Vaid Empire: Conquest
Author’s Note: This chapter directly led to the creation of the official Vaid Empire Website. For years, chapters of VE: Conquest were released across many sites, always risking censorship due to the varying themes and subjects contained within. Though previous chapters containing incest were able to go unnoticed, this chapter was the first to be outright removed. The scene of Hazia and Dominax proved too taboo, it seemed.
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Chapter 73
49th of Senin, 14 AVE.
Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.
“Open. Now,” Vixin ordered the guards at the cell door. Five in total, there’d be no escape for the new prisoners. They moved aside as the door was hauled open.
She marched inside with a scowl as she felt her ire rising. Inside the dungeon chamber, her silver eyes glared at the collection of six nude prisoners. All had been bolted to the curved stone wall, arranged in a half circle with their arms above their heads.
“You’re certain these are all that remain?” Vixin asked the Dungeon Guardian without turning her head. Hardly able to be considered a man, the Dungeon Guardian was no different from his many counterparts lurking within the subterranean chambers. Lacking a hint of clothing, his tight chastity cage was on full display. Sometimes she wondered why her father had deemed it necessary to employ such sadistic creatures to oversee the dungeons, yet on this day, her focus rested solely upon the prisoners.
“The guards confirmed four deaths, Supreme Mother,” the chaste man made a show of mock disappointment. They had tried to hide within the city, of course, yet when they attempted to make their escape, the guards proved their worth. “Several slaves confirmed to have seen these men near the slave quarters on the night of Fanir’s attack.”
Vixin approached the lead of the cabal, stepping closer than caution suggested. She cared little, feeling her eyes beginning to glow with rage. Recognizing him to be the same big man with a scar upon his cheek that had been gifted to her, his gaze provided an expression of amusement as his gagged mouth could not.
A flash of her hand tore the gag harshly from his lips, forcing him to wince hard. He recovered with a chuckle. “Caught us then, did you? Suppose it’s information for survival then.”
“Knife.” Vixin opened her hand expectantly, waiting before the Dungeon Master granted her his blade.
The prisoner cleared his throat. “Ah, so you do have more of your father in you than we judged. Good. I can respect that. Thing is, bloodshed won’t be necessary. I’ll trade.”
Vixin touched the tip of the blade with her thumb. “You have little to trade. Should I ask who granted your orders? Even my sister doesn’t think I’m foolish enough to believe your men were sent as a gift from her mate. Fanir was a message, and you were merely the hand to deliver it. A disposable hand she had no intention of seeing survive.”
The other prisoners seemed to stir in their bindings, yet their leader attempted to shrug. “It’s merely a job. Nothing personal, princess.”
Vixin tightened her grip upon the handle. The faintest hope that he’d refute what she knew to be true crumbled away, for a lack of denial was as good as a confession. Her sister was guilty. “Perhaps she promised coin. Perhaps she promised influence. You were all merely earning your payment. A fair trade.”
The man’s amusement slowly dimmed as he watched her eyes, never ceasing to glow.
“A task earns a fair payment. A foul deed earns a fair punishment,” Vixin’s words came calmly, masking the emotion raging within. “Tell me, what punishment have your deeds earned?”
The prisoners watched cautiously as their leader’s lips thinned.
“Nothing? That’s not quite fair, is it?” Vixin reached down to caress his large cock as it hung on display. Fingers dragging lightly, she felt it twitch. “If you’ve nothing more to say, so be it.”
With a gesture to her chaste servant, the feminine man moved to quickly apply another sticky gag to the prisoner’s lips. Though he struggled, the Dungeon Guardian was clearly no novice in dealing with resisting prisoners.
“You refrained from taking Fanir’s life, and thus, I’ll spare yours. Yet your actions have taken something from me that I’ve grown to value.” Vixin lifted his heavy cock as she pressed the blade against his testicles, doing her best to keep the trembling of anger from her voice. He’d see nothing but the cold expression upon her royal face. “For that, I’ll take something you value in return. A fair trade.”
The bound prisoners writhed in panic as they watched her blade move quickly, hearing the muffled cries of agony from their leader. A short moment, a mere hard pull accompanied by a powerful slicing of her blade, yet they whined in horror.
Vixin discarded the knife into the care of the Dungeon Guardian, letting the blood drip from her hands. She turned her back to the now whimpering prisoner, blocking out the knowledge that her mother would have smiled with approval. The thought sickened her more than the blood, and she required a silent moment to covertly breathe.
Finally, with dripping fingers, Vixin spoke with her back to the bound men in a calm tone. “You shared his deed, and thus, you’ll all share his fate. Six eunuch slaves to be trained and sold. That is our fair trade.”
“It shall be done, Supreme Mother.” The Dungeon Guardian bowed his head as the prisoners squirmed, unable to escape what awaited them.
A second hint of disgust touched her as she sensed the man’s arousal, not bothering to look back to see him squeezing his chastity cage. She had spared six men’s lives, yet what had it cost her? What else had died here?
She could nearly hear her mother’s ghost laughing in amusement as she hurried to the door.
1st of Iahta, 14 AVE.
Kingdom of Harin, Between Littlexia and Nighri.
The ship rolled gently with the waves as if to match Dominax‘s thrusts, yet still Irith could not cum.
Within the royal quarters of the command ship, Irith gripped the silky sheets tightly. Positioned on her hands and knees, she presented her rear to her mate eagerly. A moan escaped her as he continued to move in and out with a slow, powerful rhythm.
Her depths ached with a deep need as he used her, their loins meeting with each rock of his hips. As always, he seemed to know exactly where to hit to drive her wild, yet her occupied mind held her back. She squeezed the sheets harder, attempting to force herself to block out her thoughts. She wanted his cock. She wanted her orgasm.
Feeling hands fondling her round rear from behind, her lips parted in a heavy breath of arousal. She felt the strength of her mate, felt his careful control to avoid harming her. A dangerous…powerful man…and she felt her brows furrow.
They had left Littlexia behind, sailing towards Nighri to begin their next siege. Leaving the city behind did nothing to dampen her thoughts, thinking of Arinax as Dominax continued to thrust into her. She groaned with a mixture of pleasure and frustration as she sought to finish.
Slowly, Dominax came to a stop before sliding his cock from her womanhood. When she looked back in confusion, he caressed her rump a final time before granting her a reassuring gesture. “Come, Irith. Something is troubling you. I’d have you here with me fully.”
Both unsatisfied, she joined him as he sat on the edge of the bed. “My love…I can continue. Truly.”
He dismissed her with a wave. “Stab the heart of what bothers you rather than wasting the time of either of us. Speak what’s on your mind.”
Holding her legs tightly together as she continued to feel small pulses of pleasure in her womanhood, a remnant of their rough lovemaking, she sighed. “Arinax whispers to me at night.”
“The boy spreads rumors. Very well.” Dominax frowned in annoyance. “These rumors concern you, then?”
Irith perked up. “He speaks of what occurs during his training. He says you lock him in the dark cells of Littlexia, and sometimes for hours at a time. He says you starve him.”
Dominax watched as her words grew firmer with every detail, feeling his displeasure deepen.
“He’s…he’s scared!” she flung the word at him as if it were a weapon.
Eying her coldly, he nodded. “As he should be, for I’m only just beginning.”
Taken off guard, she scowled defiantly. “You…what?”
“The boy is The Prince Upholder of Vaidrin. My heir. I shall do whatever I must to forge him into a worthy being,” Dominax stated plainly.
Surprise gave way to anger as Irith turned fully to him, seeing his cock hanging between his legs. Still coated in her juices, she knew how easy it would have been to have simply held her tongue. “You are my love, Dominax, yet you shall not harm MY son.”
He held up a calming hand with a sigh, meeting her challenging gaze. “I do not seek to harm him. I see only the reality of our position. This boy…this Arinax…shall face a world in which every possible danger shall be used against him. I’d see him survive.”
The sudden hints of vulnerability in his silver eyes gave her pause. “We both seek to see him thrive, yet brutality isn’t our only means.”
“Ah, but little else shall shape him as harshly. I’ll ensure he is an unmatched weapon, rather than a blunted blade,” Dominax explained as he lowered his eyes. “There are few I’d reveal such things to, my love, yet you know my reasons. I shall endure no further losses.”
The sight of rare emotion from her mate caused her to bite her lip, reaching out to grab his hand without thinking. She calmed her anger, pressing her nude form closer. “So you say, yet we remain. In your fear of losing the ones you love, take care not to drive us away. Arinax is young. He has time to learn at his own pace. I…cannot stand to see him suffer in such a way. I simply won’t.”
“Time,” Dominax tasted the word bitterly. “Time is short. The blade of an assassin could find his throat this very night. Instead, I’d see him strengthened until he may turn that blade against those who seek his death.”
Irith squeezed his hand. “As would I, yet there must be another way.”
His expression hardened as he faced her. “All other methods are but a compromise, and I shall not compromise our son’s safety. I had a vision. A…dream of sorts. I…” He waved aside the remark. “The details are irrelevant, yet I saw the potential of what he may become. Any less, and we risk losing a son.”
Irith nearly winced at the pain he allowed her to see, forcing her to kiss his cheek. “I knew our family would face danger when I agreed to join you. Our child would sit upon the throne of the world, and that shall always bring an inevitable threat. It was a risk I was willing to pay, though not…not from you. Grant me a few days with Arinax without training. Let me comfort him. I’ll…explain what’s being done to him so that he may understand your harshness.”
After consideration, Dominax nodded. “You have until we reach Nighri. Afterwards, his training shall continue.”
Her expression grew firm as her grip eased upon his hand. “Then you must promise not to overstep. If you must push him for his protection…refrain from pushing him to a point from which he cannot recover. You must promise, my love.”
Dominax nodded. “I’ll do no more than what’s necessary. Our son is a future God Emperor, Irith. I’ll ensure he lives to see that day, and a millennium beyond.”
Remaining unsatisfied, though in a secondary way, Irith released his hand. They sat together, hearing the creaking of the ship’s hull. “I…suppose I should see to the children. The servants tell me that Nafalya has found a way to sneak from her quarters no matter where they station guards.”
“Very well,” his reply came coldly as he allowed her to stand.
“I’ll send a slave to finish what I could not.” She glanced at his hanging cock before stepping away. She went as far as the door before hesitating, retreating to grant him a kiss. “We chose this life, did we not?”
“Only because no suitable alternative exists.” Dominax replied. “Such is my nature. Our son’s nature.”
Irith was unable to smile, and instead merely nodded. She turned away, making her departure.
4th of Iahta, 14 AVE.
Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.
The door to Fanir’s personal healing chamber slowly opened before Vixin stepped inside. Every inch she moved towards his bed seemed to take an eternity before finally kneeling beside him.
Time had begun to heal his delicate face, and as his eyes slowly opened, a bright smile crossed his lips. “Mistress…”
“You look better today,” Vixin said as she caressed his short hair, unable to meet his gaze.
“Thank The Creator for the healers,” he chuckled before trying to sit up, only to wince in pain as he collapsed back. “It still…ahh…feels like agony…without their mixtures, mistress.”
Vixin offered a light smile as she peered at the floor, touching her belly.
“P…princess, have I done something to offend you?” Fanir could do little to conceal his worry as his expression shifted. “You haven’t visited in…ahh…five days…”
“No. No, of course not!” She leaned down to kiss his forehead, drawing out every second as she hesitated. “Little Fanir…we’ve found the men who attacked you. They’ve received their punishments.”
His eyes widened as he once more found his smile. “Mistress…does that not please you? Is that not wonderful?”
“Of course. Still, they confirmed a thing that has troubled me.” She nodded slowly as if lost in thought, dreading her coming words. “Fanir…it’s no longer safe to keep you at my side.”
A moment was required before her words reached him, tearing an expression of panic across his face. “Mistress?”
She gritted her teeth as she reached to squeeze his hand. “I know every word I speak now shall never be repeated from your lips. My sister was behind this attack, little Fanir, of that much I can no longer doubt. She cannot harm me directly, yet if you remain here, you shall always be a potential target.”
“I…I’ll endure! I’ll remain a step ahead of her schemes! Grant me a guard or two and I’ll ensure you never have to fear for me.”
His naivety granted her a bitter chuckle, yet she shook her head. “Cendra is a…cruel creature. I’ll take no risks with her.”
Desperation claimed his gaze as he attempted to rise, only to fall once more. “Mistress…please…I need to remain with you. I…I must serve you…pleasure you…”
A tight breath escaped her. She blinked, feeling a hint of moisture in her eyes. “Calm, little Fanir. Calm yourself. I’ve…ordered the purchase of an estate inside The City of Arcia. Part of the new construction projects. I’m told they’re large and luxurious. You’ll live as a wealthy man for the rest of your days. A free man, tended to by slaves.”
“Arcia? Mistress…that’s in another District!” He strained to clutch her hand pleadingly. “You’ll be so far away…”
Vixin slowly moved his hands towards her belly, guiding him to feel the slight hint of her pregnancy. “Yet a part of me shall always remain with you. After the birth, I shall send our daughter into your care. Such is a fitting gift for a servant as devoted as you.”
Feeling her belly with trembling hands, he no longer cared to restrain his emotion. “Please…don’t do this. I…I’ll serve you better than before. I’ll pleasure you with my tongue every hour of every day! Please…mistress.”
A tear fell from her eye to join his. “Fanir…I’m sorry. I can ensure your safety no other way. If you desire to serve, obey this command.”
They remained together until he nodded, savoring the soft sensation of her skin as if it were his last chance. “Y…yes mistress…I’ll obey.”
She attempted to nod with a commanding expression, yet it fell away to tears. Cendra had caused this, she knew. She had tainted something Vixin loved, despite how many attempts she had made to repair the damage between them.
Together, alone in a chamber in the heart of The Empire, a princess wept for a slave. She sensed the child growing within her, releasing a weary breath. “Raise her well, sweet Fanir…”
As he nodded, Vixin lowered her head to his battered chest, closing her silver eyes. Her prisoners had earned their punishment, and in turn, Cendra required one of her own. It’d take years before her sister returned to The Capital, Vixin knew, yet she’d wait like a patient specter.
One tainted love for another. It was only fair.
15th of Iahta, 14 AVE.
Kingdom of Harin, Outside Nighri.
The sound of distant chirping echoed through the forest around them. The morning light danced through the vibrant leaves, a collection of blue trees in a sea of green. Clin stood before them as he held his sword vertically.
Kneeling, the small group of young men and women mirrored their new mentor. Holding their swords, they listened carefully while a white bundle of fabric sat before each of them.
Far from the ongoing siege of Nighri, Clin assessed the fresh faces waiting expectantly. He allowed himself a slight grin, seeing the eagerness in their eyes. These were proper recruits, individuals committed to the task of defending the citizens of The Empire. Though they were all required by law to share the blood of The God Emperor, like Kunir who stood at his side now, he cared little for their origin nor heritage. A good man was a good man.
“I’ll tell no lies. The life I offer is one of struggle and strife, yet it’s a necessity all the same. The white cloaks of The Privictis Order lay before you. Should you choose to accept yours, you’ll be promising to give your lives in the defense of the ordinary beings beneath the imperial throne. They are the heart of this empire, and we shall guard that heart with our shields and armor.” Clin held his stance, firm and immovable despite the faint hints of pain from his old leg wound.
Three cloaks fluttered lightly in the forest breeze, for the third stood in the distance, observing. The God Emperor waited with folded arms, amused at the display.
Clin moved his sword to his wrist, pressing the blade against his skin where his armor left a vulnerability. “Earn your cloaks or leave us now. To become Knights of The Privictis Order, let the first drop of blood you spill be your own, that you may know the price of such a deed.”
Dragging his blade, he slit his wrist with a grimace. He held out his hand, allowing the wound to pour into the dirt at his feet. He waited, watching as the kneeling group mirrored the action one after another. Gasps of pain echoed quietly.
“Now don your cloaks and rise as Initiates, servants of our people,” Clin commanded. Together with Kunir, he watched as the group unwrapped the white bundles before them. They clasped the fabric around their necks before standing until all were on their feet. White cloaks moving with the wind, Clin felt a surge of pride. The Privictis Order had arisen.
He granted them new commands before hearing The God Emperor chuckling, turning to see him approaching. The entirety of the group bowed low in his presence, yet their ruler waved his hand.
“Children, you’ve done well. Return to your quarters, for healers shall be sent to tend to your wounds,” the powerful voice of The God Emperor ripped through the trees, and they all turned to obey. As Kunir reluctantly led them away, Dominax stroked his silvery beard. “Quite a display you’ve conjured. They shall feel they’ve partaken in something exclusive, special. They’ll be yours. Well done, Clin.”
The blond knight nodded in empty gratitude. “Thank you, your holiness. I’ll ensure your children are treated well in their training, when possible, yet they must be prepared for the dangers and hardships they’ll face.”
“I expect no less. Forge them into worthy beings at any cost,” Dominax brushed aside the comment before gesturing at where they had sat. “There was a girl in the front. Tell me what you know of her, Clin.”
Confused, he looked to the indicated spot. “Recruit Hazia? The Sages found her living with her mother and grandfather in The Capital. Has she done something to-”
“Hazia. Very well. Summon her to the command tent tonight, for I may have an additional purpose for her,” Dominax commanded with a grin of amusement. Of course, his advisor had learned the name of every one of his recruits. “Until then, prepare the men for tonight’s battle. I’d see this city broken before our forces in the east and west rejoin us.”
“Of course, my lord.” Clin wiped his blood from his sword before sheathing it. The light blade suddenly felt heavy upon his hip. “You’ve received news then?”
Dominax nodded with satisfaction. “This boy king, Siril, has disappeared from fighting the western front, and thus, King Foin is making short work of Obsidri.”
Clin frowned wearily. “Siril is inexperienced, though his advisors are anything but. If he’s pulling his forces from the west, it’s only to seek a stronger position. I must say, I dislike the sound of it.”
“Ah, yet every battle brings him closer to me. He was wise to slowly drain his men from the west, yet an army of that size cannot hide for long,” Dominax replied. “Forge this Order of Knights as you desire, yet ensure your focus remains upon the war.”
A formal nod came as Clin’s response.
Dominax placed his hand onto his advisor’s shoulder. “Though tell me, my friend, is privictis not the ancient Nitri word for absolution?”
“It is, my lord,” Clin said firmly. “I’ll accept the titles you require me to bear, yet you’ve promised me the right to the name.”
“So I did. The Privictis Order.” Dominax smirked. “Very well.”
***
Dominax waited within the command tent, leaning over the carved table as he studied the map’s details closely. A victory here, a defeat there. Each map marker had been earned through thousands of deaths, and for a moment, he allowed the monumental price to fall upon his shoulders. He tested its weight, supported by a memory of Nitri. A generation in turmoil for a future of absolute peace.
His thoughts were broken by the sensation of a being approaching the door. He felt her, a being of potential, accompanied by two ordinary guards. He granted the command to enter before they even made their announcement, sensing their surprise mixing with a hint of fear.
The guards held open the fabric entrance as they permitted his guest to enter. She stepped inside before they departed, clasping her hands together nervously. Dressed in a short white tunic and cloak, she knelt before him.
“Hazia, is it?” He left the table to step closer.
“Yes…your divine holiness,” her voice came softly, masking the nervous excitement he sensed within her.
Towering over her, he gently caressed her dark brown hair, watching it flow down her back. He felt her shudder at his touch as he moved to her chin, guiding her to look up. “You’ve had quite the day, little Hazia. Seeking to become a Knight, are you?”
She didn’t dare nod, as it’d pull his fingers away. “Yes…your holiness, if I prove worthy.”
“Good girl.” He smirked with approval. “Rise, for I won’t speak to a worthy being while she keels.”
Slowly obeying, she caught his meaning. “Worthy? I don’t-”
“A possibility. Nothing more.” He looked into her eager eyes. They lacked the sliver of his own, holding a deep brown. Her pretty face held traces of his own features, and as he sensed her soul, he felt it connected to his own. The fact of her paternity wasn’t his sole focus, however, and he gestured towards the entrance of his bedchamber. “Come. There is much to discuss.”
Hazia followed without hesitation, and he sensed her nervousness increase as she realized she had entered his private quarters. “Your holiness…I’m honored to be welcomed into your temporary home. I must admit…I don’t understand why I caught your attention.”
“You’re a clever girl, or so I sense.” Dominax gestured to a nearby table, permitting her to sit. He watched as she unclasped her cloak and neatly folded it upon the table. He pulled his own chair close. “I shall speak a name, and you shall tell me your relation. Sirith.”
“My…my mother?”
Dominax smirked, for he had sensed correctly. Peering into her soul, he felt the presence of her maternal line. Their single encounter long ago had left enough of an impression for him to recognize her soul, remembering their night together. Thousands of women had come after her in the nearly two decades since they had mated, yet the memory of Sirith’s father watching them breed that night would never leave. “A stranger to me, it’s true, yet you know how you came into existence. I sense your grandfather still lives, if only barely.”
A chill ran through her, mystified. “Y…your holiness…the rumors of your abilities are true…”
He placed his hand atop hers. “Abilities that have passed to my children. I sense them within you. Faint. Untrained. Weak. In time, you’ll learn to utilize them, grow them, yet that is not the purpose of this conversation.”
Still her mask of bravery remained, impressing him as she seemed to savor the feeling of his hand. “Then what, if I may ask, has his holiness deemed me worthy to discuss?”
“Nothing less than the totality of the ambition I see in your eyes.” He moved his hand from hers, placing it upon her thigh. He felt her ultra soft skin, as delicate as that of Cendra and Vixin.
She felt him slowly explore her thigh as she blushed. “Your holiness…I don’t think I underst-”
“Ah, but I won’t allow you to play the fool.” His hand crept beneath her short tunic, testing her restraint before retreating.
“What are…”
“I sense my nature within you. You seek to gain power within The Privictis Order? So be it. I’ll ensure you’re favored by your mentor.” Dominax continued to caress her, feeling a hunger within him as he assessed the feminine shape of her gorgeous thigh. “I require a being I may trust within their ranks, yet more importantly, I require someone capable of implementing ideals into the minds of your companions.”
Blushing harder with every second, she bit her lip and opened her eyes wide as she felt his finger brush between her legs. Instinctively, she moved to grab his hand, stopping when she remembered who sat beside her. “My God Emperor…I…know where I come from. What…what am I to you?”
“A gift I shall use to its fullest potential.” He lightly brushed between her legs, feeling her squirm as he touched her smooth labia.
“Yet you’re my…” She hesitated, biting her lip at his touch. She made no move to pull away as he guided her closer, kissing her cheek. A second kiss pressed against her lips, allowing her to taste him for several seconds before she separated. “This is wrong…an abomination…”
“Therein lies the problem.” He kissed her once more, remaining longer. His hand moved fully between her thighs, rubbing her as she gasped. “I’ll grant you the same question. What am I to you?”
“You’re my…God Emperor.” She held his arm as if the small act of resistance would remove her guilt, feeling his fingers where they were forbidden.
Dominax shook his head in disappointment. “Don’t retreat now. You said yourself that you know your source. All recruits of The Privictis Order are of my blood. My children.”
“Please don’t say that now…” she replied, feeling herself squeezing her thighs around his hand as she held back a moan. “Your holiness…this is…”
“Perfection. Natural. The fact that any other word comes to your mind is precisely my dilemma.” He kissed her once more, gently biting her lip as she released a quiet squeak.
“Yet if I’m your…” She cut her words off as if they’d strangle her.
Feeling a wetness quickly gathering against his rubbing fingers, Dominax chuckled. “You may say it. I sense your nature, sweet girl. I know what you crave, as I do. Don’t hold back.”
Her breath felt warm against him as they kissed once more, seeing her fighting to hold back her enjoyment. They were strangers, yet the blood shared between them could never be ignored. “Are…are you truly my…”
“I am. If one certainty remains to you in this world, know you may at least trust this one simple truth. I sired you. I created you. I gave you life.”
A moan escaped her despite her efforts, tightening her grip as if clinging to his arm. “This is…utterly forbidden…”
Using a single finger, he began to press inside, testing her tightness. He heard a whimper as she clenched around him, exploring where he was never intended to touch. Her juices spoke the truth of her craving, her soul calling to his senses despite her simmering guilt. “You’ll find nothing to be more natural. Did your grandfather ever speak of your conception?”
Confused, she withheld a moan at his intrusion.
“Oh, I’m certain he was more than proud to speak of my involvement, yet what of his?” He smirked, teasing her insides lightly. “Did he ever reveal that he was present? That he watched your mother take my seed?”
Eyes widening, she squeezed her thighs tighter. “That’s…no…”
“Would you call your God Emperor a liar?” He chuckled when she furiously shook her head. “Your grandfather sat beside my bed and watched as I bred his precious daughter, your mother. Don’t thrust your judgment too harshly, child, for he was wiser than many. He was committed to your mother in a way very few men are committed to their offspring.”
As his words sank in, she slowly eased her clenching thighs as he kissed her, letting their tongues dance for a moment. “He…grandfather watched you…”
Dominax nodded with satisfaction, pulling his soaking finger out to gently massage her clit. She squirmed lightly, her breaths growing deeper. “An act of love deeper than most. For my aims to blossom fully, the world must understand it as I do.”
“Yet it’s…it’s…” She made no move to resist as he pulled her closer, closing her eyes to savor his taste as their tongues met. The familiar sensation of his being coaxed a craving long buried within her, a natural longing that felt deeper than anything she had encountered. He sensed it within her, feeling her desires as he pulled them to the surface.
His other hand ran up her tunic to feel the soft skin of her athletic form, continuing until he felt her breasts. Modest, yet round, he fondled her as he felt her hips beginning to lightly hump against his hand. “You’re mine. My soul. My blood. My lost daughter.”
The word seemed to stir something within her, for she moaned deeper than before. She struggled to speak whenever their lips parted, her body buzzing with arousal. “We can’t…your holiness…ooohhh…it’s so utterly wrong…”
Grinning insidiously, Dominax wrapped her in his arms without warning, lifting her from her chair. She yelped in surprise, allowing him to sense her bursting excitement as he dropped her onto the bed. He pulled at her tunic, ripping the fabric savagely until he tore it from her body. She made a pitiful attempt at covering herself, easily brushed aside as she was unable to keep the grin from her lips.
Looking down, Dominax took in every detail of her gorgeous body as pride threatened to consume him. His seed had sired her beauty. Her perfection stemmed from him. He quickly removed his one-suit, joining his kin in nudity.
Her lips parted as she witnessed his bare form, eyes falling to the cock that had created her. She moaned as he mounted the bed, holding himself above her. “Your holiness…I…”
“What am I to you?” he asked again, rubbing his cock against her loins. He felt her juices coating his shaft, a taboo that sent a shiver of lust through him. “Your God Emperor? A stranger?”
“I…I…”
He sensed her emotion rising to the surface as he pressed his tip against her, lightly parting her labia. “What am I?”
“You’re my fath..er…ooohhh…” she cried out as he sank his cock into her, sliding into forbidden territory. The parent she never had, the man she had always hoped to meet. Her head fell back in utter bliss as he pushed inside, losing any mask of resistance.
Dominax groaned as he penetrated her, cock tingling as he entered her exquisitely tight depths. Her inner walls caressed him with the stimulating texture of Cendra and Vixin, driving him wild at knowing she had inherited her pussy from his divine bloodline.
With his powerful form atop her, she could merely moan as he made her his woman. Guilt of their deed simmered and erupted within her, falling away into pure natural bliss with each thrust.
“My girl…my lost little Hazia…what a spectacular beauty you’ve become…” he groaned as he rocked his hips, reaching down to caress her flawless breasts. Kin inside kin, his very soul felt as though sexual ecstasy were rippling throughout his deepest core.
She dared to touch his strong arms, releasing a whine as she submitted to his will. How many times had her mother spoken of him during dark nights? How many times had she explained her distant father’s victories and conquests? Stories were as nothing when compared to actually touching him, smelling him, feeling him.
“You’ll have…ahhh…everything you desire. Merely manipulate your companions…ahh…into understanding our bond,” Dominax commanded as he tweaked her pink nipple. “Slowly…carefully…they must come to know our deeds as natural…”
“Y…yes…oooohhhh….yes…” She felt his tip hitting the deepest part of her pussy with every movement, filling her deeper than she imagined a cock could. Her body was his, her tight vagina a perfect complement to his manhood.
“What am I to you?” His hips moved in a slow, deep rhythm.
“My…oooohhhh father…” She held him tightly as if he’d escape her.
Dominax gritted his teeth in satisfaction at the word, kissing her once more. He tasted her saliva, licking her sweet tongue as he felt his erection growing as hard as possible. It was a weapon plunging into her insides.
“Fuck me…ooohhhh…you’ve…you’ve done something to me…”
“I’ve coaxed forth only what you already possessed…” he chuckled, feeling her trembling beneath him as she spread her legs as wide as possible. “Sense it yourself. Sense the bond…ahh…linking our souls together.”
“I…I feel it…oh by The Creator…I feel it!” For a moment her eyes rolled back, her body tensing as her pleasure peaked. She cried out, shaking as she orgasmed hard beneath him. It flowed through her body, touching every part of her being deeper than her mere fingers could ever hope to manage.
The sensation of her climax forced him to gently nibble her neck in a primal heat, taking in her sweet scent. Sexual pheromones she wasn’t aware she possessed released, intoxicating him as his advanced nose recognized her familial origin. She was as much his offspring as any of his other children, forcing him to groan.
Her breaths came deep and ragged as she recovered, mustering the courage to touch his neck as she pulled him closer. Tongues dueling, she lost herself to her instinctual urges.
Dominax continued fondling her breasts, allowing a tiny trickle of electricity to spark through her nipple. She jumped with an excited yelp, moaning at receiving a taste of his power.
“You’ve sensed our bond…ahh…now sense our potential.” A deep push against her cervix incited a moan from her lips. “Sense it. Feel it. A child sired between us holds the potential of inheriting great power…”
Her eyes widened at the mention of a child, nearly able to return her to reality. “That…your holiness…such is impossible…”
He chuckled, thrusting harder as he forced her eyes to flutter. “Still you doubt me…ahh…little Hazia.”
“Yet I’m your…you’re my…” She moaned loudly. “Our child would be…”
“Pure.” He pressed his lips to her ear with a whisper. “Utterly pure. Our blood offers no possibility…ahh…for defects.”
She tried to shake her head at the thought, only to tense up as the possibility nearly made her cum. The forbidden child of a father and daughter, his seed within her womb. No doubt she had inherited his fertility.
“Our souls are superbly compatible…ahh…to breed a highly worthy being…” He peered into her eyes, seeing pleasure slowly consume her. “Such is why I’ve selected you…ahh…for you are clever…ambitious…ahh…and delectably compatible. Little Hazia…you hold a greater purpose than a mere recruit.”
“A baby…” She closed her eyes, losing herself to the fantasy. How utterly wrong. How…exciting.
Dominax sensed the eagerness she tried to restrain, smirking. She was every bit a breeder as her father. “I see your ambition. I see…ahh…how deeply you crave to birth a powerful legacy for yourself. Our child holds the potential of becoming a powerful asset of The Privictis Order.”
“They’ll…ahh…sense his paternity…” she said, desperately clinging to her logic as his cock pounded against her depths. “They’ll know…our secret…”
“Ah, then you see the urgency of your manipulations.” Dominax’s hips moved rhythmically, knowing exactly how to make her shake with pleasure. “The Sages…ahh…have begun laying the foundations of propaganda that will encourage acceptance of such acts…ahh…as they themselves come to their own realizations. You…must do the same within your own ranks…before any are trained to sense such familial relations clearly. A day will come when all beings of our blood shall seek each other’s touch…and on that day, our child shall be celebrated!”
A flare of ambition touched her gaze, feeling an ache within her womb as if her body begged her to reproduce. A deep warmth claimed her, enthralled by the offer. “Are you…certain?”
“My hand guides many events, my fingers caressing many minds. All is under control.” He caressed her cheek lovingly, hearing the wet sounds of each thrust. “Shall I make my little Hazia a mother?”
A moan confirmed her needs, her body burning with pleasure. “Oooohhh yes…your holiness…”
“Then again, what am I to you?”
“My…father!” She pulled him closer once more, feeling their bodies pressing together as his cock rocked in and out.
“Again,” Dominax commanded, never leaving her gaze. Silver peered into deep brown, seeing every intricate flicker of enjoyment. “What do you crave?”
“You’re my…ooohhh…father!” She wrapped her arms around him. “Breed me…ooohhh…breed me!”
Dominax chuckled, savoring every word. He had ordered the command tent to be set up near the edge of the encampment. Irith, knowing his intentions, had commanded every nearby guard to begin their training near the wall. None would hear Hazia’s moans but a select few, for he had instructed his mate to allow specific legionaries close enough throughout the ordeal. “Again. Beg.”
“You’re my blood…my father! Please…ooohhh…please breed me!”
He could sense his intended recipient walking beside the tent, stopping. A man of low rank, Dominax had selected him for his reputation of spreading outlandish rumors. He’d hear. He’d speak. He’d be disregarded, yet the idea would spread. “More.”
“Make me a mother!” She could no longer hope to contain herself, her instincts driving her fully. His soul called to her, caressed her mind. Her body was reacting to the presence of a powerful male, more so from their bond. “Give me a baby! Give your daughter a baby!”
Dominax sensed the man sprint away as he loosed a sinister smile. Others had come throughout their lovemaking, all of similar reputation, and all under Irith’s careful scheduling to ensure no overlap. Plan secured, he delved deeply into their mutual bliss, reveling in the interlocking of their loins.
“Holiness…I can’t endure…please cum!” Her eyes pleaded as much as her words. “Please cum inside me!”
Sliding in and out, he felt her legs wrap around his waist as if begging him to fill her. He fondled her breast once more, feeling what his seed had created. Her young, flawless body would bear his baby.
Her legs squeezed tighter as if she risked losing him. This allusive man, this figure from her mother’s stories, she wouldn’t risk losing the gift he prepared to grant her. “Please…oooohhh…daddy…”
Dominax pushed deep as he finished, staring into his lost daughter’s eyes as he made her a mother. Pleasure felt like a white flame carving through him, reducing his being merely to his soul. Kin inseminating kin, he finally threw his head back in a loud roar.
She joined him, falling into an orgasm that threatened to consume her. Every muscle in her gorgeous body ached as she convulsed, cumming with an intensity that shattered her mind.
Both lost to reality, neither cared as his sperm oozed from her tight lower lips, drenching the sheets in a massive overflow of taboo seed. It mattered little, for their deed was already assured.
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