Vaid Empire: Legends
A Breeder’s Purpose
36th of Twic, 17 AVE.
Kingdom of Vaidrin, Luxi.
“Well? What’ll it be?” the woman asked. “Shall I add your name to the list?”
Rixis touched his chin in mock consideration, feeling her hand upon his thigh. It required quite a bit of self-control to avoid glancing at her exposed body, dressed only in a black loincloth. Despite her beauty, the paternity of all Sages was enough to send a shiver of guilt up his spine.
Her presence dominated the entry lounge of his brother’s estate as they sat together, alone. A soft smile accompanied her smooth voice, yet her words brought a horrid offer. No tempting hand could sway his mind into joining The Privictis Order.
“Yes, the list.” He cleared his throat, wondering how best to let her down. “You see, I’m a bit of a pacifist myself. You’d find a sword limp in my hands.”
The Sage’s eyes narrowed. She hid her disgust well, though he’d seen it too many times to miss. “This is hardly a time to shy away from a blade. War is upon us.”
Rixis was relieved when her hand departed, all too tempted to act upon a silent invitation. It’d be a far simpler matter were he not a Vaidspawn, but then, she’d have no interest in him. “I tend to keep myself far from The God Emperor’s battlefields. War is hazardous to a long life, and besides, I find it to be rather…distasteful.”
“That is most displeasing.” Her expression hardened with irritation. “Are you aware, of the beings I’ve recruited for The Privictis Order, you hold the potential to be the most powerful? I sense your abilities resting within your blood, requiring only a guiding hand to coax them forth.”
“And rest they shall.” He leaned back in his chair casually. “I’d gladly give them to you, were it possible. Since I cannot…” He shrugged. “I suppose I’ve never really had a use for them in any case.”
She didn’t bother to hide her disgust this time as she rose. “Then I’ve wasted my time. High Peacekeeper Clin only seeks those eager to join, for an unwilling recruit is of no use in defending The Empire. It’s a shame, really. You could’ve been magnificent.”
“Sorry to disappoint,” he said, feeling an all too familiar guilt. Regardless, he wouldn’t pretend to be something he wasn’t. Not for his mother, his brother, nor the beauty before him. He watched her walk away, noticing Arovis in the doorway.
The Sage patted his brother’s cheek as she passed. “If he changes his mind, bring him to Luxi’s court Sage. Until then, a man without convictions is of no use to anyone.”
Rixis felt a hint of embarrassment beneath his brother’s gaze as she departed into the busy streets, hiding behind a careless smile. “What a pleasant conversation. How much did you hear?”
Arovis sighed, discarding the question as he sat down. He adjusted his long silk robe, appearing older than his years. His weary face held a familiar frown, wrinkled from stress. “She’s right, you know. You’re a man now.”
“Thus, I must find purpose in bloodshed?”
“Purpose at all,” he replied, sounding tired. “I had hoped an offer to meet more of your siblings would interest you.”
Rixis straightened. “You’re my only brother, Arovis.”
“Half.” The older man met his eyes sternly. A strand of hair hung messily down his face, as brown as their mothers had been. The sight of it made Rixis feel out of place, his short black strands a reminder he hadn’t truly belonged in their family. “The other Vaidspawn that Sage is recruiting share the same amount of blood as I do. Why not train to utilize it for a noble cause?”
Rixis shook his head. “I agreed to hear her offer because you asked, out of gratitude for allowing me to stay here after mother’s death, and so I have. It wasn’t particularly convincing.”
“Do you insist upon wasting your gifts? When mother came home with the child of The God Emperor in her belly, my father and I…” He grimaced. “We accepted you, knowing you’d hold a higher purpose. He taught us to help our fellow citizens, and now you lounge about each day, discarding an opportunity to directly serve the people of The Empire in a time of war.”
A smile concealed the sting of his brother’s words. “War isn’t particularly my forte.”
“I’m beginning to wonder just what is.”
They sat in an uncomfortable silence before Rixis replied. For once, he dared to speak honestly without evasion. “I do want to serve the population. Truly. Not with a sword, but as you do. As an advisor in Lord Kixanil’s court, you do more for common citizens than the legion ever could with their endless conquests and pointless bloodshed.”
Something sparked in Arovis’s gaze. Could it be hope? “If that’s the path you choose, I could speak with Lord Kixanil. You’d have to spend a few years proving your worth, inscribing documents, learning the ways of the court, though in time he can be convinced to appoint you as my successor.”
“Years?” Rixis bit his lip in hesitation. “Writing inscriptions isn’t quite what I had in mind.”
Arovis’s head sank into his hands. He sat quietly, brooding. When he rose from his chair, he looked down upon his brother. “So be it. Waste your gifts, yet a time shall come when you must decide what kind of man you’ll be. My father taught us to be better than…this.” He walked to the door, pausing to glance back as his tone softened. “He raised you as his own. Don’t let his shame be for nothing.”
Rixis watched him go, left alone.
***
The noise of the bustling city finally fell silent as night blanketed The Empire in darkness. Rixis stared at the ceiling, his mind dueling with itself.
He felt the soft sheets beneath him, lying atop his bed. On such hot nights, he slept nude, though doubted he’d find sleep tonight. Arovis’s words continued to replay in his head until he never wanted to hear his voice again. Worse, he couldn’t deny the truth they held.
Long had it been since their mother had fallen while fighting in Deci. Arovis’s father hadn’t required long to follow his mate into her grave. His fellow legionaries had praised his heroic sacrifice at the battle of Lake Ti, but Rixis hardly cared. A pointless war had claimed them both, and now it beckoned to him. He’d endure their disappointment a while longer.
A thought of the Sage was more than enough to make his manhood twitch, despite her paternity. He couldn’t deny her words. The truth was, his convictions really were few. Was it wrong to simply enjoy his life before the chaos of the world could snatch it away? Could he not rest, lounge, and enjoy the pleasures his brother’s wealth afforded him?
A hint of doubt claimed him, ignoring footsteps in the hallway outside his door. Perhaps a simple commitment to pacifism wasn’t enough. He sighed.
The doorknob jiggled quietly, locked. Broken from his thoughts, he sat up in the darkness. “Arovis? If you’ve come to speak, my mind is already settled.”
He heard the movement of something metal within the lock, hearing it click a moment later. Feeling uneasy, his skinny muscles tightened. “Hello?” He watched the door creak open, seeing the figure of a tall man looming in the darkness, dressed all in black with hints of orange. As the stranger stepped forth, moonlight from the window caressed his dark mask.
Hurrying to his feet, Rixis backed away. The stranger’s red eyes peered at him from behind the mask, the skin around them as white as snow. When Rixis eyed the man’s pointed ears, he felt a hint of dread. A Dril.
Something was deeply wrong, he knew. Dril were never seen outside their tundra homeland but in whispered rumors. The stranger pulled two curved blades from his back. Rixis’s heart quickened.
“Stay away!” He reached the far wall, feeling it against his back. “Arovis! Help!”
Wordlessly, the man approached. The floorboards creaked with each slow step. His deadly eyes remained focused upon his prey.
Trapped, Rixis looked about the room in panic, feeling more exposed than ever. There was no escape, nowhere to run. In desperation, he readied his hands. “Not another step. I’m warning you, I’m a Vaidspawn!” A title he had never cared for was now his only defense. The stranger didn’t slow, making Rixis’s jaw tighten in hesitation. “So much for pacifism,” he thought, feeling a sadness deeper than he’d expected. He was about to lose his sole commitment, breaking the only vow he had bestowed upon himself. Approaching, the stranger offered him no choice. For the first time in his life, he gathered the power of his blood.
Concentrating, uncertain how to bring his abilities forth, pure instinct drove him. Lightning erupted from his fingertips, crackling through the air. For a single second, a deep awe tore through him, wondering if the Sage truly was correct about his great potential. To his horror, however, the stranger’s blades crossed before him, catching the lighting. When fatigue forced Rixis to stop after mere moments, he watched the swords glow with sparking electricity. A hard flick of the blades sent his power shooting into the floorboards, igniting the wood.
Rixis collapsed to one knee, feeling the world spin in the aftermath of his exertion. The flickering light of the fire illuminated the stranger, looming over him. Red eyes peered down, silent. When he rammed the hilt of his blade against Rixis’s head, darkness consumed him.
***
A groan escaped Rixis, feeling a stinging pain where he’d been hit. As he slowly awoke, a sudden panic gripped him as his memory returned. Unable to see, he yanked his arms, feeling them tied behind his back. Kicking, he found that his ankles were bound tightly.
Struggling, he moaned in pain, feeling a gag tied around his mouth. Blindfolded, he tried to calm himself, feeling his breaths quicken with fear. Where was he? Was Arovis unharmed?
The thought of his brother was almost too much to bear. He pulled hard at his bindings, then fell limp. “Calm yourself. What would you even do if you broke free? Fight off your kidnappers?” he asked himself, easing his breaths. If he couldn’t see, he’d listen, trying to determine his surroundings. After all, what else could he do?
Below him, the creaking of wood groaned softly. It felt hard against his chest as he rested upon his stomach, feeling the air against his nude form. Further away, the echoes of waves lapped at the walls around him. He was aboard a ship. For a moment his panic returned. Had the Sage decided he no longer had a choice but to accompany her?
Mind racing, his thoughts were interrupted by a far stranger noise in the distance, echoing from a deck above. He focused, ensuring he hadn’t misheard. When the faint sounds of an infant’s cries resumed, followed by another, and more, he shivered.
“What’re they going to do with me?”
39th of Thriduin, 17 AVE.
Unknown.
The vessel rolled with the waves, making his struggle to find a comfortable position as difficult as ever. Now, as the days grew colder, and the nights were freezing, his struggle became impossible.
They had sailed for over a month, his captors never removing his blindfold. Whenever they pulled away the gag to feed him, they answered his frantic questions with silence. Eventually, he gave up asking entirely. Without conversation, boredom became his greatest foe, ever dueling with his mind and worries. The warm, humid air of the ship’s hull gradually grew colder without an explanation of their destination, yet he could guess. “The Dril Tundra? Surely not…”
To his great relief, they hadn’t been cruel. Warm food came frequently enough that he could offer no complaint, and when the temperature had caused him to shiver, someone had wrapped his naked body in various furs and skins. Someone unlocked his ankles at least once a day, guiding him to walk sightlessly around the ship’s lower deck to avoid muscle atrophy, never once uttering a word. Whoever his kidnappers were, they wanted him delivered alive and unbroken. All the more reason to drown in confusion.
When the waves grew calm and the sounds of winged creatures cawed outside, he knew they had reached land. Quickly, as if unloading cargo, strong hands had hoisted him from his place and carried him away. Despite his furs, the frigid outside air was enough to chill his bones, shaking. His relief to be rid of the deck was dampened when he was placed upon another wooden surface, surprised by his gentle handling as he was lowered softly. At the very least, he found refuge from the wind as a door was closed and latched. He lurched forward, hearing the turning of wheels as they began to move.
Behind, he heard the muffled cries of the infants that had plagued his nights aboard the ship. The sound had sent an…odd feeling through him, feeling a strange connection. Now they followed, and he could only guess they were in separate wagons.
An hour passed as they traveled, hearing wind whipping around him outside. When they stopped, he was once more hauled by a large man, his skinny frame daring not to struggle. Again, he felt the cold, and again, he was saved by the booming locks of heavy doors. Footsteps echoed through stone halls. When they finally lowered him once more, he felt the sheets of a soft bed beneath him. The furs were pulled away, exposing him to the warm air, hearing fire crackling nearby.
Footsteps departed without a word, hearing a door close loudly with the click of another lock. Left alone, he tested his bindings once more, wanting to call out, to beg, to say anything. He needed to hear another voice, to know what was being done to him.
Instead, he was left in silence.
***
Awakened by the screeching of the door, he tried to stretch his bound form before he was carried away. Having eventually fallen asleep while brooding in solitude, he listened with new alertness, having slept far better than he had in over a month.
Finally, he heard the voices of two men around him, speaking in a strange tongue he had never heard. They shared a chuckle as they walked, opening another heavy door. Rixis felt the surface of a stone slab beneath his back as he was lowered, smooth and warm. A tingle of excitement and fear came at once as they began to unlock his wrists, only for strong hands to force his arms above his head. He felt them fasten his ankle bindings to the slab, then secured his wrists in metal cuffs built into the stone.
With his bare body pulled tight, he could hardly move, feeling utterly exposed. He whimpered into his gag, feeling a sting of embarrassment a moment later. “You’re braver than this. Mother would’ve backhanded you if she’d heard such fear.”
People shuffled about the room before silence claimed his surroundings. He waited, feeling every second as though it were an eternity. When a door opened once more, he heard the clicking of heels approaching.
“Ah, there you are. Good,” a female voice said at his side, her tone a soft tingle in his ear. He felt a finger drag along his thigh, making him shudder. “I’ve been assured that you’re the one. Are you?”
Rixis breathed into his gag, questions ready to burst forth. He felt the finger drag upward, his body tightening when it brushed his manhood.
“Well, can’t say I’m disappointed.” A hand dragged over his abdomen as he pulled at his bindings. She nearly purred as her lips approached his ear. “Oh, don’t be scared. Shall I remove that pesky blindfold?”
A chuckle echoed as he nodded frantically. A finger slid beneath the blindfold, yanking it away. He clenched his eyes shut, slowly opening as they adjusted to the flickering light around him. As his blurred vision focused, he was met with the sight of a woman peering down at his side. Pure white skin complimented a sensual face, her red eyes meeting his with a smirk. Her pointed ears poked out from long black hair, her left cheek and neck decorated with the tattoo of a strange pattern. A Dril.
Only able to turn his head, he saw the circular chamber around him, realizing his slab was placed in the center. The stone walls were licked by burning braziers that swatted away the darkness with each flick of their dancing blue flames.
The woman watched his curious searching with amusement, hand on her hip. She wore a short sleeveless dress that ended at midthigh, her feminine form the only distraction to his panic. It took a moment to notice the trio of beings across from her standing near the curved wall, observing silently from beneath colorful hoods. Beneath their vividly decorated cloaks, only their shoulders and height offered hints of what lay beneath, and he assessed them to be a male and two females.
“Don’t let them frighten you. They merely wish to ensure this…delicate matter is properly attended to,” the woman said, her voice as smooth as her hand, caressing his chest. “They’ll make their reports, yet you’re under my care, and I treat my boys well.” She smiled, lightly gripping his chin. “So long as you behave, of course.”
Rixis remained still, watching her demeanor shift as she addressed the trio. She spoke in a strange language, her tone respectful yet commanding. He watched them nod in acknowledgment before departing, locking the heavy door.
“Good. Now that we have a moment alone, I’m certain that mind of yours is running wild. Oh, where to begin?” the woman asked. “I suppose it’s hardly a secret that you’re in The Shai Domain. It’s quite an honor for you to be invited into our lands as a human. Congratulations!” She clapped her hands together before they glided down his chest and skinny abs. “Of course, I’d have to cut your throat as an outsider, were it not for this…powerful blood you carry.”
Her fingers nearly dug into his skin, seeing the hunger in her eyes. He arched his back in fear, only dampened by an itch of curiosity when she touched his thighs. Slowly, one hand crept closer, making his manhood twitch as she brushed against it.
“Yes, we’ve had our eyes on you for quite a while, among others. Those Sages certainly know how to find the best.” Her finger ran up his shaft, then down, lightly teasing him. “We couldn’t let them take you first.”
He tried to hold in a groan, feeling his manhood stiffening at her sensual touch. His hips subtly moved in reaction, almost prompting her for more despite his fear.
She chuckled, gently massaging him until his erection hardened fully. Biting her lip in lust, she grinned. “Ah, my girls are going to enjoy you, no doubt. Shall I invite one now?” She caressed the tip, making him squirm. “Oh, I’ll take that as a yes.”
The feeling of her hand departing was enough to coax his disappointment, her words flaring his questions anew. Girls? What did they want with his blood? He watched her walk to the door, knocking twice before returning to his side. A moment later, it opened, allowing a young woman to step inside. His eyes widened, seeing the grey skin of an Arkos female. She approached with confident, careful steps, her athletic body moving gracefully.
The Dril woman invited her to her side, arm wrapping around the Arkos’s thin waist. Wearing matching outfits, the Dril smiled seductively. “This beauty is Sanak, one of our best. Do you like her?”
Rixis watched her untie the back of Sanak’s dress, allowing it to fall away to reveal her tight and fit body. Like all Arkos, dark stripes decorated her grey skin, while her smooth tail flicked excitedly behind her. She met him with deadly purple eyes, brushing a messy strand of short black hair from her pretty face. Rixis couldn’t help but glance at the pair of curled horns atop her head, the color of polished iron. He felt his cock twitch at the sight of her exotic beauty.
“Good boy. She’s earned the right to serve our purposes first.” The Dril’s finger licked up his shaft before pulling away, leaving him aching. She held Sanak’s fit belly, her hands caressing the girl’s toned abs. “Of course, her superiors would no doubt prefer to have their best agent…unburdened, though her faithful service has earned her a break for the next few months. In time, you’ll learn the benefits of obedience as well.”
“Mistress Jinisa, is he truly the son of the human ruler?” Sanak asked.
The Dril nodded before meeting his baffled gaze. “The God Emperor’s blood runs through his veins. Isn’t that right, little Rixis? Oh, you should thank your daddy every day for the gifts he’s granted you, for they’ve led you to us.”
“He’s not my…” Rixis thought, feeling himself blush.
Jinisa chuckled at his embarrassment. “Oh, come now, don’t grow angry. You like Sanak, don’t you? Well, she’s going to help you utilize that special blood of yours for our aims.”
With a gesture of the Dril’s hand, the Arkos gracefully mounted the slab. Rixis’s eyes widened, feeling her soft skin as she crept closer, settling to straddle his waist. He felt his manhood twitch as it brushed against her flat belly, feeling himself quiver.
“I’m ready, mistress,” the grey woman said, studying him like a hungry predator.
“Good girl, but I’ll determine when you’re ready.” Jinisa guided her to lift into a kneeling position, leaning back as if to present herself to Rixis’s gaze. He studied her exposed womanhood with a growing craving, seeing her dark labia hovering near the tip of his cock. Jinisa’s hand crept across Sanak’s thigh, reaching to part her lower lips for inspection. “See that, Rixis? She’s soaked.” Her white finger glided over the girl’s vagina, holding up a dripping string of her juices. With a satisfied nod, she kissed the Arkos’s cheek. “Ah, very well. I permit you to carry out your duty. Ride him until he’s raw.”
Rixis clenched his hands into fists, unbelieving his reality as the seductive Arkos pressed his tip to her loins, sliding down to slowly take him inside. His back arched with euphoria as his cock glided deep inside, forcing a moan from his gagged lips.
Sanak’s mouth opened, satisfaction spreading across her face as she forced him inside. Pushing his tip against her limit, a low groan oozed from her lips, her gaze filled with a deadly focus.
“Such a lucky girl. How does she feel, Rixis?” Jinisa caressed his chin, seeing his eyes flutter as Sanak’s hips began to move. She chuckled. “Does her tight little cunt feel good?”
“Holy Creator…yes…” he thought to himself, his body clenching with pleasure.
She moved to kiss the Arkos once more, her hand returning to the girl’s toned belly. “Then I command you to cum deep inside of her, little Rixis.”
Surprised, a flare of renewed panic mixed with a primal desire as Rixis squirmed, moaning into his gag. “I…shouldn’t…”
“The heightened potency of Vaidspawn is well documented. We know the consequences.” Jinisa rubbed the girl’s athletic body. “Sanak here is quite fertile today. Isn’t that right?”
The Arkos nodded, moaning. “Yes, mistress.”
Jinisa grinned seductively. “Be a good boy then, little Rixis, and get her nice and pregnant.”
The word forced him to test his bindings in panic, unbelieving his ears. His cock quivered with a desire to obey, every movement of her hips cutting away at his reluctance. “Pregnant? With…my child?”
“Merely look at this body of hers. I know you want to breed her. I know you can’t resist cumming as deeply into her tight pussy as you can. Go ahead. Make her belly swell with your baby,” Jinisa teased, massaging Sanak’s feminine form. She touched the girl’s modest breasts, her fingers brushing her dark nipples as they hardened.
The sight forced him to groan, her hips rocking back and forth. Every instinct tempted him, imagining his baby suckling from her round breasts.
“She wants to be a mother. She wants to serve The Domain by bearing your child.” Jinisa licked the girl’s nipple. “Cum inside, Rixis. Fill her fertile womb. I command you.”
Feeling his bindings, he knew he had no choice. Fatherhood was a responsibility that already gave him pause, yet the reality of his situation was more than enough to coax his hesitation. He was in a strange land, his cock inside a strange young woman, with his captors’ strange motives clouded. It would be irresponsible to conceive a child here, yet it wasn’t his decision to make. He groaned, conflicted as arousal threatened to burst from his loins.
“You’re so close, little Rixis. Cum. Be a good boy and cum,” Jinisa teased, watching him writhe. “There’s no escape. You’re going to fill her belly with a child of your special blood. Cum. Now!”
His body seized, moaning deeply into his gag as Sanak’s skilled hips proved too stimulating. His own hips bucked, climaxing as he was forced to breed with her.
“Good boy! Yes! Let it all out!” the Dril chuckled, watching him shake in his bindings. Sanak smirked in satisfaction, receiving exactly what she wanted as his warmth squirted powerfully inside her.
His body trembled, toes curling as his sperm began to ooze from the woman atop him. He breathed deeply into his gag as he recovered, feeling reality solidify in his mind. “I…did it. I’ll…have a child…”
“I knew Vaidspawn produced an unnatural quantity, but this is impressive,” Jinisa said, savoring the sight of his oozing seed. “Well done. How does it feel to know you’ll be a daddy?”
Rixis groaned as Sanak slid off his cock, stepping down from the slab. She reached down to cup her loins, trying to hold as much of his seed inside as possible.
Jinisa granted his cock a final stroke, biting her lip. “Your purpose today has been served. Rest well, for tomorrow, we’ll talk. I believe you’ve earned a bit of truth.”
40th of Thriduin, 17 AVE.
The Shai Domain, Unknown.
Rixis awoke with the memory of Arovis’s words. “A time shall come when you must decide what kind of man you’ll be.”
He tried to rub his eyes, only to feel the cruel reminder that his hands were once again bound behind his back. He groaned with frustration into his gag, having been blindfolded after Jinisa and Sanak departed after their ‘session’.
“Sanak,” he thought, feeling guilt as he remembered the previous day. He felt the sheets beneath him, lying quietly as he thought of the Arkos. She was out there, carrying his firstborn in her womb. He’d be a father now, a thought that flooded him with clashing emotions. All beings felt an urge to sire children, yet here? Would he ever be permitted to see her again? What of the baby?
He tried to sit up, lost in his worries for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually he heard a door open, more relieved than he cared to admit when he heard a familiar voice.
“Ah, there’s little Rixis. Did you rest well? I hope so, for today shall be quite eventful,” Jinisa announced in her smooth tone, approaching.
He heard the rattle of keys, taken off guard when his blindfold was ripped away. He blinked, flinching at the light. The Dril woman stood at his side, alone. Looking around, he was met with the first sight of the tiny room, seeing his bed against the rear wall.
Snapping her fingers, she forced him to meet her eyes. “Focus, boy. You did well yesterday, but that was only a taste. I promised you the truth, but such gifts only come to those that obey. If I remove your gag, will you behave?”
He nodded carefully, offering no resistance. Once satisfied, she untied his gag, freeing his mouth. He took a relieved breath. Countless questions threatened to burst forth, yet only one pushed through the rest. With his voice unrestricted, he dared to use his first words to ask what he feared to know. “Does my brother still live?”
“Hmm? Oh, yes, he was unharmed, or so they’ve informed me. He likely believes you perished in the fire, however,” she replied with disinterest.
The words were as painful as they were relieving. “I need to return. Please, he must know I’m-”
She put a finger to his lips. “I did not free your voice to hear it beg. If you’d like to know why you’re here, walk with me and listen.”
His lips tightened with frustration, though he controlled his worries. Seeing his obedience, she leaned over and unlocked his ankles. The shackles fell, leaving him sore where they had pressed into his skin.
Jinisa left the room, waiting expectantly outside the open doorway. He rose to his feet, hands still bound behind his back as he hurried to follow. She smirked with satisfaction, her finger beckoning before leading him along. Permitting him to walk at her side, they moved slowly through the narrow hallways, the walls made of polished dark grey bricks. He felt the heat of blazing braziers holding blue flames placed every few feet, yet a chill in the air occasionally caressed his bare skin. “You did well with Sanak yesterday. She’s a quiet one, but a woman always knows when another is satisfied. Of course, she’ll only be the first.”
“Why was I forced to…” He blushed, feeling his manhood twitch at the memory.
“Breed her? Oh, little Rixis, your seed is the only reason you’re here,” she explained with a teasing smile. “Many of our female Agents are waiting to fall pregnant with your children. You’ll find them all to be quite eager to serve The Domain, requiring you to merely lie back so they may ride you.”
“Agents? My children? Forgive my naivety, yet I’d appreciate some proper answers,” he replied, his frustration mixing with a nervous confusion. “Jinisa, was it? Please, I don’t understand.”
“You’ll address me as Mistress Jinisa, boy.” She offered a deadly glance before it eased into a smile. “Though I’ll permit this single outburst given the circumstances. You want answers? Very well. You’ve bred an agent of Shai, an assassin in service to the aims of The Shai Domain. You’re in one of our strongholds, near the city of Livshi.”
“To what end?” he asked as they reached a stone door. When she pushed it open and looked back, he stiffened. “Mistress Jinisa, I mean.”
Inside, the quiet sounds of sleep echoed softly off the curved walls of the spacious circular chamber, a fire blazing in the center. Eyes widening, he saw tiny cots lining the walls, the flickering light illuminating over a dozen human infants. “For the defense of The Domain, Rixis.”
Feeling his heart quicken at the strange sight, he stepped back.
“Don’t be afraid. These are your siblings, after all.” Jinisa grabbed his arm, chuckling as she guided him into the chamber. “Sons and daughters of the human God Emperor. At least, a tiny sample. We wouldn’t want to spark his suspicion with too many disappearances, would we?”
“What madness is this? You kidnap infants, and myself, for…what?” He felt her touch his chin, redirecting his focus.
“Listen carefully, boy, for how well you understand my next words shall guide your fate here. These children are weapons, creatures of a power we don’t yet understand, as are you. The abilities in your blood run through their veins as well, and as they grow, they will learn to utilize those abilities to protect The Domain.”
He waited, only daring to reply when a pause invited a question. “Protection against what, exactly?”
She patted his cheek. “Your daddy,’ she explained, chuckling when he tried to hide a scowl. “The world has watched The God Emperor spread this human empire of his, wondering where his conquests shall end. In truth, only a fool should expect a man with such ambition to ever stop. His legions shall seize every inch, every mile he can claim. When they march upon our lands, however, we’ll be prepared.”
Feeling uneasy, he glanced at the nearest baby. “Yes, well, I may be clueless about warfare, but I hardly see how infants shall stand against a legion.”
Frowning at his tone, she placed her hands on her hips. “The world is large, and we’ve been granted the coldest corner. We predict he won’t turn his aims towards us for many years if we’re discrete in our preparations. Such is where you’ll play your part.”
“My part?” He tested his bound wrists, enduring his misgivings. “You may call that man my father, but I want no part in his distasteful war. Consider me a-”
“A pacifist. Yes. Our agents made that quite clear in their reports during the selection process. Anyone can see you’re no warrior, but the power in your blood can be utilized in a far more effective way. Already The God Emperor is training his most powerful children to join his conquest, as you’re well aware. He has an endless pool to choose from, for as if spreading his empire across the world wasn’t enough, he appears intent to spread his seed just as far.” She reached down, caressing his cock. “You’ll do the same. Just like your daddy, you’ll breed as many women as we permit you to touch, and sire as many children that’ll inherit your powerful blood as we require. They’ll learn our ways. They’ll train to fight their countless relatives. When my people look for protection as your father marches upon them, they’ll see an army led by beings of your seed stepping forth from the shadows.”
“No…” Another step back accompanied his horror. “No, I want no part in this. His conquest claimed my parents. It can’t have my children!”
Displeasure twisted her lips. “Oh, little Rixis, you only have two options. You can obey, serve your duty without complaint, and simply enjoy the pleasures of the females I bring you as an honored guest. Or…” She stepped closer, grinning viciously. “You can resist, and I’ll be forced to treat you as nothing more than a breeding tool.”
Feeling his heart quicken further, he heard the cry of a nearby infant, thinking of Sanak, of his unborn child. “I prefer a third option.” In panic, he rushed towards the open door, hearing a disappointed sigh from behind as he fled. His mind raced as he hurried down the long corridor.
Passing many sealed doors, he frantically searched for an escape, knowing deep down that his attempt was futile. Still, he simply had to try for the sake of his future children, rushing around corners and retreating whenever he encountered a Shai agent. They merely eyed him with amusement, a nude madman running with his arms bound. Their lack of concern nurtured his unease, gritting his teeth until at last he found the hallway leading to the stronghold’s entrance. It loomed at the end of a corridor, two stone doors sealed shut. His hopes turned to ash as he saw two Dril guards beside his only escape. He slowed to a stop.
To his bafflement, however, the men began to unlatch the doors. Heavy locks clicked loudly, followed by the screeching of stone as they were hauled open. Rixis eyed them as they stepped aside, hardly granting him a glance. His blood pumped through him, certain a trap awaited, yet offered no alternative. Carefully, he crept closer, seeing outside light pouring through the gaping entrance. Every step brought him closer to his freedom, feeling a chill as snow blew across the floor. Every inch from the nearest pair of braziers made him shiver, hearing the wind howling outside.
By the time he reached the doorway, his nude body trembled from the cold. He hesitated, seeing the frozen tundra stretching across the land outside as fields of white snow that shimmered in the sunlight.
“Foolish boy. You’ll find Livshi two miles to the north,” Jinisa said from behind. Joining him at the door, she reached out to catch the snow in her white hand, offering no sign of discomfort as Rixis trembled. “Of course, if you manage to reach it before your blood freezes, I’d remind you that all citizens of The Domain are honor bound to cut your throat the moment they see an outsider.” She gestured with a smile. “Go ahead. We’ll find a replacement. After all, you’re merely the breeder of this city. More than a dozen other strongholds have already been prepared across The Domain.”
Feeling the warmth at his back, he reluctantly retreated.
“So I thought.” She nodded to the Dril guards, inciting them to approach. “It’s a shame. We have a busy schedule today, though it seems you’ve decided to become a tool, rather than an asset. Very well. You’ll learn your place in time.”
The men grabbed Rixis, pulling him back inside as the doors were sealed. He shouted, cursing them before his gag was replaced. They dragged him along, following Jinisa. When they brought him to the chamber with the slab in the center, he pulled at his bindings.
“Don’t be stubborn. A pretty girl awaits your seed, and you will get her pregnant.” Jinisa watched the men as they forced Rixis atop the slab before she departed.
Once more his hands were forced above his head. Once more his ankles were cuffed, pulling his body tightly. Vulnerable and helpless, he could do nothing but await his fate when the guards left him alone. When Jinisa returned, he groaned into his gag, seeing a female Lanthian nude at her side.
“This beauty is Hanari, little Rixis.” Jinisa caressed the woman’s green arm, her body two shades of green that met in the middle. Her smooth wings flexed behind her, a devious smirk touching her lips. “You’ve no idea how difficult acquiring an intact female of her species is, and thus, you’ll behave.”
Rixis squirmed as the winged woman mounted the slab, feeling her green thighs straddling his waist. She sat atop him like a hungry predator, hands running over her feminine form as if to present herself.
“Those who speak your human tongue are a rarity here, though seeing as your voice is bound, it hardly matters. Your only value now is this magnificent cock.” Jinisa’s hand slid down his chest, fingers brushing his manhood. She chuckled when he strained in his bindings. “Resist all you like, yet your body knows its purpose.”
Rixis felt her stroke his shaft, releasing a muffled moan. Attempting to force himself to defy her was swiftly proven to be fruitless, for his cock stiffened with each caress of her soft hand.
“Good boy. Deep down, you crave this, don’t you?” She teased the tip of his erection. “Your instincts command you to breed, as do I. Are you ready for your second child?”
The Dril spoke in a strange language, a harsher tongue than the words she had shared with her fellow Dril. The Lanthian nodded eagerly, rubbing against his shaft. She lined his cock with her green labia, slowly sinking down as Rixis cried out.
“Oh, never try to deny how good it feels to enter a new vagina,” Jinisa teased, caressing his chest.
The winged woman wasted no time, beginning to ride with a hard, deep rhythm. His cock pushed against her cervix each time she bounced, squirming at knowing her womb was just behind.
“Good Rixis. If you won’t obey, you’ll be nothing more than a toy forced to squirt inside any fertile girl I command to ride you.” She caressed his cheek with a smirk. “Though there’s time to redeem yourself.”
“Don’t cum…” he thought to himself, squeezing his hands into fists. “They can’t have my child for their war…”
“You can’t resist, nor should you. Savor the pleasure of cumming inside her, and know you serve a greater purpose than yourself. We’re creating the only army that can stand against your daddy.”
Rixis groaned, enduring each exquisite movement of his current partner. She straddled him like a riding goddess, her body moving in a sensual dance that intoxicated him. Green eyes demanded his seed, slamming down hard every time she rose.
“Do you think the Lanthians shall resist his conquest? Do you think the Arkos shall give his legions pause? We are the last hope of the world, the final flicker of freedom,” Jinisa explained with dripping fervor, touching Hanari’s hips to encourage her to move faster. “Get her pregnant, for your children are all that may stand against total tyranny.”
“No…I can’t…I shouldn’t,” he thought, though something in her tone ignited a hint of doubt. Did her words hold true? He shook his head, banishing the thought as he focused upon withholding his seed. He was not a tool to be used for his captors’ aims. His children were not pawns to be sent into battle.
The Lanthian’s wings stretched widely as she threw her head back in bliss, a magnificent sight of a pleasured beauty. For a moment her exotic form awed him, his manhood twitching at the thought of siring a hybrid. He groaned, struggling in his restraints, knowing his willpower was falling away with each meeting of their loins.
“I’m not a slave…I’m not a tool,” he repeated to himself, even as her words clung to his memory. Did they truly stand against his father’s tyranny? Could a pacifist aid the ending of a war he despised? “No…no…”
“Oh, you’re shaking, Rixis. This truly is your proper place, my little breeder.” Jinisa smirked with visible lust, her hand caressing her own breast. Slowly, she unfastened her dress, allowing it to fall just enough to reveal a pale pink nipple. “Let go. Release yourself as deeply as possible. I command you to get her pregnant!”
Moaning, he clenched his fists, fighting to resist. His limit grew closer, every second an agony of utter bliss pulsating through his cock. His back arched as it proved too much, screaming into his gag as a primal orgasm claimed him.
“Yes! Good boy! Fill her up! Her fertile body is ready for your baby!” Jinisa encouraged, tweaking her own breast at the sight.
The Lanthian grinned savagely, sinking down to push his cock as deeply as possible, claiming his seed for herself. Her wings fluttered, twitching with satisfaction until Rixis fell limp.
He breathed as he recovered, feeling guilt seeping through his being to join his lingering pleasure. “What have I done?”
Jinisa’s hand snuck under her short dress. When she pulled it from between her thighs, she presented two wet fingers. “Oh, how exciting it is to see you squirm, little Rixis. I think I’m going to keep you bound for quite a while until you earn a second chance.”
Rixis’s cheeks reddened as the winged woman dismounted, leaving him to rest in the remnants of their mating.
25th of Fonic, 17 AVE.
The Shai Domain, Livshi.
The cries of pleasure echoed off the walls, muffled noises mixing with the sounds of a female in heat. Together they cried out, loins pushing together firmly as sperm filled a fertile vagina.
Rixis basked in the aftermath, watching his latest mate rise from his cock to step down from the slab. Another Arkos this time, he knew he’d dream of her at night, as he had with all the mothers of his children.
Was she the thirty-fifth woman? Thirty-sixth? He couldn’t recall. Every day had brought a new body to impregnate, his cock sliding into more fertile vaginas than he had ever expected to see in his lifetime.
When he was returned to his room, his cell, his gag was removed, and his ankles were unbound. Long had it taken to earn such privileges after sessions, sitting on his bed. As always, his thoughts returned, remembering Arovis’s words. “A time shall come when you must decide what kind of man you’ll be.”
“What? No harsh glances? No scowl?” Jinisa asked, folding her arms as she stood before him.
“I merely seek to be left with my thoughts,” he replied, looking down as he remembered her title. “Mistress Jinisa.”
Her smirk softened. “Ah, I saw that look in your eyes during our last discussion. Are my words finally sinking in?”
He gritted his teeth. “Please, don’t start this again, mistress. If you believe you’re defending your people, so be it, but I won’t involve myself so willingly.”
Unfolding her arms, she sat down, touching his thigh. He knew better than to pull away. “The defense of The Domain shall always be our primary concern. However, should we defeat your daddy, his empire shall crumble into irrelevance. Species and civilizations shall be free to live unburdened by his domination, his tyranny cast aside.”
“Noble intentions through ignoble means. You intend to send my children to their deaths.” The words tasted bitter in his mouth.
“We intend to forge them into warriors that may defend the innocent citizens of our land. I’d certainly call that noble.” She met his gaze, her teasing tone growing serious. “They’ll be companions bound by blood, fighting with honor. When this war ends, they’ll be named heroes of The Domain, even if they won’t be able to stay. The population shall forgive the training of a secret army when they’re saved from destruction, yet tradition shall demand their exile when they’re revealed.” She smiled, softer than he had ever seen. “Consider this, little Rixis. When your children are permitted to settle down across the world, shall they curse you for siring them to end a war, or thank you for granting them the opportunity to live?”
He sat silently, his lips tightening.
“In any case, I came to reward you for your service thus far.” She revealed a key, reaching back to unlock his wrists. “It’ll make sleeping on your back a little easier.”
Rubbing his hands, he watched her turn to leave. An urge forced him to speak. “Mistress Jinisa…thank you…”
When she left, he eased onto his back, staring at the ceiling. Her words replayed through his mind endlessly, trying to justify his imprisonment. Were they truly serving a noble cause? Was each impregnation a good deed, the defense of freedom, and the creation of a new life? Or was it a horror, partaking in the bloodshed he had sworn off?
Groaning, he rubbed his face. “Arovis…I wish you were here.”
“A time shall come when you must decide what kind of man you’ll be.”
41st of Fonic, 17 AVE.
The Shai Domain, Livshi.
“It’s time,” Jinisa said with a teasing grin. When he stood and waited to be gagged, knowing their routine, she wagged her finger theatrically. “Today won’t hold your usual session. Oh no, little Rixis, for I have a delectable surprise waiting for you.”
A trickle of fear and curiosity found him, knowing better than to question his mistress. He followed close at her heels, unrestrained, stepping with a greater ease than he had on previous days. Was it wrong to follow so willingly, or noble? No longer was he certain.
When they entered the breeding chamber, his eyes widened, for indeed a surprise awaited. There, lying upon the stone slab, rested a woman in his place. He felt his heart quicken, faced with the first human he had seen since his capture, a womanly beauty with long brown hair that trickled down the sides of the smooth stone. She rolled onto her side to meet him, blue eyes accompanying her smile. Her hand fell upon her feminine curves, her body bare for his inspection.
“Well? Does she intrigue you?” Jinisa walked over, caressing the woman’s hip as if it were a priceless vase. “Is she a fitting reward for your obedience?”
“Reward?” He felt his heart quickening, tempted to ask her endless questions about their homeland. Was she from a city near Luxi? Had she heard of his brother, or even of Lord Kixanil?
“You’ve served your purpose well, despite how long you struggled. I believe in second chances, and thus, I offer your only opportunity to redeem yourself fully.” The Dril lightly spanked the human, receiving a sensual moan. “I promised you could be an asset, or a breeding tool. An asset may stand at my side and walk freely around the stronghold as my honored guest. An asset may take his lovers to bed whenever he sees fit, so long as he fulfills a quota of pregnancies. An asset may learn the secrets of the agents of Shai, in time, and aid our aims directly. A tool, however, shall continue as you do now, bound and used as little more than an obedient cock. As much as I enjoy watching you squirm, I’d rather see you join us, to partake in our defense against tyranny.”
He studied her, as she did him, an invitation in her eyes. At Jinisa’s prompting he stepped closer, moving slowly as his thoughts clashed within his mind. “To partake is to raise a blade, real or not.”
“To partake is to defend innocent lives from your father’s blade, boy,” she replied, more serious than he had ever seen her. Her words came genuinely, no hint of her teasing tone. “This is your chance. Impregnate this woman by your own free will and join us, or cling to your pacifism. The choice is yours. What kind of man shall you be?”
Her words coaxed his memory, all too familiar. He felt uneasy, hearing his brother’s words. What would he stand for?
Another step brought him closer. He felt Jinisa take his hands in hers. “I’m no warrior.”
“We all serve in our own way. Help us defend against tyranny, Rixis. Help us end your father’s bloodshed. Your seed is your blade.”
The human woman eased onto her back, spreading her legs in a silent invitation. She ran her finger between her waiting pink labia, displaying how wet she had grown in preparation. He felt his cock twitch, slowly hardening at the sight.
“Your body has decided. Now, so must you,” Jinisa said, guiding him to stand before the slab.
“A time shall come when you must decide what kind of man you’ll be.”
He was no tool. He could waste his life no longer. Gritting his teeth, his thoughts clashed, thinking of his parents, his brother, his children, his true father. For a moment he felt the weight of standing in the center of meeting fates, the result of The God Emperor’s seed, and the creator of the children that were expected to face him.
Finally, he mounted the slab, kneeling upon a thin cushion that had been placed between the woman’s legs for his comfort. Studying her tantalizing loins on offer, he caressed her soft thighs, his decision solidifying. If he couldn’t assist the people as his brother did, he’d serve them by playing his small part in the defense against tyranny. That was the man he’d be. No more would fall to The God Emperor’s conquest without his notice.
Guiding his cock towards his prize, he felt her juices against his tip. Shuddering in lust, he leaned over her, whispering. “Thank you.”
“She was raised in The Domain, little Rixis. Without your language, she’ll only understand your touch. Go on. Give her what she craves.” Jinisa bit her lip with arousal, touching his hip to urge him to proceed.
As he pushed forward, sliding his cock inside her soaking embrace, he accepted his fate, his duty, his purpose. He moaned at the sensation of her tightness, knowing the consequences of his deeds, yet firm in the knowledge that the alternative of his father’s empire was far worse.
“Yes, savor her, little Rixis. Pump your cock into her fertile body, for she was trained solely to bear the children of our agents.” Jinisa watched the couple quiver in pleasure as their loins met, seeing Rixis begin to thrust.
For too long he had been bound and dominated, his cock milked. Now, he made slow, gentle movements of his hips, lovingly mating with the beautiful woman beneath him. Each of her soft moans echoed in his ear, his loins aching to fill her.
“Get her pregnant, little Rixis. Her belly is going to swell with your powerful child.”
Every pump of his hips forced him to groan in satisfaction, his primal instincts seeking only to conceive another baby. He thought of the many women that now carried his children, pushing hard against his mate’s deepest limit. Arkos, Lanthians, even Taziks had taken his seed, his many hybrids growing within them. Now, he’d sire a full-blooded human, his cock quivering at the thought.
He focused upon her fertile womb, craving to get her pregnant. Their child would train. Their child would fight. Their child would fall or survive, yet in the end, he owed it the opportunity to live. His sperm would mix with her ovum, and a new life would emerge from her tantalizing loins.
“Listen to her moans. Listen to how deeply she craves to breed.” Jinisa caressed her own breast, her other hand touching the woman’s thigh. “In truth, I’d have taken her place after all this time, if Dril hybrids weren’t exterminated on sight. You’ve done well, and I’d have been proud to bear your offspring. Give her one. Give her the baby you can’t grant me.”
His rhythm grew frantic with each passing moment, bucking his hips. Unbound, this was his choice, his deed. He thought of Sanak, of Hanari, of all those that followed. His life had led him to this moment, finally discovering his purpose.
“This is the man I choose to be.”
His cries echoed off the dark curved walls, pushing his cock as deeply as possible. Pressed firmly against her cervix, his sperm gushed forth in heavy spurts, claiming her fertile body.
Jinisa watched with a satisfied grin, offering no teasing words, only touching his back in support. A tool had become a valuable asset, and an ally had been forged.
Rixis unleashed everything he could produce, his seed oozing from her wet loins. Finally, he relaxed atop her, his gentle breaths matching hers.
“Welcome home, Rixis,” the Dril stated. “Now, our work truly begins.”
2nd of Senin, 17 AVE.
The Shai Domain, Livshi.
A fire crackled in the brazier, placed at the center of the lounge. Rixis sat upon a nearby cushion, sipping from a cup. The green foreign liquid tasted sweeter than anything he had encountered in his brother’s modest collection of wines, feeling as though it were a tragedy to waste a single drop when it accidentally dripped onto the silk fabric of his new tunic.
The door opened a moment later, just as Jinisa had promised when she had requested to meet with him. Her secret gift entered, walking with confident steps.
“Sanak?” he asked in surprise. The Arkos nodded, her hands cradling her round belly as she stood before him at the Dril’s side. He slowly stood to meet her, blushing at the memory of their first and only encounter. It felt like an eternity in the past.
“I thought you might like to see a familiar face. She’s only just returned from The Capital,” Jinisa explained before caressing the grey woman’s belly. “Of course, she didn’t come alone.”
Hesitating, he dared to meet the woman’s gaze. “May I?” When she nodded, he carefully approached, placing his hand upon her pregnant form. The sensation forced his lips to part, feeling a connection he had never before experienced. His firstborn rested inside, growing, almost calling out to him. For a moment he felt his throat tighten with awed emotions, chuckling.
“More of your former partners shall be returning over the coming days to rest within our walls during the final portion of their pregnancies, though a man’s first child is always…special.” Jinisa clasped her hands together.
“She’s…perfect,” Rixis said, only to realize what he had said. She?
The Arkos chuckled quietly. “Then she requires a name.”
Utterly surprised, he pointed to himself, receiving a nod. Feeling excitement gathering within, his mind sought an answer, thinking of his mother. “Lira.”
“A fine name,” the Dril replied. “I shall keep my eye on her progress. With a little guidance, she may one day become a Commander Lira.”
Rixis smiled, only for his expression to harden when he reached into a pocket, withdrawing a message cylinder. “I could ask for nothing more than to meet her, yet if you’ll permit a further favor, I’d ask you to deliver this. Give it to my brother, Advisor Arovis of Luxi.”
Jinisa squinted. “No word of your survival nor our task here may reach an outsider.”
He shook his head. “I’ve made no mention of myself. Have the agents read it if you’d like. It’s merely an anonymous letter of gratitude from a lost young man who found his purpose. He…should know his words mattered to someone.”
Pondering his request, she nodded. “Very well. Consider it a show of mutual trust between new allies.”
“Then you have my gratitude.” Rixis granted her the message, feeling a weight leave his shoulders.
As he knelt to touch Sanak’s belly once more, granting it a kiss, he closed his eyes, content with his place.
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