Vaid Empire: Conquest
Chapter 68
25th of Twic, 14 AVE.
Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.
“Well? Will this suffice?” Vixin asked as she placed her hand upon her belly, her pregnancy just beginning to show. She waited for Yisi to reply, to react, to say anything at all.
They stood in the center of a smaller chamber within Vixin’s apartments. The solemn girl hardly bothered to explore her new quarters, lazily allowing her eyes to trace over the decor the princess had painstakingly selected for her new guest.
“Damn you, Rosila,” Vixin thought to herself before speaking. “Your sisters shall have their own rooms just beside yours. I’ve already assigned caretakers until they’re old enough.”
Yisi quietly sat down upon her new bed.
Nearly chewing on the inside of her cheek, Vixin joined her. She carefully moved aside the girl’s long hair from her face, as dark as her own. “Yisi, won’t you speak to me?”
“Thank you, princess,” her small voice echoed quietly. “For the room, I mean. Are you certain you don’t require it for your own needs?”
“No, of course not. I have plenty of chambers,” Vixin carefully chuckled. “As I said, you’ll always have a place here. Blood matters, and it’s only right that I look after you now that your mother…is…” Her words fell away as Yisi’s lips tightened.
“Dead. You may say it.” Yisi’s voice hardened. “Doesn’t matter anyways.”
“Of course it does.”
Yisi shook her head. “Not to me. Didn’t even grant me a goodbye, so why should I care?”
A sudden pain struck Vixin as she felt the urge to embrace her, to squeeze her as she shouted curses at her former mistress. Instead, she controlled herself, gently taking the younger girl in her arms. “Oh, sweet girl. Don’t dwell upon that.” Her words came gently, knowing all too well what such thoughts could do. “I received no goodbye from my own mother myself, though circumstances were…complicated at the time.”
Yisi nodded, undoubtedly familiar with the execution of ‘the traitor’ during her Sage studies. She eased into Vixin’s embrace.
“Rosila was a…complicated woman. Whatever her reason was for granting you silence, I do not know. Yet perhaps she simply knew you’d be cared for by capable hands.”
Yisi offered no response nor resistance. No tears fell from her eyes as she allowed them to close. She merely felt the warmth of the princess’s soft skin, and as she settled against the cushions of her breasts, she couldn’t help but allow a hidden smile to tug at the corners of her lips.
Vixin sensed her emotion, allowing a smile of her own. She granted the girl’s head a kiss, for daughters of The God Emperor should stick together in such times. Still, she couldn’t help but think of Cendra‘s absence all those years ago, stealing her smile.
49th of Twic, 14 AVE.
Shai Domain, Ishtai.
“These are the men who seek my death?” Varse said as he studied the list in his grasp.
Salik bowed his head. “Yes, my Potentate. Every single one.”
Within the heart of the circular building, they stood together upon the internal balcony wrapping around the curved walls of the training arena. Below, they watched as Vesh’s new apprentices dueled in mock combat. All were Dril, as per Varse’s instructions.
“You did well, child. Very well indeed.” Varse nodded, his expression firm before gesturing to Ynisa at his other side. “And her? How did she perform?”
“She was essential to my success, my Potentate.” Salik’s quiet tone explained, bringing a smile to his assistant’s lips. With her hair tied into neat knots at either side of her head, she gave a respectful nod.
The final member of the group, Vesh, spanked Ynisa. “Ah, this one shall serve him well. You’ll see my words proven.”
Wearing a short traditional Dril dress for the meeting, her clothing concealed little. It was a simple thing for Vesh’s hand to slip beneath, caressing the soft white skin of her rump. She blushed heavily beneath the gaze of The Potentate, attempting to push her mentor’s hand away.
“You didn’t train her to be your whore. Enough, Vesh,” Varse scolded before returning his attention to the list. He read the names silently, men swayed to end his life. He wondered just how much each one had required before their loyalties shifted to Sinshi’s cabal. “I shall have to meet them myself. Summon them, for we shall dine together as reasonable men.”
Salik’s red eyes widened. “That is…unwise, my Potentate.”
“Only if you lack certainty in this Jidun following our commands,” Varse replied.
Reassessing all that had occurred to be absolutely sure, Salik shook his head. “No, he understands the consequences of his hybrid nature becoming public knowledge. He’ll obey every word if we offer an alternative to his death.”
The statement brought no satisfaction to Varse, though his mind was settled upon his decision. “Then as I said, summon them. They’ll be suspicious of my intentions, of course, though they wouldn’t dare disobey a direct invitation from their Potentate. Conspirators or not, they remain agents of Shai.”
Vesh cleared his throat, adopting a more serious tone. “And just what are your intentions exactly?”
“To clear the slate.”
2nd of Thriduin, 14 AVE.
Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.
Lalian felt a subtle flutter in his chest as he hurried through the dungeon halls. It was a curious feeling that he no longer cared to suppress, his hand clutching a small bowl of warm water tightly as he made his way towards Anthara’s cell block. A small cloth remained draped over his cloaked shoulder.
He had grown familiar with the damp corridor, having counted all two thousand and sixty bricks lining the floor from the stairs to the heavy stone door of the cell block numerous times. Now they seemed to fly by quickly.
Accustomed to his visits, the guards handed him a torch before hauling open the heavy door. He hurried inside. It required effort to remind himself that the prisoner was no less than a member of all he resented. This woman, this Anthara, was no better than the women who had enslaved him from birth. A tingle where his testicles should be was all he required to hate her. Still, he couldn’t help but feel a hint of excitement with each empty cell he passed. The feeling dissipated as he reached her, peering through the cell bars.
Lying upon a blanket embroidered with traditional Lanthian figures, a gift that had earned him the names of her deceased companions, Anthara gave no reaction to his presence. She remained still, peering at the stone floor. Her hands were free, unlocked several months ago after Lalian calculated the danger. That kindness had earned him the knowledge of how long they had scouted within Vaidrin before they were discovered, though the chain and collar remained leashed to the rear wall.
Lalian placed the bowl on the floor after entering. His torch flickered in its mount upon the cell bars. “N…no greeting? No cruel jab of your tongue?” His words came in the Lanthian tongue, naturally sounding vicious despite his gentle tone.
She attempted to shrug, her dirty hair draped over her green face. “Why bother? Words won’t unlock my chains.”
“Ah…well, I suppose.” Lalian shifted uncomfortably before presenting the rag. “Perhaps this may enliven your spirit. You’re beginning to…well, through no fault of your own, you…” His nervous words eased as she offered no harsh judgment, no combative glare. “You require a bath.”
She forced herself to sit up against the hard wall with a sigh. Her wings lay limply against her back. “You believe I’d allow you to touch me?” She scowled as defeat claimed her gaze. “Go on then. Hurry. Yet be cautious where your hands wander.”
Lalian knelt before her, moving the bowl closer. He soaked the rag in the warm water, though hesitated as she peered at him. She begrudgingly looked away, allowing him to proceed.
He began at her feet, his hand moving gently as he dragged the cloth. Moving up her calf, he watched as her green skin glistened from the water. His fingers lightly twitched at the sight of her nude form, his body finding the presence of another Lanthian naturally pleasing. He was forced to remind himself of who he bathed, for she was an enemy in every sense of the word.
Anthara glared as he moved up her thigh, providing a wordless warning that made him retreat to her other leg. Strong, flexible, feminine, he couldn’t help but feel a slight tingle in what remained of his loins at the sight of her legs.
“How long has it been…Lalian?” she questioned only after he had finished cleaning her lithe arms.
Dipping the cloth in the water, he moved next to her torso. Her belly displayed the hint of her flat abs, and as he moved upwards, he nearly heard a hiss in response as he gently rubbed the cloth over her firm green breast. Never had she possessed clothing in his presence, yet to be so close… “It’ll be a year before the next moon.”
“A year…” The words sounded bitter from her lips as she leaned her head back. “A fucking year…”
Lalian’s fingers trembled, running the cloth over her nipple. He attempted to ignite his anger, knowing what had been stolen from him by his cruel former mistresses. Why did he bathe her when he should despise her? Why grant her gifts to make her cell comfortable, when she deserved to sleep on the bare floor? Why did he feel his manhood stirring against his will, when he should spit upon her beautiful form? Why-
His thoughts came crashing down as he looked up from her perky breast, seeing tears trickling down her cheek. Astonished and horrified, he pulled back. “A…Anthara?”
Staring at the ceiling, she released a humorless chuckle. “Go on, watch me weep. Does it please you? Does your victory arouse you to know you’ve broken me?”
“That…of course not!”
“Only a year…” She wiped her cheeks. It proved fruitless as her tears continued. “I…can’t endure this anymore. This damned…accursed cell. You’re the only being I’ve spoken to in all this time…”
Lalian discarded the rag, uncertain how to proceed. His mind worked to make calculations yet found nothing for the first time as he watched her.
“I’ll tell you everything. Every damned detail. I’ll become as much of a traitor to our people as you are, if…if this will finally end.”
“You’ll lose your leverage,” Lalian replied nervously, knowing their year-long game was about to be concluded. “I’ll…I’ll have no use for you.”
Anthara’s wet green eyes found his. “You think I care? What’s another year of isolation worth if nothing shall change? Whatever becomes of me…I shall at least be free of this infernal cage!”
Lalian hesitated, fidgeting with his fingers. Why did he delay? Was this not the very duty he had been tasked with by his master? “I cannot guarantee your freedom, nor your life. Yet if you tell me everything, I vow th…that I’ll do what I can to assist you. Such is a fair bargain, is it not?”
A further sigh escaped her as she straightened, finding temporary strength. “Very well, Lalian. Very well. I…my comrades and I were tasked by the Priarch of Lian to assess the vulnerabilities of your human masters. The Priarch sought to prepare for a potential invasion along our border.”
Listening intently, Lalian’s flawless memory recorded every word. “Prepare how?”
“Our duty was to report the locations, defenses, and population sizes of every city in your capital kingdom. This Vaidrin would burn from inside the moment your masters crossed our border, for we would have slowly infiltrated every city. It…it was a contingency that may have never been utilized if your God Emperor remains within The Human Basin. We have a right to protect our lands, our jungles. Even the lowest worm such as yourself must surely understand this.” The new strength of Anthara’s tone slowly bled away as her tears resumed. “A worm as low as myself now. A treacherous worm…that betrays her own people…”
Lalian took a moment to process the information, already preparing the report he’d write to The God Emperor. All Lanthian traders would certainly have to be prohibited from entering Vaidrin, of course, though perhaps only temporarily.
Anthara took a shaky breath. “I suppose the deaths of my comrades no longer hold purpose. They could have endured years of imprisonment. I…I was unable to survive one.”
Watching her bury her face in her hands as she wept, Lalian’s thoughts fell away.
“I’m…I’m weak! Is that the truth you sought to hear? Does that please you to know?” She curled up against the wall, shrinking away.
“No…I…that wasn’t the purpose of…” He remained kneeling, frozen as he sought how best to proceed. He had succeeded. He had defeated his enemy yet found no joy in victory. His heart pounded in his chest. He could solve any equation or calculation required to build wonders, yet the quandary of a weeping woman before him was entirely baffling. He waited, feeling guilt rising within him before he carefully reached out to touch her knee.
“Don’t you dare touch me!” She slapped his hand away. He hesitated, every instinct forcing him to try once more. She glared through her tears as his hand returned.
He rubbed her knee as he attempted to comfort her, moving with a clumsy uncertainty as if he had never before encountered a female. His mind worked in panic, knowing it was suboptimal. He wanted to flee, to pull away, yet something within forced him to awkwardly move closer as he attempted to wrap his arms around her.
“Don’t…touch me, worm! Don’t…” Her resistance faded as he embraced her, utterly broken as she wept. “Don’t…”
Lalian pulled her close, careful to avoid harming her wings while unable to understand his own actions. For the moment, she was merely a being requiring comfort, no longer the vicious enemy he despised. They remained together, her sobs echoing off the cell walls.
“Why…are you helping me?” Anthara asked when she could manage.
“It’s a very singular thing…though I truly don’t know,” he muttered, deciding honesty would serve him best. “I simply…don’t.”
A long moment passed before she once more dared to wipe her green eyes. “You’re a treacherous worm…though…thank you.”
Utterly conflicted, Lalian couldn’t help but feel the first hints of a smile claiming his lips.
33rd of Thriduin, 14 AVE.
Kingdom of Harin, Talin.
The city of Talin stretched out before Dominax as he peered through the open windows. Inside the city’s stronghold, he heard the loud discussion of his advisors behind him. They surrounded the table carved into the shape of Harin, gesturing and pointing to various wooden markers. He tuned them out, enjoying a moment of peace as he studied the landscape.
Mere days had passed since their victory in claiming the city, and his eyes fell upon the far gates as they lay shattered. They were tiny in the distance, for already he had grown impressed with the size of northern cities. They’d only grow larger the closer they moved towards The Capital, each holding populations that dwarfed the largest of his southern cities.
“Wirmri may have changed since my last visit, though I know its layout well enough,” Irith added to the discussion.
Dominax heard them continue, remembering the recent siege. The armies of Harin were proving to be an irritatingly worthy challenge, no less in number than in training and supplies. After all, he had led his forces into the oldest kingdom on Magnius, the very source of humanity itself. The Creator had delivered his species onto the land where Visti now stood, granting them a full millennium to develop their civilization and military experience before Dominax arrived. It was only natural they’d hold the advantage.
Returning to the table, Dominax placed himself at Cendra’s side. As Hesin began to speak at the opposite side of the table, he used the distraction to discreetly caress her rump. Even through the thin fabric of her outfit he felt the perfection of her rear, receiving a knowing glance from her as he sensed a simmering desire within her body.
“The City of Wic has fallen in the east, and Queen Regents Elmia and Felza have begun to claim the minor cities of the region,” Clin began to explain, swapping a wooden marker from blue to one of white. “Yet despite the quick progress in the west, King Foin was unable to prevent Harin forces from crossing the border. They’ve begun a siege outside our city of Emerin.”
“A catastrophe,” Hesin muttered as Dominax reached beneath the rear curtain of Cendra’s half-dress. He traced his finger up the back of her thigh, feeling her soft skin. Again, his senses were pulled to her, able to feel the lust churning within her.
“Though not unrecoverable,” Clin added as the princess subtly bit her lip at her father’s touch. “Foin’s heir, Prince Fonax, has been tasked by his father in leading a counterattack to repel the forces gathered around Emerin.”
Dominax felt her asscheek, granting it a squeeze that forced a nearly inaudible moan from her lips before pulling away. “Let them play their games. They provide a distraction, and nothing more,” he lied, feeling a hidden irritation mixing with his arousal. The thought of an opponent’s army within his lands was an insult, yet he endured. “Grant Fonax reinforcements from our own forces. The north must come to understand the inevitability of their fate.”
“Of course, your holiness,” Clin replied with a polite nod. “If that is all, I’d like to return to my duties.”
“Very well. Dismissed.” He touched Cendra’s arm as the group moved to depart. “Not you. We have business of our own to discuss.”
Cendra obeyed, waiting until they were alone.
“Walk with me, my flower,” he commanded. Together they left the chamber behind, slowly strolling through the decorated halls of the stronghold. “Tell me, have you sensed a shift within our family?”
Raising a brow, she clasped her hands behind her back as she walked proudly, nearly mirroring her father. A noticeable tingle continued between her legs, as if reacting to his presence. “Of what sort?”
“Of the only sort that truly matters. Have you not sensed your sister’s pregnancy? Have you not felt her line gain a new member?” He granted her a disappointed glance. For three months he had savored the sensation, concentrating upon the spiritual bonds linking father to daughter, and now grandfather to grandchild. “Concentrate closely, and you shall sense the child’s existence.”
“Ah.” Her tone grew cold, even as her arousal remained at the back of her awareness. “I have not wasted a single ounce of concentration on feeling the existence of Vixin’s bloodline.”
Once more he frowned. “That’ll prove unwise. If all goes to plan, her child shall hold far more relevance to your own than you may enjoy. She’ll give birth to a daughter, you know. A princess.”
Cendra’s expression soured. “A princess.” No longer would she be the only daughter to have fulfilled her duty. No longer would she possess the sole legitimate grandchild of The God Emperor. She suddenly felt herself moving closer to him, as if he risked slipping away. “She’s quite the…promiscuous type, father. Are you certain the child is even Lord Salduin’s?”
“Careful, my flower.” He granted her a warning glance, though eased a moment later. Placing his hand upon her lithe back, his fingers crept downwards. “Though we shall discuss my breeding project another time. For now, there are other matters upon my mind.”
Her resentment slowly faded as desire bled through, feeling his hand return to her rump. The feeling of his touch called to an inner longing, craving much more as they approached the door to her personal chambers. It was as if her body sensed his presence, her face flushing with a deep need. At a gesture from her father she opened the door, inviting him inside.
The room had once been the residence of the former lord of Talin’s daughter, retaining her lavish decor. Though only a temporary apartment before they’d depart the city, Cendra hadn’t left it unchanged. Above the bed hung a massive painting, the gift she had commissioned for Clin. Having been carefully transported from Spiri, it now towered over the bed as if a depiction of a goddess’s loins.
Dominax chuckled at the sight, sealing the door. He moved to inspect it closer, taking in every detail of the painted vagina while intimately familiar with its real counterpart. “Utter perfection.”
Cendra blushed as she attempted to hold her confident smirk. Every second he spent assessing the painting forced her heart to quicken, excitement raging between her thighs. “Father, are you…pleased with me?”
Turning around, he removed his helmet crown and placed it carefully upon a nearby desk before beginning to remove his armor. “Pleased?”
It was a question she feared asking, even as she despised that anything at all could grant her fear anymore. She cleared her throat, nodding to the painting. “Is my appearance…worthy?”
“Ah…” An insidious grin crept across his face, his armor removed until only his one-suit remained. He stepped closer, taking her delicate chin gently in his grasp as he met her eyes. “My perfect flower, could you ever doubt your beauty? There are few in this world who could ever hope to rival you.”
The words calmed something within her, coaxing a smile to her face against her wishes. She allowed it to stay for only a moment before forcing the prideful smirk to return. As she opened her lips to reply, he instead pressed his own to hers in a deep kiss.
Running his hands down her sides to feel her exquisite curves, he chuckled when their lips parted. “Long have I waited for a moment alone today. Discussion after discussion, all while this sublime body taunts me with its presence. I’ll wait no longer.”
Feeling the constant tingling between her legs as her cravings increased, she bit her lip in lust. The prospect of taking him to bed was always something she savored, yet there was a difference she couldn’t quite describe today. It was as if she could hardly maintain control over her urges. From the moment he entered the strategy chamber her thoughts were consumed by his presence. Even with Clin at her side, she had felt herself being drawn towards The God Emperor throughout the entirety of their lengthy advisory meetings. “Nor shall I.”
He began to strip her, removing her outfit until her breasts were exposed. Wasting no time, he continued to reveal her belly, then her hips, and finally the rest as her outfit fell to the floor. She stood before him, a statue of divine femininity.
She returned the favor, removing his one-suit with movements that grew increasingly frantic. She was slowly losing control, her body obsessing over its need for his cock.
Joining her in nudity, he pulled her close, father and offspring as he pressed his lips to hers. The touch of his skin seemed to drive her urges further, moaning against him.
His hands crept down her back, pulling her waist harder against him as he grabbed her rump. His fingers dug into her flesh, just enough to avoid damaging her delicate skin.
“I don’t know what’s come over me…” Cendra said, tasting his saliva upon her tongue before returning to his lips. She savored him, bodies pressed hard together before pulling her head back once more. “I can’t stop myself…I need you…father…”
Grinning insidiously, he felt his cock pressing against her, receiving a moan. He pulled her over to the bed, guiding her onto her back as they continued to explore each other’s mouths. Tongues dueling, his hands forced her legs apart before caressing her soft thighs. He nearly shuddered in arousal, rubbing his cock against her lower lips.
“D…don’t delay…” she moaned, feeling him sliding back and forth over her most intimate area. It was as if his cock knew it had created her, straining with the desperate need to slide inside. “Fuck me…”
Holding himself above her as he knelt between her spread legs, he reached down to guide himself. Pushing his hips forward, he groaned in ecstasy as he slipped into the tight depths of his own daughter. Vaid entering Vaid, no other sensation could nearly compare as his loins screamed in satisfaction.
Hilting her as deep as her goddess-like vagina could allow, his tip pressed against her cervix in an act that was utterly taboo. He began to make slow thrusts, pumping his hips.
Cendra groaned loudly as arousal flared throughout her entire body. It wasn’t merely the fact that he could reach deeper than Clin, nor the exquisite way his girth seemed to stretch her, but rather her eyes briefly rolled back as she sensed his soul. She was his, sired by his seed, and every inch of her body seemed to call out to him. It had always been a feeling faintly present, just below her awareness, yet today it was as if the very core of her being screamed with a need to have him inside her.
“How precious…ahhh…you are, my ovulating little flower…” he chuckled, loins grinding together.
“Ovulating..?” Cendra muttered through her ecstasy. Of course she could feel herself ovulating, having sensed her fertility this morning, and yet…
“Your body is calling to me…ahhh…far stronger than usual,” he explained, savoring each deep thrust into her. “It seeks the seed of kin…a natural instinct for a Vaid. Your womb is urging you to breed…ahhh…and it senses my power…”
Eyes widening, she couldn’t help but moan. She should have suspected, for how often had he spoken of the natural urges of beings of their bloodline? She could be no different, her nature urging her to lay with kin. “I…we can’t…”
“Ah, of course…yet your body disagrees…” He gently bit her neck, taking in her pheromones. His familial lusts drove him wild, satisfying his deepest urges. “You shall always feel a deep draw…ahhh…towards your kin…yet when you ovulate, the feeling shall…ahhh…grow unbearable as your senses develop…”
A bursting of pleasure as he hit her cervix proved his words, causing her to cry out as she began to orgasm. Her body shook beneath him, her womb craving the seed of her father.
“Good girl…enjoy the bliss…for no other act is as natural…” he moaned, feeling her clenching around him. “Your body knows how powerful our child…ahhh…may potentially be…”
“I…ooohhh…I cannot…” The words required every ounce of her strength, remembering her mutual promise to Clin. None may breed her but him. “I shall have…no bastards…”
“If that is your desire…” He continued to thrust, stirring her insides. The feeling of his daughter’s ovulation tugging at his senses consumed him, every instinct demanding him to impregnate his own offspring.
Cendra gritted her teeth, hating her words. Her body was desperate for his seed, his cock already buried as deeply as possible. How easy it would be to simply accept his sperm, her body ready to reward her with absolute bliss if she gave in. She moaned loudly, uncertain how long she could maintain her promise before her urges defeated her.
Rocking his hips, he ran his fingers through her silky black hair, groaning at the knowledge that she was his. His blood ran through her veins, a thought that drove his instincts further.
“I shall see you, my flower, in all your beauty,” he moaned into her ear before gently grabbing her. Without granting her a moment to question him, he rolled onto his back, maneuvering her on top.
Rising to straddle him, her pure lust drove her actions as she began to ride his massive cock. Permitted a moment of control, she bounced up and down quickly in a desperate attempt to satisfy her unbearable arousal.
Dominax held her feminine thighs, the perfect shape as he rubbed them. He gazed upon her form, taking pride in knowing his seed had sired her gorgeous body.
“Yes…yeeesss…” she moaned, throwing her head back. “Oooohhh daddy…”
He watched her immediately cover her mouth in embarrassment, cheeks red with pleasure. “There is no shame between us…my precious flower…”
Lowering her hand as she continued to ride, she couldn’t help but grin once more. Her perky breasts jiggled with each movement, young and full. She felt his hands explore her midriff, moaning at feeling the touch she so often craved.
Dominax felt her toned belly, sensing her ovulating womb. He gritted his teeth, his loins desperate to knock her up. He had abided by her wishes thus far, yet he was no longer certain if such a thing was possible. He had refrained from cumming inside each time he took her to bed, yet now he wondered if he could even force himself to pull out. Her body endlessly tempted him, her womb calling to him.
Cendra felt her pleasure building each time she slammed down atop his cock, finally culminating in a climax that shook her. She cried out, convulsing as her eyes rolled back.
He watched her pleasure with satisfaction, for his daughter deserved every ecstasy possible. She gasped for breath when it passed, beginning to move faster.
The allure of her breasts awaited him as his hands crept up her body. He felt her soft yet firm flesh against his palms as he cupped them both in his hands. They held milk intended for his grandson, a thought that forced a groan of lust from his lips. His daughter was a young, healthy mother, and he desired to grant her flawless body another baby.
Sensing her father’s consuming urges to impregnate her only drove her own instincts. She imagined her belly swelling with his child, her breath seizing in her throat in utter temptation. A thought of Clin was all that stayed her lips from begging to be filled, knowing she would not betray him. Or would she? Was it truly a betrayal? Of course it was, for it was the highest betrayal a woman could inflict. She could never trick him into raising another man’s child, yet would he understand if she simply explained the situation?
A cry of both frustration and bliss escaped her, endlessly tormented by her desires. Her body craved a baby, yet her heart did not. It was impossible to risk losing her mate’s love, and impossible to resist.
She thought of Vixin then, knowing she had enjoyed the very cock she now rode many times. Her father had impregnated her spoiled sister twice, and Cendra prided herself on never falling to such a taboo level. Now she faced the temptation her sister had faced, and realized she wasn’t quite as strong as she believed.
“Calm yourself…” Dominax chuckled as he sensed her warring thoughts. Lightly rubbing her pink nipples, he watched as her head fell back once more in bliss. “Merely savor this moment…my child…”
Watching her bounce up and down, he dragged his hands over her form, returning them to her hips. He began to guide her, taking ample enjoyment as he watched his cock sliding in and out of her pretty pussy. The ecstasy of her Vaid vagina was naturally more stimulating, only adding to the heightened pleasure of kin laying with kin. The thousands of women he had bred throughout his life could never hope to compare to his daughters, and he found his grip upon her hips tightening each time she accepted his cock deeply.
“I’m going to…I’m…” she muttered, only to cry out as she orgasmed. Her legs shook as they supported her, unable to breathe until the intensity finally broke.
The sweet smell of her juices proved intoxicating, his testicles aching with the need to breed her. He could sense the potential power of their child, just as he had with Irith.
With his urges proving to be uncontrollable, he gave no warning before grabbing her waist. Once more he rolled, reclaiming the top as he pressed her into the sheets.
Cendra offered no resistance as she released a submissive moan, a sound that would have humiliated her with anyone else. Here, with her father, she was safe to relinquish her careful control.
Forcing her legs upward until they pressed against her chest, he pinned her as he continued his thrusts. His rhythm was swift with desperation, slamming hard against her limit with each movement of his hips.
“Daddy…” The word slipped from her lips before she could stop it, feeling utterly dominated. Only The God Emperor himself could subdue an imperial princess, her moans turning into whimpers as her pussy burned with pleasure at his rough handling.
Harder and harder he pounded into her, knowing her powers allowed her to endure much more than an ordinary female. Within seconds it was clear that her cervix would be bruised before nightfall, yet he continued.
“Y…yes! Ooohhhh break me…father!” she cried out, relinquishing all hope of maintaining her dignity. Her eyes rolled back, cumming once more within moments.
Yet he didn’t slow, feeling himself growing closer and closer to his own finish. He did nothing to conceal his pleasure from her senses, as if warning her of the danger.
She felt him, knowing he would soon fill her with taboo seed. Her womb screamed in celebration with each passing second, even as what remained of her rational mind demanded her to stop.
In and out, pounding hard, his cock felt as though it would burst with lust. Her ovulating body was under his control, every primal instinct forcing him to continue.
A thought of Clin forced her lips to part, yet she allowed no words to come forth. Her desires proved too great, choking her protests in an overwhelming need to feel his cum inside of her.
“I’m…ahhh…close…my flower…” he forced himself to say, granting her a final chance to stop.
Again, she prepared to speak, only to moan in submission. She felt herself on the verge of a final climax, unable to care for anything but his cock.
The moment came, and Dominax nearly roared as he hilted her. Pressed firmly against her cervix, there was nowhere for his seed to go but into the deepest depths of her ovulating vagina. His legs shook, enraptured by intense pleasure that threatened to overcome him.
Cendra screamed in utter satisfaction, her entire body shaking in a massive climax as she felt his warm cum pour into her pussy for the very first time. The seed that had created her was now breeding her, a sensation that shattered her mind as her silver eyes rolled back. She had obeyed her body’s demands, and she convulsed as she was rewarded.
Dominax sensed her orgasm as an explosion pulsing throughout her entire being, rippling through the fabric of reality. His seed poured from her tight womanhood as she overflowed, drenching the sheets beneath them.
He held onto her legs tightly. His eldest. His fertile little flower. Nothing pleased him more than sensing his seed within her. No thought of the conquest remained. The north became irrelevant. Harin drained from his thoughts. Even the siege of Emerin disappeared. For a moment he was merely a father acting upon the deepest instincts he possessed.
Mind breaking from the intensity, having never experienced anything similar, Cendra wondered when it would possibly end. Second after second of pure ecstasy squeezed her mind, forcing her to gasp for breath when it finally released her. Every inch of her body tingled in the afterglow, limp in utter bliss.
Dominax slowly pulled his cock from her, already missing her embrace. He peered down to watch his seed pouring from her vagina, entirely satisfied.
Cendra reached down as if in a daze, running a quivering finger through the seed oozing from her lower lips. Reality slowly returned as she gently rubbed her labia, staring at the ceiling in disbelief at what had just occurred. There was no undoing their taboo act, her ovulating womb certain to fall pregnant with his seed.
“What…have I done …” She closed her eyes, already thinking of Clin. “What have I done…”
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