Vaid Empire: Conquest
Chapter 83
2nd of Fonic, 17 AVE.
Kingdom of Harin, Great City of Visti.
“I’d prefer to know where you’re taking me,” Cendra said in annoyance as she walked at Irith‘s side. Legionaries cleared the street ahead for their protection, yet still she caught glimpses of onlookers peeking at her through the wall of guards. Some hurried to bow. Others glared. She retreated from their judgment behind her cloak. “The garden was more than adequate for our duels.”
Her stepmother chuckled softly as they passed the many blue buildings of Visti. “We’ve dueled enough. I think today’s training shall aid you far more than a mere clashing of swords.” She stopped outside the doors to a walled courtyard, its azure perimeter glimmering in the sun like a frozen waterfall. When Cendra hesitated at the entrance, Irith placed a motherly hand on her shoulder. “Trust me, child.”
Despite her misgivings, the princess straightened before following her inside, hearing a familiar voice faintly echo over the wall. A flat landscape of sand awaited her within the square courtyard, its walls holding organized racks of weapons beneath canopies. Clearly a training arena, she felt her breath seize in her throat as she was met with rows of waiting Privictis recruits. They looked to her, and as Clin paused whatever speech he was delivering in his calm voice, she met the eyes of her mate.
“She arrives. Well, you all know what to do,” Clin said with a smile. He waited for them to bow before crossing over to her, granting her cheek a kiss. “I’m pleased to see Irith convinced you to come, my love. If you’re starting to leave the castle now…” he chuckled. “That’s quite a large step. We’ll proceed slowly today, yet there is much you may teach them.”
Cendra looked at Irith in surprise. “Teach? No, certainly not. I’ve heard nothing of this.”
“I apologize, child. Lord Clin and I have spoken much about your recovery. We both believe you’re ready to-” Irith’s words were cut off by Cendra’s panic.
“Then you speak of me like a wounded animal, granting me obligations without my approval?” Cendra ignored the kneeling crowd, feeling a hint of fear at the prospect of facing them. What could they possibly learn from a failed princess? “I had no say in this. Return me to my quarters.”
Clin looked to the nearest member of the Privictis Order as if seeking assistance. The young woman stood gracefully, her dark brown hair fluttering gently in the breeze. Even she was known to the princess, her father’s favorite of her mate’s new Order. Clin had been forced to take her as his pseudo second in command, this Hazia.
“Your majesty, these are fresh recruits summoned from across The Empire. They’ve only just arrived and pledged themselves, hardly able to conjure so much as a flicker of power,” Hazia explained before gesturing to another kneeling girl. “Isn’t that right, recruit Izria?”
The girl froze, only able to address the princess with lowered eyes. “She speaks the truth, your majesty. I may summon a flame hardly more than that of a candle, yet anything more proves…difficult.”
Cendra’s anger seemed to dampen as she studied the girl in surprise. “The flame of a candle? That’s all?” Finally, her silver eyes granted the crowd her attention. “Is this true for the rest of you?”
Many nodded as Hazia grinned. “We’d all be honored to witness a demonstration of your power, your majesty.”
She hesitated, meeting the faces of each expectant observer. They watched eagerly, allowing her to sense their excitement. The urge to flee slowly lessened until she finally held her hands outstretched, focusing. Flames erupted in her palms like fiery vortexes, raging wildly. The recruits momentarily forgot themselves, crying out in amazement.
“Magnificent!” Hazia exclaimed in genuine awe. Clin nearly commanded them back into their orderly kneeling positions, yet stopped when he saw the faintest hint of a smile upon Cendra’s lips. Instead. He allowed them a moment of freedom as they all broke into loud conversations brimming with wonder.
Irith stepped closer as Cendra lowered her hands. “The first recruits of this Order received basic guidance from your father on how to coax forth their power, yet much of his focus was rightfully saved for the war. This group would benefit greatly from studying beneath an imperial princess directly. If you have the time, that is.”
Cendra watched them laugh with excitement to themselves. They stopped when they heard her voice. “I must correct what your companion said earlier.” She gestured to the one they called Izria. “You do not merely summon your power. You manifest it, for it’s an extension of your own soul. Children of The God Emperor should understand the basics of their blood.”
“Their faults are my own, for my knowledge is limited,” Clin said with a knowing smile. “We’ll meet here every morning. Should you choose to attend, we’ll welcome you with open arms.”
A nervous tingle ran through her, yet Cendra couldn’t help but allow a small smirk to creep onto her pretty face. “Your task ahead shall be quite burdensome if they know so little. I suppose…it wouldn’t be too much of an obligation to attend one or two training sessions.”
***
When the sun dipped below the horizon, Irith found herself walking with a satisfied smile as she returned to Visti Castle. Her hips swayed with smooth motions as she passed the many guards, pleased with herself. Finally, she had found something that seemed to pull Cendra from her despair. There was much to do, yet Irith wouldn’t fail her mate’s firstborn. Now, she’d tend to another of their children.
Memories of the previous night trickled through her head as she gracefully climbed the many steps winding through the opulent blue structure. She savored the image of Nafalya’s gorgeous form, remembering her smell, her taste. A dampness grew between her smooth thighs as she walked, knowing what awaited her daughter this night.
Only the thought of Arinax diminished her cravings. Tonight, she’d seal her familial bond with Dominax and their daughter. A wonderful occasion was within her reach, yet still she couldn’t forget her son’s fear. If his father continued to insist upon his cruel training…
A storm approached in the distance, yet tonight, she’d enjoy the calm. She hid her concerned frown as she reached the doors to the royal bedchambers, dismissing the guards for the night. None could be within earshot.
Pushing open the doors, she stepped into the dark room. She considered how best to prepare the chamber, moving to light several candles scattered about the room. When she felt a hand lightly touch her shoulder, she spun around in surprise, readying to defend herself.
“Nafalya?” she muttered in shock, seeing her daughter step from the shadows. “Where did you…”
“I saw no reason to wait until I’m summoned like a servant. If I’m to become a woman tonight, I like to be prepared.” The princess clasped her hands behind her back with a smirk, standing as if waiting for approval. Candlelight caressed her soft skin, bare aside from a tiny black loincloth. When she found her mother eying the revealing garment, Nafalya shrugged. “An appropriate outfit for tonight, no? The Sage from which I borrowed it shall simply have to find a spare or conduct her duties while naked tomorrow. Something tells me she won’t mind either way.”
“What of the guards? If they saw you come here wearing only that, we…” Irith’s words ceased as she saw her daughter’s disappointed frown. A glance at a nearby open window she hadn’t noticed calmed her misgivings. She took a breath, allowing a tingle of excitement to replace her worries. “Our little secret then. Your father shall arrive soon. If you hold any doubt, tell me now, and we shall stop this.”
Once more Nafalya smirked. “Doubt? How you underestimate me, mother.” She stepped closer. “As you said last night, blood seeks blood. I’ll leave only after I receive what I seek.”
Pride burned in Irith’s chest, cupping her daughter’s pretty cheek. She leaned closer, pressing her lips to hers. Never did she want to forget her sweet taste, an echo of Dominax and herself.
Unable to contain her temptation, she touched her daughter’s wide hips, pulling her closer. Nafalya offered no resistance, mirroring her mother. When their lips finally parted, the princess whispered into her ear. “He approaches.”
Confirming her words, the click of a lock echoed a moment later. The doors began to open, revealing The God Emperor. He stepped inside, his crown towering atop his head. His silver eyes glowed in the flickering light, falling upon his prey.
Nafalya straightened, meeting his curious smirk with one of her own. She turned to face him fully, once more clasping her hands as she subtly pushed out her bare chest. Her moment had arrived.
“My love,” Irith welcomed him, walking over to kiss his cheek as he removed his crown. She met him with knowing eyes, both having long awaited this moment. “Your daughter awaits. We’re all in…agreement of what’s to come.”
He granted Irith his crown, slowly approaching Nafalya as he began to unclasp his armor. “So we are. I was very pleased to learn you accepted my proposal, child.”
“A dynasty must stand united, father,” she replied, daring to meet his piercing gaze. A tingle ran through her as she stood beneath his judgment, seeing his obvious approval. When his fingers touched her skin, she allowed her lips to lightly part with desire.
“Well said. There is much I have planned for you.” He cupped her exposed breasts softly, feeling their perky shape for the first time. Assessing their healthy weight, he grinned insidiously. “I’ve watched over your progress with great interest for quite a while now. You’ve grown into a young woman of many talents.”
Her silver eyes fluttered as his thumbs caressed her nipples, already firm with arousal. “Talents I’d see used in your service. You may find that I’m more useful than my sisters. Oh, I love them both as you do, yet some deeds are better left in hands more…discreet.”
Her words were a risk, and they brought a disapproving expression to his gaze. “You’ll have opportunities to prove yourself, though don’t overstep.” His frown eased when he saw she had accepted his words easily. As Irith removed the last of his armor, Dominax caressed his daughter’s chin. “Tonight, you’ll join a bond your elder sisters have already shared in. You know why we’re here. You know the consequences of our deeds tonight. You cannot undo what’s to come.”
Nafalya pursed her lips, missing his touch the moment his hands moved from her breasts. As they slid down her sides, holding her feminine hips, she met him with deadly eyes. “Tonight is a gift no superior being would wish to undo. I’m ready, father.”
Pleased, he stepped back, allowing Irith to take their daughter’s hand. He offered no further warnings. He commanded no discretion. Nafalya required no lesson in secrecy. She noted her father’s trust in her, feeling herself moistening between her legs.
Irith led her to the bed, granting her a final kiss. “I’ll be with you throughout the night, my sweet girl. You shall never be alone in this.”
Nafalya watched her undress, caring little for her words. Where was the harm in solitude? She studied the older woman’s body with curiosity, for though her mother had always displayed much of her form, she now stood entirely bare for her inspection. She smirked, more than aware of why her father had bred her mother.
Mounting the bed, Irith sat against the headboard, crossing her legs. She offered a summoning hand. “Come, child.” She waited as Nafalya joined her, guiding her to lie down before her. She placed her daughter’s head in her lap, smiling seductively to her mate. “It’s time, my love.”
Agreeing, Dominax removed his one-suit before joining his girls. He chuckled, watching Nafalya’s eyes linger upon his swaying manhood with interest. He knelt between her spread legs, seeing the loincloth draped over her most intimate area.
He sensed her burning desire, seeing her chest rising and falling with breaths of anticipation. When he touched her thigh, his fingertips tingled at the feeling of her ultra soft skin. The loincloth lay before him, a final barrier between father and daughter. His advanced nose could smell her aroused scent as his finger dragged up her thigh, stopping only when it touched the thin edge of the fabric.
The loincloth clung to her, already wet with her juices as she awaited her father’s touch. Little remained concealed beneath the thin black fabric, hardening his manhood as his finger slid beneath its edge. Slowly, he pulled the loincloth away, revealing his virgin prize. Before him waited a flawless vagina, its delicate pink labia wet and ready.
A deep hunger seized him, running a finger softly over her pretty lower folds. His manhood hardened painfully, eager to enter his own offspring. “Perfection.”
Irith bit her lip, melting with anticipation. She reached down to untie the loincloth’s strings, discarding it to the floor. She caressed her naked daughter, sliding her hand to hold Nafalya’s breast. “Our girl is waiting, my love. Make her a woman.”
Running his hand over Nafalya’s flat belly, he grinned insidiously. A gorgeous female was at his mercy, fertile and sexually ripe. Every inch of her called out to him, his daughter’s body begging to breed. “Our moment arrives. Shall you claim it?”
She allowed him to sense her ambition, feeling her soul drawn to its maker. “Yes, father. I’m yours.”
Satisfied, he pressed the tip of his erection to her lower lips, feeling his daughter’s juices upon his cock. No longer could he delay. No longer could he savor the moment without falling into madness. He met her eyes, silver gazing into silver as he pushed forward.
Irith moved to take Nafalya’s hands in hers, feeling her daughter squeezing tightly as she cried out. Looking down, the girl’s head in her lap, she watched the face of her child fill with pleasure. As Nafalya became a woman, Irith gasped, feeling a consuming love flowing through her at the sight.
Dominax groaned as he slid inside, feeling euphoria erupting up his manhood. Never could he forget the sensation of entering one of his own daughters, more than pleased to learn that Nafalya’s loins matched the exquisite feeling of her sisters. His cock felt as though he were penetrating a goddess, her tight embrace more intense than any ordinary woman. She was of his divine blood.
Nafalya squeezed her mother’s hands, suddenly grateful for her presence as her virginity was torn away. Where other women would scream, she merely moaned, her pain easily overcome by her pleasure as her untouched tunnel was stretched by his thick girth. When his tip pressed hard against her cervix, she threw her head back in her mother’s lap, gasping as her incestuous instincts threatened to overcome her.
Never was a father’s cock intended to slide so deeply into his daughter’s vagina, yet Dominax held her hips tightly. Most beings would call their act an abomination. Most beings were fools. His fingers nearly dug into her smooth skin, enthralled by their utterly taboo deed. She was his.
“My love…” Irith muttered, her accented voice nearly shaking. She could almost moan merely from seeing her mate buried so deep inside their daughter, squeezing Nafalya’s hands tighter. For a single moment, only the three of them existed, together, a true family. “Thank you…”
No longer could he resist. Holding onto her smooth thighs, he began to buck his hips, beginning gently. He knew she could endure. He sensed her deep craving, knowing she needed more. Her virgin pussy had experienced a new pleasure, and it wouldn’t be satisfied until she oozed with his seed.
Long had Nafalya trained to conceal her emotions and feelings from the senses of her siblings. Now, she displayed her pleasure openly, her soul begging her father to mate with her. The pain diminished further with every thrust, her legs spreading wider apart. She wanted more.
Irith felt Nafalya move each time Dominax pushed inside. Gradually, her grip eased as her body adapted to his intrusion, loosening until Irith released her hands. She began to caress her daughter’s pretty face lovingly, obsessing over each flicker of emotion she saw. “Good girl. I have you safely in my arms, Nafalya. It feels…wonderful, does it not?”
Nafalya tried to chuckle through her enjoyment. Finally, she possessed her father’s full attention. This night would be their shared secret, the beginning of a deeper mutual trust. There could be no resistance between them. She allowed her moans to escape freely, a louder expression of her thoughts than she had ever cared to display. She loved his cock. That would be another of their secrets.
“Look at her, my love. Look at the beautiful girl we created together. Her body is ours…” Irith said, tracing her finger over Nafalya’s parted lips as she moaned. “She holds our blood, our lineage. Make her cum.”
The depravity of his mate made Dominax’s jaw tighten in lust, his cock tingling. For too long he had gone without the intimacy of either Cendra or Vixin. As he pushed into the vagina of his thirdborn daughter, feeling her divine tightness, he knew no ordinary woman could ever hope to compare. The intensely stimulating texture of her loins was inhuman, exquisite, delectable. Her body had been created to breed. “She is…ahh…a worthy legacy for my Concubine Empress.”
Nafalya squirmed, feeling her body clenching as her pleasure built. She remembered her first true orgasm, its symptoms still new to her. She felt them once more, growing as a strange pressure gathered within her. Every thrust was a feeling she had never before experienced, her virgin body aching for more.
Irith watched her daughter’s eyes, taking her hands again. “Yes, sweet girl. Cum. Let your daddy satisfy you, for no other feeling in your life may compare. Cum.”
Nafalya’s royal loins tingled, for her father seemed to know exactly how to please her. Countless women had fallen to his cock. Now, she was one of his girls, his lover. The sensation continued to build, her feminine form clenching until…
Irith felt her hands squeeze tightly, watching her daughter’s back arch as she orgasmed, hard. The girl she had raised to adulthood screamed in her lap, her eyes rolling back. Irith gasped, feeling a powerful motherly love overtake her at such a beautiful sight.
With her breath seized in her throat, Nafalya felt as though a burning white explosion was ripping through her, a feeling more intense than she had ever endured. Her vagina squeezed around her father’s cock, his movements only prolonging her climax. When she finally broke from her pleasure, she gasped for breath, peering up at her mother with wide eyes.
Irith smiled, feeling her own wetness soaking between her thighs. “Good girl. Few women can endure your father’s skill for long. You’ve felt what I’ve enjoyed countless times in our private moments. Now, you’re his as well.”
A deep sensitivity pulsed through Nafalya’s body, feeling the aftermath of her climax. The knowledge that her mother had orgasmed from the same cock that was now inside her made her moan deeper, delighting in the taboo knowledge. She allowed Dominax to sense her love, her bliss, her arousal, urging him to continue. “Y…yes…my body…is yours…father,” she managed to say, keeping her voice smooth and seductive despite her lingering ecstasy. “My blade…is under your command, forever at your side…”
Hardly could Irith contain herself, feeling a burning lust between her thighs. Her mate was breeding another woman. Her mate was breeding their daughter. Both of her strongest desires were occurring before her eyes, driving her wild. When she could endure no more, she gently lifted Nafalya’s head and moved, sliding down to lie beside her. Like a mother seeking to feed her offspring, she couldn’t help but press her breast to her daughter’s lips, gasping when the princess playfully offered her tongue.
Nafalya couldn’t forgo such a taboo opportunity, chuckling before licking her mother’s pink nipple. She moved to suckle, playfully flicking her tongue back and forth within her occupied mouth until her mother moaned.
“Ooohhh…cum inside of her…my love!” Irith begged, running her hand over their daughter’s belly. “I…want a grandchild of my blood! I want to watch our daughter swell with your child!”
The princess could only moan against her mother’s breast, turning away briefly to speak. “I know…many things, father. My sisters…ahh…birthed your children. It’d be a curious thing to neglect me in such a way,” she chuckled, teasing Irith with her tongue before continuing. “Oh, I listened to your…ahh…many speeches regarding the importance…ahh…of bloodlines. You didn’t notice your quiet little princess, yet I listened…” she explained before moaning, hearing each wet slap of his thrusts. “I…want a child, father. I want…your child…”
Dominax watched Irith massage their daughter’s stomach, sensing her ample fertility. She was a Vaid, well aware of her nature. She craved to spread her bloodline, as did her father. When she met him with a smirk, he grinned with satisfaction, for she was every bit his daughter as her sisters. “You know the fate…of such a child.”
“Send it away.” Nafalya waved her hand dismissively before touching her mother’s other round breast. “I shall bear…many more. I know you plan to breed me…ahh…with Grand Master Hesin. Before I take his seed, I’d…have my firstborn be one of pure blood…” She fondled her mother, her inexperienced fingers doing their best to replicate the movements that had pleasured her own breasts during solitary nights. “Cum inside me, father…”
The words forced Irith to moan, feeling her hand lightly tremble atop her daughter’s belly. She felt her body moving in reaction to Dominax’s rhythm. She felt each twitch, each clenching and unclenching of her flat abs. “Ooohh yes…my love, give her a baby. Look upon her. See the gorgeous girl you sired. She wants your seed…”
Nafalya guided her mother closer, her unskilled tongue working hard. She noted each reaction, memorizing what succeeded in coaxing a moan, and feeling no frustration when her lapping failed to please her. She adapted, learning quickly, improving her skill with each moment. Whenever her tongue paused to savor her own enjoyment, her fondling fingers continued as she moaned herself.
The sensitivity of her orgasm lingered, flavoring each thrust with bursts of tingling pleasure. She felt the symptoms building once more, feeling her body preparing. Could she endure a second orgasm on the same night? Never had she managed even one before receiving her mother’s assistance. Her question was answered when she cried out, shaking in bliss.
As her daughter climaxed, Irith’s hand explored her offspring, sliding down Nafalya’s side and caressing her quivering thigh. She felt the trained muscle of her feminine leg beneath her fingertips, knowing every inch of her was driving her mate wild with desire. His nature urged him to breed, and his own daughter would not escape his lust.
Eyes fluttering, Nafalya recovered slowly, her body feeling weak yet sensual in the afterglow. She savored every tiny pulse of pleasure. For a moment, she was grateful she had learned self-discipline before tasting such sensations. Had she been able to orgasm from her own touch, she wasn’t entirely certain she would’ve been able to stop herself from wasting hours each day, cumming whenever she was alone.
Every burst of pleasure she sensed from her father was nearly as satisfying as the feeling of his cock within her, knowing her body was pleasing him. Soon, he’d put his child in her belly. Soon, she’d have his trust.
“Look upon our girl, my love,” Irith said, sneaking her hand to cup Nafalya’s breast in return. “How flawless she is…” She lightly rubbed her hardened nipple, making the princess squirm. “These shall feed…ahh…our grandchildren without issue. Oh…my fertile little girl…”
The aroused love within Irith’s voice amused Nafalya, making her chuckle as she lightly nibbled at the pink bud in her mouth. She moaned, feeling her father thrusting harder, deeper, sensing his mind enraptured by a primal arousal for his own offspring.
As his natural instincts overcame him, Dominax firmly guided Irith to move away before he mounted Nafalya fully, his body lying atop hers. He pressed her into the sheets, making slow, hard thrusts as deeply as he could.
Irith watched her daughter moan as she was dominated by her father, a wide grin upon her pretty face. She knelt beside the pair of incestuous lovers, gasping at how sensitive she had grown when her fingers found their way between her own legs, sliding into her soaking womanhood. She began to pleasure herself, hand moving frantically as she watched with delectable jealousy.
Nafalya sensed her, tasting her mother’s arousal and envy with a satisfied grin. Every thrust slammed into her deepest depths, a potent cock knocking against her womb. Did her mother want to be replaced? She could only moan with amusement, stealing Irith’s mate for the night.
“Breed her…my love…” Irith begged as her fingers slid in and out of herself. Her other hand moved to her breast, missing Nafalya’s touch. “Impregnate our beautiful girl…please!”
He nearly growled as he claimed his own offspring, his cock buried deep within her desirable body. His fingers ran through her long silky hair, as dark as his once was. She gasped as he lightly tugged a handful, pulling her closer as he nibbled at her neck. He smelled her, his advanced nose recognizing the scent of his own child. She was the daughter of Dominax. She was his blood.
“Father…breed me…” she whispered through her pleasure, delighting in his close presence. Long had she watched him from afar. Now, he was the first to explore her deepest depths. Though she was quick to strike down whatever sentimental emotion prodded its head at the thought, she focused upon her goal, knowing she was claiming a place at his side. “My womb shall serve…ahh…our shared bloodline…as my blade serves…your designs…”
“So be it…child…” he replied, utterly pleased by the ambition in her tone. Holding her close, he continued to thrust, pounding into her until he sensed her approaching climax build and burst.
Watching her daughter quiver as she was roughly fucked, Irith felt her legs tremble. Her hand flicked back and forth, rubbing her clit as her juices dripped heavily down her thighs. “She’s ready! Make her…a mommy!”
Dominax slammed into Nafalya as she gradually recovered from her finish, seeing her eyes roll back as she was lost in bliss. When they finally focused enough to meet his gaze, he grinned, never slowing his movements. “Many kings of Harin…ahh…slept upon this bed. Never could they have imagined…the deepest of their taboos would be committed…ahh…where they so often dreamed. A Vaid shall mate with a Vaid…ahh…for such is the truth of us. Such is our nature…child, as you well know…”
Silver gazed into silver, father and daughter, lover meeting lover. He watched her, seeing the challenge in her pleasured gaze. He sensed her soul, her blood, her lineage, feeling their connection. She was his daughter, his offspring, and he held her tightly as he pushed deep, cumming inside of her.
Irith grabbed Nafalya’s hand, allowing the other to continue sliding her fingers in and out of her own drenched vagina. She felt her daughter squeeze hard as she was inseminated, feeling a deep euphoria as her fertile girl accepted the seed of her father. When Nafalya found her final orgasm, Irith joined her.
Nafalya nearly felt as though she’d shatter. Her father’s warmth poured into her, gushing and oozing from her inexperienced lower lips. With his tip pressed firmly against her cervix, there was no other possible outcome but the pregnancy she craved. Her climax continued to seize her for longer than her previous three, consuming her mind, as if rewarding her natural instincts to breed. The smooth voiced, well trained, quiet girl melted away, leaving little more than a trembling daughter accepting her father’s baby.
Irith collapsed onto her back upon the wet sheets as the nearby pair breathed deeply, continuing to rub herself until she cried out once more. Her arousal seemed unquenchable, fueled by the images of what had occurred as they ran repeatedly through her mind. Her fingers moved frantically, bringing her to the brink of her limit until she clenched her thighs together, cumming hard as she convulsed upon the bed. When it finally ended, she fell limp, her heavy breaths matching her kin.
Dominax remained pressed deep inside his daughter, his most natural state. When he forced himself to pull out, his seed poured from her well used vagina, her labia quivering. He rolled onto his back, basking in the afterglow.
Nafalya pressed closer, settling against his side. Her hand slid between her clenched thighs, attempting to hold his remaining seed within her. A deep ache inside her loins eased into a subtle throbbing, utterly satisfied. She placed her head upon his chest, closing her eyes with a tired smirk as she enjoyed her victory.
Claiming her place at her mate’s other side, Irith reached over to caress her daughter’s cheek. “I’m proud of you…my sweet girl. You’re going to be…a mother…”
***
The night passed without their notice, a trio resting in each other’s arms. Nafalya opened her eyes occasionally, seeing her father’s gaze studying her exposed form. The God Emperor rarely had need of sleep these days, yet she wasn’t so lucky.
Beyond the windows, the darkness of the night concealed a world she had spared no thought to, for she focused solely upon her recovering body. Her hand had settled onto her belly, just above her fertile womb. She waited patiently when she was awake and dreamt of her father’s seed traveling within her when she slept.
When a strange sensation prodded at her, she opened her silver eyes. It was a sense of anticipation, a calling towards her womb. She focused, concentrating, hoping to feel the moment of conception. Without warning, she cried out, feeling pleasure erupt through her entire body until she trembled in a final climax. She had felt it. As her father’s sperm met her ovum, she sensed the mixing of their blood, a piece of her soul joining his to conceive an entirely new being within her. A groan louder than she had ever uttered eased from her throat, eyes rolling back.
Her parents held her, knowing what had occurred. Dominax placed his hand atop hers, sensing the conception himself. A hungry grin tore across his face, his silver eyes glowing.
Nafalya took a long breath, her body finally relaxing as she settled in her father’s arms. She was pregnant with his child. “How…curious…” she chuckled, feeling her thighs rub together with renewed lust. “I suppose I’m a mother now.”
Irith kissed their daughter, overjoyed. When Dominax’s hand glided down between Nafalya’s thighs, sliding a finger inside, she knew what would come next.
Nafalya found his erection, hardened fully. When she spread her legs, feeling their loins meet, she gasped as he entered her once more. Such was her rightful place.
5th of Fonic, 17 AVE.
Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.
“Do you like her?” Vixin asked. She stood beside Yisi outside Domani’s western wall. The city’s defenses loomed above then, dwarfing the tiny stable resting against its foundations. Newly constructed by her orders, the small building held none of the younger woman’s attention, for she stared at the nearby beast in an awed silence.
Before them stood a lixidion, slender and agile as compared to the monstrosities the legion rode to war. Scales of a dark purple shade colored the creature as its long reptilian body slowly curled to observe them. Rows of sharp teeth waited within its calm mouth, well trained and cared for.
When she remembered the princess’s question, Yisi finally nodded, never taking her curious eyes from the animal. “She’s…beautiful. Is she yours?”
Vixin shook her head. “Unfortunately, I’ve never been much of a rider. Her owner is someone very dear to me, however. I’ve come to ask if I may accompany her on her first ride.”
Daring to pull her attention from the beast, Yisi saw no one else. “Where is she?” She waited for a response, seeing the princess’s excited gaze. As her meaning slowly fell into place, the younger woman’s eyes went wide.
“Well? May I join you?” Vixin smiled at the girl’s shock. “I could think of no better gift to celebrate your newfound maturity. You’re a woman now, Yisi.”
For once, the ever so serious girl appeared as though she’d faint. She took a reluctant step towards the beast as if in a dream, only to retreat as she awoke. “I don’t deserve such a gift.”
Vixin touched her back, urging her forwards. “Nonsense.” She guided her several steps before Yisi could no longer hold back. She approached the beast. Her hand reached out, pausing. She turned her head as if seeking permission. When the princess nodded, she carefully touched its purple scales. Her lips parted in awe as the creature reacted, moving its reptilian head gently.
A chuckle escaped Vixin as she watched, standing just behind. However wonderful it was to see the girl’s curiosity, her silver eyes couldn’t help but sneak down. She had provided Yisi with a black one-suit for the day, knowing their gift would entail riding a mount. The skintight fabric clung to her feminine curves, displaying her gorgeous body. Vixin’s eyes traced over her round rear, biting her lip. Yisi had certainly reached the age of maturity.
When Yisi turned around, she hesitated before wrapping her arms around the princess in a tight embrace. “Thank you,” she whispered, and as she quickly pulled away, she allowed a rare smile.
“You no longer require my care, yet you’ll always have a place at my side.” Vixin gently held the younger woman’s shoulders, her hands near the edge of her one-suit’s neckline. The fabric was opened just enough to reveal the valley between her breasts. They had grown into small yet perky mounds, perfectly round for their size. “This entire stable is yours, Yisi. You may come and go as you like. As I always say, blood matters. Now, shall we test your gift?”
An eagerness Yisi had never before displayed played across her pretty features. The princess took her hand, assisting her to mount the exquisitely detailed saddle. She took her place behind the younger girl, wearing a one-suit of her own for comfort.
“Now, although I’m no rider, I’ve been instructed on how to handle such beasts. This one shall respond to a simple flick of your-” Vixin’s lips parted in surprise as Yisi claimed the reins and flicked hard, inciting the beast to rush forward. She wrapped her arms around the younger girl, holding on tightly.
Yisi pulled the reins, guiding the lixidion to the right. She led it alongside a small stream, handling it with a firm command. Vixin loudly granted her advice whenever she made a mistake, yet the girl took quickly to her new mount.
As they reached the tree line, Vixin finally allowed herself to relax, for Yisi maneuvered the lixidion onto a small road cutting through the rainforest. She watched her natural skill with pride, gradually easing her embrace. Slowly, she moved her hands to the younger woman’s hips.
Yisi appeared lost to the world, focused entirely upon the path ahead. To Vixin’s great surprise and relief, she saw that her rare smile persisted, only growing wider with each passing moment. The lixidion hurled itself in long strides down the road, easily maneuvering over fallen trees and scattered stones. Her quiet girl had grown as wild as the beast below them, flicking her reins to go as fast as she could. She was free.
Vixin pushed herself closer, focusing on the rump between her thighs. She savored the feeling of her hips beneath her touch, unable to conceal an aroused blush. Never had she doubted that Yisi would grow into the gorgeous beauty she had become. They rode together, two daughters of The God Emperor, legitimate and a bastard.
After an hour, Vixin pressed her lips to her companion’s ear. “Best to head back now. We don’t want to push your new mount too hard.”
Though more than eager to explore further, and knowing the lixidion could travel for far longer, Yisi reluctantly obeyed. Turning around, they began their long journey back.
When they arrived outside Domani, Vixin remembered why she refrained from riding, feeling sore from Yisi’s wild dash. She offered an assisting hand after dismounting, though the girl merely jumped from the saddle as though she had done so many times. Excitement tingled in her eyes, her grin almost appearing unnatural on a face that had rarely shown one.
Brimming with exhilaration, Yisi didn’t hesitate as she embraced the princess once more, squeezing her tighter than she had ever dared. Vixin held her, delighting in her joy. Caught up in the moment, she pressed her lips to hers, closing her eyes.
When she realized what she had done, she pulled back quickly, seeing the shock upon the younger woman’s face. Vixin covered her lips, silver eyes wide. “I’m…sorry. I shouldn’t…have done that…”
A silence lingered between them, feeling like an eternity. Though Yisi’s excitement had shattered, her curious eyes remained upon her once more serious face. She appeared to hesitate, finally pushing through her reluctance as she closed the gap between them once more. Slowly, her lips met Vixin’s.
Closing her silver eyes, her fingers glided through the silky black hair of her companion as Vixin held the back of Yisi’s head gently. She tasted her, savoring the natural lure she felt towards their shared blood.
When Yisi finally pulled away, she pressed her forehead to Vixin’s with a warm breath. She whispered, her voice sounding pained. “We’re…your father is…he’s my…” She grimaced, clenching her eyes tightly shut. “We’re sisters…”
The words brought both pain and arousal to Vixin, making her blush deeper. She pulled the younger woman into another embrace, holding her head to her shoulder. “I know. I’m sorry, Yisi. This…was far too soon.”
“Soon?” Yisi offered no resistance.
Vixin slowly released her, cupping her pretty cheek as their eyes met. “There is much you must learn about our family. I…apologize, for I shouldn’t have spoiled the day. Come. We’ll speak of this another time.”
As the long shadow of the nearby wall fell upon Yisi’s new stable, they led the lixidion inside. They proceeded in a silence that threatened to consume them both. Yet, as they began to walk towards Domani’s gates, Yisi gently took Vixin’s hand in hers. When the princess offered a relieved smile, they shared no words.
Yisi touched her own lips, concealing a smile of her own.
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