Vaid Empire: Conquest
Chapter 71
42nd of Silla, 14 AVE.
Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.
“Utterly perfect, isn’t she?” Vixin said as she held Jinilya to her breast, allowing her daughter to suckle. Overlooking Domani from Crescent Plaza, the thin shroud clinging to her shoulders fluttered in the night breeze.
Beside her, Salduin folded his powerful arms with a tension he wasn’t entirely aware of. “Of course, Vixin. I could ask no less from the blood of The Creator.” He peered down at the child, feeling a bead of sweat running down his bald head despite the cool night air. Every glance towards the little princess brought him a joy that stabbed his chest, too easily ripped away.
As Jinilya left her mother’s royal nipple, she giggled as Vixin wiggled her fingers above her tiny face. Electricity danced between each digit, a display that never ceased to amuse the tiny Vaid. Salduin felt his throat tighten, watching the very manifestation of his faith flicker above his daughter. Who was he to breed with such a powerful creature? What luck had brought him into the service of The God Emperor? When the world remained brimming with the chaos they sought to push back, was it a blessing or a curse to gain something of immeasurable value?
Watching the princess adoring their child, Salduin’s eyes sought the source of every quiet gust of wind, silently reacting to the smallest noises. His muscles remained tight, ready to defend Jinilya at a moment’s notice.
“Relax, Salduin. None shall harm us here.” Vixin briefly pulled her attention away from her giggling girl. She pressed her body closer to the large man, allowing him to feel her curves through the thin fabric. “I’ve never known you to be so strained.”
Releasing a grunt, he maintained his defense. “Truthseekers and guards may protect her against living beings, though not from fate. I’ll place myself before any storm that comes her way.”
Vixin frowned as he guided her to take a step back from the ledge. “You should enjoy this moment with me fully. Is this not your victory? Your reward after a life of service to my father?”
Salduin nodded before glancing in the direction of rustling leaves from a decorative bush. When it proved harmless, he sighed. “Ah…you know I enjoy seeing her, Vixin. Never doubt that. If she’s what I’ve earned, The Creator rewards his servants well.”
“As do I.” She smiled deviously as she pushed her rump against him. “I’ve summoned my little Fanir to my quarters for tonight, so you’ll need to watch over Jinilya. The slaves may do much of the work if needed.”
Salduin nodded absent-mindedly, glancing at the sound of a chirping creature flying in the darkness overhead.
“You understand why I must, don’t you?” Vixin said when he didn’t reply, unable to keep a hint of guilt from her tone. She turned around to face him. “I made a promise. Even the lowest servant deserves to be rewarded for their devotion.”
“You’re not my concubine, Vixin. You owe me no explanation.” He shrugged, though granted her a lighthearted chuckle when her concern remained. Placing his hands on her slender shoulders, his tone softened. “You said yourself that you shall not be my love, and thus we are both free to act as we please. Still…even if you’re not my woman, I’ll always care for you as the mother of my child.”
Vixin raised herself upon her toes to grant his cheek a gentle kiss. “As will I care for you. The man who granted me my perfect daughter shall always have access to my body. Though we can’t produce another child together without my father’s permission, there are many ways we may still enjoy each other.”
Expression reddening at her sensual voice, he cleared his throat. “One child is more than enough to content me, Vixin.” His hand found its way down her back, caressing her rump as he pulled her closer. Jinilya returned to her mother’s young breast, a sight that caused his fingers to tighten.
Nestled between them, the infant princess appeared so delicate, so fragile. Salduin felt the world stretching out around them, carrying untold dangers that threatened to snatch her away. It was a curious thing to learn that he’d gladly give his life to defend such a small being, a choice he’d make without hesitation.
He would not fail again.
***
No hint of dawn remained when Fanir found himself within his mistress’s private chambers. She had ordered him to sit at the small table placed against the far wall.
“How long has it been? Nearly a year?” Vixin watched a desperate grimace cross his scrawny features as he nodded. She took her time pouring a chalice of Zilrinian wine, watching him squirm in anticipation as she tested the dark purple liquid. “Almost four hundred days of chastity. You’ve been a brave boy for me, little Fanir. Are you ready for your release?”
Swallowing as his eyes traveled over her sitting form, her breasts visible through the thin fabric of her shroud, he nodded frantically. “Yes, mistress. Please.”
Uncrossing her legs to allow the shroud’s edge to drape between her thighs, Vixin savored the rushing lust she sensed from his exposed body. His gaze traveled down to see hints of what had been promised. Just a little longer, she reminded herself, fighting an urge to deny him forever. “Stand.”
Obeying without question as he stood at her side, he fought to remain still as she reached over. A shiver ran down his spine as he felt her soft hand caress his testicles, causing the tip of his caged cock to leak.
“How pent up you are…these past moons must have been torture!” She frowned in compassion, feeling a wetness growing between her legs as she gently massaged his little orbs. “I’ll ensure your reward is worth its price.”
Biting back a whimper as his virgin manhood twitched, he nearly felt as though he could finish in her hand. Every second was an agony she had vowed to repay, granting him an urge to kneel and praise her generosity.
Chuckling, she stood to approach the bed, moving with deliberate slowness. Shrugging the shroud from her shoulders, she allowed it to flutter to the floor. Nude, she turned her head to smile back at him. “Well? Show me that I’m fit to be the mother of your child.”
Heart rushing to the slight of her glorious form, he clambered to his knees at her feet. With permission, he dared to touch her thigh, pressing his lips softly to the side of her asscheek. He kissed her repeatedly, worshiping her flawless rump as he caressed her leg. The feeling of her feminine flesh forced him to leak further, leaving a dribble of clear liquid upon the stone floor.
Vixin closed her eyes as she felt him, reveling in his obsession. The controlled became the controller, the servant accepting her place as the master. No longer could she lie to herself, knowing she’d gladly trade his place. Tonight, however, she’d give the orders.
“Glorious…mistress…” he said between kisses, feeling the shape of her rear and thigh. “My mouth…is yours. My cock…is yours.”
Stroking his hair lovingly, she felt his hands move from her leg to explore her hips and toned midriff. “Devoted little Fanir, your loyalty shall be an example to everyone. At this very moment, I can sense my ovum waiting within my womb. It’s ready to mix with the seed trapped within your poor, denied little testicles. Are you ready to let it all out, my brave boy?”
Roughly caressing her skin as if she were a statue of his only goddess, he couldn’t help but press his tight chastity cage against her leg. Desperate to feel a single hint of her touch, he lightly humped. “Yes mistress…YES! Please release me…”
The desperation in his voice nearly forced her to moan, loving every second she controlled his cock. She knew the agony of denial better than most, aware she bordered the line of cruelty. He had agreed to this, hadn’t he? Did that excuse the rushing of juices moistening her pussy? Conflicted, she knew it was time for mercy, and yet…
“You’ve earned the right to cum, yet I’d see you first grow familiar with the body that shall bear your baby.” She pulled away to mount the bed, her urges overtaking her mercy. “Come, little Fanir. Show me the devotion of your tongue, and I shall show you the ecstasy a Vaid can offer.”
Cock straining as he watched her ease onto her back, spreading her royal legs, his eyes went wide as he was greeted by her waiting womanhood. A whimper escaped him, met with a perfection he could do nothing less than worship.
A gesture towards her foot incited him to start low. Joining her upon the oversized bed, he obeyed her silent command as he kissed the soft soles of her foot, then her ankle. Moving upwards with exquisite slowness that joined them together in maddening anticipation, his fingers caressed her lithe calf.
Vixin’s hands found her breasts as she felt his subservient tongue lick up her inner thigh, moaning as she tweaked her nipples. Was this what Rosila had enjoyed? The obedience of a lesser creature? She pushed the thought aside with an aroused scowl.
Cock aching with each passing second, Fanir retreated to her other nimble foot. Licking her, he tasted the sweet scent of a Vaid princess, as if a mixture of pleasant flowers. He was merely a dirty mortal, he knew, reveling in the privilege of serving a goddess.
Up and up he traveled, worshiping every seductive inch of her legs until his loins hurt with denial. She sensed his pain, feeling her guilt flooding with arousal. His cock was her property, his pleasure under her control. She could throw away the key if she wished, damning him to a life without release. For a moment she craved to join him, serving a master while they begged in denial. A groan escaped her as two halves of her mind clashed, mistress and slave. Perhaps Rosila had truly broken her.
His fingers glided up her thigh, testing the limits of her permission. When she finally nodded to allow him closer, his heart raced. Gently, with a single finger, he dared to caress the pink lips of her delectable womanhood.
She chuckled when she heard him moan, knowing her body was releasing sensual pheromones far too subtle for his ordinary nose to detect. Meditation and study had only deepened her knowledge about herself, ever exploring her powers. She felt the hormones within her body keenly, coaxing them to shift until she was certain her fertility was at its highest.
Fanir’s tongue met her labia, licking her as if fearful that a single misstep would damage such a precious object. Vixin moaned, using her thumbs and forefingers to massage her nipples. “Don’t be afraid, little Fanir. Come. Show my wet pussy how much you crave your reward.”
Obeying without question, the tip of his tongue pushed lightly between her labia. Exploring as he moved up and down, he gradually pushed deeper and deeper before switching his attention to her sensitive bud. Encircling it once, he flicked back and forth, receiving a moan from her lips.
“Good…ahh…boy!” Vixin reached down with one hand to pet his head like an obedient pet. “Just like that!”
He wanted to serve. He wanted to please her. Increasing his speed over each passing moment, he began lapping frantically at her royal clit until she found herself arching her back. Her juices upon his tongue drove him wild, the taste nearly becoming an addiction.
Letting her head fall back, Vixin grabbed his hair to pull his face harder against her groin. Her legs spread wider, begging for more as she reveled in pleasure. “Thank you…ahh…Fanir! My sweet…ahh…little Fanir…”
One hand held her thigh as his other snuck down to his own throbbing loins. Unable to control himself, he began to tug on his chastity cage as desperation overcame him. He NEEDED to touch himself, NEEDED a hint of stimulation as he tasted her pussy. He humped his hand, pulled, tugged, groaning in frustration as it all proved fruitless.
“Just…a little longer! You’re going to…ahh…make me cum…” Vixin wrapped her legs around his head, trapping him between her thighs as she gently bucked her hips.
Imprisoned between soft feminine flesh, Fanir cared little how well he could breathe, knowing he’d gladly die between his mistress’s legs. Back and forth his tongue flicked, taking quick pauses to suck on her clit as he continued.
A deep cry was ripped from her throat as her body seized, squeezing his head as she squirted. Never did his tongue slow, drenched by her sweet juices as she threatened to drown him.
“Fuck…ooohhh Fanir…” Vixin moaned as she quivered, her instincts demanding more. Finally, rubbing her soaking loins against his face a final time, she forced herself to free him from her hold. He gasped as he sat back, face leaking from her pleasure. She had nearly pushed him too far.
Unable to delay any longer, she fled the bed to retrieve his key. Returning from her desk, she ordered him closer to sit on the edge while she studied him.
“Well done…you’ve suffered long enough.” She smirked, concealing her guilt. He nearly squirmed as she inserted the key, legs trembling as his cock was unlocked. Gently, she pulled away the cage, watching his little manhood harden fully. He released a whimper as she ran her finger down its length, unable to stop his hips from pushing forward for more. “An eager little thing, isn’t it? How cute.”
Blushing, Fanir groaned as she leaned down, granting his tip a kiss of gratitude. “Please princess…I’ll wait as long as it pleases you…yet I may burst…”
Giggling, she guided him onto his back, mounting his scrawny form. “Oh, I believe it’s time. Are you ready to get me pregnant?” She pressed his cock against her, running a finger down his chest. “Is such a gift worth your suffering?”
Eyes widening as lust threatened to consume him, he nodded. “A millennium in chastity is nothing when compared to siring your royal child…mistress…”
Satisfied that she hadn’t overstepped, she raised her hips. Holding herself above his cock, she chuckled, watching his eyes roll back as she claimed his virginity. Sliding inside, his tiny erection tested her minimally. “Ahh… how does it feel to be inside a woman, little Fanir?”
Moaning loudly, he couldn’t manage a response as she moved up and down with careful slowness. His world became his cock. His experience narrowed down to their meeting loins. Nothing existed beyond their bodies, pleasure threatening to shatter him.
Giggling once more, Vixin sensed his pleasure as she skillfully avoided forcing him over his limit so soon. Smaller than even Lalian‘s green cock, she made love to him without seeking her own enjoyment, focused entirely upon pleasing her dutiful slave. Watching just how deeply her pussy pleasured him granted her a satisfaction of a different sort, her hips moving up and down as she rode him. “Tell me, do you want a boy or a girl?”
Holding onto her thighs as if clinging to his sanity, his body clenched at the question. “I…oooohhh princess…I don’t…”
“Our son risks inheriting your cute little cock…ahh…yet our daughter would inherit the divine beauty of my bloodline,” Vixin explained, leaning over to kiss his soaked lips as she lowered herself to lie atop him. The position granted her more control, grinding her hips as she worked his shaft. “Which would this future little daddy prefer, I wonder?”
Cock straining within her tight depths, he felt as though he were inside of a dimension of pure bliss itself. He met her eyes briefly, a silver gaze that peered directly into his soul from a beautiful royal face. “I…I want…oooohhh…I want a daughter as gorgeous…ahh…as you!”
“So be it, little Fanir. I’ll do my best.” Vixin kissed him deeper than before, licking remnants of her own juices from his lips with a smile. She had hoped for a daughter with Salduin, and her body had obeyed. Did that mean her theory was correct? Would mothers with Vaid blood be able to control the gender of their children? The longer she had meditated, and the deeper she explored her body and soul, the more it seemed likely. Now, she focused her internal control, willing her body to conceive a female.
“A daughter…” he muttered as his head fell back, losing himself to the fantasy. “How beautiful…she could be. A true…oooohhh…being of worth…”
Caressing his cheek lovingly, she allowed her hips to subtly speed up. “Such is the reward for your service, little Fanir. I can sense how pent up you are. Will you finally release the sperm from your poor testicles? Will you cum inside me?”
“Y…yes princess…” He attempted to push up into her, clumsily seeking to match her rhythm. “YES…princess…if you’ll permit it…”
“Oh, I do, sweet Fanir. You have my full permission to cum inside me. Drain these heavy little balls into my royal womb, and I’ll grant you a baby you may be eternally proud of. Cum, Fanir! Breed me!” Vixin teased him before gently biting his lip. “I’ll make you a daddy…”
Fanir nearly squeaked as he cried out, pushing his cock up into her royal pussy. Eyes rolling back once more, he convulsed as he finished harder than he had ever experienced. His denied cock spurted months of locked up sperm, outmatching the quantity his small size suggested.
Vixin’s lips parted in pleasure as she felt his warmth pouring into her, craving to conceive again. The Goddess of Fertility closed her eyes to savor her mate, knowing she was already addicted to the pleasure of pregnancy. “Good boy…ahh…fill me up!”
Mind shattering, his body finally fell limp against the sheets, breathing hard as the remnants of their lovemaking tingled through him. He had served a goddess. He had mated with a goddess. Never again would he be content merely with his hand, nor a cushion to hump. She had claimed his mind entirely.
“Fanir? Don’t say I’ve broken you.” Vixin giggled as she kissed his cheek. Watching him finally open his eyes, she lifted her hips to slide his cock free. “You performed better than I expected. I might have to keep that tongue of yours closer as you watch me swell with your child.”
Exhausted from his orgasm, Fanir smiled. “My mistress…is…merciful…”
50th of Silla, 14 AVE.
Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.
“Ah, it’s too difficult!” Anthara said as she pushed away the wooden slab. Seated across from Lalian upon his tower’s balcony, she looked away in embarrassment. “This human tongue is much too soft.”
Frowning, Lalian placed his cup upon the small table between them. “The God Emperor and I organized the imperial language to fit our needs exactly. You see, while the foundation of our tongue comes from his holiness’s former home of Nitri, we’ve adopted several words from neighboring-”
“It’s pointless, isn’t it Lalian?” She ignored his explanation, adjusting the green shawl he had made for her. Decorated in traditional Lanthian symbols, it ended just below her hips, allowing her legs to remain on display. Freshly bathed, hair washed, and permitted to sleep on an actual bed, little remained of the dirty prisoner she had been only a month ago. “Why struggle to learn all this while I wait to be disposed of?”
A flare of nervous worry stuck him at the statement, and he gently pushed the slab back towards her. Its surface contained several words carved in both the imperial tongue and her own, merely the basics. “D…disposed of? Don’t be foolish. There’s much you can still be useful for. Please, try again.”
Sneering at the slab, she left her chair to move towards the balcony. Leaning on the stone barrier, she felt her collar tighten just enough to remind her it was there. A metal chain that was bolted to the wall behind her remained locked to the collar, preventing her from flying away. Her damaged wing twitched as she peered at the city below, her wound having healed improperly during her imprisonment. “These damned humans. Yes, I may be of use until I grant you the information you seek, yet what then? I’m not foolish enough to believe I’ll be released. Besides, where would I go if I were? Home?” She grimaced, doing little to conceal the agony such a thought brought her. “Only the dead or captured remain missing for this long, and everyone knows there’s only one way a prisoner earns her freedom. The Priarch will cut my throat the moment I return, that I may never speak their secrets again.”
Lalian blushed as he politely looked away. Leaning over, her shawl did little to conceal her rump, yet she appeared to give her exposure no concern. After all, such was natural in The Lanthian Empire. “Th…then you see how they’ve abandoned you, Anthara,” he said as temptation summoned his gaze. The smooth roundness of her green rump remained almost entirely on display, with just a hint of her womanhood visible between her thighs. A deep shiver coursed through his body, requiring him to clasp his hands in his lap.
“As they should, for I’ve failed them.” The soft wind sent the left side of her green hair fluttering, as the right side of her head remained bare. “Perhaps I’m damned. If my only purpose now is to wait for death, of what use are these silly lessons?”
“S…silly?” Lalian frowned once more, pulling his eyes from her. “You speak as if there is no alternative to your doom.”
“Oh?” she chuckled without humor, a bitter, spiteful sound. “Your master shall dispose of me if I remain. My Priarch shall execute me if I return. If you see an escape, enlighten me.”
He saw a hint of moisture in her eyes as she turned around to face him, forcing him to bite his lip as something within him shattered. What had this cruel creature done to him? “Do you k…know how The God Emperor found me?”
Anthara shook her head as her shawl hung loosely upon her shoulders, falling to reveal much of her breast.
Hesitating, Lalian settled upon a silent decision before continuing. “Trapped. I suppose that’s the best term for it. Trapped. My escape from our homeland had earned me a death sentence should I ever return, m…much like yourself, yet I didn’t find the freedom I sought. I was forced to serve my former accomplice, a Lanthian named Manith. Ancient history as far as I’m concerned, yet he enjoyed the freedom he had promised me. One form of slavery to another.”
She folded her arms with disapproval as she listened, yet her eyes subtly softened.
“The God Emperor marched upon our settlement, of course. There was little left of Manith when he was finished. I…I was lucky enough to merely find myself caged, for then, hadn’t I always been?” Lalian peered out into the sky, lost in thought as he allowed himself to smile. “It was a…singular oddity. This man, this strange young conqueror of which I calculated to be my executioner came to me. He found only a scrawny slave waiting, starved and naked in a cage, yet he offered an opportunity to prove myself as a worthy being.”
“How?” Her posture eased.
Lalian tapped the side of his head. “He sought my mind, and I was happy to grant it to him. You see, The God Emperor seeks beings that may prove valuable to him. If one shows a willingness to rise above the population, he…he grants said being a purpose.”
She masked the subtle interest tingling in her eyes at his words by turning away. “So you claim.”
“So I know.” His tone grew firmer than he had managed thus far in her presence. “He offered me the opportunity to rise from the place of a pitiful slave, and now we sit atop my masterpiece. Perhaps…he’ll offer you the same chance.”
Pausing as she studied the city, it required every ounce of willpower to scowl as she slowly returned to her seat. “Ah, the final betrayal I may offer my people. You’d have me sit and hope that your master allows me the chance to spit in the face of our homeland?”
“Your mistresses have abandoned us, Anthara.” Lalian concealed a trembling hand as he risked flaring his resentment. “They abandoned me the moment I departed my egg, and you the moment you fell. When rulers punish your survival or mere existence, of what right are they owed your loyalty?”
“Yet that’s the natural order, Lalian. When a male is weak, his seed threatens our people. If a warrior falls, she is proven inferior. If a traitor…” Voice catching in her throat, she swallowed before she could continue. “A Lanthian that betrays her people for her own survival is the lowest of all, for she endangers our homeland directly. Whatever instinct forced such an action must be purged with a dagger before she may breed and spread it. That’s our way.”
Lalian shook his head in disgust. “A way of cruelty, perhaps. The God Emperor would never-”
“Oh? Yet you claim he only seeks beings of worth. The Priarchs and Miarchs do the same, allowing superior beings to breed while discarding others. Your master conquers the weak, and allows the strong to serve him.”
“He doesn’t exterminate those under his rule. He doesn’t discard entire populations.” Lalian felt his ire rising. “Every man is granted a choice. He…he may live in peace beneath The Empire, or prove himself and rise to become something more.”
Anthara folded her arms as half of her shawl fell down her slender shoulder, threatening to reveal the entirety of her light green breast. “Then your master allows mediocrity to bleed into the population. When a child is born with malformed wings, you toss it from the treetops as a kindness to future generations. Such is why you were tested, why you fought, and why you lost. It was merely your fate to lose your balls, Lalian.”
Jumping to his feet, Lalian turned away as he stormed off towards the balcony door.
“Wait!” She reached out, losing whatever mask of conviction she held. When he stopped to glance back, a deep blush overcame her cheeks. “That was…unnecessary. Come back. I…apologize.”
Reluctantly, he made his way back to his seat with a scowl. Once more he had lost his logic, acting emotionally in her presence.
Unable to meet his gaze, she looked down. “I’m sorry…Lalian. Call it an instinct. You’ve been rather kind to me…and I shouldn’t have pushed the issue.”
Expression easing, he slowly nodded. “V…very well. May we continue our lesson, then?”
Biting her lip, she glanced down nervously at the slab. “And if I fail? I doubt your master would concern himself with someone that struggles with the basics of his language. If I were even interested in serving him, that is.”
Seeing moisture once more return to her eyes, he felt his anger drain away. “I vowed to assist you, Anthara. It’s a promise I’ll retain.”
Nodding as she wiped a tear away, she attempted to chuckle. “You’ve seen me weep more times than I care for. I suppose it’s hardly a further step if I admit I’m…I’m afraid.”
Lalian felt something stab his chest from within as he watched emotion slowly overtake her. He reached out across the tiny table as if moving automatically, taking her hands in his. When he realized what he had done, he blushed in embarrassment before trying to pull away. Instead, she returned his grip. “I…a…apologize…”
She shook her head, squeezing his hands as if they’d stop her from falling. “No alternative remains. I either die, or I prove myself. I…” She shrugged with a scowl. “You’ve been the only being that has shown me kindness here. I’ll ask again. Why?”
His calculating mind fell away, unable to function as her hard stare met his eyes. Once more the simple truth was all he could conjure. “I…want to see you survive. It’s perplexing…yet I think it’s possible…”
Seeing that she’d receive no further explanation, she allowed herself to smile for the first time in his presence. A true smile, faintly visible upon her green lips. It held no cruelty, no spite. Merely gratitude. “If that’s truly the case…if you offer no tricks…then I must thank you, Lalian. Perhaps you’re no treacherous worm after all…”
4th of Senin, 14 AVE.
Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.
The corridors of The Grand Pyramid could appear less than welcoming when night fell. Decorated white walls flickered with the light of torches and braziers in the frequently traveled passages, yet the deeper a being dared to venture, the darker the halls became.
Making his way to the subterranean slave chambers, Fanir would have found himself bathed in darkness if not for the single candle he held. The eerie halls held little concern in his mind, having grown more than accustomed to them. Now, he only thought of his mistress, returning from her chambers.
He could almost skip with joy. Each time the princess summoned him to her bed, each time his tongue serviced her, he was reminded that his child grew healthily within her. Permitted to touch her still flat belly whenever he performed his duties, the feeling of the first hints of the growing child of a slave and the daughter of The God Emperor himself always proved too much.
Ahead, he was surprised to see a faint light peek around a distant corner. He slowed his pace, seeing four others join the first as they approached. Other slaves, perhaps? Summoned to perform nightly duties?
The closer they approached, the more Fanir’s smile fell away. There was something…off about the encounter, beginning to make out the forms of large men holding candles. It was a quick decision to quietly retreat to his mistress, yet as he turned around, he saw five additional candles approaching from behind.
Trapped at both ends of the hallway, he cleared his throat when they were close enough to hear his gentle voice. “Who…goes there?”
“Fanir, is it?” a harsh voice called back from ahead. Closer and closer they approached, clearly in no hurry. “Yeah, you’re definitely the one.”
Feeling his hands tremble as he clutched his candle, he remained frozen as the men reached him, entirely blocking both paths. Surrounded, there was only one gamble remaining, desperate as it was. “I…I serve Princess Vixin of House Vaid, second born daughter of The God Emperor, and current regent of-”
“Oh yes, we’re aware. Problem is, we serve our own mistress,” the man in the lead replied. A large man with a scar across his cheek, he commanded the others to place their candles onto the ground, illuminating the dark hallway just enough to display his bruised knuckles. “Nothing personal. There’ll be more dignity if you don’t scream.”
Fanir’s eyes widened as he recognized the men. Turning around in panic, he was met with a fist from behind, sending him falling back into the arms of the large man. “P…princess! Princess! Prin-”
Someone roughly rammed a thick piece of fabric into his mouth, silencing him as he nearly choked. They pulled his hands behind his back, tying his wrists together as he squirmed. Another fist slammed hard into his stomach, causing him to double over.
“Death isn’t our aim unless you fight back,” one of the men said, hurling his fist. “We’re only here to break Vixin’s little toy.”
Fanir’s head tingled as an elbow struck him in the jaw, then a fist to his eye, a knee to his stomach. His world exploded in pain as he was struck hard in the groin, forcing him to collapse.
Upon the floor, he could do little to defend himself as they stomped and kicked, both hearing and feeling his bones cracking. Muffled cries were all he could offer as he prayed for his mistress to save him, yet only darkness awaited behind the men.
He tasted his own blood when they finally stopped, releasing a whimper. Pain masked the feeling of his tunic being pulled upward as he was forced onto his back, groaning at the sharp agony of broken ribs.
“A shame to break such a pretty slave. Vixin choses them well,” the voice of the scared man chuckled as Fanir failed to raise his head. A ringing filled his ears as he felt blood drenching his cheeks from his shattered nose. “He’ll heal. Mostly.”
Beaten, ridiculed, and left to bleed, a final foot stomped down upon his defenseless groin, sending him crashing down into the darkness of unconsciousness as pain broke him.
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