Vaid Empire: Legends
A Thief’s Punishment
3rd of Thriduin, 18 AVE.
Kingdom of Vaidrin, Valia.
The sea shimmered in the sun, waves lapping gently against the countless hulls of docked ships. Aela watched them sway in the soft wind from the balcony of the tavern, ignoring the endless noise of the bustling port. She leaned against the railing, savoring the salty breeze flowing through her long hair, as black as her cloak.
Magnificent vessels creaked as sailors hauled cargo from their depths, towering above the docks, though only one caught her eye. It was a smaller ship, holding only a single mast with orange sails, its hull far from glamorous, yet even the largest ship could not compare. After all, it was hers.
Aela frowned, eying the mooring lines restraining the ship tightly to the dock. In truth, it wasn’t her ship quite yet; the current owner had made that more than clear when he laughed at her offer. ‘The Orange Blossom’ continued to sit unsold. If all went well, he wouldn’t laugh at the next.
“There you are. Come, girl. I rented a room,” a voice came from behind. Turning, she saw her contact waiting in the doorway. A squat man, Torax had discarded the expensive robes he had worn during their first meeting, wearing a simple tunic and cloak that did little to stand out from the many patrons within the tavern. “You’re still interested in our talk, aren’t you?”
Nodding, she followed him inside. She maneuvered through the crowd, nimbly sliding past drinking bodies. Sailors laughed as they shared stories, bumping into her. She heard moans as they passed a woman lying on the bar, a lover finding relief between her legs.
The cloak did little to keep an occasional hand from sneaking beneath to caress her rump. A harsh smack was enough to send them retreating, as always.
Moving between two clusters of sailors, temptation forced her fingers around the coin purse hanging from the belt of a stumbling man. She pulled it beneath her cloak as he wandered off, concealing it with the rest, only to discard it with an annoyed scowl when she found it empty.
As they found their way up to the third floor, Torax pulled her into a small room. It appeared empty but for a single bed with a small box placed atop its sheets. Checking and rechecking the door’s lock, he removed his hood. “Did you bring it?”
“Show me the key first,” she replied.
Though clearly annoyed, he reached into his tunic’s pocket. “A perfect replica. You have my word,” he said as he dangled a silver key. “Now, yours.”
Untying a collection of coin purses decorating the belt of her loincloth, she tossed them one by one. Torax’s smile grew with each one he caught.
“Good girl.” He tossed the key into her cupped hands before pouring white imperial coins onto the bed, beginning to count.
Eying the key as if she held her future, she could merely hope he spoke the truth. “And the plans? I upheld my end.”
“Did you? It appears you’re a few coins short,” he gathered his payment.
“You said-”
“I paid for the room, did I not? That comes out of your end.” He gestured to the box. “I brought them all this way. You can study them for the night, as promised, though my price is set.”
Lips tightening, her dagger felt heavy on her belt. She sighed, knowing the blood of an Imperial Architect would draw FAR too much attention. “Show me that you truly brought them, and I’ll pay.”
Torax unlatched the box and threw its lid back. “Be quick.”
Stepping closer, Aela peered inside, seeing thin wooden slabs stacked neatly. She offered a scowl when he stopped her from reaching in, and he retreated with a murmur of annoyance. Carefully pulling out the first, she saw the floorplan of Valia Castle carved into the wood in precise detail.
“Originals,” he said, his tone sounding as if he reminisced.
When she returned the slab, he slammed the box shut. “How much more?”
“These rooms are hardly cheap.” He cupped her chin, a thumb gently rubbing her lips. “My ship departs in the morning, and I will not delay to permit you time to…collect more. Still, I’m sure this pretty mouth has ways to pay me quicker.”
Unamused, Aela sighed. “So be it,” she whispered as she sank to her knees. It was always the same game with these government officials, though she knew how to play.
Torax sat down on the edge of the bed, her head between his legs. Lifting his tunic, she saw his manhood beneath, already growing stiff. Squinting in annoyance, she brushed her lips against the tip, a hand wrapping around the base. A groan escaped him as she took it inside. Remembering her training, she dragged her tongue along the underside of his shaft, one of the few gifts her mother had bothered to teach.
This would’ve been her life. Born inside the imperial harem, her fate had been set, destined to serve as a pleasure slave like her mother within her father’s court. Even a year after her escape, the thought gave her a chill.
“You’re…an artisan,” Torax moaned.
Aela scowled, her mind elsewhere as her head bobbed up and down. His taste did little to distract from the thought of her waiting ship, swaying upon the sea. That was freedom, full sails carrying her far from The Empire. Anywhere in the world would be at her fingertips.
Taking his cock deep, feeling Torax tremble, her scowl softened to a smile. ‘The Orange Blossom.’ Her floating lady would require a new name. She pondered, hardly noticing each skilled movement of her head.
Torax gripped the box for support with a moan. She squeezed the key. There was no other way. Ships were expensive, and High Lord Linnax had more coin than he could ever hope to spend, hoarding his vast wealth within the vault beneath Valia Castle. It was only fair to make him share.
Her tongue was a duelist, making quick work of the Imperial Architect’s manhood. The sooner he finished, the more time she’d have to study his designs. When he began to clench, she moved to pull away, only for a hand at the back of her head to pull her closer. She groaned in annoyance as he finished inside, tasting his seed.
Releasing her, Torax chuckled, watching her wipe her lips in disgust. “Well done. If you ever find yourself in The Capital again, come to me. I may be in the mood to pay for more.”
His eyes studied her legs, making Aela shiver. “If I ever see you again, it’ll be to avenge your lies. You better hope the key works.”
“Easy, girl. It’ll work.” He stood, pulling his hood up before unlatching the box. “You have until morning. I’ll go get a drink. Perhaps I’ll find friendlier company at the bar.”
She ignored a chuckle as he departed, already emptying the box. She placed each wooden slab onto the bed, organizing countless architectural plans. The bones of Valia Castle lay before her, naked, ready to be plucked.
As she peeked out the window, seeing High Lord Linnax’s castle rising from the heart of the city, she smiled, thinking of her ship. The Orange Blossom wasn’t quite right.
“The Orange Flyer,” she whispered. Now, that was a proper name for her beautiful vessel.
6th of Thriduin, 18 AVE.
Kingdom of Vaidrin, Valia.
The night rain poured around Aela, warm on her skin. She pulled her cloak tighter around her slim body, watching guards on patrol from a rooftop. She heard the annoyance in their mutterings, whispered curses at the rain as they trudged through deep puddles lining the paved streets.
Smiling to herself, she eyed the castle looming before her. There would be no going back. In and out, taking as much coin as she required to buy The Orange Blossom and start a new life.
Peering at the steep drop below, she prepared to jump across the gap onto the castle rooftop. It was an oversight, a defensive weakness that had gone unnoticed. After the rise of The Empire, Linnax had greatly expanded his stronghold into a magnificent castle, pressing its walls close to other buildings in the cramped heart of the city. Here, in a single spot, they had built too low, just enough for a nimble thief to hop across from a neighboring rooftop. She did so gladly, her cloak flowing like a shadow in the night.
Atop the castle’s lower portion, she hurried to a row of tall windows that decorated a wall of an upper level. Locked by a latch, she slid her dagger between the windowpanes with a flick. Unlatched, she pushed the window open, creeping inside.
Safe from the rain, she peered around the dark corridor, waiting for her cloak to stop dripping. As expected, the hall was empty but for the quiet echoes of rain against glass.
She carried no torch nor candle. In the darkness, she lifted a finger, concentrating. She had never so much as spoken a word to her father, The God Emperor, but she had inherited his gifts. Born into his harem, she had secretly practiced to use the only thing he had ever granted her, his blood. A tiny flame ignited atop her fingertip, a remnant of his power that flickered in the darkness.
Soft steps walked quietly through the halls as she remembered every turn and corridor of the floorplans. She passed decorative furnishings that were covered in a thin layer of dust. The High Lord had built this wing of his castle to house his children, she had heard, yet when he had only managed to produce a single daughter with his concubines, citizens whispered that their ruler had abandoned the wing in shame.
She crept through the darkness, memorizing the path she had planned. When she reached a locked door that sealed off the empty wing, a lock pick made short work of the barrier before her. It opened into a lounge, candles burning around a shallow pool.
Silently, she snuck through a hallway, hearing the soft echoes of a woman weeping from behind a door ahead. Gritting her teeth, she moved carefully past the room, holding her breath. The floorplan had been clear, for The High Lord’s only daughter had claimed these apartments as her residence.
Slipping by, Aela continued on, finding her way down smaller corridors intended for servants. As she walked, she listened for guards, finding none.
Down one staircase, then another, she moved from floor to floor, descending into the depths of the castle. She felt the weight of the castle above her, a mountain of stone holding her inside, yet she pressed forth. Her prize awaited her, the key to her freedom.
At the end of a long hallway, she approached a pair of towering stone doors. Unguarded, it stood before her, monoliths that could crush her with ease. “Linnax’s vault.”
Squeezing the key, she put a hand against the door, feeling cold stone. Finally, she had reached it. Finally, she would have her Orange Flyer. A mountain of imperial coins and treasure sat just behind, ready to fill her grasp.
Light from her flame flickered off the silver key. She breathed, hoping Torax had spoken the truth. Slowly, she slid it inside the lock. With a twist of her hand, it…jammed.
Breath catching in her throat, it remained stuck, unturning. Feeling her panic rising, she strained, trying to force it to twist. It remained jammed, unmoving. A fake.
“No…”
The sound of footsteps rushing down the corridor drove her panic.
“NO…”
Turning around, she saw guards pouring down the long hallway. Pressing her back against the door, she whimpered, trapped on all sides.
“Seize her!”
She released a wail of defeat, covering her face. As the guards rushed to grab her, she felt her freedom slip from her fingers, The Orange Flyer forever unreachable.
***
Aela pulled against her bindings. She felt cold stone against her bare skin, hands bound behind her back. On her stomach, she lifted her head, seeing nothing through her blindfold but darkness. She rested her cheek against the floor, wanting to weep.
Hours had passed since they had dragged her away. Naked, helpless, she did all she could to calm the beating of her heart.
“You’re a fool, Aela…such a little fool…” she told herself silently, a gag muffling her breaths.
When the squeak of door hinges echoed beside her, she squirmed, bracing for the worst.
“This is our thief?” a deep voice asked.
“Yes, my lord. The man deserves the reward he requested,” a gentle voice replied, feminine and sensual.
“The man deserves to join this one. His freedom is his reward,” the first said. Aela felt a boot prod at her side. “Are you certain of her? She’s one of them?”
“Yes, a Vaidspawn. I sense her blood, my lord, as divine as my own. The key to ending your anguish has fallen into our lap.”
Aela strained in her restraints with a whimper.
“Liria won’t be pleased,” the deeper voice said.
A soft chuckle came as the woman’s reply. “Liria is a dead end. She knows the necessity of this. Besides, you know of her…harsher nature. Perhaps this is a gift you may both enjoy.”
Sighing, the deeper voice rumbled. “So be it. Who am I to discard the counsel of my Sage?”
“Very wise, my lord,” the gentle voice giggled.
When Aela heard the door close once more, she was abandoned to a lingering silence, alone.
9th of Thriduin, 18 AVE.
Kingdom of Vaidrin, Valia.
The worst part of her imprisonment was the endless waiting. Hour after hour of total silence, left to ponder the horrid fate that awaited her. What did they have planned? She continued to struggle, trying to break free as she squirmed on the ground.
Her solitude ended only when a servant brought her food on the second day. “Eat,” had been the girl’s only communication, a hand guiding Aela’s lips to a bowl. She had expected the worst. Instead, she received soup. Neither disgusting nor delicious, it only confused her further. Why did her captors care if a thief starved?
On the third day, she imagined The Orange Flyer outside the walls of her prison. She could almost feel the wheel of her ship, a thought that quivered her lip. How would she ever sail away now?
Finally, she heard the door open once more, expecting soup. Instead, she found strong hands that lifted her from the hard floor, her body aching as she was thrown over someone’s shoulder. Blind, she struggled in his grasp, a hand on her rump. Nude, she felt utterly exposed, knowing everything was on display with her rear raised. She yelped, a harsh spank silencing her muffled protests.
Another door squeaked open before she was placed on her back. The man untied her hands for a mere instant, forcing them roughly above her head. Feeling leather restraints tighten around her wrists, she whimpered as next her legs were forced far apart. Realizing she had been placed on a padded table of some sort, her legs hung over the sides, ankles restrained in place.
Unable to close her legs, with her flexible thighs spread wide, she wanted to cry out for help, knowing none would come to save a thief. The door squeaked again, and she was abandoned to silence.
Waiting, heart pounding, each minute was torture, anticipation tormenting her with horrid thoughts. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t see. She couldn’t beg for mercy. All she could do was wait and hope.
She shivered at the sound of the door. Sensitive skin exposed and helpless, she quivered in her bindings, hearing nothing. She could almost feel eyes upon her, taking in the sight of their prey.
Had she imagined the noise? Was she alone, or did dozens of watchers take in her helpless form? She shifted, wiggling, trying to find a single weakness that would set her free.
She jumped at the feeling of a finger poking her navel, yelping in surprise. It dragged down, tracing across her trembling skin. Her thighs clenched as it ran towards her helpless loins, only to pull away at the last instant. She breathed, fighting her panic.
“Such a pretty body,” a sensual voice echoed in her ear, feeling a warm breath. It was a new voice, a stranger, lips brushing against her. She felt a tongue lick her ear, causing her to pull away. “Oh, don’t resist. You’ll find it’s impossible to escape me.”
A hand glided down Aela’s arm, exploring her side. She strained at the touch, breathing into her gag.
“You’re really one of them, aren’t you?” The hand ventured to brush across her thigh, fingertips tingling across her soft skin. “Of course you are. Only a daughter of The God Emperor could be so…tantalizing. Have you come to replace me?”
Aela frantically shook her head.
“Oh, but you have.” A finger licked up and down her thigh, close enough to her loins to incite a quiver. “Daddy has great plans for you, and I’m cast aside. Poor me.” A chuckle echoed. “Still, I get to take enjoyment in this new arrangement. When you’re not…serving father, you’ll be in my care.”
Her tone made Aela squirm, her touch taunting.
“I suppose you’d like to know who owns you now, don’t you? Very well. I’m not unreasonable.” The hand left her thigh, and a moment later, the blindfold was lifted gently. Aela’s eyes adjusted to the light of flickering candles filling the stone chamber around her, looking up to see a young woman peering down at her with a sensual smirk. She brushed a messy strand of red hair from her cheek, eyes holding no mercy. “You squirm before the presence of Lady Liria of House Liax, daughter of High Lord Linnax. Won’t you bow?”
Aela looked down at her own bound body upon the padded table, heart quickening.
“Oh, don’t look so scared. Your punishment hasn’t yet begun,” Liria said, reaching under the table. She pulled out a crimson feather, holding it for the prisoner to see. “Don’t pretend you don’t deserve this. You tried to steal from our vault, little thief.”
As the feather dragged down her side, Aela frantically pulled against her bindings to get away, eyes widening as she felt her skin tingling powerfully wherever it touched.
“Ah, never encountered a Tilicota feather, have you? It’s quite a cruel little thing, for each bristle releases a powerful aphrodisiac toxin. You can feel it now, can’t you? That agonizing tickle that seems never to stop? It will ease after a few seconds, though not before you’ve tasted more,” Liria explained before flicking the feather across Aela’s exposed underarm.
She thrashed, her cries muffled. She could do nothing to stop her from dragging the feather slowly down her other arm, every inch a deep tickle.
“Squirm for me. Good girl,” Liria teased, the feather licking up and down. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy every second of your suffering, little usurper.”
Aela writhed, trying to get away. She released a panic laugh at the tickling sensation, her underarms vulnerable and helpless. Muffled begging did nothing to save her, entirely under the girl’s mercy.
Liria pulled the feather away, granting her victim a moment to breathe. “Do you want to know what father has planned for you, thief? Any other criminal would be executed and discarded, yet you?” She ran a finger down the prisoner’s belly. “Your blood is special.”
Trembling as the feather neared, Aela nearly squeaked, feeling it drag across her thigh, moving up and down with maddening slowness.
“Even scum like you must’ve heard the rumors of my father’s…failings. Endless nights with each of his concubines, yet only I emerge.” The feather danced up her thigh as Liria spoke, narrowly avoiding her helpless loins as it jumped to the other. “I pitied him when I grew old enough to understand his shame. I wanted to rectify his failings myself, to fill this castle with many little heirs.” Liria bit her lip, her other hand touching her belly with a grimace. “Instead, I discovered that his weakness had passed to me. No matter how many lovers I take, the castle remains empty of children.”
Aela winced at the agony in her torturer’s voice, dreading what it’d earn her. As she strained to close her bound legs, trembling as the feather danced closer and closer to her most sensitive area, she whimpered.
“Yet here you are, a temptress that walks right into our home, bringing that fertile little womb of yours.” A sharp anger flavored her words, dripping with hate. “Everyone knows the benefits of The God Emperor’s blood. You never had to work to bear a child. You never had to weep when none came. You could rest easy at night, knowing all you had to do was spread your legs and your blessed womb would do the rest.”
Trying to raise her hips as if she could escape, Aela muttered a cry, feeling the feather drag over her lower lips. Her labia tingled, her eyes widening at the sensation. It was but a taste, a lingering tickle as the feather fled to her thigh.
“My father isn’t sterile, mind you, not entirely, else even I would never have been born. His seed just needs a little…help.” Liria’s fingers dragged across Aela’s navel, feeling feminine muscles straining. “This little body of yours will be happy to assist him, won’t you? We all know even the weakest seed has its day inside a Vaidspawn’s exceptionally fertile womb.”
Aela thrashed in her bindings as the edge of the feather glided between her lower lips, as if it was a blade slicing across her clit. Her thighs strained to close, her vagina tingling helplessly. She wanted to beg for mercy, to plead for any other fate. What did she know of becoming a mother?
“That’s right, thief. Daddy is going to cum inside this tight body of yours, and you’ll give him a baby.” Liria slowly guided the feather to lick up and down, brushing between Aela’s quivering lower lips. “Oh, but you won’t merely bear one. With a womb this special, he’s going to breed you over and over until this castle is brimming with little heirs.”
Aela wanted to scream. “No…this can’t be happening…this can’t be happening…” her thoughts echoed in panic. For a moment, she was back inside the imperial harem, listening to her mother’s words explaining how, if she was lucky, she’d be sold to a wealthy man one day, trained to bear his children. Shaking her head, she felt the feather’s tip circle her sensitive clit with maddening slowness, its tickling sensation torturing her pink bud. She would NEVER be a slave.
“Don’t cry, thief. Your children shall be High Lords and Ladies. You, on the other hand, shall always be my toy,” Liria said with a smirk, lifting the feather to watch Aela clench her thighs at the lingering sensation. “A fitting punishment, I think. While my siblings fill the halls that should’ve belonged to my descendants, I’ll torture this little pussy of yours as compensation.”
The feather dragged down, granting Aela’s lower lips another taste before venturing up her body. She pulled against her wrist restraints as it danced over her underarm, flicking back and forth without mercy. The tickling mixed with the sensation between her legs, feeling entirely trapped and defenseless as her cries were muffled.
“Yes, scream. I was destined to be The High Lady of Valia! ME! Instead, daddy chooses to pump new siblings into this tempting body of yours.” Liria ran a hand over her own breasts, releasing a warm breath at the sight of Aela’s frantic struggle. “They won’t be broken like me, will they? Father will have the descendants he craves, each carrying this special blood of yours.”
Aela didn’t care about her blood. She didn’t care if her children were High Lords. She merely wanted to sail away, to never again call a single man nor woman master. As she writhed with muffled cries fueled by panic, she fought to escape the tickling feather, her fate spiraling down into an abyss. “No…no!”
The feather glided over her chest, its edge brushing her nipple. She whimpered, feeling it drag down her abdomen, painting across her navel. Her body was Liria’s sensitive canvas, every movement coaxing a twitch.
Liria strolled to the end of the table, standing between Aela’s parted legs. As she crouched, she came face to face with a treasure of her own, seeing juices of interest dampening the girl’s lower lips against her will. “I can’t complain about the quality of my toy, at least. You truly are a temptress. I have no doubt that old fool would’ve paid the entirety of his estate to feel inside this tight body of yours. What was his name again? Torax?”
The mention of the Imperial Architect froze Aela in place, only to squirm as Liria’s fingers parted her vulnerable labia.
“Oh? Were you unaware of his treachery? Whoops,” Liria chuckled, teasing the tip of the feather deeper between her victim’s parted lips. “He came to us the night of your rendezvous, believing he’d receive a reward for his warning. He wanted us to arrest you while you studied his ‘stolen maps’, though father wanted to lure you into our grasp.”
Aela screamed into her gag as hatred flowed through every inch of her. She wanted to rip free, to track Torax down and cut off his cock. She wanted to cry, to close her eyes and wake up in the tavern before she ever made the mistake of trusting his word.
Liria savored her agony, cruelty dripping from her grinning teeth as she circled Aela’s aching entrance. The tip of the feather tickled deeper, her fingers holding the girl’s tight lips apart.
Muffled cries echoed off the stone walls of her prison, knowing she could never escape. Her only freedom was the small movement of her hips, bucking to get away, yet held tightly in place. Her hands clenched into fists, her loins flooding with a tickling sensation she didn’t want.
“What’s worse, the sting of his betrayal, or the feather torturing your little cunt?” Liria asked, dragging the crimson tool across the girl’s clit. Sliding a finger inside her victim’s vagina, she felt Aela clench down as if to push her out. “Such a tight girl. Father shall enjoy putting his baby in you. Will you moan for him, I wonder?”
The intrusion forced a muffled cry, violated by a finger. She felt it wiggle inside her, exploring, tapping at her most sensitive area. Her body reacted against her will, pulsating a deep craving with each gentle rub.
“Moan for me. Go on. Do you believe you’re the first woman to grow wet at my touch?” A second finger joined the first, rubbing inside. The feather cut back and forth across Aela’s clit, each bristle making her want to scream. “You can try to hold back, but I’m going to make this usurping pussy cum for me.”
Aela thrashed, the feather too much to bear, clenching around Liria’s skilled fingers. She begged for mercy, her words nothing more than muffled whimpers that could do nothing to save her.
The feather continued until she trembled, only to move away before Liria’s tongue ventured forth, lapping at her squirming victim’s throbbing bud. She seemed to delight in the taste of her juices, greedily licking in rhythm with her fingers’ movements.
Trying to arch her back, the feeling of another woman’s tongue for the first time felt tantalizingly strange. Aela wiggled, entirely at the mercy of her mouth, hating every ounce of pleasure coursing through her loins.
“Such a lucky little thief you are,” Liria said, savoring her taste. The feather circled Aela’s navel, driving her wild. “I work constantly to maintain my body, yet you? Your father’s blood keeps you fit and perfect forever. It’s truly unfair to the rest of us.”
Aela tried to control her breaths, dragged towards an orgasm she was disgusted by. “Stop…please…I can’t…”
Every lick brought her closer to her limit. Every rub of the fingers within her was a reminder of her place.
“Cum for me and prove that I own this little cunt of yours.” Liria pulled her head back, using only her fingers. When her prisoner began to clench tighter, she pulled away entirely, leaving the girl to squirm helplessly, lingering at the edge of her limit. With a bloodthirsty grin, Liria rushed to her side, returning the feather to Aela’s underarm while her other hand reached to tickle her thigh.
Aela thrashed, breath catching in her throat, her loins pulsing a submissive ache as her body seized. As if fueled by her panic, the tickling pushed her just over the edge of her limit, beginning to shake as her climax began.
“Good girl! Cum! Cum like a slave!” Liria demanded, never stopping her torment.
Aela gasped for breath, every muscle tightening as she suffered the strangest orgasm of her life, untouched between her legs, choking on a panicked moan.
When her pleasure faded, she was left with a deep ache inside her loins, a submissive tingle that felt unsatisfied. Her cries continued, thrashing until Liria mercifully stopped her torment. Aela’s eyes remained wide, wild, an animal searching for any escape from her trap.
The feather offered only a moment of rest before returning between her legs, licking up and down between her soaking labia. “Did you think obedience would earn you a kinder touch? There is no mercy for thieves.”
Sore from overstimulation, her clit felt as though it could scream with each flick of the feather’s tip. She wanted the world to hear her screams, wondering if a single being would come to her rescue. Instead, muffled whimpers echoed off the walls, trapped beneath the castle she had hoped to never see again. She was entirely alone.
“Daddy gives his concubines a great deal of freedom, yet you? A filthy thief will receive only the strictest control. You’ll be a slave in all but name, merely a cunt to torture and breed.”
Aela wanted to weep as she felt Liria’s tongue return. Once more she was pushed towards an orgasm that sickened her, a deep ache clenching inside. Her body wanted to cum, while she wanted only to sail far from her fate.
“House Liax was mine! If this little pussy is going to steal my birthright, I’ll ensure you spend every night begging for mercy,” Liria chuckled before resuming her work, lapping with a skilled rhythm. “This is your life now, your existence, squirming as you cum at my command.”
Once more her back arched. Once more the tongue pulled away, replaced with tickling hands. Aela screamed as she orgasmed, shaking, trembling, once more unsatisfied as she gasped for breath.
Laria straightened, studying her prey with a satisfied smirk. “Oh, this will be magnificent. If you think I’ve been cruel this hour, prepare yourself. You have several to go before morning, and this is only our first night.”
As the feather licked between Aela’s legs, she closed her eyes with a whimper of absolute defeat.
38th of Fonic, 18 AVE.
Kingdom of Vaidrin, Valia.
The sea shimmered in the sun, far away in the distance as Aela peered out the single window of her tower. She watched the tiny figures of ships swaying in the waves.
Her hand touched the soft swell of her pregnancy, the first of many to come. High Lord Linnax had held celebrations after his Sage confirmed he’d soon have a son, and she had heard the city’s cheers from her window. Already a name had been chosen, a future High Lord Linil of House Liax. Her fingers caressed her skin as if in a dream, trembling.
She couldn’t feel the salty breeze of the sea, trapped behind glass. Never had she left the tower but at night, dragged down into the dungeons whenever Liria was in a cruel mood. Even now, the mere thought of a feather made Aela’s legs clench shut.
Her barren mistress had grown particularly sadistic the moment her pregnancy had been confirmed. Her master had grown lustful. Throughout her days, High Lord Linnax made his visits, wetting her new bed from the rocking of his hips between her parted thighs. At night, Aela begged for mercy, nothing more than a pet for Lady Liria to tease and torment.
Now, sitting beside the window, her eyes traced the metal bars wielded outside, caging her in.
Of all the ships below, she found the one with orange sails, single-masted, her Orange Flyer. It had sat there all this time, lashed to the dock, just as trapped as she was. Today, however, she watched the sails unfurled at the command of the ship’s new owner.
The Orange Flyer was gone, forever beyond her reach. There was only The Orange Blossom, sailing off without her.
As it ventured out into the open sea, Aela was left behind, a pregnant pet atop her tower.
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