Vaid Empire: Conquest
Chapter 53
40th of Fixuin, 12 AVE.
Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.
Dominax ran his fingers over the cranium of the skull in his hand, feeling its smooth texture. Alone in the grand dining hall, so often filled with lively feasts and conversations, he was now surrounded only by an eerie silence as he waited in solitude.
Deeply settled into his seat, he peered into the empty holes that had once held firm and defiant eyes. The bare skull contained nothing of the passion it once held in life, merely a husk.
A soft knock echoed quietly from far across the chamber before the entrance parted, allowing his guest to enter. The new Queen Regent of Kinia, Felza stepped inside before the guards resealed the door to leave her alone with The God Emperor.
He watched as she approached, crossing the long distance of the chamber as she ascended each of the three levels of the floor. Clothed in an elegant purple dress that accented her slim curves, one could be forgiven in forgetting her time spent at the foot of The Vaid Throne, naked, pregnant, and chained. Now she walked with royal confidence, the result of said pregnancy cradled in her arms.
Obediently she bowed as she reached the final table, though he gestured for her to approach closer. Navigating around the table to his side, her eyes fell upon the skull in his grasp. “Your holiness.”
“This is the boy? The future of Kinia?” he asked. Though straightening to peer at the bundle in her arms, he remained seated as he placed the skull onto the table.
“Yes, your holiness. Felic,” she replied. Lalian had clearly taught her well, as her heavily accented words came smoothly.
“A good name, I think, and perhaps one that shall hold a place in history.” Dominax studied the newborn’s face as she leaned to better display him. He took silent satisfaction in seeing obvious hints of his own features. “You’ve done well, Felza. He’s quite adequate.”
She bowed her head once more in gratitude, ambitious pride glowing in her expression. “Thank you, your holiness. Of all the kings of Kinia, he’ll be worthy of the title. You have my word.”
“Time will tell. In any case, I thought it only fitting that the late Prince Alrin be here to greet our mutual progeny, in one form or another.” He picked up the skull.
“Is that…”
Dominax nodded before turning his attention to the macabre object, his gaze dimming as if beginning to ponder. “Your father was a worthy foe, a man willing to do what he believed was necessary to his last breath, flawed though his ideals may have been. He fought for an incorrect cause, yet with respectable conviction.”
Felza wordlessly watched as Dominax caressed the skull.
“I won’t say how close we were to a reversal of fate; I breathe as he rests in my palm. Still, of what use was his honor if it led to me?” Dominax allowed a grin to tug at his lips. “His final moments were brave, though foolish all the same.”
Oblivious to the stoney silence of his mother, Felic attempted to grasp feebly at her dress.
“He proved himself to be a worthy being, in his own way, and a man such as that deserves to rest amongst his kin,” Dominax explained before tapping the skull. “This stays in my possession, though I’ve given word to have the rest of him brought along when we depart. You’ll travel with us as far as Privin, where you’ll be able to grant your father a royal burial. After, you’re free to rule Kinia in Felic’s place until he comes of age.”
As if brought back to life, Felza moved to kneel before him. “Thank you, your holiness…I’ll rest easier knowing he’s home.”
Stroking her long braid with his freehand, Dominax once more placed the skull down. “Then let House Kalla rest easy in their crypts as Kinia is reforged anew.”
46th of Fixuin, 12 AVE.
Shai Domain, Ishtai.
The night breeze tugging at Varse‘s short cape and flowing robe were as nothing compared to the bitter cold of Shai. The snow falling gently upon the slanted rooftops turned to trickles of weeping water the moment they made contact with the sloping layered tiles. Still, Varse pulled his cape around him as he walked through the darkness, his red eyes glancing around the passing buildings.
His vote for additional military spending had failed, of course, as he knew it would. Corruption had won the day, and he cared little if they thought of his visit to his home city and Clan as a withdrawal, routine or not.
No sooner had he arrived in Ishtai, however, before Council business intruded once more. A letter had been left inside his temporary quarters by an agent of Shai, urgently requesting a private meeting to pass along information too sensitive to be written.
He made his way down the moonlit streets, empty at this hour, more than familiar with his intended destination. What the public considered to be a simple shop nestled amongst many identical buildings, Varse and his fellow representatives knew to be the local operations center for Shai agents.
Many times had he traversed these alleys and streets during his visits, though rarely so late. His eyes seemed to squint at each shadow, his pointed ears perking at each out of place creak. Discretion was a must, he knew, and despite the exemplary safety of all Dril cities, he hadn’t come alone.
Nearly there, turning down a narrow path that led between two rows of buildings, he heard a faint whistle of air run past his ear before a thin needle clinked off the paving tiles before him. Whirling around, Varse turned in time to watch as a body tumbled limply from the nearest rooftop, slamming to the ground in a heap with an arrow protruding from its head. Before he could react, another arrow flew high above him, receiving a pained gasp before a second body fell from the rooftop on the opposite side of the alley.
Reaching to retrieve the small dagger concealed within his sleeve, he watched as four men stepped from the shadows ahead. They began to approach, only to halt as the sounds of a man descending from the rooftops echoed from behind Varse.
Daring to turn, he watched as a Dril stepped from around a corner, discarding a bow. Bathed in moonlight, his red eyes peered intently through the eyeholes of the black steel helmet concealing his features, decorated with the ritualistic symbols of Clan Chalvarrus painted in harsh orange lines. A black bodysuit highlighted his lean yet deadly form, remaining still like a waiting phantom.
“Salik,” Varse thought as he slowly backed towards the nearest wall of the alley, unwilling to be caught in the middle.
The moonlight gleamed off Salik’s dark curved blades as they slid from his back, red eyes narrowing before he stepped forward. The movement seemed to spring the opposing men into action, darting towards the Dril they outnumbered. Clearly three Arkos and a wingless Lanthian male, the would-be assassins rushed to meet his blades.
Varse heard the ring of steel meeting steel, watching as Salik spun to parry two before ducking under a third. His blades streaked through the air, cutting across the side of his nearest opponent. Slicing deep, the man screamed in agony as he fell back, clutching at a wound that practically poured his deep purple blood.
Moving with a wordless ease, Salik deflected the Lanthian’s blows before taking the tip of an Arkos’s horn off in a wide sweep, opening the surprised man to a downward slash that carved him from neck to hip.
The final two men timed their attacks, working skillfully in unison as if a single being with four arms. Salik brought the number down to three, sending one hand of the final Arkos flying from his wrist with an upward cleave.
Utterly outmatched and failing to stifle the dark purple flow, the Arkos turned from the fight to flee in desperation. Salik slid a throwing knife from his belt and hurled it into the back of the gray man, watching him collapse as he heard the Lanthian turn to run.
Varse stepped from the wall and pointed firmly. “GO. Don’t allow him to escape. I’ll stay with this one. GO.”
Salik nodded as Varse knelt beside the dying Arkos, whirling around to chase the fleeing man.
The Lanthian dashed through the steadily tightening alleyways, hurrying around corners as Salik’s pointed ears followed his sound. They emerged onto a wide street, and he watched as the green man climbed a nearby travel house discarded at the side of the road, flat on the ground without its Chidrae mount to carry it. He jumped from its roof to a nearby windowsill, scurrying up the side of the building.
Salik followed his path up the wall, nearly appearing to glide as his trained limbs worked swiftly. The Lanthian was already on its feet when he found his way to the top, sprinting across the rooftops.
Quickly dashing to catch up, he traced the road as they ran across the long line of buildings, leaping down onto shorter structures and scrambling up walls onto higher rooftops.
Salik’s feet slammed into the layered tiles each time they leapt, sending old and shattered pieces sliding off the shallow slopes of rooftops. His red eyes remained locked onto his prey, never uttering a word as he heard the Lanthian’s panicked breaths.
The rooftops leveled into a steady row of uniform buildings, and Salik seized his opportunity to hurl another knife, ripping deep into the green man’s right calf. Screaming, he crashed into the roof titles upon his stomach, nearly sliding off the edge before Salik reached him and pulled him to the center.
Tearing away sheathed daggers from the man’s belt to toss them to the street below, Salik slid one of his swords from his back. He pressed it to the man’s throat, his freehand clutching the front of his clothes in a deadly grip that prevented his escape.
Gritting his teeth in pain, the Lanthian struggled for only an instant as he felt the cold steel pressed against his skin. “Well? D..do it! Be done with this!”
“You have information. Speak it and I shall,” Salik’s voice came in a nearly metallic tone from his mask.
The man hesitated, nearly flinching each time he peered into the Dril’s red eyes.
“Quickly, else I’ll drag you to The Domain’s integrators.”
“NO,” the man started, only for a deep green to overcome his cheeks from his reaction. He breathed, calming himself. “I know the interrogation techniques of my brothers.”
Squinting, Salik pressed the blade harder against his neck. “You’re an agent of Shai?”
Nodding, the man attempted to swallow.
“Who gave the command to harm your Potentate?” Salik’s icy voice demanded.
Hesitating, the man released a deep sigh. “I won’t surrender to torture. Swear to grant me…a swift death, and I’ll speak what you seek. Swear on your honor, and I swear on mine to speak truth.”
Considering his words, Salik granted him a firm nod. “On my honor.”
Closing his eyes for a moment as he accepted his fate, the Lanthian met his killer’s gaze with renewed intensity. “I can speak but a single word, yet you’ll come to find it’s enough. Palidri.”
Assessing his prey, Salik knew he could press for further details. He could gouge his green eyes from his head, slice off every finger one by one, yet he had given his word. “Very well. Honor for honor.”
The Lanthian lightly kicked in pain as Salik dragged the blade across his neck, cutting deep. He struggled for only a few brief moments before falling limp, a far shorter death than what would have awaited him.
Furrowing his brow, Salik frowned as he wiped the mixture of light green and purple from his blades before returning both to their sheaths.
***
Hearing footsteps approaching, Varse loosed a vicious grimace as he readied his dagger, only to ease as he noticed Salik. “Well?”
“He granted me a word, nothing more.” He looked down at the limp Arkos at the older Dril’s feet.
“Died before he could speak,” Varse explained with visible frustration. “What of this word?”
“Palidri,” Salik stated, his eyes scanning the ground.
Varse stroked his bald head with a scowl. “Of what use…I’ll have to assess The Citadel’s archives.”
Lifting a tiny needle from the ground, Salik held it up against the moonlight as he studied it closely. Its pointed tip split into four prongs. “One attempted to blow this into you before my arrow stopped him. Poisoned, no doubt.”
“Ensure you don’t lose it, boy,” Varse said as he approached, placing his hand upon Salik’s shoulder. He felt the rubbery fabric of his suit beneath his fingertips, concealing hard muscle beneath. “You’ve proven yourself tonight. When I return to Shai, it may be time you accompanied me.”
Red eyes widening, Salik quickly lowered himself to kneel, bowing his head. “You…honor me, master.”
“Master? Stand. Now. I’ve left you too long with that fool Vesh. No Dril is master of another. Do you understand?”
“Apologies…my Potentate,” he said, rising dutifully. “My blade is yours.”
Varse rubbed his tired face. “It may now be necessary, for I doubt whoever sought my death will simply cease.”
Salik remained still, holding the needle tightly.
“You’ve more to say? Quickly, we shouldn’t stay here long.”
“My Potentate…these men were agents of Shai,” Salik replied, nearly sounding pained at the reality of his own words.
Momentarily unable to speak, Varse’s expression hardened further. “What madness do you speak?”
“I speak the truth. The man admitted such himself. Think on it further, for how could they have known your destination well enough to ambush you? I watched them, my Potentate. We weren’t followed.”
Wordless once more, Varse paced away from the younger Dril as if lost, his thoughts reeling. Agents of The Council, commanded only by Representatives, for their very existence wasn’t a matter of public knowledge. He felt a deeply sickening sensation fall into his stomach as he thought of the message left in his chamber, encoded and marked in ways only they knew. He felt an urge to reach out to steady himself against the wall.
“My Potentate?”
“This is a mistake,” Varse nearly whispered as he turned around. “A Dril could never order the death of another Dril. It…spits in the face of everything we hold sacred. You’re mistaken.” Doubt slipped into his mind despite his words, thinking back to his last conversation with Sinshi.
Salik stood in silent stillness, unmoving as he watched Varse pace back and forth.
Varse’s cape fluttered in the chilly wind, the snow beginning to quicken in the darkness. His frantic misgivings gradually cooled as he found a commanding composure, masking whatever lay beneath. “Whatever this is…whatever we’ve stumbled upon, the truth will be found. Come, boy. We’re returning to The Capital at once.”
48th of Fixuin, 12 AVE.
Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.
The great doors sealed as the latest citizen departed the throne room, allowing an insidious grin to play across The God Emperor’s face. It was time to begin.
His silver eyes scanned the colossal chamber, studying the various women of his imperial harem as they lounged about the pools and cushions of the room. A particular girl caught his gaze, brazenly peering at him from down below.
Gesturing for her to approach, he watched as her wide hips swayed alluringly, carrying a confidence that matched her grin. She ascended the steps of the throne’s pyramidal base with his permission, bowing her head when she reached the top. “Your holiness.”
“Come.” He beckoned, reaching out to take her hands in his to guide her into his lap. As nude as every other member of the harem, she allowed a blush to compliment her sharp features as she felt his manhood beneath the silky fabric of his one-suit.
She was no stranger to the duty expected of her, yet she knew nothing of his larger intentions for the day. As their departure for Spirexia quickly approached, he held every hope of leaving as many members of his harem bred before they left the shores of The Empire. How curious it would be to return to a horde of new mothers upon their return, finding The Grand Pyramid brimming with children. A worthy welcome home.
Her experienced hands reached between her legs, opening the groin slit of his one-suit to free his cock. It slid from its lair like a ravenous beast, finding its first prey.
Rubbing his shaft between her spread legs, she could only turn back to glance at him in pure lust, the warmth of her lower lips pressing against him only wetting his own arousal.
“Ooohh…” a moan escaped her as she pressed his tip to her waiting womanhood, allowing herself to sink down upon his length. Descending slowly, she accepted every inch as her mouth opened, satisfying a craving that only the cock of her master could fulfill. He felt her tight tunnel, a proper candidate to begin the long line of lovers for the day.
With her back supported by his armored chest as she bobbed up and down, he ran his fingers through her long hair, appreciating the bluish tint of her dark strands as if they were the water of a dark sea.
Reaching around to seek her breasts, he granted them a gentle squeeze. Their moderate size filled his palms, enough to properly feed the children he’d grant her, while also elegantly rounded and firm. As average as they came, they’d only be the first of many he’d caress before the day was done.
The guards lining the walls remained firm and stoic, never turning their heads even as her moans echoed off the walls. Every minute that passed seemed to test their resolve, dragging out until Dominax could keenly sense their building arousal.
Finally, pulling her firmly against his chest, he groaned into her ear as he filled her. She mirrored his satisfied breath, turning her head back to see the owner of the cock that was certain to knock her up. Potent royal sperm oozed from her cunny around his buried shaft, dripping heavily onto the solid gold throne beneath them.
He allowed her a moment to merely bask in the afterglow of their sex before gesturing for her to stand, her legs quivering beneath her when she finally managed to pull herself away.
“Thank you, your holiness, for your divine seed,” she said with a bow when she turned to face him, her smirk having only grown bolder.
He watched her return to her harem sisters, quickly surrounded by a group of women that broke into giggles and whispers as she cupped her leaking womanhood to contain as much inside as possible.
“Bring in the next,” Dominax’s deep voice commanded the guards, inciting them to open the towering doors and usher in the next citizen. Each time he drained his lust, each time he filled a concubine, he’d listen to the needs of his people as he recovered.
The man that entered provided little interest to him, and he settled the matter quickly. By then, he already felt a deep ache stirring within his loins, urging him to breed.
As the man was escorted out, Dominax selected the next to receive his seed. A short young woman found his favor, stepping forward shyly as she clasped her hands. A skinny little thing, she approached nervously before kneeling at his feet.
“Don’t be frightened, you’ll find there is no greater pleasure than here upon my throne,” he said, guiding her closer. With a faint blush of embarrassment, she carefully straddled his waist, moving as if a single mistake could ruin the moment. She pushed aside an auburn strand that covered her right eye, while the rest of her hair didn’t extend past her chin.
Taking her hand to calm her, he pressed his lips to hers as his other hand caressed her small rear, attempting to coax her enjoyment. She released a stifled breath as he moved his hips, sliding his already hardened manhood against her flat midriff.
Moving his hands to her narrow chest, he began to fondle her nearly flat breasts, encircling her nipples. At first he pinched them softly between his thumb and forefinger, gradually adding pressure before releasing them as hardened nubs that brought a heavy warmth to her breath.
“I’m…ready, master…”
Guiding her to slightly rise in his lap, he reached down to position his throbbing manhood with her snug labia. She released an innocent squeak as she cautiously lowered herself, holding tightly to him as he claimed her virginity.
While holding her hips, he allowed her to settle into a rhythm she was comfortable with before eventually assisting in timing her movements, watching the pleasure of a new sensation spread across her delicate features. She squeezed tightly; his cock buried deeply as it explored new territory.
His hands caressed her sides, feeling her slim figure as he allowed her to kiss him further. Eyes closed, she possessed no capacity to withhold her emotions, displaying her nervous enjoyment for her lover to see.
Virgins didn’t remain as such for long within the imperial harem, and it was clear that she was a newcomer. Perhaps from Miri or Velexia, possibly even Tarin. It mattered little. Now she was in service to The God Emperor, part of a greater duty than herself.
Back and forth she rocked her hips, following her limited instincts as her pleasure mutually built with her master. His hands moved to hold her ass tightly, pulling to force himself deeper and deeper inside. Soon she found herself whimpering with lust, unable to keep her lips from his as he allowed her to eagerly partake in what was rightfully her Concubine Empress’s.
It wasn’t long before her tight embrace proved to be too much, and he pulled her hard against his body as he felt his orgasm overtake him. Fingers digging into the soft skin of her rump, he groaned as he released a flood of his potent sperm inside her smaller, fertile body.
In return she shook, releasing a squeak as she experienced a shattering orgasm atop his lap. Wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace, she held onto him as if her life depended upon it.
Only when they had both recovered did she grant him a final kiss, carrying a deeply sentimental expression. “I…love you, master.”
A chuckle seeped from his lips, both satisfied and insidious at once. “Good girl. Now go, join your harem sisters. The healers will tend to you when the time comes.”
Slowly, she clumsily attempted to stand on quivering legs as she left his lap. His cum practically poured from between her skinny thighs, inhuman in quantity and certain to claim her womb.
The others comforted her with embraces of their own when she descended the steps of the throne, congratulating her with comforting smiles and words.
It was a shame, truly, for he would’ve been curious to see her petite body swell with his child. Yet time was short. Already ships were beginning to fill the port, loading supplies for their departure in mere days.
Again a citizen was permitted to enter, coming forth as a man hailing from Xenri. A thought of the city’s namesake, Xenia, momentarily dampened his rebuilding lust, though he allowed the memory to pass by as if a potential storm that didn’t quite manage to form. He listened to the man’s words, a dispute over farmland newly carved from the rainforest, and dismissed him after swiftly settling the matter.
Next, his searching gaze found his prey. In direct contrast to his previous mate, the woman he gestured to appeared nearly as tall as he was, with womanly curves and breasts to complement.
She presented a kind smile as she approached, clasping her hands before her noticeable chest. “Your holiness, I’m pleased to once more possess your attention.”
Proving her words, he sensed the spiritual lines extending from her soul to feel four previous children born from her loins in his service. The size of the imperial harem allowed her to blend in without becoming overly familiar, yet he granted her a knowing nod as she bowed before him.
More than accustomed to his touch, like many of her harem sisters, she caressed his thighs with one hand as the other teased between her own legs. She released a hungry breath, her kind smile possessing a keen interest as she eyed the cock that sired her children. “My womb has felt cold without your seed, master. Make me a mother again, if it pleases you.”
“I shall. Have no doubt of that.” He studied her feminine curves as she lightly pleasured herself, ensuring she was prepared for his large manhood. Then, turning around to bend over, she placed her hands on her thighs as she moved her round rump to hover above his lap.
Sinking deeper into the throne to better align himself, Dominax guided his cock into her vagina as she lowered her ass. A satisfied gasp eased from her lips as if claiming what she craved most, her lower lips wet around his girth.
Bobbing up and down atop his manhood, her heavy breast hung firm on her chest, jiggling with each movement. He wondered if a dozen of his sons could suckle from her in turn without draining her, a thought that increased his desire.
“Ahhh…please, your holiness…get me pregnant…” she said, her tone swelling with motherly ambition. “My womb craves to grow another of your divine children!”
Only the third, he could see the clear indicators of lust beginning to build amongst the surrounding harem. Lounging about the throne room, nearly all began to watch as he used their fellow member. Her words rang throughout the chamber, only inciting further giggles of concealed lust between the nude women.
“Breed me…ooohhh…breed me!” she moaned, her experienced hips moving up and down with urgency.
He watched as women within the surrounding pools began to sneak their hands beneath the calm waters. Others far more brazenly began to kiss, openly exploring each other’s bodies.
“Three sons…and a daughter…” his current mate moaned, ramming his cock deep each time she moved. “That is my contribution to your blood! Grant me another…oooohhh…”
The stoic silence of the guards remained a testament to their training, for Dominax sensed their desire as if a predator in water. He’d grant them a show, he decided, and nearly roared as he finally slammed his cock deeply into his mate.
She cried out, feeling his warm sperm erupt to fill her. Well acquainted with his seed, her motherly body accepted as much as she could hold before it began to leak heavily down her thighs.
Like the others, she thanked him before descending the throne.
The next few hours proceeded as the first, The God Emperor selecting a mate before allowing a citizen to enter. Moans echoed throughout the throne room, sperm meeting womb, soon to meet ovum.
Five women fell to his cock, then ten, then over a dozen. Though the power of his royal blood allowed greater endurance, he knew he couldn’t continue indefinitely.
As the latest stood from his cock, leaking, soaking with orgasmic lust, he decided the next would have to be the last. Many unfertilized wombs still lay in waiting, providing ample choice as he looked about the chamber.
Recovering, he allowed the last citizen to enter for the day, hardly regarding him as he knelt before the throne. Traveling from Ravrin, he named himself a trader before reciting his tale.
In truth, Dominax was hardly listening, his silver eyes seeking a female worthy of bearing his blood.
“The roads are hardly more than pathways cut through the rainforest, overgrown and…perilous. Your holiness…my daughter learned of such a fact when she accidently fell into a pit of Vincir vines on our journey here. I managed to free her after several hours, though by then she…had been…” Shame overtook his face, leaving the statement hanging. “I ask that you see to repairing the existing roads within your borders that no other father must witness such a thing, or worse.”
“The matter will be looked into,” he replied, his eyes finding a woman who appeared to do everything she could to lure him. Dancing seductively, her hips swaying tantalizingly, she granted him a smirk. “If that is all, you are permitted to leave.”
Obeying, the man moved to leave as the woman continued to dance, moving her arms to caress her own chest. Dark, wavy hair fluttering about her slim shoulders, she met his gaze with eyes of blue swirled with green.
Pointing to her, he watched as confidence bloomed over her pretty face, as if his selection was never in doubt. Her long and feminine legs climbed the many steps of the pyramidal dais. “Long have I waited to serve.”
“Then by all means. Serve,” he commanded, grinning.
Though all others had taken to his lap, this one instead began to lower herself to her knees. Claiming a place between his spread legs, she reached out to caress his manhood as if it were a precious artifact.
“Poor, magnificent cock…you must surely be sore after so many hours.” Hand stroking up and down, she moved with a seductive gentleness. “Come, allow me to sooth you.”
He watched as she pressed his tip to her lips, only to slide him inside. He groaned, feeling the underside of his shaft against the texture of her wet tongue.
Giggling around his cock, she slowly began to move her hand, pleasuring him with her mouth before sliding him free. “I can taste them still…the juices of my companions.”
Gritting his teeth as she returned him to her mouth, he watched the evident experience she possessed as she took him down her throat. “You were a pleasure slave…ahh…weren’t you? Before you were mine?”
Chuckling, she shook her head as his cock left her once more, allowing her to jerk his soaking length with a steadily tightening grip. “I was merely the curious daughter of a hunter, with an even more curious tongue.“
Easing him back inside, she reached up to carefully caress his testicles, moving as if she understood just how valuable they were. In and out she moved, then licked the entirety of his length from base to tip, before allowing him to slide down her throat without gagging.
As he enjoyed her skill, she once again began to jerk him as she pulled back. Then, moving down, she began to slide her tongue across the seat of the golden throne between his thighs, attempting to lick up the ample amount of sperm that had leaked from his many mates. Swallowing much, she grinned like a hungry serpent before pressing him back to her pretty lips.
Utterly intrigued, Dominax began to hold her head to increase her speed, gradually forcing himself deeper down her throat with each movement. Rather than pulling away, she seemed to revel in his pleasure, worshiping his divine cock.
“If you continue much longer…I may finish before I’ve had you,” he said, feeling her tongue run along his shaft.
“Oh, don’t concern yourself, your holiness,” she said as he allowed her to momentarily pull back. “Your seed shall claim me. Simply enjoy yourself, and I vow to take care of the rest.”
Uncertain of her words, he allowed her to resume, sliding his girthy manhood to the limits of her throat. The cock that had buried itself into many concubines throughout the day now explored the depths of her mouth, causing him to groan.
Slowly he felt himself approaching his final climax for the night, wondering if he should pull himself free before it was too late. Instead, his curiosity seized him, allowing her mouth to pleasure him until he passed the point of no return.
Her dual-colored eyes shimmered with lust as she felt him cumming down her throat, sliding her head back until he was filling her mouth. Quickly she was overwhelmed, choking as she struggled for breath. Finally allowing him to slip free, she closed her eyes and cupped her hands beneath her chin as his tip squirted thick ropes of sperm to paint her pretty face.
Opening her mouth and sticking out her nearly drowned tongue to catch as much as she could manage, a viscous pool began to form in her waiting hands.
A spurt, then another, and finally the last, he drained whatever remained to him upon her face, noting just how much he was able to produce even after so many hours.
Basking in his sperm, her features drenched, she remained still before allowing her unique eyes to open. Then, with an expression of victory, she rose from her knees. “T…thank you. You’ve spilled the seed of a God, and now I’ll fulfill my duty my way.”
Allowing her to turn and descend, he watched as she reached the very base of the throne before she spun to face him once more. Then, lowering herself to lie back upon the stone of the floor, she spread her legs for him to see.
Lips parting in an open grin of fascination, Dominax watched as she brought her still cupped hands between her parted thighs, opening them to pour over her vaginal lips. As if an animal in heat, she began to finger the viscous liquid into her cunny, moaning in desperation.
Other girls watched, either giggling at the lewd display or only becoming further aroused themselves. Many of those he had already bred had lounged back to allow nature to take its course, yet now even they had sat up with curiosity.
She began to furiously swirl her fingers over her clit as her other hand continued to push as much of his cum inside of her as she could gather from where she had spilled it.
“For the holy God Emperor…for the son of The Creator!” she yelled in fervent devotion, appearing utterly obsessed with his cum. Her fingers continued until she found her own limit, her body shaking upon the floor as she climaxed.
Finally, watching her rest limply, he stood from The Vaid Throne. Descending, he stood over her as she peered up, offering her only a satisfied nod before he turned to address the rest of the harem. “You could all learn a thing or two from this one.” A chorus of light laughter filled the chamber before he adopted a triumphant tone. “Yet you’ve all done well tonight. The children many of you will produce as a result will do much to uplift the population. I speak of adding worthy blood to our citizens, though there is more truth to such words than mere pride. The Creator has assured me that children of my blood shall possess longer lives while avoiding the decay of physical aging. In time we’ll see if this promise holds true. An eternal peace, and a population bred to enjoy it for far longer. That is my gift to them, a purpose you all play your part in.”
Dominax watched their joyful reaction to his words, remembering Dorian’s many explanations. Still, he craved to study the effects his descendants would possess, yet time was short.
Leaving the throne room, he prepared himself for the coming war.
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