Vaid Empire: Conquest
Chapter 62
40th of Fixuin, 13 AVE.
Kingdom of Vaidrin, Omrin.
Streets of dirt had turned to smooth brick, though that hardly made them cleaner. Kunir traced the lines of their pattern as he remained slumped against a building. A ragged tunic and lazy posture granted his body the appearance of a beggar, yet his keen eyes studied the passing population beneath his wrapped hood.
He could nearly hear the jingling of the purses passing by, each brimming with imperial coins. A proximity to The Capital had made his kind a rare sight in the quickly growing city, though he cared little. More trade and wealth brought more potential targets.
An older man caught his eye, dressed in a bright red robe of dyed chimira silk. He swayed with an oblivious ease, his posture granting his watcher no doubt as to where he concealed his wealth.
Kunir stood before following the slow flow of traffic, blending into the crowd. He’d stand out more than he had during previous years, of course, though even the most prosperous of cities held some number of unsavory individuals. They’d see him as little more than a poor young man drifting along.
Slowing his speed, he allowed a patrol of white cloaks to pass by, their number making his ‘work’ increasingly difficult each year. His target strolled along as Kunir gradually closed the distance until they could nearly touch.
Hand slipping into robe folds as they had countless times, his fingers found the coin purse waiting inside. It was as easy as all the others, until he felt a firm hand grip his shoulder. Whipped around forcefully, he was met by the appearance of a large man dressed in a gray robe.
“You’ll be returning that purse to the Administrator now, boy,” the man said in barely concealed fury. The movement had parted his robe, granting Kunir a glimpse at the white chest plate beneath. The man fingered the hilt of a white blade upon his belt, making his heart sink. The red robed man had evidently hired hidden guards.
The guard called out to a passing patrol before sticking his hand out demandingly. Holding the fat purse, Kunir sighed before heaving it hard against the side of his accuser’s head. Nearby citizens turned in surprise to witness the guard stumble and collapse, granting Kunir a small moment of shock before he burst into a sprint. Shouts echoed behind as the patrol hurried after him, while the visiting Administrator screamed “Thief!”
Running hard while still clutching the purse, Kunir maneuvered his way through the streets and alleyways of Omrin. New buildings made of pristine white stone passed him on both sides. It seemed as though construction began anew every day, causing him to grow lost at several points in his escape.
The sound of the guards on his heels drove him harder, rushing between buildings and toppling over pedestrians in the streets. Where he had easily slipped between the legs of oblivious citizens as a child, he had grown taller than most of the people he now passed.
More guards joined the chase at the sound of the commotion, attempting to cut him off as he ran. He was forced to turn down a narrow alley, new in construction and unknown to him. The mistake was immediately recognized, for he skidded to a stop just before he’d crash into a wall. A dead-end.
An instinct to turn around and dash out was shattered as the guards blocked the exit. They slowed, approaching cautiously. “Ah, nowhere to run. Just surrender, boy. We’ll only break a few ribs if you behave. Course, you know the punishment for thieves…”
Backing away, he was able to take a few steps before the wall pressed against his back. Utterly pinned, he looked around in desperation, met on all sides by smooth white bricks. There’d be no escape this time.
Heart pounding in his chest, he threw his freehand towards the guards as a last resort. The man in the lead opened his eyes in honor as a bolt of lightning erupted from Kunir’s fingertips, slamming into the man’s chest. Though only strong enough to send him stumbling back into the arms of his companions, the group froze in momentary surprise.
Kunir dropped his hand in exhaustion from the exertion, shocked by his own actions. He had thrown aside his secret, and now…
Shouting in fury, the guards rushed forwards. Kunir felt their fists, uncertain if he was grateful they weren’t blades as he was hurled to the ground. Armored boots swarmed the narrow alley around him, pain shooting all over his body as they kicked him savagely. He struggled to protect himself, covering his head with his arms until a boot broke through and slammed into his face.
Dazed, he stared up at shouting faces as he slowly lost consciousness.
44th of Fixuin, 13 AVE.
Kingdom of Spirexia, Spiri.
The birth of a king approached as they studied the map before them. Within a domed chamber of Spiri’s royal stronghold, the royal advisors waited attentively as their God Emperor carefully pondered. The table they stood around had long ago been etched with the landscape of The Kingdom of Harin, its details worn from use. Spirexia was no stranger to war with their neighbor.
“The first to fall shall be Gadrin,” Dominax’s commanding voice broke the silence, tapping the location of a city. As far south as Harin’s borders stretched, it sat directly where the two rivers outlining the kingdom’s borders joined. “Such a foothold shall grant us control over the flow of trade.”
Somewhere in the distance, he sensed Quinla’s struggles through the thick stone walls of the structure.
“They wouldn’t allow a vulnerability such as that to be taken easily. Already our scouts report of their forces building along their borders,” Hesin‘s metallic voice echoed behind his mask. Nafalya stood silently beside him, her silver eyes missing no subtle reaction around the table.
“Just so. They see their position, as does the rest of Magnius,” Salduin interjected. “Both Kinia and Spirexia have fallen, and now they stand as the final hurdle impeding human unification. They’ll fight with everything they have.”
Dominax grinned insidiously. “Of course, which is why I’ve called upon every kingdom beneath my throne. We stand upon the brink of the final war fought between human civilizations, a strike against chaos that shall lead to its end. ‘The greatest human kingdom’ they’ve named it, yet we shall see just how well such a title holds against our unified masses.”
Beside him, Cendra subtly squeezed Clin‘s hand in excitement. The blond man stepped forward a moment later, remembering long discussions spent with The God Emperor over strategy. “Therefore, the conquest shall be split into thirds.” His hand swept over the left portion of the map, then the center, and finally the right. “We’ve been granted a great asset in our Concubine Empress, for she’s provided us with invaluable information regarding her former homeland. Harin is larger than our previous adversaries. They’ve had a millennium to develop, for they’re the very source of humanity itself. Their population is the highest we’ve faced thus far, their armies well equipped and trained. To minimize the bloodshed-”
“Efficiency is our aim, Clin,” Dominax interrupted.
He cleared his throat. “Of course. To proceed efficiently, we’ve selected several targets that shall cripple Harin’s resistance.”
Irith straightened as she prepared to speak, standing on the other side of Dominax. Arinax sat silently in her arms, clinging to her as he peered around with fearful silver eyes. “The cities of the west provide much in the way of food production. Though they rely on trade, to be sure, their stores and cellars will shrivel if the west is claimed.”
“Then I shall lead our forces in the west, your holiness,” Salduin pledged.
Dominax shook his head sharply. “No, for other duties call your attention. Instead, I’ve selected King Foin to lead the combined armies of Domexia and Spirexia into the west. Quinla may be preoccupied now, though when she has recovered, she shall proceed under his command.”
“Quinla? Can she already be trusted, father?” Cendra asked in suspicion. “If she’s still in contact with her cousin-”
“No contact has been permitted, my flower,” he replied firmly. “I’ve sensed no deceit within her, and she has ample motivation to ensure she remains strictly under my command. However, the men of her armies will be divided and reorganized within the legion. They are far too…freshly integrated to be trusted.”
Clin broke into the conversation, attempting to remain polite despite his concern. “The princess has stepped upon a curious point, your majesty. I’ve received reports that you’ve permanently dismissed Rolir’s retinue of guards. That’s a…perplexing gap within our defenses that I don’t believe I’m comfortable with.”
“Then you believe me so careless as to allow a potential enemy to wonder unwatched?” Dominax replied with irritation. He watched as Hesin remained still, offering no contradiction to the coming lie. They’d never need to know that waves now guarded Rolir’s bones. “I’ve granted the responsibility of monitoring Rolir to The Hesian Order. He’ll make no step from his hut without a Truthseeker witnessing his every move. I’ll leave no loose ends, Clin.”
“Of course, I meant no offense,” he replied, concealing the twinge of doubt within him. He gestured back to the table. “If that’s settled, I must also mention that King Foin’s heir has formally requested to lead in his father’s place.”
Irith tightened her arms around her son. “Prince Fonax? A boy of fourteen wishes to lead an invasion?”
Dominax slipped into a satisfied smirk. “The boy is ambitious, it seems. He shall not have his father’s command, yet, though perhaps a minor position of command could be arranged.”
“I thought as much,” Clin agreed before gesturing to the right portion of the map. “As for the east, the majority of their mines lay along the mountain range.”
“Queen Regent Elmia shall hold command over that task,” Dominax announced to the group. “Felza is far too inexperienced, and thus, she shall follow her lead.”
Hesin chuckled quietly behind his mask. “That’ll no doubt make for an interesting encounter, considering old Galis’s fate.”
“Elmia’s loyalty has always been unquestionable,” Salduin replied. “She’ll know better than to punish Felza for the deeds of her father.”
“And the center?” Cendra asked, gesturing to the final third of the map.
“Ah, my flower, we shall delve into their lands ourselves,” Dominax explained as he placed his hand upon her slender shoulder, sensing her heart rate quicken. “The population is heaviest along the great river. We shall sail directly for Visti, claiming cities as we proceed until our hold is unbreakable. Allow them to call us savages, uncivilized, for when we seize their prized lands, they shall witness the glory of The Empire.”
Ambition sparkled in her eyes as she reached up to touch his hand, her gaze settling on The Great Azure City in the far north.
A knock on the door rasped quietly, not unexpected. Dominax gestured to the guard beside the chamber’s entrance. She moved to open it quickly, allowing the presence of a young servant girl to step into the doorway.
Upon a commanding gesture from The God Emperor, she nervously bowed her head, speaking in the imperial language. “Your majesty…I bring joyful news. Queen Regent Quinla has given birth to a healthy prince.”
“So she has,” Dominax said, already sensing his son’s tiny presence growing stronger in the world, free of his mother’s womb. Still, it amused him that she felt the need to inform him of the sex, a fact he had been aware of for months. “Go. I’ll be along shortly.”
The girl bowed low once more before departing, leaving the group to break into separate discussions. Dominax silenced them with a raised hand. “We’re done here, though there remains much to do. You know your duties. You know our aims. You’re all dismissed.”
1st of Silla, 13 AVE.
Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.
“Quite a curiosity indeed,” Vixin said as she appraised the prisoner with concern. “Was it truly necessary to harm him?”
Inside the lowest depths of the Omrinian ship, she stood beside Rosila as Lalian was granted a closer look. The young man was bound between two structural beams of the damp brig, his battered and bruised body fully exposed to the humid air. His wrists and ankles were outstretched, and she wondered just how long he had been chained in such a position.
“He harmed a guard. The others took their own justice,” the ship’s captain explained. Though his wavy dark hair had grown longer since she had first encountered him at her son’s celebration feast, Vixin had recognized him the moment he had greeted her royal entourage in Domani’s port. He was Drivis of The City of Omrin, Lady Dunith’s sole heir.
Vixin glanced at the man with mixed emotions. Though she could clearly sense the composition of his soul, a mixture of both her father and Dunith, Drivis offered little in the way of sibling warmth. Hints of her father’s features stared back at her with cold eyes, his lips never shifting from the slight frown he held.
The subject of their meeting groaned into his gag as Lalian gripped the prisoner’s chin, tilting it as he studied his features. “Truly fascinating. I had hoped to study one of your father’s non-vaidimated offspring. W…with your permission of course, princess.”
Remaining under the cold gaze of Drivis, Vixin eyed the belt of his dark tunic. It proudly displayed his dagger, the so-called White teardrop. She’d give anything to toss the blade into the water of the port, knowing the horrid deed her own mother had used it to commit, yet her careful posture offered no hint of her thoughts. “You’ve brought lofty claims, Drivis. Do you truly believe the word of your men?”
He nodded. “When a dozen men all claim to have witnessed lightning spring from a mere thief’s fingers, you listen. As does the population. Personally, I’d have already discarded his body before he may do more harm, though Lady Dunith’s orders to deliver him were firm.”
“Domani is hardly a day or two away from Omrin by ship,” Rosila began, studying the prisoner’s beaten body. “You held him for some time. Tell us what you learned, unless you’ll hold to the claim that all of his wounds occurred during his capture.”
Drivis’s frown deepened. “We learned his name is Kunir, though he provided little else of interest. Dead mother, no other family but the obvious. We even attempted to force a display of his powers, though he was incapable.”
“Kunir,” Vixin whispered, feeling a hint of sadness upon her tongue. It required minimal effort to sense her father’s blood within him. Even orphaned, how could an illegitimate child of The God Emperor be allowed to fall into such squalor and hardship?
Rosila easily guided Lalian to move out of the way, glaring into the prisoner’s eyes. Though one had swollen shut, the other stared back in defiance. “You carry his divine blood, yet you spit on your father’s laws? In the very heartland of his Empire, no less?” She reached down, gripping his exposed testicles firmly. Kunir grunted in pain as she squeezed him, his gaze never faltering.
“Stop this!” Vixin pulled her mentor’s hand away, spinning her around. Rosila looked to her in shock, only for her lips to curl into a smile of respect after a moment. She backed away with obedient acceptance, allowing Vixin to take her place.
The prisoner glared at her, straining in his chains as she placed a gentle hand upon his bruised chest. She studied his face, his ragged sandy hair, seeing the clear signs of their kinship. He couldn’t be more than a year younger than her, having just passed into adulthood. She peered into his soul, sensing its composition. It was linked to a young woman, unrecognizable to her, but no doubt one of the many girls her father had enjoyed. Every confirmation of their sibling bond pained her, grimacing at the sight of his battered form. “Remove his gag.”
The trio waited for her command to be followed as her personal slave stepped forward from the corner of the brig. The skinny young man approached nervously, holding the wooden cup that had been prepared for the meeting. He placed it into Vixin’s waiting hand, blushing with a smile as she patted his cheek with the other.
“Thank you, Fanir,” she said, gesturing for him to return to his place before focusing on the prisoner’s gag. It was made from slinion silk, of course. The smooth black fabric clung tightly to his skin, concealing his lips. She remembered the stinging pain she had felt when Rosila had ripped a similar gag from her own lips.
Holding the cup, she pulled a small brush from inside. A slimy white substance dripped from its fine bristles. Discoveries of Northern ways had progressed since slinion silk had first been imported from Kinia, and as she began to brush the viscous liquid over the gag, she was uncertain how long it would require to take effect. The silk reacted to the substance quicker than she anticipated, its sticky nature slowly lessening until it appeared ready to peel from his skin. She did so, deciding not to inform him that the white liquid consisted of slinion seed.
“You may speak,” Vixin commanded in a soft voice, stepping back. “Kunir, is it?”
The prisoner retained his glare, though attempted to bow his head. “Aye, my divine imperial princess.” He spat on the wooden deck between her feet, his saliva speckled with crimson. “My mother taught me enough to greet you royals properly before she died, though expect little else from me.”
Rosila and Lalian appeared horrified at his disrespect, while Drivis nearly grinned. Vixin, however, met him with sorrowful eyes. “I apologize that she passed away. However, I’m curious why you simply didn’t make your heritage known. Any number of families would have been overjoyed to accept you into their homes, wealthy or poor.”
What passed for disgust spread across his badly bruised features. “Do you…know what they call that? I’ve heard it spoken on the streets. Bloodtrading. Oh yes, they’d be eager to claim me. Who wouldn’t want the prestige of holding a son of The God Emperor within their family? What a boast that would be.” He groaned as he shifted in his chains. “Of course, my unknown siblings have already started breeding. Your siblings, don’t forget. Their children are praised, but they aren’t as valuable to these kind families you speak of. See, there lies the problem, princess. They breed with ordinary citizens. Their ‘divine’ blood is diluted and will slowly phase into obscurity until they are ordinary themselves.”
Rosila glared. “No descendant of our ruler will ever be judged ‘ordinary’. You’ll all retain the physical benefits of his blood.”
“Ah, but then what? Everyone will possess such benefits after enough generations. Our divine God Emperor isn’t known for his restraint.” Kunir coughed, his nude body rattling his chains. “They’ve already begun to pay, you know. Ah, of course you do. The wealthiest pay highly for a baby of his blood. They offer their daughters and mothers to him, hoping he’ll bless them with a child. Others pay less for his grandchildren. Still a blessing, though less…fresh. Soon, they’ll pay even less for great-grandchildren, their holy blood diminished by outsiders. They’ll still brag, of course, and the trading will continue on and on.”
Thinking of her second son, Vixin allowed a shameful blush to claim her pretty cheeks.
“I’m sure a new family would have adored me. Who could resist the prestige of a son sired directly by The God Emperor himself? Oh, they’d have cared for me well, expecting me to be their stud the moment I reached maturity. I’m sure many would have paid them well to have me impregnate their daughters.” Kunir attempted to chuckle, only able to release a pained whine. “I won’t play their games. I made it my own way.”
“Your own way…” Vixin repeated, settling on a gamble. It was a risk to allow him to speak to her with such disregard before the group, though she cared little. “I suppose thievery is the glorious path you’ve forged? Nights spent sleeping on the streets alone?”
Kunir gritted his teeth. “If that’s all I have, so be it. I won’t pretend there’s dignity where there isn’t, yet I wasn’t a pawn. I wasn’t someone else’s prize. That’s enough.”
“And if an alternative arose?” Vixin dared to ask.
Drivis turned to her in surprise. “Alternative? You intend to spare this one?”
Vixin silenced him with a glare. Internally, she wanted to reach out and shake Dunith’s heir, to shout “Yet he’s our brother. Is the concept of kinship truly so easily discarded for so many?” Instead, she returned her attention to their prisoner. “I offer no promises, but the mere hint of a possibility. I’ll wager that’s more than you’ve yet been granted.”
“An offer of kindness from a royal? Maybe I still lay bloody in the streets, dreaming.” Kunir’s defiance mixed with hard suspicion. “Why?”
“Kindness isn’t guaranteed, though I’ll do what I’m able for you.” Vixin caressed his bruised cheek with sorrow. “There are those of us that remember the importance of blood, and no more of yours should be spilled.”
Drivis stiffened. “Is that wise?”
“Wise, princess,” Rosila corrected, receiving a glare from the man.
Vixin nodded firmly. “You shall deliver Kunir to The God Emperor, that he may judge him directly. If the claims of his abilities are true, he’ll no doubt prove to be more than a simple curiosity.”
“Judge?” Kunir spat, missing the amused smirk that tugged at the corner of Drivis’s lip.
“You did commit a crime. His judgment is only fair. However, I believe he’ll find a purpose in you,” Vixin replied gently before turning to address Drivis. “You will grant him comfortable accommodations during the journey, and ensure he reaches our father alive and unharmed. Do you understand?”
The amusement drained from the face of Dunith’s heir, hesitating before begrudgingly bowing his head. “Of course.” Then a moment later, as if poison tipped his tongue, he added, “Princess.”
10th of Silla, 13 AVE.
Kingdom of Spirexia, Spiri.
Darker, darker, turning the color of the void until…pure white. Dominax sensed the change within the blade as its surface changed color. The transformation required his strict concentration, his hands bathing the metal in the perfect mixture of fire and lightning. He ceased his powers at the precise moment, leaning back to assess the newly transformed chimira steel.
Sitting at a desk within his temporary chambers, a servant had already come to claim the small pile of freshly transformed weapons and armor for the legion. An hour each day was required to maintain a steady supply for his warriors, though the vast majority continued to rely upon armor and swords of ordinary metal. Fields of chimira flowers were tended to by armies of slaves to produce chimira silk, but where chimira steel was concerned, he remained the sole producer. It was an unacceptable bottleneck, though perhaps one that approached its end.
Running his finger along the white blade, he pondered the recent messages from The Capital. It came as no surprise that his illegitimate children were beginning to awaken their power, of course, though the situation would require monitoring. Those with greater capabilities, such as this ‘Kunir’ Vixin wrote about, must be accounted for and observed. None would ever be as powerful as a Vaidimated member of House Vaid, though their sheer number held the possibility of catastrophe if left unmanaged. With planning, however, they could be forged into a vital asset rather than a threat.
Already his thoughts fell upon the possibilities. The nature of war itself would shift if warriors possessing hints of his power could be trained. He’d be required to proceed carefully, though at the very least, he’d no longer be the sole producer of the white steel his legions desperately required. This Kunir in particular held his interest, and he allowed an insidious smirk to cross his lips. The boy would be brought directly into his hands.
He sensed her presence before she knocked, already placing the blade upon the bare table. Though he had transformed many swords in the last hour, this one in particular would remain in his possession, an unfinished gift for Cendra. He placed the thought aside as he quickly crossed the room, opening the door before The Queen Regent could finish her second knock.
“Ah, your holiness…” Quinla greeted him in surprise before bowing her head. Dressed in a replica of the short dress that had been tattered during her capture, the vibrant green complimented the dark gray of her hybrid form. Though she had recovered well from the birth, her slender body was of a secondary interest to him, for his silver eyes fell to the infant cradled in her arms. “May I come in? I require only a moment.”
He gestured for her to enter the now sparse chamber, as his personal belongings had already been prepared for their departure. “I have more than a moment to spare.”
With the door sealing behind her to conceal her words, she pulled back the blanket wrapped around her newborn son. “I merely seek to grant him a final goodbye before you depart in the morning, as privacy may be impossible tomorrow.”
Dominax peered closer at the baby, his silver eyes studying him with the same fascination he had experienced just after the birth. A hybrid mother and a human father, the future king lacked the infant horn nubs of his Arkos ancestry, as only his gray skin separated him from a pureblooded human. Even that appeared far lighter than his mother’s, a single generation away from disappearing entirely.
She watched amused satisfaction claim her secret lover. “It’s impossible to know when you’ll next meet, and I’d like him to be in his true father’s presence a final time before you depart. I’ll raise him well, your majesty. A true king shall rule Spirexia beneath your throne.”
Cupping her cheek, he nodded. “I know you won’t disappoint me.” He then leaned in, granting her a kiss.
Nearly shuddering, she forced herself to straighten up with a smile. “Of course, that isn’t my sole purpose in coming here. You see, your majesty, I’ve prepared a gift for you in The Bed of Clouds. Two, actually.”
“Oh?”
She chuckled. “I’ve inherited many boons from my cousin, your majesty. Among his former possessions, it seems that two Tazik servants have found their way into my service. Oh, they’ll be of some assistance during my rule, though I doubt the mundane duties I plan to grant them were the intention of The Lord of Harkrin when he gifted them to Rolir.”
The mention of a Tazik renewed his curiosity. “Your cousin was hardly a man to partake in servants.”
Her reply came as a shrug. “Then you see my dilemma. These Tazik beauties went untouched, and now I as their new mistress am unable to…well, let us say enjoy them in their original purpose. Therefore, to celebrate your final night in Spiri, why don’t you grant them what they’ve lacked these past few years?”
“One can hardly refuse such a gift,” Dominax replied with a smirk.
She was unable to keep the blush from her cheeks as she smiled seductively. “Very well, they’re waiting now. You’ve granted me my beloved Prince Loir, and perhaps it’d be best if you grant him playmates of his own blood. A future king shall require trusted companions, after all. Leave me with two servants in your absence, their bellies swelling with your divine seed.”
Already feeling his arousal building as they made for the door together, he paused only when he felt her hand upon his arm.
“Oh, did I mention they’re sisters? I assume that won’t be a problem.”
***
The guards parted and bowed as their God Emperor approached, standing aside as he entered the stairwell of the tower. Having been granted assurance that not only had his ‘gifts’ been thoroughly searched, but the entirety of the tower as well, he climbed until he emerged into the open chamber of The Bed of Clouds, high above the city.
A warm breeze ran through the chamber, its walls consisting only of pillars. Upon the large bed in the center of the floor lounged his prizes, as promised. Two Tazik females, they turned to face him, the thin sheets concealing their orange skin below their breasts. They giggled with eight eyes in total staring back at him, four each.
“Ah…your majesty…” the one on the left greeted him as they sat up together, her voice sounding unnatural in his language. “Or would you prefer…your holiness?”
“Whichever title you prefer to scream tonight shall be your choice.” He stepped closer, removing his one-suit. They watched closely, the right sister releasing a faint moan when his manhood was revealed.
“How good it is to encounter a ruler with…interest,” she stated, allowing the sheet to fall enough to reveal their chests completely. “Our former master hardly granted us more passion than a…quick release.”
Sensing their years, he realized they were close in age, with the woman on the right clearly more youthful. The left appeared slightly more mature, her breasts larger than her companion’s modest mounds. Quinla’s claim was proven true as he peered deeper into their souls, sensing their spiritual bond connecting to the same set of parents. His interest flared, grinning harshly. “You’ll find I hold none of Rolir’s reservations.”
“So we’ve been instructed,” the right said, biting her lip. Together they stood from the bed, allowing the sheet to fall away to reveal their gorgeous forms. As typical of all Tazik, their digitigrade legs drew his attention as they slowly approached, two sharp horns atop each of their heads. “We’re more than ready to be mothers…”
His arousal crept through him as they reached him, caressing his skin as they lured him towards the bed. He explored them as they walked, feeling their firm and round rears.
Mounting the bed, the younger ran her finger over his hardened cock, her body nearly quivering before the older guided her out of the way. She eased onto her back, parting her unique legs to display her needy Tazik womanhood. “My younger sister must learn to respect her elders and wait her turn. After all, you’ll find me more…experienced.”
Caring little which he took first, he rubbed his shaft over her waiting orange labia, sensing jealousy from the younger.
“We’ve waited so long for a proper mate…” she said as she felt him between her legs, her vagina aching to feel him. “Especially one so…large…”
The younger giggled as she watched Dominax line himself up, only for her mouth to open with lust as she watched her sister groan as he slid inside. His shaft stretched her, requiring him to proceed slowly as he sank fully into her.
Deep inside of a Tazik, his curiosity continued to tingle, feeling the differences. Only having experienced Layra, his sole Tazik lover thus far, he was reminded just how different the texture and plasticity of their loins were. Their species’s natural value as pleasure slaves was quickly proven as he began to thrust, his cock savoring the sensation.
Left to watch for the moment, the younger snuck her hand between her thighs. Her own neglected pussy called to her, demanding her fingers to lightly tease herself at the sight. Her sister moaned with each deep thrust, causing jealousy to radiate through her.
Dominax reached over to caress the voyeur’s breast, enjoying her tight and firm body as he continued to pleasure his current lover. His fingers skillfully danced over her orange nipple, causing her to bite her lip.
“Ooohhh…yes! Fill me! Seed my bloodline with human blood…” his mate moaned, her four eyes rolling back with each powerful movement of his hips.
“There’ll be time for that…ahhh…when I’ve had my fill,” he replied with a smirk. “We’ve only just begun.”
The younger gently took his hand, slowly guiding it between her legs in desperation. Replacing her own teasing fingers, he felt her wetness as he slipped a digit inside. She felt tighter, younger, a fertile pussy craving to feel his cock.
Hard and deep, his thrusts required mere minutes to make his mate’s neglected body orgasm. She seized around his shaft, continuing to shake as he pulled free. Then, grabbing the younger’s arm, he pulled her closer as he maneuvered onto his back.
The older sister collected her composure beside him, quickly turning onto her side to watch the younger mount him. She caressed the younger’s orange thigh lovingly. “Go on…you remember our training. Claim him!”
Encouraged by her words, she slowly sank down, covering her mouth with a pleasured whine as he entered. She held herself still for several seconds, adjusting to his size before beginning to ride him.
The thought that his cock was coated in the sister’s juices while inside his new lover stirred his familial instincts, forcing a moan from his lips. They’d share him as kin.
Noticeably tighter than her sister, she carefully bounced atop his manhood. Her digitigrade legs proved to be perfect for the position, two knees on each leg allowing for far greater control than a human.
The older moved to kneel beside them, placing her hand onto the younger’s ass to provide guidance. “Good girl…just like I taught you! Your body craves his seed…craves to bear his offspring. Show him!”
“Ooohhhh…” the younger moaned atop him, riding with passion. “He’s so…large! Oooohhh…I want his child…”
Dominax gripped her orange thighs, feeling her smooth yet firm Tazik skin. His cock was buried inside another humanoid species, a thought that never ceased to greatly intrigue him.
“He’s going to fill you, my girl…” the older said, reaching around to caress her sister’s abdomen. “Your womb shall be his, swelling with his seed. Won’t you thank him?”
“T…thank you…” she replied, only to repeat louder as she increased her speed. “Thank you! Ooohhh…thank you!”
Dominax felt her vagina clench hard around him, sensing her climax. She squeaked as she trembled atop him, her sister chuckling as she kissed her cheek.
He allowed her to recover, watching her breathe deeply as her orgasm faded. Already her sister had positioned herself on her hands and knees atop the sheets, wiggling her rump to call his attention.
Wasting no time, he waited for the younger to dismount him reluctantly before claiming his place behind her waiting rear. She moaned as she felt his tip tease against her, his hands grabbing her hips roughly. He pushed inside without resistance.
“F…fuck me…” she begged, feeling each hard slap of his hips against her ass. Her orange body rocked from the force of his thrusts, allowing her little time to adjust. “Breed me…ahhh…like an animal!”
Already the younger needed more, unable to wait her turn. She hesitated for only a moment before moving to sit before them, spreading her soaked thighs. Reaching, she carefully grabbed her sister’s long, sharp horns, forcing her to move forward to plant her face directly between her legs. Seemingly more than a little experienced in such matters, the older immediately began to lick.
Bent over with her rump raised high, his current lover could only submissively moan as he pounded in and out. The sight of her pleasuring her sibling filled him with a greater lust, moving quicker and quicker until he was slamming into her.
The speed of his rhythm could only be maintained for a mere minute or two by an ordinary human, yet he felt little fatigue as he continued on. His mate, however, was FAR less accustomed to such intensity, forcing her to groan between her sister’s thighs as she orgasmed from his skill.
He didn’t slow this time. Instead, he continued through her clenching tightness, his cock throbbing with the desire to breed her. The younger watched with surprise, realizing her sister was receiving a second, then a third, and finally a fourth orgasm. Jealousy poured from her being, yet he cared little. The scale would be balanced.
When he could endure no more without reaching his own limit, he pulled himself free. The older sister moaned with utter satisfaction, her legs trembling as she attempted to move out of the way. Instead, he forced her to roll onto her back, parting her legs once more.
“Come.” He reached out to the younger Tazik as she peered at him in curious confusion. She approached, obeying obediently as he forced her to lie atop her sister. They faced each other, pleasured expressions turning into giggles as their orange bodies remained pressed together.
He placed himself between their spread legs before sliding into the younger. She groaned, four eyes rolling back as he pushed inside. No time could be wasted as lust continued to rage within him. He quickly regained his speed, holding her rump as he slammed in and out.
The elder chuckled with lingering pleasure from her orgasms as she watched the younger’s tongue fall from her mouth. Her sibling was lost in the act of breeding, and she couldn’t help but lean forwards to kiss her.
“It’s only fair you receive…ahh…my seed directly from the source,” he explained with a hard spank. After all, her sister had enjoyed him longer.
“Ah…he’s going to impregnate you now, my girl,” the elder sibling stated as she gently caressed her sister’s cheek. “Be thankful your bloodline shall hold the blood of a God Emperor…”
“You’ll have your fill as well,” he chuckled insidiously. “You need only to catch a few drops.”
Eyes flaring with renewed arousal, she quickly reached down. She forced her hand between herself and her kin, spreading her own labia in anticipation. “T…thank you, your holiness! Fill her. Breed her. We’ll bear your children together!”
Feeling his limit approaching once more, he forced himself deeply inside his current lover, unleashing a flood within her fertile body. She cried out as they finished together, his hands quivering as he held her hips.
Her tight tunnel quickly overfilled, his seed pouring from her orange lower lips in a godly quantity. The elder sister bit her lip as she felt his viscous liquid drip from one vagina into hers, siblings sharing the same seed.
His cock continued through his pleasure with massive pumps, finally ceasing as he pulled himself free. He eased back, watching with a deep satisfaction as the bottom Tazik eagerly attempted to allow as much of his seed as possible to pour into her womanhood. She used her fingers to push it deeper, greedily claiming what she craved.
The sight of two fertile females desperate to become pregnant forced his cock to twitch as it recovered, feeling nothing but utter satisfaction.
“Is it enough to…” the bottom Tazik asked as the flow from her sister’s flooded loins trickled to a stop. “Will I…”
He nodded as he regained his breath. “I’ve sired children using far less.”
She allowed her head to fall back in relief, her sharp horns accidentally tearing the fine sheets beneath. Together the sisters rested as he appreciated the sight of his deed.
Thinking of Kunir, he pondered the fate of these two pregnancies. New soldiers for the legion? Workers producing chimira steel? Mere citizens?
Time would tell.
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