Vaid Empire: Legends
A Womb For Hire
25th of Twic, 20 AVE.
Kingdom of Domexia, Velexia.
Yaria had visited the estates of many wealthy men. Castle Velexia, however, was where she truly belonged.
The city below the balcony was just as grand, stretching around the curved shore of the nearby lake. She brushed her hair from her slender shoulder, tied into two tails, the blue strands as dark as the shimmering water in the distance. Yes, she could certainly grow accustomed to the splendid view, at least for the next few months.
“My lady, High Lord Fidrin shall see you now,” a voice came from behind. Turning, she was met by the presence of a slave standing meekly in the open doorway. He was polite enough to pretend he hadn’t been staring at her from behind. “Follow me, please.”
“Lead away,” she said, chuckling when her sensual voice brought a blush to his features.
Her hips swayed as they navigated their way through the castle. The loincloth brushed her smooth thighs, concealing little. It had been a gift from a former client, the purple silk intricately detailed and decorated. She savored the memory of him, hoping this Fidrin would be half as enjoyable.
Many of the corridors they ventured through were of new construction. Pristine stone walls and floors gradually gave way to the older hallways of the fortress, for Castle Velexia had been greatly expanded following the rise of The Empire. Fidrin had evidently selected one of the oldest areas of the castle to host their meeting, deep inside the original stronghold structure from which the castle had expanded from. It was fitting, she thought. She could almost feel the ancient eyes of long dead Chiefs watching her as she made her way through the ancient heart of Velexia. Yaria touched her toned midriff. Their legacy would soon rest inside her womb.
Guards waited outside the doors to the personal lounge of their High Lord. At the sight of the gorgeous guest before them, they opened the double doors and parted to make way.
Yaria could sense their interest as their careful gazes traced over her sensual curves. She could feel the need of their loins, sensing their potency. Hardly did she have to concentrate any longer, more than accustomed to sensing the value of potential mates. Her powers had become second nature. The men before her would grant her healthy children, she sensed. The slave guiding her would offer merely a trickle of weak seed. What would Fidrin grant her, she wondered?
Entering, she found her answer.
Candlelight flickered across ancient shelves and tapestries. Darkness clung to every corner of the old lounge, yet sitting near the center of the chamber, she saw the two beings that waited for her as clear as day, one man and one woman.
“Ah, welcome. Come in, come in!” the man greeted her with a charming smile. After dismissing the slave with a harsh wave, he beckoned her forth. “Yaria, was it? Yes, let me have a look at you.”
Eager to obey, she stepped closer, meeting the skeptical gaze of the only other being in the room. Dressed in little more than a black loincloth, Yaria assessed the woman to be Velexia’s local Sage, an appointed advisor to the city’s High Lord, under the command of The God Emperor.
“Ah, the claims of your beauty are proven true.” The man savored the sight of Yaria as she playfully twirled at his command. Every movement was calculated, knowing how best to coax his interest.
“Will you not bow before your High Lord, girl?” the woman asked coldly.
“Velexia isn’t my home,” she replied smoothly, flavoring her words with a hint of defiance, just enough to deepen the woman’s scowl. Unwilling to risk their deal, however, she bowed. “Yet I am honored to stand before Fidrin of House Vela.”
He chuckled as she shot him a smile, her pretty lips testing his loins. He gestured to a seat across from his own. “House Vela is precisely why I’ve summoned your…ah, services. Come. Sit. There is much to discuss.”
She clasped her hands in her lap as she sat down, folding her legs to conceal the alluring prize between her thighs. Yaria watched his curious gaze travel over her feminine thighs as the candlelight danced across her fair skin. He could look all he liked. If he wanted more, he knew her price.
“Now, the matter of my heir is of-”
“My lord, we don’t yet know if she is even worthy to waste our time discussing such things,” the woman interrupted.
Fidrin’s proud smile grew firm as he regarded her. “Mind your place in the presence of our guest, Oulin,” he reminded her calmly.
Just as he studied Yaria, she studied him in return. It was a relief to find quite a handsome man before her, his brown hair and beard trimmed short, hints of his healthy form showing beneath his tunic. Even in anger, his noble features remained regal. She couldn’t help but grin to herself, her thighs subtly shifting. Yes, she was going to enjoy this quite a bit.
“Forgive her. Divine Mother Oulin here doesn’t entirely believe the claims sent to us by your former clients.” He stroked his beard. “I’m hardly one to discard her wisdom.”
“I assure you, my lord, that everything they say about me is true.” Yaria flashed a sensual grin.
“You are indeed a Vaidspawn, then?” he asked, receiving an annoyed glance from Oulin. The Sage could surely sense their shared blood already.
Yaria nodded, as if the mere sight of her beauty was evidence enough. As one of the countless illegitimate daughters of The God Emperor, she was utterly divine, every inch of her flawless body coaxing his obvious interest.
“May I see a demonstration?” he asked politely, yet his eyes glimmered with eager curiosity.
She shrugged, lifting a hand. With concentration, she manifested a tiny spark of electricity between two fingers. It was a hint of her power, an echo of The God Emperor’s blood in her veins.
Oulin scoffed. “Any Acolyte of The Order of The Sages can manifest such a tiny glimpse of power.” As a Vaidspawn herself, like all Sages, Oulin had certainly trained to coax powerful webs of lightning from her fingertips that would easily put Yaria’s demonstration to shame. “If that’s all you’re capable of, I might as well lend my womb to The High Lord myself.”
“Ah. Right to the matter at hand, then,” Yaria thought to herself. She maintained her sensual demeanor, every word oozing smoothly from her pretty lips when next she spoke. “My powers are untrained, yes, though I didn’t come all this way to impress High Lord Fidrin with mere tricks of my fingers. I came to offer my womb.” She watched him twitch at the word, and she granted him a playful smile. “When powerful men desire powerful heirs, they seek me out.”
Though Oulin opened her mouth to reply, Fidrin offered a question first as he sat with steepled fingers. “We received word from four of your previous…ah, clients. Just how many men have you served?”
“I serve no one, my lord,” she chuckled. “Though you’ll be the fifth that I’ve sealed such deals with. Like them, I shall permit you to get me pregnant, and in exchange, you’ll allow me to reside in your castle in luxury until I give birth to your heir.”
He eyed her body with a hungry amusement, for no evidence of her previous births tainted her flawless beauty. “A fair trade.”
“I ask that you send word of the health of your future heir to my neighboring men of note as well,” she added. “After all, the men before you have all been quite wealthy, yet you’re the first High Lord I’ll take to bed. Word of your satisfaction would be most…convincing.”
A shiver of lust ran through Fidrin as she smiled, and he turned to Oulin. “The others did speak of the impressive power their heirs inherited from her blood. I think she’s the one.”
Oulin flicked a black strand of hair from her stern face. “It is a privilege to bear the heir of a High Lord. We must be certain.”
He nodded. “Indeed.” Offering an apologetic smile, he turned to regard Yaria. “Oulin here will have to confirm your claims herself. Please, lie down. This shall only take a moment.”
Annoyed, though more than accustomed to Sage skepticism, she moved to a long cushion against a wall, easing onto her back. The twin tails of her hair flowed down her breasts, round yet modest mounds that were held by her silky top, cut above her navel.
Oulin knelt beside her, placing a hand upon Yaria’s midriff. Neither woman was pleased to touch the other, yet they remained silent as Oulin closed her eyes to concentrate.
Yaria watched her stern lips gradually ease in surprise before opening in shock, gasping.
“My lord…” Oulin’s eyes flashed open. “Her blood…her womb…it’s incredible…”
He stood from his chair in anticipation. “Meaning? Speak plainly for us mere mortals.”
She ignored his teasing tone, summoning him closer. When he reached her side, she took his hand, concentrating once more. “Your souls…they feel…highly compatible. If you impregnate this girl, your heir shall be extraordinary.”
“Hence why you’ll permit me to command your slaves and servants during my stay in Castle Velexia, and why you’ll grant me gifts until I grow bored of your generosity.” Yaria brushed aside Oulin’s hand, looking up at Fidrin. “You won’t find a better womb to conceive your heir, my lord.”
It was a simple thing to conceal her relief. Though the potential of her blood was indeed powerful, not all men were as compatible as others.
As she stood, Fidrin’s hunger was plain across his features as his gaze ran curiously over her delectable form. He wanted to get her pregnant. “If what Oulin claims is true, you’ll have all that and more.”
“Why delay?” She stepped closer, daring to run a hand over his chest, watching him shudder in arousal. “Every second we waste is a second I could have spent growing your heir.”
He took her hand, feeling her soft touch. “A tempting thought.”
“How…” Oulin regarded her in thought. Long gone was her scowl, replaced with cautious eyes of awe. “How did you escape the notice of the Sages? With such powerful potential in your blood, The Order would be thrilled to have you join our ranks.”
Yaria dismissed the notion as she brushed one of the tails of her hair from her shoulder. “So others have said.” She held up a hand when Oulin tried to speak. “Don’t waste your breath. I’ve heard all of the arguments you Sages make to join you before.” Why serve one High Lord when she could lay with any that benefited her? Why obey the command of The Supreme Mother when she could make her own way?
Gently taking her chin, Fidrin chuckled. “A tragic loss for The Sages, though not for me. Now, as much as it’s tempting to seal our deal here and now, the conception of my heir deserves to be done properly.” He gestured to the door. “I shall summon a slave to guide you to my quarters. Make yourself at home, for I shall join you shortly.”
She felt a tingle between her legs at his touch, yet she nodded. “As you wish, my lord.” Running a finger down his chest, a hunger filled her eyes as it narrowly avoided his groin. “Though don’t take too long. I’ll be waiting.”
***
The personal bedchamber of The High Lord was nothing short of magnificent. Stone walls were decorated with the blue hanging banners of House Vela. Lounging cushions were placed around small pools of tranquil water, cool to the touch as she dipped her toe. Against the far wall, however, rested her fate, for Fidrin’s grand bed awaited her ambitions. She climbed onto the blue sheets, pulling the thin silk that canopied the bed to surround her.
She was high atop the castle now. Fidrin had made his home at the peak of the newest tower looming over the central structure, like a thick pillar resting above the old stronghold core buried beneath.
Every moment of waiting coaxed a slight dampness between her thighs at the knowledge of what approached. Lying upon her back, she chuckled to herself, delighted as she enjoyed the comfortable bed. She could certainly grow accustomed to such luxury.
A hand rested upon her belly as she thought of her previous successful deals. Four children sired by four men were out in the world, heirs to their fathers’ wealth. This child, however, would stand to inherit a throne. She couldn’t be more pleased.
Yaria stirred at the sound of the door creaking open. Kneeling upon the sheets, she saw the silhouette of a man through the silk canopy. She knew he could see her in return, her curves surely outlined, luring him forth.
When the silk was pulled aside, she met the father of her future child once more.
A finger beckoned him closer. He discarded all but his tunic before mounting the bed. A virile predator approached, yet she didn’t retreat, her lips parting when he caressed her cheek.
“What a divine gift you are.” His thumb brushed her lips, challenging her with his gaze.
She met him with a challenge of her own, a sensual smile flavoring her defiance. “You’ve yet to see all of me.” She gently grabbed the fabric of his tunic. “Yet first, I’d see the man that intends to put a baby in my belly.”
He offered no resistance as she undressed him. With the truth of him exposed, she couldn’t help but bite her lip, pleased with what awaited her.
“Ah, so this is the manhood of a High Lord?” She ventured to run a finger up the shaft hanging before her. When it twitched, she smiled. “How eager. Perhaps it knows its purpose is to breed me.”
“Yet as you say, I’ve yet to see the source of my heir.” Reaching forth, he guided her closer, hands upon her childbearing hips. The touch of her fair skin sent an ache through his loins, softer than anything he had ever encountered. Many prayed to The God Emperor as their deity. Perhaps Yaria truly was a goddess herself.
She savored his exploring hands with a coy glance. “Don’t be hasty. There is more to me than what awaits your seed.” Yaria reached up and removed her top with a sensual slowness, gradually revealing her perky chest. Kneeling together, her slender back was straight and proud, presenting herself with a smile that held no ignorance of her beauty. She wanted him to crave, to throb, to yearn until he sealed their deal.
The sight of her stirred his loins as his hands sought the display before him. Even in his desire he remained regal, awaiting her nod before cupping the soft flesh of her round breasts. “Utter perfection…”
As he leaned in to kiss her, she put a finger to his lips. The apology upon her sensual features was as intoxicating as the rest of her. “You purchased my womb, not my heart.” Leaning forward, she gently bit his neck. “Tonight, we won’t make love. We’ll breed.”
Chuckling, he eased her gently onto her back, maneuvering her legs far apart. “So be it.” A fertile goddess rested before him, every inch of her a perfect artwork, as if designed to coax his lust. The loincloth sat between her smooth thighs, draped over her hidden treasure that lured his obsession. A hint of dampness summoned by her anticipation wetted the purple silk until it clung to her lower lips, outlining her sex. His manhood throbbed at the sight as a careful hand glided up her inner thigh.
She ran a hand over her navel as his fingers brushed the edge of her loincloth. “If you possessed the senses of a Vaidspawn, you’d be able to smell just how fertile I am, my lord. My body craves your seed. Go on. Reveal what you purchased.” She inhaled, taking in the sweet pheromones of her own loins, her young body sexually ripe for conception.
A curious finger slipped beneath the fabric. Pulling the damp loincloth aside, he shuddered with delight at the sight, his primal instincts flaring. “Once more your perfection is proven.” He hesitated, as if the vagina before him was too delicate to touch, an intricate artwork, yet his temptation proved too great. When he dragged a finger lightly over her pink labia, his lips parted in desire. “You are…divine.”
Yaria’s low moan spoke of her tingling anticipation as she savored his touch. Her legs remained far apart, inviting him inside. She felt her lower lips quiver as he dared to brush her sensitive bud. It was merely a taste, enough to make her tunnel clench as she yearned for more.
His touch served little more than to tease her. When he leaned down, supporting himself over her, the fine hair of his beard tickled the skin of her chest. “If I cannot kiss you, I shall taste you,” he said before his tongue met her breast.
She chuckled in surprise, only to moan as he found her waiting nipple. Firm and pink, it was helpless to defend against his mouth. “Ahh…my lord…” She smiled to herself at his eagerness. This man wouldn’t be content to merely pump his seed inside her. This man sought to claim her. “Seeking to suckle…ahh…at the mother of your future heir yourself?”
Her giggle was enchanting, hardening his manhood further as his tongue flicked over her nipple. He took the firm bud into his mouth, sucking, feeling her shift in lust beneath him when he gently tapped his teeth together.
Yaria’s hips subtly rose as if begging for his touch. The High Lord between her legs was no virgin boy, but a man with obvious experience. She wondered how many pretty slaves had moaned beneath him as she did now. She wondered how many lowborn bastards he had put in their bellies. It would matter little, for the baby he’d soon give her would rule over them all.
A noble hand crept between them. As his mouth continued its work, Fidrin’s fingers sought the wetness aching between her thighs. When he brushed her lower lips, inhaling before venturing inside, she moaned as his fingers slid into her squeezing tightness.
His hot breath spoke of his satisfaction at what he felt inside. Even upon his fingertips, the loins beneath him felt divine, unique, the pleasing texture something he had never felt inside any other woman. His manhood throbbed as he found her most sensitive area, beginning to rub as she uttered a soft groan.
Fidrin was nothing like her first client, a man who simply pushed himself inside until he filled her with his seed. The High Lord knew what her body required, becoming his instrument as she reacted softly to every touch. Pleasure coaxed her juices as they drenched his hand. Her womb craved to bear his child. When she could endure her anticipation no longer, she pushed her hips up to meet him. “My lord…slide inside. Put your heir in my belly.”
Granting her nipple a final lick, he peered up to meet her hungry eyes, his gaze dripping with need. The grin of a predator claimed his lips as his fingers left her sex, soaked by her sweet juices.
A moan oozed lightly from her as Fidrin began to rub his manhood against her entrance. The shaft glided over her lower lips. Her need drenched his cock. “Yes…put it inside. Breed me.”
“As you wish.” Pushing the tip of his manhood against her sex, their eyes continued to duel, challenging each other. The High Lord lost, however, for as he began to slowly ease himself inside, she was delighted to watch every little detail of the absolute ecstasy flickering upon his face. A deep groan echoed through the bedchamber as he slid inside inch by inch by inch, aided by her dampness.
Never had he felt such pleasure. Never had he moaned with such abandon at a single thrust. The otherworldly inner texture of her vaginal canal stimulated every inch of his cock, feeling as if countless feathers caressed his manhood. “Oohhh…” he moaned, holding her tightly as he fought to endure, unable to stop himself from pushing as deep as he could reach. With his cock pressed against her limit, he trembled in satisfaction. “You’re a goddess…”
Yaria could never grow tired of watching men succumb to the pleasure between her legs, yet the feeling of his length and girth nearly defeated her in return. Her lips parted as a breath was trapped in her throat, her head falling back before she freed the air in her lungs with a deep groan. Her second client had been a vigorous lover, yet his tiny cock had offered her little despite his efforts. Fidrin, however, filled her until she felt she’d stretch.
Hardly did he dare to move. Hardly did he dare to breathe. Savoring the divine vagina squeezing his manhood, he felt his tip pressed firmly against her cervix, at the very entrance to the womb he sought to claim.
Finally, seizing his resolve to endure, he began to thrust. He moved in a slow, gentle rhythm, his hand quivering as he gripped the sheets beneath them. Overstimulating pleasure erupted throughout his shaft with every movement, as if her sex sought to milk him.
Yaria surrendered to his control. She felt a longing each time he pulled back and moaned softly each time he pushed himself deep. His hips rocked between her legs as she delighted in the bliss pulsating through her body.
Seeking hands sought to grasp something tangible, finding her breasts. He nearly worshiped her body, the vessel that would birth his heir, obsessing in every detail. His fingers gently grasped the soft flesh of her mounds. The feminine shape of them in his palms coaxed his desire further.
“Oohh…my lord…get me pregnant…” she demanded, moving her hips to match his rhythm.
Fidrin couldn’t help but close his eyes, saying a silent prayer, wishing to thank The God Emperor for siring such a flawless beauty. Every instinct begged to impregnate the gorgeous body beneath him. Every primal urge screamed to drain his seed deep into her fertile body. The divine blood running through her veins would bless his child, conceiving a being worthy of upholding his legacy.
“A son…or a daughter?” Yaria asked through her enjoyment.
Fidrin moaned. Most citizens now knew Vaidspawns could train to will their wombs during conception to make either a male or female, as taught by Supreme Mother Vixin of The Sages. The strange power resting inside the lover beneath him dazzled his interest, utterly intrigued.
“I’ll give you a son…ahh…that’ll inherit this glorious cock of yours,” she teased. “Or a daughter…ahh…that shall inherit the divine cunny that’s clenching around your shaft…”
Once more he groaned, indecision mixing with his bliss. He felt her breasts, perfectly sculpted to drive him to madness.
“Our son would…ahh…stand strong, as powerful and commanding as my holy father. Men…ahh…would bow at his feet.” She grabbed his hand, guiding it to slide down her side to feel the alluring curves of her body. “Our daughter would be…ahh…as enchanting and irresistible as I am. Men would whimper and beg…ahh…for a single glance at her flawless body, proclaiming their love and submission.”
His hand trembled as he savored the feeling of her ultra-soft skin. His loins ached to cum deep inside her.
“What shall it be…ahh…my lord? A strong son…ahh…or a fertile daughter.”
His manhood throbbed, his hips bucking, sliding in and out of her tightness. The feeling of her curves was nearly too much to bear. Peering down, the sight of her beauty was a memory he couldn’t possibly forget. “A…daughter,” he whispered. His seed screamed inside him, desperate to sire the flawless enchantress she promised. “Tiria…”
The name was familiar. She hadn’t come to Castle Velexia blindly. Yaria had learned what kind of man she’d face, learning of his family, their history, ensuring she wasn’t stepping into a fortress that didn’t intend to release her. She had known the man between her legs upheld his promises long before she permitted him to slide inside of her. Now, as pleasure echoed through her loins each time his tip tapped hard against her cervix, she recalled a tale of his sister, a young Tiria, tragically perishing during childbirth. She caressed his face. “A future High Lady Tiria it is…ahh…my lord…”
He groaned at the thought, enduring the exquisite tightness squeezing around his cock. Every thrust pushed him closer to the edge of his limit, her loins testing his endurance more than any other women he had ever enjoyed.
“Cum inside me…ahh…my lord! Put little Tiria in my belly!”
Every desire urged him to obey. The thought of impregnating her was too tempting to endure. The utter ecstasy running through his cock, however, was a sensation he didn’t want to end. As her loins milked his manhood to the very brink of his orgasm, he decided within an instant that he was far from done.
Her eyes opened in surprise as he yanked his shaft from her loins. Yaria missed his presence, feeling empty without his stretching girth. Confused for only a moment, she smiled sensually when he brushed her lips with his thumb.
“The night is young, yet I need a moment to recover. Come. I’ve had my taste of you. Now, it’s your turn.” He knelt before her, his manhood hanging heavily, wet with her juices. Free of her blissful loins, the approach of his finish slowly faded, permitting him more time.
She was too intrigued to refuse. Maneuvering onto her stomach, she gripped the cock that had threatened to stretch her, its surface warm from being inside her. With a teasing grin, she granted it a lick, closing her eyes as she delighted in his pleasant scent.
The tip brushed her lips before she slowly permitted it inside. She would not kiss him, yet somehow the act seemed less intimate. She could taste her own vaginal juices coating his shaft as she began to suck, making her loins tingle at the knowledge that the cock in her mouth would soon breed her.
Fidrin caressed the twin tails of her dark hair, the color of the deep ocean. Her mouth was as blissful as the rest of her, yet she seemed to know precisely where to lick to permit his arousal to fall back within his control. His body demanded to cum, yet he held back.
She tasted the cock that would get her pregnant. She sucked the manhood of the future father of her daughter. Her tongue ran up his shaft as she glided him out of her mouth, ready for more.
The front of her had been a sight any man would obsess over. Now, he wanted to see her back. He forced her gently to turn around, maneuvering her onto her hands and knees.
Biting her lip, she waited with her rump in the air, presenting herself to her breeder. She chuckled as he granted her a gentle spank, wiggling her rear to tempt him further. “Mate with me, my lord. I’m waiting…”
Every second of delay was a torture. He could go no longer without feeling her blissful tightness once more. Lining his tip with her lower lips, he pushed forward to sink himself deep into her clenching embrace. He held her hips, groaning loudly as he reclaimed his rightful place inside her.
She threw her head back in pleasure as he hilted her. “Yes…my lord, my womb is yours!”
The feeling of her childbearing hips in his grasp made his loins tingle. Every inch of her seemed to be created to breed, to reproduce, drawing his every desire. He could find no fault. He could find no defects. Every inch, every curve, every tantalizing detail was an idle example of the female form. Nothing would stop him from getting her pregnant.
“Knock me up…my lord!” she begged. She’d serve no man, yet bent over on her hands and knees, she couldn’t help up yearn to submit to his seed.
Another spank lightly reddened her rump as he watched the firm flesh lightly jiggle. His daughter would inherit her exceptional rear. Reaching down, his fingers caressed her womanly thigh, the perfect shape to make him groan. His daughter would inherit her gorgeous legs.
“Give me your seed…ahh…my lord,” she moaned. “Put little Tiria in my belly!”
Fidrin couldn’t help himself as he took the twin tails of her hair in his grasp. As if holding reins, he granted her a gentle tug, hearing her gasp in surprise. Never would he hurt her. As she moaned for more, however, he pulled.
Eyes fluttering with every deep thrust, she gripped the sheets. His pace increased to match his need. His cock pounded against her cervix, sending a spark of pleasure ripping through her each time.
He would ensure the legacy of House Vela lived on. She would carry the future ruler of Velexia in her womb. With every hard thrust, every moan, every gentle yank of her hair, he intended to continue the bloodline of his ancestors, his seed ready to claim the beauty before him.
“Knock me up…my lord! You purchased…ahh…my womb. Now, use it!”
Once more his limit approached. Yanking her hair, hearing her moan, he knew he couldn’t resist it again. His seed would not hold back. “It’s…time…”
“Yes!” She didn’t resist as he forced her to roll over onto her back, moving frantically to resume their pleasure quickly. As he lifted her legs, she demonstrated the flexibility of her divine body as they were pushed against her chest. Yaria hugged her thighs, holding them as Fidrin drove his cock deep inside her sex for a third time.
Grabbing her legs to support himself, the position allowed him to rock his hips inside her with deep, swift motions. He moved with urgency as his pleasure threatened to consume him. Never had he felt such an obsession for a woman. For the moment, he was no longer a High Lord. He was no longer Fidrin of House Vela. He was merely a cock seeking to unleash his sperm into a fertile, warm vagina.
“Yes! I’m going to…” She felt her body growing tight, clenching, preparing for an approaching climax of her own. “Oohh Fidrin…tell your daughter that you made her mother scream! Tell Tiria that her mother begged for your seed!”
A second more would be his end.
“GET. ME. PREGNANT.”
Pushing his cock as deep as it would go, pressing hard against her cervix, he trembled as his seed began to spurt from his cock in thick ropes. Their combined cries of pure ecstasy echoed loudly through the bedchamber, matching the explosion within their loins.
The warmth flooding her womb was the final pleasure she required. The tension in her body snapped, erupting into a blinding flash of bliss as she found her orgasm.
Never had such utter satisfaction tortured his cumming loins, as if the deepest of his primal urges screamed in celebration. His entire body shook, quivering, threatening to shatter his mind.
When at last their climaxes broke, mercifully releasing them from consuming pleasure, their bodies fell limp.
He missed the bliss of her vagina the moment his cock left her. Rolling onto his back beside her, they savored the pulsating euphoria of the aftermath of their passion.
It required every ounce of his strength to move. Grabbing a small cushion, he forced her to lift, positioning the cushion to keep her hips elevated.
“You…you don’t need to…do that,” she said, though obeyed all the same. As a Vaidspawn, they both knew she’d get pregnant from a single drop of potent seed. Yaria wouldn’t complain, however, for the position allowed her to feel his warm seed pooling pleasantly against her cervix.
The deed was done, yet neither wanted to shatter the moment.
Savoring the certainty of her pregnancy, she reached over to take his hand, guiding it to hold her belly. “I can feel it…my lord. Your seed is eager.” She nearly purred in satisfaction. “You’re going to get me pregnant tonight.”
His fingers quivered in desire. His loins ached and burned with satisfaction, thinking of the future High Lady Tiria that would one day sit upon his throne.
Gently caressing herself in thought, ready to claim her promised luxury for the next few months, she was snapped from her delight when the door began to open. Confused, she watched Oulin stride inside.
“My lord, I sensed your finish,” the Sage said. When she glanced at Yaria, her sneer was long gone, replaced with a new respect after assessing her power. “If it remains your wish, I shall bless the conception of your heir.”
Yaria refrained from rolling her eyes, far too satisfied to allow her annoyance to take hold. Remembering the woman’s former scorn, however, she did nothing to conceal herself. Instead, she offered a teasing smile to the woman, a stranger, a half-sister only by blood. Reaching down, she parted her labia, letting a content moan ooze softly from her lips as she presented proof of their deed.
Jealousy was obvious in Oulin’s blushing features, yet she gave no voice to her thoughts. Instead, she obeyed her High Lord’s commands. Moving her hand to hover above Yaria’s belly, she traced the symbol of a crescent moon in the air as she said a quiet prayer to The God Emperor and The Creator.
Yaria hardly listened. Instead, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his seed deep inside her, taking joy in knowing she was conceiving a future ruler.
19th of Senin, 20 AVE.
Kingdom of Domexia, Velexia.
The tranquil sounds of waves rolling gently up the beach beside the lake reached the pavilion nearby. Lounging upon a long cushion as she listened, Yaria relaxed, caressing her round belly as she peered at the city far on the opposite side of the lake.
A blue shawl of thin silk decorated her shoulders, embroidered with the symbol of House Vela. Golden jewelry decorated her hands, arms, and ankles. All were gifts of High Lord Fidrin. The gift she’d offer in return brought a motherly smile to her face as she lovingly rubbed her pregnant swell.
“It’s almost time, my little High Lady,” she thought to herself.
Fidrin rose from his place nearby, kneeling at her side. Kissing her belly, his regal features held a subtle sorrow. “This moment doesn’t have to end.” There was hope in his tone. It seemed he wished to continue the discussion they’d been having for days. “As my concubine, I’d build you a magnificent ship. You could savor the waves to your heart’s content.”
“A ship confined to the lake, cut off from the sea,” Yaria thought to herself. She chuckled. “This moment is indeed temporary. Apologies, my lord, though our time together nears its end.”
He rose, his nod holding no bitterness. “You must forgive me for trying, at the very least.” He offered a charming smile. “Yet duty demands my hand. Perhaps I’ll find you tonight.”
As he departed for the castle, walking through the ring of guards protecting the pavilion, she giggled at the feeling of a kick in her womb. Fidrin’s daughter was eager to claim her birthright. Yaria caressed her belly with a soothing voice. “Rest, child. You still have a few days.”
As did she. No doubt Fidrin would permit her to stay as long as she required, yet already her ambitions called her elsewhere. Word of The High Lord’s heir had spread through the nobility of nearby cities. Oulin assessed her daily, monitoring the child’s health, sensing little Tiria in her womb. Her astonishment at the future heir’s power never ceased to amuse Yaria, yet the reports Oulin shared with her sister Sages in neighboring cities held far more value. They knew of Yaria’s worth, of her success. When offers began to arrive for her services, she had thanked Fidrin every following night, her legs parted and his cock knocking on her cervix to greet their unborn daughter.
Still her loins tingled from the previous night. She’d certainly miss this vigorous High Lord.
“Salrin,” she muttered quietly, tasting the name of a massive city far to the south. Its High Lord had recently lost his favorite concubine during childbirth. Though the tale was tragic, the offer she had received was generous. Tapping her lip in thought, she decided she’d ease the man’s grief by granting him a replacement heir.
Once more she felt a kick.
“Yes, Tiria. You’re going to have another brother or sister soon, my sweet little High Lady.”
She turned her attention back to the lake, savoring her final days in Velexia.
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