, she felt the hints of Vixin’s baby bump, reminding her of her own.
Roughly, she was forced to roll over, resting upon her stomach as Rosila clasped her hips. The early state of her pregnancy prevented much discomfort, though she held herself just above the bed with her elbows.
Hands sliding along Vixin’s sides, she moved to cup her rump, appreciating every inch of her round cheeks. “Our God Emperor’s seed has sired you well, always producing art. He must certainly know what a flawless ass his daughter possesses.”
The mention of her father forced her to bite her lip, feeling Rosila’s exploring fingers massaging her rear. Entirely under her control, she released a submissive breath, raising it until she was on her knees.
“No greater sight exists in life,” Rosila chuckled, spanking her apprentice softly. She then lightly ran her finger over Vixin’s labia, laughing further when she wiggled her hips. “Salduin attempts to resist…this? He truly possesses a greater will than anyone.”
Vixin yelped as she was spanked harder, pushed over onto her side until she was returned to her back. Legs forced open, she felt her mistress’s hands creeping up her thighs. Closer and closer they approached, her anticipation rising inside her loins before she moaned as Rosila shallowly glided her finger between her lower lips, as if testing her wetness.
She shifted to slowly rub her clit, careful to avoid overstimulating her lover. “I remember this little clit throbbing for me as you were tied and helpless. How torturous it must have felt, to be edged and denied for so many hours…”
The memory nearly caused Vixin’s thighs to shut, her cunny tingling as she knew she’d never forget such a torture. “Maybe one day…I’ll return the favor.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt you’d like to try, though I’ve yet to make you so cruel. No, I think you’ll continue to be the one squirming with lust, denied whenever I deem it necessary.”
Her words forced an embarrassing squeak from Vixin, and she scowled at herself even as her arousal built. Rosila’s finger encircled her sensitive bud, knowing the exact speed to drive her wild.
“I’ll be staying in The Capital, you know, when they all depart for the north. It’ll just be you and me. How many days in a row do you think I can keep you at your limit? We’ll have to beat our record.”
Suddenly nervous, Vixin grabbed her hand.
Rosila simply brushed her aside. “Don’t worry that pretty head of yours, there’s time to handle that issue another night. For now…I’ll ensure we both enjoy this quite well.”
Vixin parted her lips in pleasure as two of her mistress’s fingers slid inside, prodding at her tight depths. As if on instinct they discovered her most sensitive area, stroking it lovingly. “Oohh…”
“Go on, moan. They’re all in the port, though I know you wouldn’t mind having them all hear you if they weren’t.”
Obeying, Vixin moaned louder, feeling every skillful movement of her fingers. They seemed to know her body better than her own, dragging out her pleasure until…
“Oooohhhh…” she cried out, her body seizing in a squirting orgasm. Rosila lowered herself between her spread legs, positioning her head to bask in her young lover’s juices.
“I should have thanked your mother…for granting you the ability to squirt!” Rosila said, stirring mixed emotions into Vixin even as her climax faded.
Breathing as she recovered, Vixin watched as she moved. Maneuvering to hold herself above her apprentice, she placed her knees on either side of Vixin’s head. With little effort she removed her own tiny loincloth, eliminating whatever small resistance it would have provided.
“Come, tonight is about both of us. I can’t be expected to do all of the work,” she chuckled, leaning over to place her mouth above the younger woman’s groin.
Faced with the sight of a vagina hovering above her face, she felt nervous as it approached. Rosila spread her thighs wider, lowering herself until Vixin’s face was pressed firmly between her legs. Breathing in her pleasant scent, something seemed to shift within her mind, eagerly beginning to lick at her labia.
Rosila chuckled at her inexperience, savoring the sensation before pressing her own lips to Vixin’s pussy. As if a master she began her work, her tongue exploring her pink folds.
Vixin moaned into her lover’s labia, attempting to match her movements as she learned to please another female. The taste of her juices filled her with arousal, as natural as swallowing Dominax’s seed.
Eager to outmatch her, Rosila skillfully lapped at her pussy, shifting from her clit to the rest of her vulva at precisely the right moments. Vixin quivered beneath her, hips bucking as if begging for more.
Vixin grabbed Rosila’s hips, unable to pull her any closer yet attempting regardless. She felt her mistress grind against her lips, keenly aware that her father had enjoyed the very vagina she now licked.
Pulling away briefly, Rosila spread Vixin’s labia with her fingers. “Such a sight nearly make me wish I had been a man, capable of enjoying such a delectable tightness.”
Moaning as she felt her tongue resume, Vixin required little time before she found herself again pushed over her limit, shaking her hips. Obsessed with her royal juices, Rosila fought to catch as much as she could upon her tongue.
Panting, allowing her orgasm to pass, Vixin struggled to bring her mistress to the very depths of pleasure she had just experienced. She wanted to make Rosila cum, to be drenched in the blissful results of a female climax.
Fighting to frantically flick her tongue across her mentor’s clit, Vixin pushed past her inexperience until she felt her hips quiver beneath her grasp. Then, finally, she received what she sought, smothered as Rosila’s thighs squeezed around her head.
Crying out, Rosila shook, groaning against the pussy before her as she endured her pleasure. Though unable to squirt like Vixin, her juices were more than adequate to drench her pretty face.
After several seconds Vixin gasped, able to breathe once more as her head was released. Pride filled her, realizing she had brought another woman over her brink.
“Not…bad,” Rosila stated before chuckling. “Though you have much…to learn.”
Vixin nearly felt disappointed as Rosila moved away, already accustomed to the presence of her womanhood against her lips. Instead, she received a greater prize, for her mistress forced herself between her legs.
Without explanation she sat down, opening her own legs before pressing forwards. She turned slightly, holding onto Vixin’s leg for leverage as she slid closer until their vaginas touched.
The sensation of another pussy touching her own sent a thrill of excitement through her, a feeling that was quickly outmatched when Rosila began to rock her hips.
“Match…my movements…” she instructed.
Obeying, one leg under and the other on top, they began to grind their loins against one another. Their juices rubbed together; their skin slick as they moved.
“R..osila…” Vixin moaned at the unique sensation, their labia stroking against each other.
“Move your hips…as if you’re begging for The God Emperor’s cock…” she commanded, lying back in a display of female pleasure. “I know the father of the baby within your womb…ahh…for I too share your secret…”
Fueled by her taboo words, Vixin couldn’t help but increase her pace. Though more recent than even her own, she could sense her mistress’s baby within her, unsurprised by the paternity she sensed.
“My final pregnancy…though one I’m proud…ahh…to bear for him…”
Taking great satisfaction in the knowledge that her father had knocked up Rosila’s gorgeous body, Vixin groaned as her loins tingled with each thrust. She briefly thought of her son Domir, hoping that he’d follow his grandfather’s instincts and breed as many females as he desired.
Rosila caressed Vixin’s smooth leg lovingly, closing her eyes to savor the sensation. “Just…like…that…”
Her clit rubbing against her lover, Vixin shuttered after mere minutes, feeling herself approaching her limit. As if a needy pet, she humped, crying out as she finished.
Never slowing, Rosila dragged out her pleasure, grinding against Vixin’s slick juices until she too groaned, seizing alongside her lover.
Not nearly satisfied, they resumed their movements, passionately rubbing against each other. Their loins burned, desperate to be penetrated, though finding each other instead.
Each minute that passed brought the howling wind closer, growing louder until raindrops began to dot the glass of the double doors on either side of her bed. Neither cared for the world outside, focused entirely upon the other’s body.
Soaking in a combination of their mutual juices, Vixin heard the rain pounding upon the outside of The Grand Pyramid, containing a sight any man and many women would slay another to witness; two gorgeous females wrapped together.
Slowly, the storm built alongside their pleasure, ever increasing as it raged outside. Vixin felt as if she’d melt, her loins throbbing for her approaching finish.
Time faded away, their moans echoing off the walls before finally, with a cry of triumph, Vixin convulsed as she began to squirt.
Enraptured by the feeling of the younger woman’s shaking body, Rosila quickly joined her in ecstasy, both writhing atop the oversized bed.
“By…the Creator…” Rosila muttered as they both rested upon their back, neither wanting to untangle themselves. “I should have…rewarded you sooner…”
Vixin tried to chuckle, pleasure pulsing through her body in the aftermath. “Have I spared myself…from your ‘lessons’…?”
Rosila shook her head. “Of course not. Remember this night…for many nights FAR more frustrating…await you…”
A tingle began between her legs, not entirely certain if she dreaded her coming fate, or secretly begged for it. Thoughts of Cendra, of Salduin, of Xenia‘s trial, each faded away as she found a momentary reprieve from reality.
“Only a few years ago…as I forced you to watch Princess Elmia’s voluntary torment…I told you that you’d love me for what I’ll put you through. We’re not nearly finished, though when my time comes, I hope you learn to appreciate all I’ve done for you,” Rosila stated in a tone uncharacteristically sentimental. “I’ve forced you to blossom…”
Vixin thought of her promise to Yisi, knowing she’d ensure her protection. Her response came as a nod, one she wasn’t concerned if Rosila saw.
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