Vaid Empire: Conquest
Chapter 69
36th of Thriduin, 14 AVE.
Kingdom of Harin, Talin.
The sounds of construction echoed as Cendra approached the ruined city gate. Hammers pounded. Chisels clinked. Men groaned as they hauled heavy chains back into place. The damage from the siege was slowly being undone, ensuring the city remained fortified and in their possession.
She saw Clin standing upon the wall as he overlooked the progress, white cloak fluttering in the wind. Her belly tightened as she squeezed Cliax in her arms.
“Slaves would work quicker, my love,” Cendra greeted him when she had climbed the many steps to the wall’s top.
“So they would.” He granted her a kiss before gazing down at their son with a smile. The little blond prince rested within his mother’s arms, and he dared not wake him. “We’re nearly done here in any case.”
Cendra granted him a faltering smirk. “That had better be true. I’m eager to be rid of this accursed city.”
“Accursed?” Clin watched as her pretty silver eyes looked anywhere but upon him. Frowning, he gestured to all nearby guards to leave them, hoping for a moment alone. “I know you’ve been avoiding me in your duties. Come, Cendra. Tell me what’s been on your mind.”
Biting her lip, Cendra rocked Cliax gently, nearly presenting him for his father to see. “I have news. Delicate news, my love.”
Worry filled his gaze. “Has Emerin fallen?”
“Emerin? No, I don’t speak of the conquest.” Her tone nearly sounded painful. “I speak of us, Clin. Of our family. I…” She looked down at the workers, ensuring they couldn’t hear as she fought to free her voice. “I’m with child…”
Surprise erupted within his eyes. It required only a moment to fall to confusion, then to realization. “Yet we haven’t…at least I haven’t…inside…”
She watched as he moved to the ledge. He peered out at the landscape, evidently lost in thought. Every second felt as though the tip of a dagger pressed into her belly as she hesitated. Perhaps a real one should. “It was an accident. Truly. I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…”
“Cendra, I-”
“It was a mistake! I should have been more cautious!” Her words came in a flurry, nearly waking Cliax as she held him tightly. “I’ve wronged you, Clin. I’ve broken our agreement, and if you despise me-”
He pressed his finger to her lips after turning around, quieting her gently. “We knew the risks of our agreement, did we not?”
Worry nearly consumed her as she pressed closer. “Risks?”
“We’ve both taken lovers. This was always a possibility. Now you’re…” His expression filled with pain, yet he endured. “Now you’re pregnant…and we must bear the consequences.”
Nearly stunned, she prepared herself for a deception of some sort, a trick. “Then you’re not…angry?”
“Angry?” He nearly spit the word. “Of course I’m angry, yet at myself for allowing this to continue. I hold a duty to you, Cendra. To our family. Perhaps we were wrong to risk such things only for empty pleasures.”
“Empty?” Cendra remembered the moment of conception. It had occurred several hours after her father had departed her quarters, sensing his sperm finding her ovum. Despite her shame, she had writhed in a deep orgasm merely from the sensation. She pushed the thought aside as she cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, my love. If you’ll forgive me…I promise that you shall never need to lay eyes upon this…creature growing within me. I’ll hide away until the birth, for The Empire shall never know I was pregnant.”
The wind fluttered through his cloak as he shook his head. “Hide away? Cendra, you cannot punish this child for your own deeds. I shall speak to The God Emperor and request permission to adopt it into our household. If he refuses to Vaidimate this child, at the very least we can care for-”
Silver eyes widening, Cendra cut his words off with a scowl. “No. No. I won’t permit it anywhere near The Grand Pyramid. My love, this child shall be a bastard. It’ll shame you.”
“Shame me?” A lighthearted chuckle escaped him despite his pain. “Who has time to be concerned with such things? Accident or not, we’ve made our choices, and it has led to a new life that’s in our care. That’s our duty.” Clin tried to smile, pulling her closer. “Besides, I wouldn’t mind another little prince or princess running around.”
Cendra gritted her teeth as she reluctantly pulled away. She reached down to stroke Cliax’s blond hair as he stirred in her arms. “This is a prince, my love. Do you know what they call him? The Golden Vaid. That’s our legacy, Clin. Leave the common bastards for my sister’s womb.”
“Yet you’re pregnant.” He frowned in disappointment. “I sometimes forget just how young you are. I’ve made my mistakes long ago, and abandoning an innocent child out of petty embarrassment is one I shall easily avoid.”
Eyes narrowing, she pulled back further. “Lecture me if you’d like. I owe you that, yet I shall not move on this point. The child shall be granted to whomever my father deems fit to raise it, and we shall have no part in it.” Her tone eased as she watched his expression fall further. “I’m sorry Clin. I’ve betrayed you, and I vow to discover a way to repay you. On that, you have my word.”
He didn’t care to be repaid, yet he knew better than to argue. Instead, he simply nodded coldly.
Cendra hesitated as she stood still, watching him turn around to assess the workers once more. Would she have preferred it if he had simply screamed at her? Berated her? He was always so damned understanding. It would have been easier to endure his hatred, rather than his back. “I love you, Clin. You have my word on that as well.”
38th of Thriduin, 14 AVE.
Kingdom of Harin, Talin.
Dominax studied the writing upon the thin wooden slab as he felt his ire slowly rise. He was within the personal library of the former lord, having spent hours selecting, and more often judging, any writings pertaining to northern governance. His selections had been quickly copied into the imperial language by his translators, inscribed upon piles of slabs resting in the corner of his current desk.
A pulling of his awareness prodded his mind a moment before a knock tapped upon the door. He didn’t bother to look up as he granted the command to enter.
Clin bowed as he entered. “Your holiness. If I’m not interrupting your reading, I’ve brought reports regarding the sieges of the surrounding villages.”
Dominax waved aside the message cylinders Clin presented. “I’d hear it from your own voice.”
“Of course, your holiness. The warriors we’ve sent to pacify and fortify the neighboring villages have all been successful, albeit with great resistance,” Clin dutifully recited in an empty tone, a shift in his typical behavior great enough to draw Dominax’s silver eyes. “I must also point out the name of the young commander overseeing the siege of the northernmost village, commander Isza. She reports to have taken the village without civilization casualties, and the loss of only two of her own warriors. If you’ll permit it, I’d like to grant her an official honor of some sort.”
“Curious.” Dominax stroked his pointed silver beard with amusement. “Very well. Summon her to me, and I shall assess her for myself. Worthy beings indeed deserve to be rewarded.” Dominax prodded the slab pile with a pointed finger. “Yet it seems apparent that we’ll find few such beings amongst our enemies. Have you studied their ways?”
Clin frowned in confusion. “Only to a small extent.”
“Are you aware of how many ministers, advisors, and nobles surrounded this lord of Talin before we arrived?” Dominax held up his hand to quiet him in disgust. “More than I care to list, and I speak only of a single city. Dozens of lesser beings clinging to power they did not earn, their hands digging into the city’s treasury.”
“Beings that now lie dead or enslaved,” Clin replied bitterly.
Dominax nodded. “A necessity, nothing more. Harin is old, bloated, rotting with corruption. If there is a purpose to my existence, it’s to tear this land from the grasp of incompetent nobles and grant it to beings of worth.”
“So you say,” Clin replied, clearly in no mood for a discussion. “I only hope The Empire may truly provide an alternative to such things.”
“Ah, but it shall. The precise hierarchy I’ve forged does away with the complexities and bloat that invites corruption. Every ruler is held accountable for the man below him, and obedient to his betters,” Dominax explained before once more gesturing to the slabs. “Yet we remain imperfect. The more I read, the closer I step towards an optimized system, for I learn what we must avoid. Who else reads at my side? Did we discover this stronghold’s former lord in his library, or attempting to hide his treasury? That is our justification, Clin.”
Clin merely nodded, his eyes upon the floor. “Of course, your holiness.”
Dominax frowned in disappointment, thinking of Lalian. The green man had been a keen mind, able to maintain such discussions. Even Dominax’s ability to read the translated words was owed entirely to Lalian. Word of his success with their Lanthian prisoner had arrived, only to learn that Lalian insisted upon questioning this ‘Anthara’ further. It was a pointless endeavor that forced a hint of irritation to Dominax’s lips.
A moment passed as Dominax delayed the inevitable. “You’re troubled, Clin. I know of my daughter’s pregnancy, and of the offer you granted her.”
Clin’s gaze appeared as hollow as he felt. “Ah. Then she spoke of our conversation.”
“She has my ear on all things.” Dominax rose from his chair to assess his advisor, disliking what he saw. Many men now walked Ayphieal while unknowingly caring for children that were secretly their God Emperor’s. Such was justified, for he’d grant them an Eternal Peace, yet Clin was an entirely different matter. He had chosen the blond man as his advisor, allowing him to sire his first grandson. He had proclaimed him a worthy being, and Dominax despised watching him be diminished. “I know you offered to care for the child as your own.”
“So I have, yet she refused me,” Clin replied in an empty tone.
“Such is for the best.” Dominax nodded. It was far too large of a risk to reveal his part in the conception, no less due to the taboo nature of the pregnancy. They were premature, for the truth would be his undoing until the population was fully indoctrinated to accept such familial relations. “Still, it’s no secret how precious Cendra is to me. You’ve served my daughter well, and your offer hasn’t gone unnoticed. Such actions deserve a reward, Clin.”
Somehow Clin’s tone remained polite despite his clear disgust. “I need no reward for bearing the consequences of our actions. I held a duty to my family. Nothing more.”
“Yet you’ll receive one regardless,” Dominax commanded, then thought, “Fool, don’t you see that this shall lessen your shame? I attempt only to make you whole again.”
For a moment the blond man pondered before speaking. “If I must, I request only that the child growing within my Cendra be granted a stable home. If I cannot grant it a loving family, I’d see that one is provided.”
Dominax waved dismissively. “I’ve already made preparations for such a thing. The girl shall know only luxury.”
“Girl?” The word slipped from Clin’s lips with visible pain. He would have raised a daughter.
“You must choose an alternative.”
Gritting his teeth, Clin finally sighed. “I choose coin, then. Enough to amass a small fortune.”
Dominax couldn’t help but smirk in amusement. “Quite a surprise coming from you.”
“Yet it’s not for me. Distribute it all to the families of the men we slaughtered while taking the city,” Clin explained without joy. “Ensure their women and children are well cared for.”
“You insist on playing hero, then?” Dominax tapped the desk in annoyance. “They shall already thrive under my Eternal Peace, yet so be it. You have my word that it shall be done.”
Clin bowed his head. “Thank you, your holiness. If that’s all, I shall summon Commander Isza.”
Dominax dismissed him with a gesture, waiting as the blond departed without another word. It was such a natural thing for a Vaid to mate with his own offspring, yet they had been clumsy. The effects upon his loyal advisor were unideal, and he stroked his neat beard with a hint of frustration at himself.
His thoughts were placed aside when he responded to another knock. Alone, his new guest bowed to the point of nearly kneeling. She was young for her position, her athletic body clad in the skintight black of a one-suit. Pieces of white armor decorated her form, properly polished and maintained as an ideal warrior of The Empire’s legion.
“Commander Isza.” The name slipped from his lips with dripping amusement. “Rise, for I’ve heard word of your deeds.”
A pretty face with sharp features greeted him as she straightened up proudly, her lightly tanned cheeks blushing at his words. A long braid of blue hair nearly as dark as a deep sea hung over her chest plate. “I’m honored to stand before you, your holiness.”
Dominax left the desk behind as he approached, assessing every inch of her with his piercing silver eyes. “Tell me, does Lord Clin’s report hold truth regarding your success?”
She remained frozen as he slowly circled her, heart racing as she dutifully nodded. “Yes, your holiness. I claimed victory in your glorious name.”
“Quite impressive,” he replied as he sensed her devotion. The fanatic loyalty of his legion was a delicate asset. They’d conquer the world by his command, yet never could they glimpse whatever little remained of the man beneath his godhood. “You’ve found me in a generous mood. For your victory, you may make a request of me. If within reason, I shall grant it.”
The warrior’s dark eyes ignited with carefully contained elation. She maintained her formal stance as she considered, unwilling to rush such an opportunity. Finally, she opened her mouth. “Your holiness, there are few things I desire. I’ve served The Empire without a thought for my own life, and now, I’d request an opportunity to serve you to a deeper extent. If your mercy permits it, I’d see my body used as a vessel for your holy seed.”
An insidious grin crept onto his face as he came to a stop before her, thinking to himself, “If the ranks of my legions held only beings such as this one, all of Magnius would have long fallen beneath their devoted blades.” He nodded in mock consideration before addressing her. “Your loyalty is a weapon I’d see used against our foes. Years caring for a child shall keep you from battle, little Isza.”
Her firm posture did little to conceal her nerves from his senses. “Such is a sacrifice that pains me, yet I shall endure. To be a mother to your divine child is a purpose I’d relinquish my very life for.”
Dominax nodded in satisfaction. “If that is your desire, so be it. A slave shall retrieve you from your quarters before nightfall, and you shall find your fate wherever she leads you.”
Nodding without question, she waited until he dismissed her. He sensed her concealed excitement as she bowed, allowing his eyes to travel over her rump when she departed.
“Such a devoted creature. Let us show Talin what it means to serve The Empire.”
***
The God Emperor’s promise proved true when, just before nightfall, a slave arrived to escort Isza through the city. She had prepared thoroughly, relinquishing her armor to carefully select an outfit for the evening. In the end, she wore nothing more than a short robe of blue chimira silk, the thin fabric fluttering lightly as she was led to Talin’s stronghold.
Confusion claimed her as she was brought into a large chamber upon the second floor, alone when the slave departed. Pedestals lined the walls, each holding an object. Swords, spears, helmets of all manners and ages, they remained on display as torchlight flickered over their rusted surfaces. The night air crept through the open doorway on the far wall, leading to a large balcony that stood just above The Stronghold’s main entrance.
“So, this is my father’s whore for the night?” a quiet voice came from behind.
Whirling around, Isza quickly dropped to her knees in a bow as she recognized the speaker. “Princess Nafalya…I did not notice-”
“Few notice me these days unless I desire them to.” Stepping from the shadows with silent steps, Nafalya smirked. “Stand. You have a duty to perform tonight.”
“How did you…but you’re too-”
“Young? Yes, though not blind.” Nafalya studied her closely, a young predator moving with calculated steps. “One should always keep her eyes keen. After all, how else shall I prepare for the dangers ahead when I reach maturity?”
“Don’t toy with her, child,” a deep voice boomed, causing them both to look over. They watched as The God Emperor entered through the open doorway, dressed in his full armor. “Leave us.”
Nafalya begrudgingly obeyed, granting her father’s cheek a quick customary kiss before closing the door as she left. He turned to Isza with a smirk as she bowed anew. “Stand. Do you know where we are?”
Isza peered around, feeling her mouth turning dry in his presence. “It appears to be a…trophy room of some sort.”
“Indeed. Hundreds of years are displayed upon their pedestals, prizes from countless wars,” he explained, waiting expectantly.
Hesitating for a moment, she finally allowed herself to scowl at the rusted objects. “Wars to what end?”
Dominax nodded with satisfaction as if she had passed a trial. He gestured towards the balcony. “Come. There is much to do.”
She followed like an eager pet, masking her excitement behind the careful strides of a warrior. The night air felt pleasant as they stepped out, overlooking the main entrance. “Your holiness, I cannot express my gratitude for-”
He pressed his finger to her lips. “There will be time for that in a moment.” Slowly, his hands found her shoulders and slid under her robe. He pulled the fabric, sliding it down her lightly toned arms until it tumbled to the floor. Bare for him to see, he assessed her closely with satisfaction.
Feminine yet athletic, her body stood proudly despite her nerves. Her skin was tanned from training nude beneath the hot sun, her braid hanging between her modest breasts. Under the judgment of her God Emperor, she clasped her hands behind her back as if a soldier reporting for duty. “Am I…a worthy vessel for your holy child?”
Dominax’s insidious chuckle crept into her ear as he pulled her close. “Worthy indeed, little Isza.”
An involuntary moan eased from her as his hands explored her slim curves, savoring his touch. She closed her eyes as their lips met, blushing as his hand found her rump. A heavy breath hung between them when she pulled back to speak. “Where…will you have me, your holiness?”
One hand squeezing her rump, he smirked deviously with a gesture from his other. “Here, of course. You wish to serve, and so you shall. Let any who pass gaze upon your pleasure, hear your cries of worship, for the north must come to understand the loyalty of my warriors.”
“Here?” she asked as his freehand found its way between her thighs. Sliding upwards, her lips parted in a silent whimper. “If that is your wish…”
Feeling her wetness against his fingertips, Dominax watched as several Sages began to extinguish the torches illuminating the street below. Just as planned, only moonlight illuminated the nearby buildings while torches upon the balcony made the lovers clear to see. His fingers teased her, knowing exactly how to coax her already dripping lusts.
Isza dared to reach down, feeling Dominax’s growing bulge. A nod from The God Emperor granted her permission to open the groin slit of his one-suit. Peering down, she gasped as she witnessed its size. Her fingers touched the cock she had craved to worship. Carefully, she caressed his shaft, as if a single mistake would be punished.
Dominax heard her yelp in surprise as he pulled her close, moving to hold her rump with both hands as he forced her off her feet. Taking a step, he placed her to sit upon the thick stone railing, forcing her legs apart. His rough handling lured excitement to her dark eyes, placing her hands upon his shoulders as he closed the distance between them.
The perfect height for their loins to meet, she could do little but moan as she felt his tip test her entrance. “Your holiness…please…I can wait no longer.”
Pushing his hips forward, he groaned as she cried out, sliding inside her wet womanhood. Deeper and deeper he pressed until he reached her limit, watching her head fall back.
His size threatened to stretch her as she spread her thighs far apart to offer no resistance. She wanted his cock, wanted his seed. She grabbed his shoulders to prevent herself from falling backwards, feeling him begin to thrust in and out. The cold metal of his armor touched her fingertips, reminding her of just who had entered her.
Dominax savored his new female, exploring the depths of her vagina. The sight of her body in the flickering torchlight pleased him, holding her hips tightly.
Already he could sense observers down below, his keen eyes making out their forms. Just as planned, the darkness concealed the shame of the prudish northern citizens, allowing them to explore their curiosities. He’d grant them a show, of course.
“Ooohhh…your holiness…it feels so…” Isza’s eyes briefly rolled back, his cock knowing exactly where to hit.
His right hand caressed her thigh, feeling the hint of muscle beneath. This being had trained in his name. Fought in his name. Conquered in his name. He had proclaimed himself a God, and now he held the inevitable outcome in his grasp, a worshiper with the blood of his foes upon her blade. There was no undoing what he had started.
Isza touched his chest, tracing her finger around the crescent moon symbol upon his armor. It had decorated the banners she had marched beside, and now she touched it directly as her God Emperor explored the deepest depths of her most intimate area.
Whispers of arousal tapped his awareness from below, sensing the observers as they slowly gathered. Some had been walking by when they stopped. Others emerged from surrounding buildings to seek the source of her loud moans. He heard the voices of several Sages down below, luring men and women closer.
“If you want a child…ahh…proclaim it!” Dominax commanded as he pulled his cock free. Guiding her to turn around, he forced her to bend over the railing, presenting her tanned rear to his cock. He drove his heavy manhood back where it belonged, ramming deep into her vagina from behind.
“Oooohh yes!” Isza cried out, uncertain of just who watched her moan. She saw the faint movements of people below, heard their words as they whispered amongst themselves. If The God Emperor wished for them to hear her pleasure, she’d do all she could to obey. “My body is yours! Ahh…a vessel for your divine seed!”
He granted her a spank as a reward, sensing the growing population below. Men watched in the darkness, concealed from their neighbors. Women whispered, either in shocked judgment or with curious giggles. Their southern conqueror tore away their modest traditions, granting them a hint of the open lusts their descendants would one day enjoy.
“I shall bear…ooohhhh your child! Your holiness…your divine majesty…bless me with your seed!” Isza moaned, feeling his hips slapping against her rump with each thrust.
Dominax could sense the fertility of her exquisite young body, her ovum waiting to serve. His sperm would conquer her womb as she had conquered her village, her body created to bear his child.
“Breed me…your holiness! My God Emperor!” No shame found her as she heard the observers, feeling only pride. She had earned this night, earned the responsibility of raising his divine child. “I want a baby…ooohhh…I need to be a mother!”
Silver eyes watched with satisfaction as his Sages began to find willing lovers, sneaking their hands beneath the tunics of several men. He sensed their pleasure as they were caressed to the sight, joining their new ruler in a mutual sensual experience. It would bond them, he knew, if only in a subconscious way.
Isza moaned as Dominax grabbed her long blue braid, pulling it as if it were the reins of a lixidion. She was merely his mount, his pet, a willing body to fill with his cum.
He yanked her head back, forcing her cries of submission into the air. Tonight would not hold the gentle lovemaking of his delicate concubines, but the hard mating of warriors. Her body could withstand his rougher urges, his cock seeking to test her limits. She’d grant him a strong child, he knew, a worthy being that may one day take her place in his legion.
“Please breed me! Please…ooohhh…” She nearly convulsed as she orgasmed around his cock, his hips never slowing as they pounded through her increased tightness. Her pleasure would only prepare her body for insemination, he knew, though it’d matter little. His seed would claim her regardless.
A voice from below came in the sensual tone of a female as a Sage spoke, her exposed body illuminated only by the faint moonlight of Thriduin. “Witness the sacred act of mating, the pairing of man and woman! Our purpose is to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh, siring the next generation!”
“Yes…yes! I want to conceive!” Isza shouted before yelping as she felt his freehand spank her once more. “My womb…ooohhh…my womb shall serve The God Emperor!”
He began to sense pairings as men and women snuck away, seeking to find pleasures of their own. The men under the care of Sages began to moan, their nervous hesitation falling away before cumming. The population would learn of the ecstasies his religion offered, the laws and traditions of The Empire striking directly at the natural urges of all living beings. It wouldn’t be nearly enough to defeat a millennium old culture, yet it’d be an acceptable start.
Dressed in his full armor, Dominax carefully presented himself as the mighty conqueror, a ruler worthy of worship. He dominated Isza with calculated precision, demonstrating power without overstepping his cruelty. She moaned madly as he used her, a worthy mate that deserved his seed.
He imagined her athletic body swelling with his child, divine blood mixing with the blood of a capable warrior. She’d grant him a powerful son or a fearsome daughter, a thought that tightened his grip upon her braid.
“Allow me to serve…ahh…your divine bloodline! Allow me to…ahhh…birth your child!” Isza cried out, tanned rear slamming back to match his thrusts. The moonlight shimmered in her dark hair, her thighs glistening with leaking juices.
She endured minute after minute of his pounding, begging to breed. He felt himself growing closer to his finish, obsessing over her waiting womb.
“Cum inside me! Oooohhh…I want to get pregnant! I want to get…” Her words seized in her throat as she climaxed, clenching down hard around his moving shaft. Finally, nearly roaring, he slammed into her as he joined her pleasure.
Together, their bodies shook as his seed spurted in thick bursts deep inside her fertile pussy. Dominax pulled her braid hard, mindful of his inhuman strength as ecstasy seized his mind. Only the sensation of his kin’s loins proved more satisfying, for little could match the feeling of cumming inside a fertile female. He held every intention of knocking her up, his primal instincts to procreate sparkling with elation within him.
Several observers cheered while others watched in disbelief at such an erotic public display. Their conqueror bred for them to freely witness as his Sages began a low prayer, their sensual voices rhythmic and chanting.
Isza felt his seed gushing from between her legs through the fog of pleasure seizing her mind. The absurd quantity of his viscous liquid only satisfied her deeper, knowing a single drop would be enough to grant her the child she craved. She had served the highest duty her body could grant her God Emperor, happily accepting his seed with fervent devotion.
“You…magnificent creature.” he said when he was able, caressing her ass with a renewed respect. “Raise it well…for you are a superb example to every woman within The Empire…”
Closing her eyes in exhaustion, she rested her head against the stone railing as she savored the warmth oozing from her well-used womanhood. The God Emperor’s words echoed within her mind, and she held every intention of doing just that.
49th of Thriduin, 14 AVE.
Kingdom of Harin, Talin.
“My mate discarded you as savages, yet you may still hold some use to The Empire,” Cendra said. Standing in the sand of the barracks courtyard, she strolled along as she assessed each of the ten men kneeling before her.
Clin had been right to reject them for the likes of Kunir all those months ago, of course. They were bloodthirsty killers, every single one. She sensed the simmering tension as they remained still, their bare bodies hungry for their princess.
“You shall not join Lord Clin’s Order of Knights. You shall not serve The Empire as heroes. What you will do is obey,” Cendra commanded, subtly placing her hand onto her flat belly. For months she had continued to train these discarded men with indecision, for even the thought of the Sage she had slain hadn’t been enough to break her hesitation. Vixin had called Cliax illegitimate, and Cendra had merely waited. Now, sensing the secret her womb carried, she scowled. It was time.
“Yes, my princess,” the men replied in unison.
“You shall be a gift to my sweet sister, sent in the name of Lord Clin. You shall guard her well and follow her every order. You shall observe her closely and report her daily activities directly to me,” Cendra’s voice came harshly. “Speak a word of your true mistress, and you shall learn the depths of cruelty a Vaid is capable of inflicting. Obey instead, and you shall come to know just how generous I may be.”
Once more the men bowed their heads in obedience.
Cendra came to a stop before a large man in the center, commanding him to rise. Hairless, a deep scar ran across the entirety of his right cheek. “You. Are you capable of leading these men?”
He nodded. “I’ll kill any man that doesn’t follow your commands, my princess.”
She frowned distastefully at his vicious grin, though nodded. “See that you do, and you shall earn my favor.”
Dismissing them with a gesture, Cendra felt the sudden urge to call them back. It wasn’t too late to undo her commands, yet a flicker of awareness from her womb squeezed the words from her throat. No longer was she the only Vaid to conceive a legitimate heir. No longer could she claim to have never carried a bastard. She was losing control.
“Your Sages harmed the reputation of my son, sweet sister?” Cendra thought to herself, clasping her hands behind her back to stop a subtle tremble. “So be it. It’s my turn to harm something you love.”
29th of Fonic, 14 AVE.
Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.
“Do you feel her?” Vixin asked, holding Salduin‘s hand against her belly. Bare of any hint of clothing, they lounged together upon one of the long cushions atop her royal pleasure barge. “Don’t be shy. You won’t hurt her.”
Holding her round belly as they both rested on their sides, his groin against her rump, Salduin’s breath caught in his throat as he felt a light kick within her. “I feel it…” he said, hardly believing his words.
The princess chuckled, stretching as she remained pressed firmly against his powerful form. The sensation of her ultra soft skin seemed to stir something within him, for she felt something hard beginning to press against her rear. “Ah, and the source of my little bump rears its head.”
He gritted his teeth as she moved, her flawless ass rubbing against his erection. The hint of fear that crept through him at the sensation of his child eased away as his focus shifted once more to her body. “Again?”
She nodded with deliberate slowness, massaging the hand holding her pregnant belly. “Is there another woman carrying your child that you must tend to?” She smirked playfully. “I thought not. Three times a day, and nothing less. Such is the price of knocking up a princess.”
Despite his warring thoughts after feeling the kick, he found himself unable to offer protest as she maneuvered her pregnant form to free his cock. Unfortunately for the tiny portion of him that simply desired to ponder, his manhood emerged between her divine thighs.
A groan escaped him as her legs clenched, his shaft gliding between her exquisitely soft legs. It felt as though every nerve of his cock flared to life, stimulated as her squeezing thighs milked him.
“Don’t cum quite yet.” Vixin reminded him gently as her legs moved back and forth with trained skill. She sensed his limit, dragging him closer and closer until she stopped to grant him a break.
Slaves continued to fan their royal bodies through the humidity of the day, doing their best to pretend not to watch as their princess reached down to press Salduin’s cock against her lower lips. It required little prompting for him to push his hips forward, sinking into her blissful tightness.
Vixin groaned, savoring his entrance with closed eyes as his own rolled back. The sensation of her royal vagina was exquisite, never failing to overwhelm him by scratching the deepest itch a breeding male possessed. It was as if her vaginal walls knew exactly how to please him, sliding into a goddess.
Remaining on their sides, he held onto her hips for leverage as he began to pump his hips. Bodies glistening from the humidity of the day, he grunted with each thrust.
“Yeeesss…Salduin…claim me once more…” Vixin muttered as she enjoyed the cock that had granted her a child. She felt a stirring within her womb as if her unborn daughter could sense the presence of her father.
Every movement came slowly, threatening to push him over the edge with each deep plunge into her divine vagina.
Vixin grabbed his hand, returning it to her belly. “Feel her…Salduin. Our daughter…ahhh…is growing healthily…”
His warring thoughts returned as he groaned, caressing her. His fears were gradually pushed aside with each push of his hips, his faith ragging within himself. The daughter of his holy ruler was within his grasp, her blessed womb already pregnant with his seed. He practically worshiped her goddess-like body as he rubbed her round belly, holding her tightly as if she’d slip away.
“I’ve…ahhh…pondered something, Salduin…” she said through her building satisfaction. “The child requires a name…”
Feeling every inch of his cock caressed by her stimulating pussy, he could hardly pull his thoughts from their interlocking loins. A name? Of course. He hadn’t permitted himself to think of such things, as if the simple act of selecting a name would make his new fatherhood real. It was a precious thing to know his child lived, yet precarious all the same. He held his new happiness merely upon his fingertips, prepared to shield himself should it be snatched away.
She moaned before continuing. “A princess…oooohhh…a princess should have a name of meaning…” she explained between his thrusts. “What of…Jinilya?”
The name nearly forced him to stop in surprise. “Jin? I don’t think-”
“Merely consider it…ahhh…Salduin,” she said, pushing her rump against him to slide deeply.
The warm embrace of her vagina was too tempting to pull away from now, and he found himself gradually resuming despite his thoughts. To name his daughter after his lost love? His hold upon her belly tightened.
Vixin chuckled as she felt him moving quicker, his thick shaft plunging in and out. She reached between her own clenching thighs, massaging her clit in a way only her expert fingers knew how.
The guards upon the lower forward deck announced an approaching boat, precisely on schedule. Vixin’s fingers made short work of her sensitive bud, allowing Salduin to feel her clenching as she shuddered. Her juices squirted around his shaft, watching the boat dock with her royal barge.
Silver eyes fell upon the nearest slave, granting him a sensual smirk. She reveled in sensing his desire, watching his hand faintly tremble as he continued to maneuver his oversized fan. The sight of her pregnant body making love to her mate drove every slave nearby wild, she knew, savoring their pent-up arousal.
Salduin’s hand moved to her rear, feeling the flawless curve of her asscheek beneath his touch. He shuddered at her beauty, honored to be inside the daughter of his ruler. He gritted his teeth as he continued steadily, the name repeating in his thoughts. “Jinilya? Jinilya. Jinilya…”
Vixin heard him moan loudly, chuckling to herself as Fanir disembarked from the boat. As per her orders, he had escorted her ‘gift’ to the barge for her inspection.
Skin slapped against skin as Salduin trembled, increasing his pace. If The God Emperor’s claims were true, if The Creator truly existed, he was experiencing the vagina of a true deity’s daughter. The thought drove his lust, every inch of his being begging to breed with the woman he had already impregnated.
The nine other ‘gifts’ waited as Fanir climbed the stairs to the top, bowing low before he was joined by a hairless man with a large scar across his cheek. Vixin acknowledged them with a nod before moaning. “Harder…Salduin…you won’t hurt the baby…”
At a beckoning from his mistress, Fanir hurried to her side. Chastity cage on full display, he knelt before her, ready to serve.
“Little Fanir…ooohhh yes Salduin! Just like that!” Vixin pulled her hand from between her legs, holding her fingers for the slave to watch as her juices dripped. “I’ll teach you to perform…ahhh…just as well, Fanir. Taste my pleasure…”
The slave obeyed, eagerly licking her fingers as Salduin continued to thrust into her. Once satisfied, she reached down to caress the slave’s testicles beneath his tightly caged cock.
“How pent up you are…ahhh…you’ve been very brave to endure this long…” Vixin tightened her grip, the thought of his denial pushing her over the edge into a hard climax. She sensed his desperation, his painful arousal, forcing her to cry out as she knew his cock was entirely under her control. When she could manage, she pulled him close to kiss his forehead gently. “You’re so close to your…ahh…reward, little Fanir. For now…stand back and watch him cum inside me…”
Salduin observed as the blushing slave obeyed, far too satisfied to settle his opinions. Was she acting cruel to this young man, or was it simply a holy honor to suffer for the princess’s pleasure? He moaned as he sped up.
“You’re…ahhh…so close, Salduin…I sense it…” Vixin muttered. “Fill me up…and grant my pregnant womb another taste of your seed…”
Sliding in and out, he could no longer endure her divine loins. He was unable to hold in a groan as he pushed deep, as if attempting to reach the womb that carried his baby as he finished.
Vixin’s lips parted at the sensation of warmth pouring into her, briefly causing her silver eyes to fall back. She sensed Salduin’s spasming mind, savoring the ecstasy her pussy managed to bring him.
The hairless man waited obediently, glancing from Fanir to his new mistress. Appraising the leader of the new guards gifted by Lord Clin, Vixin held every intention of keeping the man and his subordinates at a far distance after her inspection. If Rosila had taught her anything, she knew enough to see her sister’s shadow.
Salduin held her close as he recovered, remaining firmly pressed inside. “Our…Jinilya then, princess?”
“Our Jinilya…Vixin,” she corrected with a light smile. “If it pleases you.”
He hesitated for a moment, rubbing her belly. “I think it just might…”
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