Vaid Empire: Conquest
Chapter 92
50th of Onis, 19 AVE.
Kingdom of Lian, Near Northern Border.
Every grueling step came with the thundering slaps of wet mud as the legion marched. Riding at her father’s side, Vixin fanned herself as the oppressive humidity clung to her skin.
Atop Yisi’s purple lixidion, she held her lover’s hips as their mount swayed. Having endured the voyage inside one of the cargo holds of the fleet, the reptilian beast fared far better when faced with the overgrown jungle than she had expected. The God Emperor led the legion upon his own overgrown white mount while its claws tore through vibrant plants and constricting vines. Having adapted to their native rainforest, the consuming jungle was a challenge they met with eager grins of sharp teeth.
The legion, however, grew wearier with every mile and every day. Their white armor was soaked in mud. Dirty white cloaks dragged along the ground. White swords hacked at branches and foul creatures. They marched in silence, offering no complaint despite their misery. Hard men pressed onward. Resilient women endured. The full might of The Empire trudged towards Praith, offering no mercy but their blades and spears.
Vixin peered at Cendra nearby. Her sister had been offered a mount of her own, yet she and Clin had chosen to walk with their Knights. When she noticed her gaze, stern lips offered the smallest hint of a smile. It was a subtle thing, a fragile offer, lingering with hope. Vixin returned a smile of her own.
The sounds of a waterfall echoed nearby as the legion halted to a stop at The God Emperor’s command. Ahead, she saw a shallow stream flowing gently between the trees. At his signal, organized formations dissolved as they were permitted to rest and refill their waterskins.
Vixin dismounted gracefully, grimacing as she touched the muddy ground. She walked to the water, waiting as Yisi led the lixidion by its reins. The girl allowed the beast to drink as Vixin tested the fresh stream, stepping carefully. She let the mud wash from her soft skin as she waded deeper until the water reached her knees, using her hands to wipe her bare thighs. Clean once more, she sighed in relief.
“Easy, Kixsi. Drink,” Yisi commanded as the lixidion pulled away. Her hands guided its mouth back into the stream, caring little about the sharp teeth mere inches from her fingers. “Good girl.”
“Only a few more days of this, if Anthara is to be believed,” Vixin said, watching legionaries lining the stream. Some knelt to fill their waterskins. Some cupped their hands and washed their faces with cool water. Some talked, and others chuckled as they savored their short rest. Knowing better than to crowd around their princess, however, they offered a wide berth to grant her space. Even still, she lowered her voice. “How do you feel?”
Yisi shrugged. “I’m fortunate to ride. Most are not.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Vixin touched her lover’s midriff. “How do you…feel?”
She looked down at the caressing hand with tight lips. “The same, I think.”
Vixin frowned. “Don’t grow cold on me now.”
The girl touched her hand, blushing. “I feel…occasional flickers. Sometimes I feel something inside me, or someone, as if there’s a stranger I can’t see.”
“That’ll become a comfort in time, sweet girl. It’s been mere days.”
Yisi squinted, glancing in the distance as Dominax strolled with Irith through the legion. “Yet already his attention falls elsewhere.”
“You know he’s a busy man,” Vixin replied. When she saw hints of agony disturb Yisi’s tight lips, she pulled her closer. “His love is…complex, but no less real. Give him time. After all, you were selected as a key component in his plans above countless of our siblings. That’s his love, Yisi.”
“Yes, I became his pawn.”
Vixin grimaced. “Truthfully, I had hoped his distance would please you.”
“It does. Yet it doesn’t.” Yisi shrugged with frustration. “I don’t understand. We should simply mount Kixsi and ride until none may ever find us. There’s still time, you know.”
“We can’t. I told you before.” Vixin smiled, holding the girl’s hips as she felt the water running past her ankles. Something squawked in the distance, mixing with the sounds of the waterfall upstream. “Besides, our fates are sealed. We’ll share descendants one day.”
She looked away with a bitter sneer. “Descendants chained to a throne. It’d be merciful if we fled.”
“Your daughter might disagree.”
“My daughter.” Yisi bit her lip as if the word was sour. “His plans are madness.”
A sweet chuckle oozed from Vixin’s pretty lips, smooth, intoxicating. “It’s no worse than what we did, is it? Sister with sister, father with daughter.”
“Yet I…” She swallowed, peering around. “I felt…safe, Vixin.” The truth felt like a blade in her throat. “If I must bear this thing growing inside me, I don’t want that feeling to be a rarity for her.”
Vixin caressed her cheek gently. “I promise it won’t. Just as Jin has us, so too shall your child be in our care. Father or not, she’ll thrive.”
Damp eyes softened as Yisi shrugged. “So she will.”
“Besides, we’ll enjoy our pregnancies together,” Vixin said before glancing downstream, seeing Kunir washing his cloak in the distance as she touched her belly. When something slippery brushed against her leg, however, she departed the water with a disgusted scowl. “Though for now, I’ll be content only when we’re free of this vile place.”
Yisi caressed the purple scales of her mount as she led it from the stream in silence, following her princess. After securing the reins to a tree beside the massive white lixidion of The God Emperor, she watched Dominax approach Cendra and greet her with a kiss. “He’s human sometimes,” she whispered to Vixin, hearing the envy in her own tone.
“As much as he can be,” the princess replied.
10th of Twic, 19 AVE.
Kingdom of Vaidrin, Omrin.
Salik stared out at the bustling streets outside the safehouse. Even here, near the walls of the city, he couldn’t escape the noise of Omrin.
Sunlight poured through the window. It nearly brushed the tips of his boots, yet he stepped back. Concealed in the darkness of the room, he knew a single glance from a curious human down below would be their destruction.
Had he not known of the dozen agents of Shai occupying the house, he would’ve felt alone. Making no noise, the Dril and Lanthians of their group slept, preparing for the night, while human and Arkos agents occasionally blended into the crowds of the marketplace to search for targets.
Salik had been so close. Forbidden by The Potentate to infiltrate Domani, Omrin had been the closest major city available. A thriving metropolis of endless traders, merchants, and new families, there had been no end to their leads of potential Vaidspawn. Sons and daughters of The God Emperor, the many his group had kidnapped were but a small sample of those they had observed.
“So close,” he thought to himself. Omrin was roughly seventy miles from Domani. He could walk for days upon The Empire’s newest roads without arriving. Even still, The God Emperor had never been nearer. Now, however, he was hundreds of miles away, surrounded by his legion in a land Salik could hardly imagine.
The mask in Salik’s hand stared back with empty holes for eyes, demanding its destiny. His lips tightened.
A creak from behind made his pointed ears twitch. He recognized Ynisa’s steps, half-trained and careful.
“New orders from The Potentate,” she said when he offered no greeting.
Turning, he saw one hand holding a message cylinder, while the other held the first signs of her long pregnancy. He claimed the cylinder silently. Dril orders arrived in human writing, it seemed, minimizing the smallest possibility of suspicion.
“We’re leaving.” She looked down. “The Potentate is satisfied with the number of recruits we’ve brought him. Now…”
“Follow the human God Emperor into Lanthian lands. Report his progress and take any action necessary to cease his invasion that does not compromise The Domain,” Salik read to himself in silence. The words offered little warmth nor concern, as always. “Additional supplies and agents shall be placed under your command. Bring an end to our doom.”
Salik’s grip tightened. His heart quickened.
“I’ll make the necessary arrangements immediately,” Ynisa said before her tone softened. “Afterwards, perhaps we could celebrate by-”
“See to your duties,” he cut her off without glancing her way.
Opening her mouth in protest, she stopped, nodding instead. He was alone once more a moment later.
Peering out of the window, he put on his mask, closing his eyes.
Finally, he’d fulfill his purpose. Finally, he’d have a chance to rectify the mistake of his birth.
Finally, he’d put an end to The God Emperor.
13th of Twic, 19 AVE.
Kingdom of Lian, Near Praith.
“There. Straight ahead. Do you see it now, my love?” Anthara asked.
The clamor of legionaries preparing their camp for the night echoed around the Lanthian pair as a pointed finger guided Lalian’s gaze. Far through the trees, he saw the first hints of light in the distance high above the jungle floor. “I…do.”
A hint of sadness touched her lips at the sight of Praith, if only a peek. Settling a safe distance away, if they could ever consider themselves safe in such a place, the royals gathered in the command tent behind the pair.
“King Galis, welcome,” Vixin greeted the young man, ushering him inside. The quiet king granted her a quick nod of respect.
“It’s time. That’s the last of them,” Anthara said as she took Lalian’s hand. They returned to the command tent, its fabric walls now reinforced with the shields of dozens of legionaries. They had created a perimeter of archers to protect the sky around the sea of tents that made up their endless camp. Now that their enemy could fly above the camp’s heart, however, adjustments were required.
Inside, they joined the others around the table. Guards flinched at their entrance, the fight in their eyes dying an instant later with recognition.
The orb inside the hilt of The Sword of Order glowed as the image of the surrounding landscape was projected above the table. The God Emperor studied his advisors, his children, his vassals, gesturing to the map. “Praith stands before us. Two empires shall watch our actions tomorrow.”
Prince Fonax, commanding Domexia and Spirexia’s combined forces while his father and Quinla served upon the regency council in Domani, stroked his chin in thought. “We’ve come prepared, yet the fact remains that no human has attempted to besiege a Lanthian city. A walled village is quite a different beast than one held in the clouds.” His pondering lips pulled into a smirk. “Quite a fine challenge.”
Lalian cleared his throat nervously. “Several large-scale raids from the Arkos kingdoms of Wonakaros and Narok have successfully claimed Lanthian cities in the past, albeit only for short periods. The task ahead is possible, y…your majesty.”
“They use their claws to climb the trunks of trees.” Anthara shook her head. “Humans lack such an advantage.”
King Galis listened quietly at Fonax’s side, eyes cast downward.
Salduin spoke up, supporting Jinilya’s small frame with one massive arm as the girl giggled. “We have ropes, ladders, and more arrows than The Creator himself could conjure.” He gestured to Kunir at Clin’s side. “Above all, we have the blood of The God Emperor. Never forget that we possess advantages of our own.”
“We could avoid climbing altogether. It’d be a simple thing to burn the base of each tree supporting the city until they surrender,” Hesin added. “No matter how tall they stand, their foundation remains flammable.”
Clin stepped forward. “We’re not here to burn cities to the ground.”
“Our men are ready to die for the glory of The Empire. They will, too, if you send them up ladders and ropes.” Hesin didn’t bother to look at the blond man. “Better to burn half a city than lose thousands of legionaries. Call it a mercy.”
Irith looked to her mate with concern. “Don’t believe such madness.”
Dominax eyed the map with distaste. “I cannot rule over a city of ash. If Praith must be brought down to make others kneel in fear, however, this conquest could be shortened by years. Indeed, I’d call that a mercy.”
Anthara turned to Lalian, her wide green eyes speaking a thousand words as she held her pregnant swell.
Touching Dominax’s chestplate, Irith’s smooth words came softly. “My love, there are others living atop Praith. Slaves, children, the unborn. An inferno would claim them all equally.”
Nafalya tilted her head. “Do the children of our enemy outweigh the children of our legionaries? Surely they hope to see their parents once more. That’s to say nothing of the children across The Lanthian Empire that would be spared should they surrender faster. A curious dilemma, don’t you agree, mother?”
Irith dismissed her with a disapproving frown before facing their ruler once more. “We’ll find another way.”
“Death comes to Praith when the sun rises. Either our legion suffers, or our enemies burn.” Dominax met her without mercy. “Whatever path we take, countless shall bleed.”
Biting her lip, Anthara could hold back no longer. “And if bloodshed could be avoided altogether?”
The room turned to face her. Vixin was the first to speak, offering a softer tone than the others would have granted her. “What do you speak of?”
Surrounded by humans, she felt entirely out of place as her wings folded closer against her back. With a sigh, she knew there was no alternative but destruction. “There is no finer Lanthian than a Lanthian that proves her skill. The greatest of our warriors are honored by…what is the human word?” She searched. “Ah, a tomb. They are granted tombs inside hollow chambers within the trees. You’ll find the greatest warriors of each city and village buried together.”
“To what end?” Fonax folded his arms.
“If you can find that chamber…” Anthara swallowed. “If you can threaten to destroy the bodies inside, the city shall surrender to your demands. I know where Praith’s chamber is.”
Lalian’s lips parted. “That’s…I’ve never…I didn’t know that there-”
“It’s a secret no male is offered, for the presence of a slave would only desecrate the chamber,” Anthara explained. “When a woman earns the right to be honored, we prepare her body ourselves.”
“You didn’t offer this information until now?” Clin asked, baffled. “Thousands of lives are at risk.”
She grimaced. “Forgive me. To reveal such a secret to a slave is among the most shameful betrayals a Lanthian can commit. To utter it to outsiders…” She felt her eyes growing damp. “Spare Praith of your flames. I’ll endure my shame if they may continue to breathe.”
Hesin studied her from behind his mask. “Can she be trusted?”
Nafalya peered at the green woman’s belly with a knowing smirk. “Oh yes, I believe so.”
Pondering, he turned towards The God Emperor. “A team could be sent to secure the chamber. Allow me to lead my best Truthseekers to seize it without their notice, my lord.”
“I shall join you, master,” Nafalya added without hesitation.
“No!” Irith broke into the conversation with a scowl. “We hardly know what’s up there aside from Lalian and Anthara’s descriptions. It’s far too dangerous!”
“I’ll provide detailed directions,” Anthara offered. “You can move unseen beneath the city if you’re cautious.”
Jinilya shrugged, half listening. “Grandfather should burn the winged people.”
Vixin patted her daughter disapprovingly before speaking up. “What of other cities? Are their chambers in similar locations?”
Anthara shook her head. “I know only of Praith’s and The Capital’s. If you must burn other cities, spare them at the very least.”
“This is madness.” Irith shook her head. “Nafalya cannot go.”
“You’ll find I’m more skilled than most, mother,” Nafalya countered. “The Grand Master requires my blade. After all, you asked for an alternative. It’d be unwise to spoil your only chance at a bloodless victory.”
Irith whirled upon her mate. “She isn’t ready.”
Dominax studied his daughter. A glance at Cendra reminded him of the consequences for ignoring his judgment. She had been ill-prepared and granted a command that far exceeded what she had been capable of. As he looked at Nafalya, however, he saw the deadly ease in her eyes, an assassin trained for just such a task. He nodded. It was time for his thirdborn to earn her place. “Go. Accompany Lord Hesin. Take few risks, for the jungle shall burn entirely if you are harmed.”
Irith stared at him in disbelief as Nafalya bowed her head. “You’ll have your victory, father.”
“The morning shall be spared of blood, then,” Dominax announced. “Instead, when the sun sets tomorrow, Praith shall find itself at our mercy.”
The room broke into smaller conversations before The God Emperor dismissed them for the night. As the room slowly emptied, he found himself alone with Irith.
A furious scowl was her weapon, prepared to battle her mate. “You cannot send my daughter into a hive of danger blindly.”
“Careful of your tone, my love. My tolerance of your defiance has a limit. Tell me what I can’t do again, and you’ll find yourself well beyond my mercy.” He sheathed his sword. “She won’t be blind.”
Irith eased into a simmering anger, choosing her words carefully. “Lalian’s descriptions and Anthara’s directions are hardly sufficient. She’s merely a girl.”
“We made her a woman together,” he countered.
Biting her lip, she clung to her anger. When it faltered, Irith blinked away a dampness that gathered in her blue eyes. “Dominax…she’s Nafalya.”
A quick step brought him forward, claiming her in a loose embrace as she began to weep. “She’s an imperial princess of House Vaid. She can never merely be ‘Nafalya’. You knew the danger ahead from the moment of her conception, and today, her purpose has called out to meet her. It’s time.”
Holding onto his chest plate, she peered up with a challenge as tears trickled down her cheeks. “What of Cendra’s fleet? I can’t risk her meeting the same fate.”
His hold tightened. When he spoke, his deep voice oozed harshly into her ear. “Never shall I risk our children in such a way again. I sensed Cendra’s weakness, yet I trusted your judgement rather than my own, and my firstborn nearly drowned. Cendra shall be rebuilt, granted a second chance, yet Nafalya stands ready to serve our House now. It’s time.”
“If she’s not? You know I-”
“For nineteen years we’ve survived this life together. It’s possible you know my nature better than any other living being.” His glowing gaze dampened, nearly appearing human. “Do you believe I’d send our daughter to die?”
Staring, blinking away her tears, she finally shook her head. “Of course not.”
His whisper was a low fog, drifting from his lips. “Trust me.”
Resting her head against cold metal armor, she released an agonized sigh. “I do. She better come back to me.”
***
As the royals split and returned to their own private tents after the meeting’s conclusion, Nafalya pulled Hesin through the entrance to their tent. With a hungry grin, she yanked his mask aside to meet his lips.
“What an eager little thing you are tonight,” he said as she guided him backwards until he fell atop their bed, his mask discarded to the sheets. “What drives this sudden passion of yours?”
Silver eyes offered no mercy as she unclasped his hooded cloak with quick, dexterous fingers. “You heard The God Emperor’s words. His trust in me was laid bare.” She hurried to remove his tunic, taking his hand. “Feel the result.”
His lips curled into a devious grin as she guided his hand beneath her skirt. Creeping between her thighs, curious fingertips discovered the secret between her legs, finding her utterly drenched.
“Tomorrow, I’ll serve my father’s aims. Tonight, I need to quench what he summoned.” She straddled Hesin’s bare waist, lightly rubbing against his manhood. “Quickly, master, else I’ll find my satisfaction with another.”
The threat prodded the shaft beneath her to stand upright. Wetting it in her sweet scent, brushing soaking folds against his manhood, her lips parted in a yearning moan that invited her lover inside. His hands ran up her legs, caressing the soft skin of her thighs beneath her skirt.
Lifting, she sank down on his cock with a satisfied groan, deadly eyes watching her prey. She savored every twitch of pleasure flickering across his scarred face, enrapturing her mangled lover in ecstasy each time he pushed into her tight embrace.
“You’re ready,” he muttered, a master surrendering to his apprentice. “Tomorrow, you’ll spill your first blood.”
A chuckle echoed through the tent as she rocked her hips with slow precision, milking the shaft inside her. A thought crept through her mind, a temptation, calling to her with every movement and every moment.
Even while enraptured in the touch of his princess, Hesin assessed her distraction plainly. “Something stands between us. Speak it.”
The thought became a decision, sealed with a closing of her eyes. Opening her emotions, she allowed her yearning to echo through the fabric of reality, as if offering an invitation. “This may be our last night in this world.”
A hand squeezed her rump. “We’ll spend it…ahh…well.”
“Indeed.” A scheming smirk played across her lips. “You are one of the few beings…ahh…I care to endure the presence of, yet there is another.”
Raising a brow, her secret lingered between them, requiring no words. His grip tightened upon her thighs, as if she’d slip away.
“I want him. I want you both tonight.” She caressed her breasts, finding them tender with a need for more. “The two men I value most should share my bed, for if we fall tomorrow…ahh…I’ll never know their touch again.” She smirked. “What a tragedy that would be.”
Every second inside her was a greater ecstasy than he deserved. “I’ll finish, and you may go.”
A shake of her head permitted no argument. “No, I won’t. I’ll stay right here…ahh…at your side. He senses me. I feel his mind…ahh…yearning…”
“Nafalya,” he whispered, her secret a sword hanging above his head. “If he comes here…”
A finger to her lover’s lips put an end to his worries. Words held back, she met his lonely eye with a silent calm. Teeth bared in pleasure, his expression eased into trust.
Mind offering, seeking, begging, she felt a familiar presence approaching. A ghostly hand caressed her soul, reaching out from across the fabric of reality as a beacon of power loomed outside her tent. With a victorious grin, she chuckled to herself, calling out. “Enter…father…”
The fabric entrance parted, and The God Emperor seized the tent with his presence as he stepped inside. Glowing silver eyes fell upon his moaning daughter, her hips rocking atop her lover.
“Your…ahh…majesty,” Hesin muttered, tapping her thigh in panic as if to urge her to dismount. Naked, pinned beneath his ruler’s daughter, he was forced to wait as she teasingly moved her hips before freeing him, rolling to sit at his side. He hurried to cover his manhood, his shaft coated in her royal juices. “Apologies, I didn’t-”
A raised hand silenced his excuses. “This is your tent. Nafalya is your lover. The only apology I’d require is if you weren’t satisfying my flower.”
“On any other night, his touch would be more than adequate,” Nafalya’s smooth voice replied, resting sensually on her side, short skirt concealing little. “Tonight, however…”
Dominax felt her need, crossing to caress her cheek. A glance at her slick thighs urged him closer, granting Hesin a smirk before meeting her lips.
A father tasted his offspring, and their secret was brought forth into the light. Hesin’s eye widened, suspicions becoming reality. Lips parted, familial saliva sealing their bond.
The glowing silver eyes of a hungry predator found Hesin. The God Emperor straightened to loom over his advisor. “You knew.”
He nodded, manhood twitching. “I know much about you.”
“Indeed. I know much about you in return.” Dominax ran a hand over his daughter’s feminine hip as if she was his prize. “You’ve served me well, Hesin. The secrets I’ve entrusted with you would drive a lesser man to madness. I wait, I listen, and never do I find them repeated elsewhere.”
He swallowed, watching Nafalya nearly purr at her father’s touch. “Such is my loyalty.”
“Such is your value, the proof that a worthy being rests before me. While others scurry to profit, to gossip, to scheme, gathering around my throne like whispering serpents, you remain faithful.” His finger dipped beneath her skirt, dragging the thin fabric to reveal more. “I have no doubt your discretion shall continue.”
“Always, my lord.” Hesin watched her skirt glide across soft skin. When it reached the top, she parted her legs, concealing nothing. “The man that grants my life purpose is the man I’ll never betray.”
A quick motion unfastened her belt, letting her skirt fall loosely to the sheets. “Clin knows little, and Salduin suspects much. You, however, deserve to bear witness to my deeper nature first. My daughter needs my touch, and I won’t deny her. Can you endure?”
No hesitation was offered as Hesin nodded. His manhood twitched once more as her top was removed, leaving her naked before her father. “Of course.”
Dominax smirked knowingly, beginning to undress. “A useless question, for as I said, I know much about you.” There was no need to discuss the past, to speak Tildra’s name, for a shared glance between the two men spoke of decades of trust. “You know my nature. I know yours. This night was inevitable.” His one-suit fell to the ground, bare before his advisor.
Nafalya guided Hesin to one end of the bed before retreating to the other, claiming a place before her father as he mounted the bed. “An inevitable secret we’ll share, together.” She faced her lover, kneeling, feeling her father’s hands caressing her from behind.
Hesin watched his ruler’s hands gliding over her delectable curves, feeling his cock stir at the sight. Moving his mask from the sheets to rest upon a bedside table, his true face safe from shame, his scarred lips smirked. “Yes. Please. Show me the nature of my ruler, and my mate.”
Fingers exploring, every supple inch of her was perfection, coaxing Dominax’s desires. Guiding her into his lap, he cradled his princess, his offspring, urging her legs apart. “Yes, your mate, and my child. Thank me for your gift.”
Hesin shivered with desire, his manhood quivering as Dominax’s hand ventured between her thighs. Two fingers slightly parted her tight treasure, drenched in her juices. “Thank you, my lord.”
Inhaling, Dominax took in the intoxicating scent of his daughter, her fertile need smelling sweeter than a garden of flowers. A finger ran between her lower lips, receiving a gasp as it pushed inside. “For?”
The sight was maddening, a taboo greater than Hesin had ever savored. A father’s touch explored a daughter’s need, her body offering no resistance, craving much more. “Thank you for granting me my mate.”
“You earned her,” Dominax’s deep voice seeped from behind Nafalya as he kissed her elegant neck. “Now, worship what I created.”
Nafalya’s lips parted in a smooth groan that echoed through the tent as she felt his cock press against her entrance, sliding inside. Commanding hands guided her hips, sinking her firmly into his lap. “Father…oohhh yesss…”
Hesin’s world nearly seemed to sway, to spin. His lonely eye had witnessed horrors, his hands committing vile deeds to protect The Empire. Now he witnessed a beauty he knew was forbidden, a father entering his offspring, a cock meeting the vagina it had created. Dazed, their debauchery coaxing his desire with every incestuous thrust, he reveled in the taboo act before him.
“I permitted you…ahh…to touch her,” Dominax said, allowing her to rise and fall on her own as he explored. Hands caressing her thighs, an insidious grin met his prey. “Thank me for creating…ahh…her flawless legs.”
“Thank you,” Hesin obeyed, his hand finding his own aching shaft. Beginning to stroke himself to the sight, he moved closer, kneeling before his ruler. “Thank you for her soft thighs.”
“I permitted you…ahh…to love her.” Fingers tracing over pristine skin, they ran up her legs to explore her curves. “Thank me for…ahh…her childbearing hips.”
Nafalya moaned, savoring every movement of his cock buried deeply inside her tight embrace. Her instincts celebrated with quivering pleasure, blood craving blood. If her death came tomorrow, she’d think only of the moments his cock touched her cervix as she slipped into darkness.
“Thank you…my lord…” Hesin watched The God Emperor’s touch venture to her flat belly, holding her tightly.
“I permitted you…ahh…to breed her.” Dominax heard a pleasured chuckle from her lips. His deadly silver gaze pierced Hesin’s soul. “Thank me for creating her womb!”
Enduring the gaze of the only man he respected, Hesin winced at his own pleasure, his cock tingling with every stroke. “Thank you…thank you…” He paced himself, seeking to endure for as long as he was capable, obsessing in the sight of her pleasured body.
Hands moving upward, Nafalya groaned as Dominax claimed her breasts. Each hand held round, firm flesh, young mounds that would always retain their vitality and beauty. “Thank me for creating the breasts that feed your child.”
“Thank you…” Hesin watched his ruler’s fingers tweak her pink buds, making his mate squirm. Though Atrix was safely in the care of slaves, protected near the supply train, the mere touch of her father coaxed a trickle of white liquid from Nafalya’s nipples.
Feeling his daughter’s milk dribbling over his fingers, Dominax groaned, gently biting her neck with primal lust. His offspring had bred. His child was a young, healthy mother with a baby of her own. Her perfect body was ripe for reproduction, her nurturing breasts in his grasp. His seed craved her womb, for his daughter had become a fertile female he found irresistible.
Delighted in his firm hold, Nafalya rocked her hips, grinding his cock inside her squeezing sex. Temptation urged her forward. She was permitted to escape his touch, maneuvering onto her knees. As she bent over to present her rump, he wasted no time in holding her hips, sliding himself back inside her tight body.
“Hesin…” she muttered, groaning as Dominax began to thrust forcefully. “…ahh…come to me…”
Determined fingers brushed his aside. Hesin remained kneeling, guided closer to her face. Soft royal hands stroked his shaft gently, brushing her lips against his throbbing tip.
Slowly, she took him into her mouth. Pretty lips slid up his shaft. Her tongue caressed the underside. Tasting him for the first time, she closed her eyes to focus upon every detail.
“A curious…ahh…taste,” she chuckled when she pulled it out. She licked the tip with a hungry smirk. “I know you’ll forgive…ahh…my inexperience.”
Dominax watched Hesin’s eye briefly roll back. He held Nafalya tighter, pumping his hips in slow, deep thrusts against the limit of her sex. “We were forged by the slaughter of Nitri. We know the outcome…ahh…of chaos. I’ve brought order and stability to humanity…ahh…with you in my shadow, ever watchful, ever ready to defend what we’ve built. Savor your victory. Savor…ahh…my gift.”
Enjoying every movement of her tongue, Hesin moaned. She experimented with her technique, gradually learning to please him. When he quivered in pleasure, she made note. When he offered little reaction, she attempted something new.
The sight of his ruler thrusting into his mate stirred his submission. For a moment, he focused on his shame. The next moment, he focused on their taboo incest. Both coaxed his desires. A better man satisfied Hesin’s woman. A father pleasured his own daughter. A moan spoke of the mixture battering his wounded mind, never wanting the night to end.
“The Empire…ahh…is my life,” Hesin muttered, beginning to slide his cock in and out of her mouth to match her movements. “You named this my victory…ahh…and so it is. I shall kill any who seeks to harm it.”
The God Emperor’s satisfied chuckle crept through the tent as flickering candlelight danced brightly across their bodies. He could find Hesin’s proclivities for shame distasteful, yet the man deserved his enjoyment.
Nafalya took him deeper, finding her throat to be easily accommodating. Pleased with her new skill, she sucked like a huntress consuming her prey. Her master had taught her much. His teachings had placed her in a position to earn her father’s favor and trust. She wanted to milk every last drop of his seed, to drive a being she was fond of to madness.
Dominax reached down to touch her long black hair, as dark as the night sky. Silky strands cascaded through his fingers, a reminder that she was his.
Hesin fought to endure. A battle raged within his loins. He struggled to hold back his finish, to coax his pleasure for as long as he could manage. The texture of her tongue proved too much, however, and as he listened to the wet thrusts of his ruler into his mate, he surrendered.
Hearing his whine, Nafalya was prepared long before she tasted his warmth. Intrigued, she allowed his seed to spew forth inside her mouth, swallowing the cum that had sired her son.
Emptying everything he could muster, Hesin reluctantly pulled his cock free of her exquisite lips. When she met him with a teasing smirk, his satisfied loins ached as she stuck out her tongue, sensually displaying her prize as his viscous seed dripped from the tip.
Easily enduring the squeezing ecstasy of her tight tunnel, Dominax continued without mercy. Hard thrusts slammed against her rump, knowing she could withstand much more.
“Father…oohhh…breed me…” she muttered, gripping the sheets.
Basking in the afterglow as he rested against the headboard, Hesin’s eye widened in surprise. “Nafalya…”
“I want…ahh…your seed…” she demanded, her tone for Hesin’s sake, as she knew dominance would get her very little from her father. “Cum inside me…”
“Come, then,” he commanded. Forcefully guiding her to turn around, he eased onto his back as she straddled his waist. Pulling her closer, she supported herself on all fours atop him.
Roughly holding her rear, he guided her hips up and down upon his cock, forcing himself as deep as possible each time. Her body obeyed. Her loins craved. She moaned with a yearning for his warm sperm inside her fertile body.
“Let me feel…ahh…your seed once more…” she requested, her voice remaining smooth despite her bliss. “If we fall tomorrow…it’ll matter little if there’s a baby in my belly…”
Stunned, Hesin felt his spent cock twitch once more. There was no doubt of who sired her firstborn. There was no doubt The God Emperor’s seed would impregnate her again. As his mate sought incestuous cum, he met Dominax’s gaze. A question lingered between them, wordless, the only sound emanating from their wet thrusts.
“You deserve to watch her fall pregnant,” Hesin thought to himself. “A vile man like you isn’t fit to lick her feet.”
With a shiver of lust, he nodded.
Chuckling, Dominax increased his forceful pace. As strong hands guided her hips to rise and fall rapidly, she could do little more than moan and obey.
“I shall fulfill your aims. I shall…ahh…find victory tomorrow. I shall return to your side…ahh…with Praith in my grasp, and birth your child,” Nafalya announced, her silver eyes beginning to glow. “Breed me, father…”
Pulling her to sink down fully upon his cock, his fingers dug into her rump as his seed spilled heavily inside his daughter. A rumbling groan pronounced a victory of his own, seizing what was rightfully his.
Hesin’s lips parted in awe, squeezing his limp manhood. A harsh grin claimed his mangled face as he watched his mate breed, enthralled by the display. The man he had served for decades inseminated his own daughter, his offspring, a union of biology that should have been vile. Instead, he celebrated in his own silent way, griping himself until his hold became painful.
Nafalya met her father’s lips as his warmth pumped inside. Womb aching, she accepted her gift eagerly. Silver eyes closed as she sensed their familial bond, souls connected eternally, soon to meet once more to conceive another child.
When she rose to look back at her mate, Hesin watched as she held her asscheek, lightly lifting firm yet round flesh as if trying to give him a better look. Her feminine rump jiggled subtly in her grasp, utter perfection, as he watched royal seed oozing in a slow flow from between her legs. The viscous white liquid of his ruler nearly appeared to glow in the candlelight, divine, drenching his bed.
The insidious smirk of his imperial princess was the final dagger to his heart, meeting her eyes as he bit back a whimper of lust. A night ago, he had forced her onto her back, a hand at her throat as he pushed himself between her soft thighs. Two nights ago, she had claimed her place atop his bound body, a gag silencing his moans. Back and forth they had dueled, each night bringing victory to one and defeat to the other. Tonight, however, there was no question of who was in control. Tonight, Hesin was the master of none, submissive before his leaking mistress.
Dominax caressed her flawless body, assessing her as if she was an enchanting statue. “My flower, you prove yourself once more.” Sitting up, he guided her closer to whisper into her ear. “Bring me Praith.”
She nearly moaned at his touch. “I shall bring whatever you request of me, father.” At his command, she freed his cock before easing onto her back, resting her head in Hesin’s lap. Legs parted, she ran a finger through the seed gushing from her pretty lower lips.
Watching the satisfaction of his mate, Hesin wished to cum again, yet faced his ruler with a dour expression. “I have your discretion?”
Dominax nodded. “As I’ve always had yours.”
Hesin caressed the silky black hair resting in his lap. “I’m very fond of your daughter, my lord. Praith shall not become another Kisrin. She’ll return to you safely, and on that, you have my word and the green blood of our enemy upon my dagger.”
Reaching over, Dominax and his advisor clasped each other’s forearms in a tight hold, expressions grim. When they parted, he dressed in his one-suit before stepping towards the entrance. “Savor the remainder of this night, for in the morning, we’ll prepare for the fall of Praith.”
As he departed, Nafalya rushed to her feet to follow. She wrapped herself in Hesin’s cloak. “Father, a moment.”
As she caught up to him outside the tent, he turned around expectantly. “I must tend to your mother, my flower.”
“Of course.” The light of torches held back the darkness of the jungle. As legionaries passed by, she pulled the cloak tighter around her bare body, feeling his seed leaking heavily down her legs. Her voice was hardly more than a whisper, safe from their ears. “My firstborn was of your seed. Now, I’ll bear you another.”
“What of it?”
She met him with determination. “I’ve proven the worth of my trust, yet I receive no further whispers than those you grant your advisors. How curious.”
He chuckled, clasping her slender shoulder. “Ah, you expect to learn more of my designs, then?”
“I hear the extent of your breeding project in the presence of our family. We discuss Praith’s infiltration among your advisors.” She moved closer, a hand touching his chest. “The God Emperor requires a shadow he may trust entirely. When plans form inside his head, he deserves a shadow that may listen in private, to aid his schemes at his side.”
“Does my flower think I’ve placed my trust in her to conquer Praith at random?” He cupped her delicate chin. “You’re a clever girl, yet still a child in many ways. I’ve deemed you ready to prove yourself to The Empire and to me.” His grip tightened as his tone grew grim. “Don’t fail me. I’ll endure no further losses.”
The intensity of his gaze gave her pause, yet she nodded. “Yes, father.”
“Good girl.” His tone eased. “When you return with victory in your grasp, you’ll find my door open more often to your counsel. If you continue to prove the value I see in you, I’ll name you my Goddess of Death.”
A smirk touched her lips. He could call her a child all he wanted, for she’d soon prove otherwise. “Vixin may be content with such titles, though I seek only your ear.”
“Go then. Earn it.” He patted her cheek as if she was his pet. “Though before you do, tell me something, my flower.” He eyed the entrance to Hesin’s tent. “Are you satisfied?”
She chuckled. “Your advisors are broken men, father.”
“Broken beings have their uses, for I may forge them anew. Judge them, yet never forget that they were the first to stand before they knew they’d be rewarded.”
“So they were.” A slight blush flavored her cheeks as she glanced back at the tent. “In any case, I’ve grown to enjoy this one quite a bit, broken or not.”
“Good.” Dominax granted her a departing kiss. “Let him savor this pregnancy, then.”
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This may be one of my favorite incestuous scenes I’ve written so far. Enjoy!