Vaid Empire: Conquest
Chapter 66
34th of Senin, 13 AVE.
Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.
Vixin released a breath as she hesitated, standing before the double doors of The Chamber of Deliverance. She turned, beginning to pace up and down the corridor.
In the very heart of The Grand Pyramid, the hallway had been decorated only with the banners of House Vaid. The walls of white stone brick appeared as though they could be found anywhere within the massive fortress until one reached the doors. She slowed to a stop, reaching out to caress the cold white steel.
Turning her head a final time, she saw the corridor leading away in two directions at either side; two options to simply walk away. Instead, she eyed the imprint of a hand to the right of the door, engraved into white steel. She placed her hand into the imprint, her senses tingling just beneath her awareness. It seemed to detect her blood, causing the double doors to slowly slide open. The God Emperor‘s daughter had returned.
A chill ran down her back as she stepped inside. The doors resealed behind her, allowing the darkness of the steel chamber to claim her. She ignited a small flame in her outstretched palm, the small light flickering over her nervous skin. Never had she entered alone, only permitted into the sacred chamber when accompanied by her father. The sight of the massive crescent moon decorating the metal floor sent memories flooding through her. Every hour of meditation, every painful lesson from her father, she found it unpleasant to return.
“I…seek The Creator,” she announced to the empty room as her voice echoed. After all, what could she say?
Silence lingered as she waited in darkness. Though tempted to flee, knowing she was breaking her father’s orders, she simply straightened up and did her best to conceal her fear. She wouldn’t fail now.
“Can you hear me?” she asked the darkness before a troubling thought entered her mind. “Do you even exist, Dorian?”
A weak chuckle echoed throughout the room. “Ah…I exist. Your father hasn’t…lost himself entirely to madness…quite yet…”
Feeling her fear reignite, she watched as a cloaked figure materialized within the shadows of the chamber. A translucent being, he began to walk towards her with soundless steps.
“My granddaughter…finally seeks me out. Very well…allow me to have a closer look at you…” The ghostly figure stood before her, studying her with eyes of sorrow as silver as her own. He reached up to touch her cheeks, her skin unable to feel his fingers. “So beautiful…of that I can take comfort…at least…”
“What are you?” Vixin asked as she attempted to keep the fear from her voice. Only the comforting sense of their familial connection allowed her to endure the encounter. Before her was supposedly The Creator, the very architect of her world.
“I…am what you shall one day become…child. A forgotten soul…” His ancient voice sounded as though it would crumble to dust. “I’m certain…you have many questions…”
A nervous chuckle escaped her. “More than a few, yes, though I’ve only ordered the guards away from the door for a short time.”
“Hmm? Oh…I wouldn’t concern yourself, child. Your father…shall already learn of your entrance here. His eyes…peer everywhere…always watching,” Dorian said, his faded form beginning to slowly circle her. “Did you not sense…the Truthseeker that followed you here?”
“Truthseeker? I passed dozens of beings on my way here. Surely father hasn’t ordered them to…” She allowed a blush of embarrassment, realizing she had fallen too deeply into a feeling of security. Even here, in the largest fortress ever constructed, she was never entirely safe from the schemes of others. “How did you know?”
“Your father’s spies…aren’t the only beings to watch over you…child. I observe when I’m able to…yet my strength continues to dwindle. You’re one…of the few interests left to me…” he explained with a hint of sorrow. “I know…you’ve come to speak of this…Salduin fellow…”
Surprise widened her eyes, yet she fought to maintain her calm control. As unnerving as it was to hear proof that a God watched over her, she savored the faint tingling of their familial bond. The only Vaid in Domani, she had spent more than a few nights longing for the return of her father’s protective presence. “That’s…correct. If you’ve watched us speak, I surely don’t need to tell you why I’d like to help him.”
Dorian appeared to ponder. “It’s a difficult thing…to pull away long enough to observe. Still…I was there atop that hill…at your side upon the graves of his fallen family…”
“That was an intimate moment between the two of us,” Vixin replied, using irritation to mask her embarrassment. Just what else had this ancient being witnessed her do?
“I apologize…yet you are all that remains within my reach. Your family is far from here…and I’ve grown too weak to view them,” Dorian explained with regret. “Would you allow an old man…the small comfort of your presence?”
Vixin bit her lip, thinking to all the previous nights she had practiced making love to her slaves. Had he been at her side then? “I suppose it couldn’t hurt, so long as you make your presence known.”
Dorian shook his head. “I can do…very little to interact outside this chamber. The power required…to create this world…has severely damaged me…child.”
“Then perhaps I’ll visit again, if my father shall already learn that I’ve disobeyed him,” Vixin offered. “So long as you avoid watching my more…intimate moments and assist me with Salduin.”
“Ah…of course. It’s no wonder your father…has selected this man as your mate. I’ve sensed him myself…” Dorian briefly closed his eyes in concentration. “A wise choice…”
“Oh? What do you know of The God Emperor’s breeding project?”
“God Emperor…” Dorian frowned. “At least…I shall agree with him on this matter. Surely…he has made mention of the workings…of conception, yes?”
Vixin nodded with a slight grin. “A piece of the mother’s soul combines with a piece of the father’s to form a new being. There are few who understand the process better.”
“Of course…” he chuckled. “Yet…some souls combine more naturally…than others. He desired to pair you…with a man he deemed worthy…and chose this fellow over his other advisors. The child you seek to sire with Salduin shall hold great potential…as your souls are more compatible than most…”
“How curious,” Vixin said, remembering the tiny tingling sensation she occasionally felt when close to Salduin. It had been faint enough to discard, yet the thought of carrying his child naturally sent a warm sensation of desire to her loins whenever the possibility fell into her mind. She craved more detail, hoping to understand all she could as The Goddess of Fertility. “Father said we’d discuss such things upon his return.”
“Then there’s no harm…in speaking upon it further…” Dorian chuckled as he came to a stop before her. Though much of his expression remained shrouded by the darkness of his hood, she could clearly sense a hint of sadness beginning to pool within him as he continued. “You know…I waited a millennium before I found your grandmother. A simple…ordinary human, yet the essence of her soul…was more compatible with my own than I had ever encountered. The potential of our child was…enthralling…perfect…something I couldn’t ignore. After her execution…I had hoped Dominax would use his extraordinary powers to protect himself…to live in peace…and yet…”
Vixin watched him search fruitlessly for his next words, sensing the deep sorrow threatening to overtake him. For a moment she was tempted to reach out, only to realize her arms would pass through his translucent form.
“I fear…I’ve lost him. Your father insists upon this path…seeking power and control. He shall not find peace until his death…yet perhaps…you may yet escape his fate…”
“Escape?” she asked, baffled. “What could I possibly hope to escape from?”
“Power…child. This life you live…the path your father has lured you upon…shall hold sorrow and unending conflict. You’ll find…no peace beneath a crown…for power is a delicate thing.”
Vixin straightened proudly, thinking of her time upon the throne. The tedium of residing over conflicts, the worry she felt each time she made a decision, such things prevented her from ever truly easing her mind. Even still, she couldn’t deny the excitement of it all. “So you say, yet we seek to forge an endless peace for all beings beneath The Empire.”
“Ah…his Eternal Peace. When this conquest is over…when he sits atop a throne overlooking the entirety of Magnius…he’ll find that swords turn to daggers…and battle cries turn to conspiratorial whispers…”
Vixin chuckled. “Of course, Dorian. Such is the nature of living beings. We shall never truly rest, no, yet the struggle to maintain order shall keep us strong and our senses sharp. Isn’t that life worth more than one of inert peace?”
“You sound…more like your father every year…” Dorian attempted to smile, yet the thought brought him no joy. “It shall never end. Your father’s throne…shall bring no shortage of betrayal…loss…and pain…to your family. It shall consume their lives…and I’d see you escape such a fate. Breed with this Salduin…forge your own family…and flee from here. Raise your children in peace…a simple life far from the struggles…of the throne. Simply…run, Vixin. Run and never look back.”
His final words sounded firmer than anything the old man had said thus far, making Vixin involuntarily shutter. Never before had anyone spoken such things to her, for the concept of a simple life away from court nearly seemed an alien concept. “An impossible notion…and one my father would never allow. Fleeing from his sight would nearly be as much of a struggle as remaining!”
“There are…ways…child. This world is my creation…and I know every inch of it. There are places beyond the eyes of The Empire…even should Dominax succeed in his conquest. I would not see you take my place…forced to watch your descendants…struggle beneath the weight of the throne…”
A scowl crossed her pretty features, harsher than she felt. Her thoughts fell upon her illegitimate sons, realizing she had never considered granting them the same peace Dorian now sought for her. She had placed them into positions of power. Domir had been granted to The Sages, and the second to a very wealthy household. They’d be forced to deal with the struggles such power brought, yet they’d enjoy untold luxury. Surely, that was for the best. “I recall something my father used to say when speaking of the population. ‘Their descendants shall live in prosperity and comfort, and they shall thank mine.’ We shall struggle, yet through that struggle we are rewarded. I’d see my descendants live in extravagant pleasure, rather than humble peace.”
Dorian’s figure faded further, merely a whisper of a man. “Then we…are at an impasse. Still…I ask only that you consider my words…”
Vixin nodded reluctantly. “I shall, yet my original problem remains. My potential descendants shall be irrelevant if Salduin remains unable to breed me.”
“Ah…of course.” Dorian nodded. “The man mourns eternally…”
“You’ve seen the state he’s in,” Vixin replied, her expression melting into worry. “I…want to help him. His seed is required for my own aims, though he’s a good man, even if a bit odd. He deserves to be freed of his pain if such a thing is possible.”
The Creator smiled, once more placing his hand upon her cheek. “This man is important to you?”
Unable to feel him, she nodded. “I shall not be his love, nor he mine, yet he’ll be the father of my child. He’ll do me a kindness and I’d see him repaid.”
The ghostly figure seemed to consider her words. “There is…perhaps…a way. I’m weakening…child…yet if this is truly your desire…return to the hill where his family is buried.”
“What must I do?” Apprehension flavored her tone.
“Merely place your hand…onto his head as he sleeps…and I shall do the rest…”
Vixin tilted her head. “I don’t understand.”
“Nor should you…yet I’ll do what I can…” His voice grew fainter, as if struggling to maintain his strength.
She reached out to grip his hands, only to pass through. She nodded with gratitude instead. “Thank you, Creator. Dorian. I…won’t forget this.”
“Merely remember my words…child. There is more to life…than power.”
She watched as his form slowly disappeared, sensing him fading back to wherever he stemmed from. No reply slipped from her lips as she stood in silence, her thoughts already falling to Salduin.
The Creator urged her to flee, yet she’d remain right where she was. After all, who could relinquish the life of an imperial princess?
35th of Senin, 13 AVE.
Kingdom of Vaidrin, Near Nitri.
“Time to go, Salduin.”
The large man turned his head to see a woman standing beside him, watching a small girl in the distance. A breeze carried across the desert stretching before them, sending white sand flowing gently over their feet.
“Jinilya…” The word was hardly a whisper as Salduin focused upon her, seeing her blonde hair flowing behind. She was dressed in the loincloth she always wore, a figure plucked from time to stand before him, matching a memory long faded. He felt no surprise at her presence, as if they had stood in this very spot for an eternity.
“It’s time, Salduin,” she repeated, continuing to watch the small figure playing in the sand.
“Can’t you stay? I’ve only just arrived.” Or had he?
She grabbed his forearms, turning her green eyes to meet his with a smile. “You’ve been here longer than you should. It’s time to go.”
“No, don’t go, Jin. Stay…”
“Not us.” She gestured for the small girl to return to her side. She obeyed, one moment playing in the sand, the next standing between them. A perfect combination of her parents, her dark hair was streaked with hints of blonde. “You, Salduin.”
“I can’t go.” He looked down to see his daughter, her face forcing him to remain calm. “Please, Jin.”
She caressed his cheek, a sensation he hadn’t felt in decades. “You haven’t been alive since we were buried, my love. We’ve watched over you, little more than a living ghost imitating a man. Where’s the joy in what you’ve achieved these past years? Where’s your family? Where’s your-”
He gripped her hand. “My family is here, Jin.”
She shook her head. “Your family is dead, my love. Beyond your reach.”
“No. You’re here.” He gripped harder. “I can feel you.”
“And when you wake, we’ll be dust and bone.” She smiled with sorrow. “Don’t let two old graves be the death of your future. We were here.” She touched his chest. “We are here, and we’ll remain, though there’s more to come.”
He felt his daughter’s hand reach up to touch his, causing him to groan in pain. “You’re only here because I failed you.”
“As did I, Sal. As did I.” She nodded. “But we’re safe now.”
Salduin watched as she nodded to a figure in the distance, an old man wrapped in a dark cloak. Silver eyes peered at him from afar, a specter among white sand.
“Nothing can harm us now,” she continued softly. “We’ve found peace. True peace, my love. When shall you?”
“How?” A whisper slipped from his throat.
“We hear you when you visit, Salduin. There’s a future waiting for you. A family upon the horizon. You’ve told us yourself. A princess, isn’t she?” Jinilya chuckled, granting him a kiss. “I see no clearer path than that.”
Salduin hesitated, gritting his teeth before allowing the very words he had feared to slip from his mouth. “And if I fail her child again? Our child?”
She caressed his cheek softly as a tear trickled down her own. “Then you’ll fail, yet you’ll have tried once more. Try, Salduin. Try for us. Go to this princess. Allow her to grant you a life that’s worthwhile. Love the child she grants you. Find a way to move beyond us, or I won’t forgive you nor myself.”
“Jin…please don’t. I…can’t let you fade.”
“Yet you must, if only a little.” She reached down to pick up their daughter. “We’re safe now, Salduin. It’s time to go.”
He moved to wrap them in his large arms, holding them close. “Tell me how. By The Creator…I don’t know how…”
“Merely close your eyes, my love.” She kissed him once more. “We’re safe, Salduin. Struggle no more. Mourn no more. Simply…live again.”
Allowing his eyes to shut, he squeezed his family harder. “You’re safe, Jin. You’re both safe…”
“Try your best, and we shall meet again in our proper time. Goodbye, Salduin…” Her voice grew fainter as she spoke.
Clenching his eyes, he waited, hearing nothing as even the sound of the sand faded away. He eased his muscles as a sigh slipped from his throat. When he opened his eyes, his arms were empty, and he allowed them to fall limply to his sides.
“Goodbye…Jin.”
His true eyes slowly opened as he awakened, staring at the orange sky as the sun began to emerge from the horizon. He turned his head to see Vixin kneeling beside him, her hand resting upon his forehead. She smiled with obvious apprehension, pulling back.
“Salduin?” Her voice came as a question, displaying more nervousness than he had ever witnessed from her.
He sat up, feeling the hexagonal grave markers at his side. “May I…go back?”
“I don’t know what I did, or if it was even by my hand.” She shook her head. “But I don’t believe so.”
He nodded after a moment, releasing a breath he had held inside for too long.
“Are they…gone?”
“No.” He placed his hand upon one of the graves. “Though they’re here now instead.”
“That’s…wonderful.” She moved closer to grant him a kiss. When he didn’t pull back, she felt her cheeks blush as they finally met.
Seeming to savor it, Salduin appeared to test himself before separating. “You’ve been very patient with me. I will not replace her.” He removed his hand from the grave. “Though if you grant me a child…I shall raise it as a father should. I’m…ready now, Vixin. As ready to move forward as I’ve ever been.”
Running her hands over his powerful chest, she closed her eyes as she pressed forth once more. Her renewed passion turned to worry as he stopped her.
“Not here. Never here. I’ll need some time to clear my head, but if you can grant me-”
She cut his words off with a finger against his lips, smirking. “Oh Salduin, you underestimate me. What’s another month or two after waiting so long? Take your time to ensure you’re properly prepared. Upon the last night of Iahta, I’ll send for you.”
Salduin watched her stand, a delicate hand reaching down to him. He took a final glance at the graves, gently caressing one of the hexagonal stones. “If this is what you want…Jin…” he thought to himself before reaching up to accept Vixin’s hand.
46th of Iahta, 13 AVE.
Shai Domain, Between Nelzarshi and Zerdril.
Salik prepared to pounce, watching one of the tiny black creatures skitter past him. Nearly the size of his hand and clad in scaly skin, it was one of dozens he had seen dwelling within the palace’s crawlspaces. His hand flung towards his prey, snatching it like a striking serpent. He twisted its long neck without thought, hearing a tiny snap before its narrow body went limp.
The common name for the dead creature was a lidrae, yet to Salik, it was merely meat. He pulled a knife free of his belt, removing the scaly skin as his pointed ears remained open and patient.
Upon his stomach as he waited atop a stone ledge overlooking the palace’s main entrance, he waited for his guest. It had been a simple thing to remain hidden for the past two moons. From crawlspace to crawlspace, shadow to shadow. Palidri had become his world, never allowing himself to think beyond the walls of the palace until it was time to send a report to Ynisa. All else would only distract him from his mission.
Salik removed his helmet before sinking his teeth into the flesh, ignoring the reality of his meal. His supplies had indeed lasted him a full moon. Now, however, he found sustenance wherever possible.
The doors below him began to heave inward, admitting a man escorted by a pair of guards. Traces of snow swept into the entrance hall as a storm raged outside, forcing the guards to close the doors quickly. Dressed entirely in black, the guest brushed the snow from his short robe and leggings before removing his thick gloves. His gaze swept the chamber, forcing Salik to creep further back atop the ledge as the man made himself at home.
Candles of blue flame flickered in place of torches, their light accented by darkness in every corner of the hall. The stone walls had been decorated with white wooden paneling carved with symbols traditional to Clan Irsi.
Salik studied the man from his dark ledge, already well aware of his identity. It had been easy to intercept messages from oblivious servants, learning days ago that Jidun of Clan Irsi was scheduled to arrive this very day. A high-ranking member of The Agents of Shai, Salik held no doubt that the man commanded Sinshi’s cabal of assassins.
For the first time since he had infiltrated Palidri, Salik allowed himself a hint of surprise. Though every guard he had observed during his stay was of a different species, be it Arkos, Lanthian, or Tazik, Jidun was a fellow Dril. Aside from the pretty Dril servants Sinshi employed, it nearly seemed as though the old Representative had intentionally surrounded himself with outsiders. Even now he noted the Arkos guards below, their armor padded by thick furs as they shivered from the outside cold.
With his hair pulled back into a loose bun, Jidun nearly seemed to shiver as well. Salik peered closer, the low light making it difficult to tell for certain.
“Ah, welcome, Jidun!” a voice called out as Representative Sinshi approached from afar. The old Dril sauntered into the entrance hall, his white and green robe gliding over the smooth stone floor. He embraced his guest and whispered a traditional Irsi welcome even as his round belly got in the way. “You’ve arrived before the worst of the storm, my friend.”
“About time. The roads are colder than Tsida’s corpse.” Jidun found his place at Sinshi’s side as they began to walk slowly through the long chamber.
Salik discarded the lidrae before donning his helmet. The wooden beams supporting the roof allowed him to step from one to the next as he followed from above, moving soundlessly. His pointed ears perked at the man’s words. “Cold?”
Sinshi merely chuckled at the remark. “As she should be. Come. Grant me your reports.”
“The Potentate remains protected in old Vesh’s place. No change.” Jidun gritted his teeth.
“Vesh…” Sinshi tapped his chin. “Has the man accepted your…generous offer to join our little cause?”
Jidun shook his head. “He’s stubborn. Gave no response. It seems he may actually be genuine in his loyalty to The Potentate. It matters little either way. The man is a relic of the past, no longer an Agent of Shai.”
“A pity.” Mock disappointment claimed Sinshi’s voice as they neared the end of the long chamber. A set of double doors remained open to them as they strolled through. “Still, our number is sufficient without him.”
Salik heard them continue as he waited for the two guards to begin a conversation of their own. Distracted and shivering, they didn’t notice the shadow climb down the far wall and slip through the doors.
“…must proceed swiftly, as the halting of the government has severely hampered our progress,” Sinshi was saying as Salik hurried down the corridor to catch up. He ducked behind corners as he listened, moving from shadow to shadow as they slowly walked.
“So long as my men and I continue to receive our share, I care little how long this Potentate delays The Council.” Jidun’s trained eyes continued to peer around.
“Small aims in a game so large,” Sinshi replied with disapproval.
Jidun whirled on him, stopping the older Dril. “Small? I won’t be insulted by a man who does the same. We stand inside a product of your greed, Sinshi.”
The older Dril brushed Jidun’s hand from his arm. “I take what I need, it’s true, yet Clan Irsi receives the majority. Is the betterment of our Clan not my responsibility, my friend? Should I not work to see our lands grow wealthy?”
“You nearly sound like The Potentate. That old fool.”
“A naive idealist, though never a fool. Perhaps it may even have been possible to respect him if not for his damned obsession with the humans. He’d see our resources drained frivolously by preparing for a war that shall never touch our borders. What human could ever seek to conquer lands such as these? They call our beautiful cities frozen wastelands.” Sinshi waved a dismissive gesture. “How preposterous. I shall see our resources benefit Clan Irsi, rather than the man’s delusions.”
Jidun merely shrugged. “Hold whatever justifications you like, so long as our agreement remains mutually beneficial.”
“So it shall if you do your part. Have your men offered a response to my latest command?”
“Received word this morning. They’ll depart for Ishtai shortly, and they won’t fail again,” Jidun replied harshly.
“Very good, my friend.” Sinshi’s light expression suddenly darkened as he stepped closer, lowering his tone. “Yet should you ever place a hand upon me again, I’ll take the entire arm. Don’t forget, I know your little secret.”
Jidun stiffened, nodding a moment later. Salik peered from around the corner, noting every word.
“Ah, but let us avoid ruining the mood of the day. There remains much to discuss.” Sinshi’s smile returned as he gestured to proceed, leading him down the hallway. “Your quarters shall be in The Vault beside mine.”
Curious, Salik followed them as they made several turns, descending a staircase. Briefly, he was forced to press against a wall, blending with the shadows of the night as a young servant girl passed through a connecting corridor. They reached their destination, standing before a large door of solid stone. Guards struggled to heave it open as the pair waited, revealing a short hallway that branched into several rooms.
“An unnecessary precaution,” Jidun said quietly as he followed him inside.
“The Potentate is capable of forging his own schemes, Jidun. Should the attack fail, I’d rather be certain of our security.” Sinshi gestured to the guards, commanding them to begin sealing the heavy door. “We’ll operate from within until I’m certain the blades of your men have freed us from our irritating foe. Besides, what news do you have regarding The Potentate’s pet?”
“There have been no sightings of the masked man at his side,” Jidun said as the guards grunted while heaving the heavy stone. “My men shall keep an eye out.”
Salik watched as the vault was sealed, cutting him off from the small wing of the palace. It mattered little at the moment, however, for he retraced their path swiftly as he sought the highest tower. The Potentate needed to be warned of the coming attack, forcing him to move with urgency as he avoided the patrolling guards.
He could only hope that Ynisa’s Idrae was swift enough to reach Ishtai before the assassins.
50th of Iahta, 13 AVE.
Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.
Salduin waited as the guards hauled open the massive doors to Crescent Plaza, the rooftop lounge atop The Grand Pyramid’s frontal cube structure known as Crescent’s Glory. He calmed the trembling of his powerful hands as anticipation tormented him.
The doors gave way to the night sky as he stepped outside, feeling the warm air through the thin robe he wore. The square plaza stretched out before him, overlooking the city below. She waited for him, as promised.
A bed had been placed in the center of the plaza in preparation, surrounded by burning braziers. The fire blazed wildly, the light flickering over the waiting princess. Vixin rose from the edge of the bed, her royal body dressed only in a silky loincloth that concealed little. She smirked as he slowly approached, her seductive posture carefully calling him forth.
Every slow step felt as though an eternity as he neared his fate. He had come for a single purpose that must be fulfilled, his blood feeling as though it would boil. This princess, this temptress, urged him forward with a single finger, knowing he had come to get her pregnant.
“Our night finally arrives, and you’ve yet to flee,” Vixin chuckled as he came to a stop several paces before her. “Are you prepared?”
“I’ve had my time. Now I’ll serve my duty.” He nodded, unable to keep the hunger from his gaze as he studied her alluring form. Jin remained, as she always would, yet she now rested at the back of his mind. For the first time, he was able to savor his craving for Vixin without guilt, taking in every flawless detail.
Vixin stepped forwards, parting the top of his robe to feel the hard muscle of his chest. Biting her lip with need, she pressed closer. “Are you certain, Salduin?”
Seeing the genuine concern in her silver eyes nearly made his commitment falter, yet the feeling of her body against his proved FAR too tempting. His strong hand was gentle upon her cheek as he leaned in to kiss her, tasting the sweet scent of a Vaid.
“In that case,” She ran her hand downward when their lips parted. “we’ll make history tonight.”
He winced as her hand found his cock through his robe, nearly hearing her whine as she rubbed him. The sensation of another’s hand on his manhood caused him to reach down and grip her wrist. “Sorry, princess. It’s…been a long while.”
She nodded with understanding. “We’ll proceed slowly. Come, Salduin. Merely lie down and I shall begin.”
It was an offer no sane being could possibly refuse, and he found himself mounting the bed with little hesitation. She followed shortly, maneuvering between his legs with the expression of a huntress seeking her prey. She slowly pulled open his robe, her silver eyes brimming with lust.
She ran her hands up his powerful thighs, approaching his cock with anticipation. There, within her reach was the cock that would soon be inside her. The very cock that would knock her up. She straightened, watching as the mere sight of her exposed breasts began to harden him.
His manhood rose like a sword, prepared to serve. He shivered as she ran a finger down his length, foundling his testicles. How long had he waited to feel her touch? How many nights had he spent merely with the comfort of his own hand, imagining her royal body despite his guilt?
Leaning over, she planted a kiss atop his tip. Then another lower, and another. She delighted in the scent of a strong male, her keen senses driving her wild from faint pheromones he certainly couldn’t smell from himself. His shaft was as thick as her father’s, she noted, though not quite as long. It’d be more than worthy to get her pregnant, and she began to feel a dampness between her thighs at the thought.
Salduin watched as she licked up and down his length with a sensual slowness, her tongue igniting every nerve it touched. His lips involuntarily parted as she took his tip into her mouth, sliding him inside.
She chuckled as he moaned, taking him deep before pulling free. “You’ll find I’ve had ample training for this moment, Salduin. Call me princess if you must, yet by the time we’re through, you’ll know me only as your Vixin.”
Salduin’s powerful frame squirmed as she bobbed her head up and down. Her soft tongue rubbed against the underside of his shaft, forcing his head to fall back as he endured.
Countless nights of pleasuring slaves had long since removed what little gag reflex she possessed, a fact she allowed herself to smirk at with satisfaction. The indignity of using her mouth upon others still brought a hint of shame to her cheeks, yet she used it to her advantage. She was the mighty God Emperor’s daughter, craving the taste of his cock. The shame forced a subtle submissive humiliation between her thighs, only arousing her further.
When he could no longer endure, Vixin seemed to know exactly when to pull away. A string of saliva broke between her pretty lips and his tip as she straightened up, maneuvering to straddle his waist. The soft skin of her thighs against him caused his cock to twitch, pushing against her midriff.
“Look at it,” Vixin teased softly as she stroked his cock, rubbing it against her flat abs. “Perhaps it knows it’s near my womb. It must be desperate to get me pregnant.”
Her words caused his muscles to shudder in anticipation, unable to think of little else besides her alluring body. The sorrow of his loss no longer plagued him, knowing he served Jin’s wishes. “As am I, princess. Vixin.”
“Then you may gaze upon your prize.” She lifted herself slightly, dragging aside her loincloth with a finger. She leaned back, supporting herself with her freehand to grant him a proper view.
“You’re…utterly divine…” he muttered, finally witnessing the beauty of a Vaid vagina. Descended from The Creator himself, her perfection was never in doubt.
Her smirk masked her blushing gratitude at the compliment, attempting to display only the facade of a seductress. The loincloth was easily discarded after unclasping its chain, leaving nothing to conceal her. She rubbed his cock against her lower lips, feeling remnants of her own saliva as she lightly humped. “Are you ready, Salduin?”
“More than you could know.” His cock throbbed, needing desperately to enter her. She maneuvered above his tip, granting his desire a moment later. He attempted to endure, to remain strong as she slowly slid him inside, yet the sensation proved too powerful. He groaned deeply as the feeling of her vagina felt FAR more intense than anything he had ever felt.
Vixin moaned, feeling him stretching her as she sank down on his lap. His cock plunged into her tight depths, touching her limit. The tingling in her loins left no doubt that her father had selected a worthy mate for his daughter, as she briefly closed her eyes to savor feeling him so deep.
As she began to rock her hips atop him, Salduin gripped the sheets in his strong hands, nearly afraid to reach out and touch her. Long had it been since he had experienced a woman, and never had any been as beautiful. He felt as though she’d shatter if he touched her despite his cock pushing against her deepest limits with each movement.
“Ooohhh…” Vixin moaned as she grinded, knowing exactly how to move to drive them both to madness. She placed her delicate hands upon his wide chest, feeling the warm breeze running over their bodies.
The pure stimulation of her vaginal wall texture was divine, feeling as though he had entered a goddess. In a way, he had, his faith raging within him as he prepared to breed an heir for her holy bloodline.
Vixin remembered her training, her moving hips maintaining a rhythm that coaxed his pleasure. She sought to draw out their lovemaking after waiting so long, taking ample enjoyment in the ecstasy plainly playing across his features.
Gradually his reluctance melted away, mustering the courage to touch her thighs. His powerful hands gently caressed her, the ultra-soft skin making his hands tingle.
She merely chuckled at his inexperienced handling, leaning over to kiss him. There would be time later to train him into an adequate lover if such remained his desire. She then straightened up, beginning to properly bounce up and down atop his cock.
Obsessing over every detail, Salduin watched her perky breasts lightly jiggle with each movement. She ran her hands over her body, granting him a seductive show.
Beneath the dark void of the night sky, the light of the braziers flickered over her glistening skin. Perspiration lightly clung to her from the humidity in the air, occasionally running down her fit curves in tiny buds. It was as if her body had been perfectly designed to coax the lusts of others.
Vixin reached down to caress her clit before bringing the finger to her lips. She tasted her own juices, arousing herself further as she knew her body was preparing for fertilization.
Sensing that he was approaching his limit, she slowed herself before gracefully maneuvering off his lap. She moaned at the feeling of his cock leaving her pussy temporarily empty as she rolled onto her hands and knees. “Salduin…take me.”
His cock ached after being abandoned, desperate to return to her warm embrace. Before he could stop himself, he was on his knees behind her.
“Don’t delay in claiming what’s rightfully yours,” Vixin teased, her breath heavy with arousal.
Watching as she wiggled her rump invitingly, a primal urge overcame him. He reached out, ignoring his own gentle hesitation as he caressed her asscheeks. The act only seemed to prompt her further, making her giggle as she continued to present herself.
Lining his tip up, he pushed back inside, moaning as he felt her divine tightness. No longer could he control himself, already beginning to buck his hips.
Groaning as she felt his slow and careful thrusts, she peered back with a challenge in her silver eyes. “You’re a gentle man, Salduin, though don’t you dare be gentle with me…”
Once more his primal urge to breed flared within, forcing him to move faster. He gritted his teeth as he held onto her hips, his cock feeling as though it were plunging into the softest ecstasies in existence.
A submissive squeak slipped from Vixin as he hilted her again and again, yet she continued to prompt the large man to grow more forceful. “You won’t…ahh…break me. Harder…Salduin…”
Though he was careful to ensure her words were true, he slowly obeyed. Pounding in and out, he prepared to pull free at the first sign of her pain, knowing he could never harm her. She was divine, a goddess, the daughter of the man he had pledged his life to. The lack of sensation in his missing finger as he caressed her ass was a reminder of that pledge, yet he continued to thrust hard and deep as her moans rang through the air.
Vixin slowly lowered her head in submission until her chin nearly touched the sheets, utterly loving the feeling of his domination. Her body was his, legs spread, and rump raised for his cock. Her eyes fluttered each time he slammed against her cervix, her womb craving his seed.
Every nerve of his cock flared to life at the inhuman stimulation of her loins. Was her body proof of the divine Creator? Her superior blood serving as evidence of her father’s godhood? The honor Salduin felt in being allowed to breed her momentarily pushed aside his fear at once more becoming a father. He’d serve his duty, every instinct begging him to cum inside her.
Wanting the population of the city to hear her moans, though knowing it was unlikely, Vixin cried out openly in bliss. Their princess was bent over, accepting the large cock of her lover in the open air. The thought forced her to squeeze the sheets, pushing back to match his thrusts as the wet sounds of their sex echoed between them.
Her submissive nature ravaged her mind. Her father had commanded this man to impregnate her whether she wanted him to or not. In this moment, she was little more than a fertile womb waiting to be filled, tasked with continuing her family line. Every feminine instinct she possessed ignited within her, every inch of her body seeking to conceive a child. Her loins craved his seed, seeking to be filled as she submissively moaned atop the plaza.
Salduin fared no better, already feeling his limit approaching. Cock and vagina had met with the intention of mating, and he could no longer hold back his lust. His eyes nearly rolled back in absolute bliss, ramming into her as if he cared for nothing in the world other than the sensation of her body.
He was no Dominax. He could not make her cum as The God Emperor could with ease, yet it mattered little. His primal fervor was enough to bring her to the edge of her climax, her body requiring only a single additional sensation to finish.
As his hips pressed hard against her rear for a final time, she felt the sensation she needed. A warmth squirted into her as she sensed his orgasm, causing her to gasp. “I feel it…I feel it inside me…ooohhhh fuck…” Her eyes rolled back as she shook, pleasure erupting from her loins to pulse throughout her body as his sperm poured into her.
Together they quivered, breath caught in their throats before bursting free in mutual ecstasy. Her vagina nearly sought to crush him, milking as much potent seed as he could produce. The raw, purposeful sensation of mating sex nearly shattered his mind as his cock impregnated a goddess.
Her eyes began to lightly glow as her fertile body was inseminated. Her mate was human, with an ordinary human quantity, yet it’d complete its task. She gasped as her orgasm broke, remaining bent over to allow the sperm to pool inside her.
Never had he experienced anything similar, for even the memory of his mating with Jin long ago was as nothing compared to breeding a Vaid. The thought pained him, yet he wanted to remain inside her eternally.
“T…thank you…Salduin…” Vixin muttered when she could. She placed her hand onto her belly, hoping for a daughter. “T…thank you…”
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