Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 76

Vaid Empire: Conquest is a massive fantasy series that aims to mix erotica with the quality of a published novel. New chapters and artwork are released every month for free, with the completely optional possibility to receive early access on the official Vaid Empire Website. The Series focuses heavily on worldbuilding, story, and characters.

The world of Ayphieal is shattered and chaotic, with kingdoms and tribes of six distinctive races vying for territory amongst themselves. It is only when a young human warrior finally pushes back against the chaos that the world begins to shift towards order.

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23rd of Twic, 15 AVE.

Kingdom of Harin, Winexia.

"A catastrophe..." Clin said as he dropped the message cylinder onto the floor, running his hands through his blond hair. He wanted to tear it all out yet calmed himself as he saw Hesin's peering eyes from across the map table. A deep sigh eased from his lips as he supported himself on his knuckles, feeling as if the world were beginning to spin. "Our scouts report sightings of wreckage and bodies flowing downstream, and still we hear no word from Kisrin. This is..."

"Yes, a catastrophe. You mentioned that," Hesin replied. The only other person in the command tent outside the besieged city of Winexia, his voice sounded metallic behind his mask. "I wonder if our Princess Cendra shall return to us."

Peering across the table, Clin met the eye of his fellow advisor. Was he smiling behind that mask? A viscous grin from ear to ear? Ever unreadable, it was impossible to tell for certain. Clin clenched his fists harder. "We've had our differences, yet if you gloat now..."

"I'm sorry for your loss." The assassin's posture remained still. "Your boy Cliax doesn't deserve to lose his mother. No boy does. Seeing as Salduin isn't here, I'll try to pray for Cendra's safe return, however useless that'll be."

Momentarily stunned, Clin found himself wordless. In the end, he cleared his throat and eased his muscles. "That... would be very kind of you."

"For your boy," Hesin said coldly before the tent's entrance opened. The God Emperor stormed inside like a raging typhoon, hands open as if they were claws readying to strike at whatever disturbed him.

The advisors remained frozen as Dominax approached Clin, grabbing his shoulder. His silver eyes burned into his own, containing an agony that threatened to consume them all. Their ruler's deep voice came harshly. "I sense her, Clin. She lives. I know the extent of her love for you, and so I shall make you a promise. Wherever she is, she shall return."

Behind them, the tent opened once more to allow Irith inside. She hurried over to her mate, placing her hand upon his forearm. "My love... I'm so sorry! I just heard. I can't imagine your worry. We'll continue to send scouts until Cendra is-"

Dominax brushed her hand away, turning to her with a calm coldness. "I stated she wasn't ready. The risks were clear, yet I placed my trust upon our bond and acted against my better judgment. That shall never again occur."

Irith's lips parted as she struggled to reply. "Surely you don't blame me for-"

"My daughter lives. She shall return, or she shall perish," he cut her off, his words dripping with disgust. "Either outcome shall be of your doing, my love."

The rage in his tone was a dagger to Irith's belly, unable to keep the devastation from her expression. She said nothing as he tore through the entrance, leaving the trio in silence.

"I'm sorry, my lady," Clin said as he moved closer. "He-"

"He's in pain. He doesn't mean what he says," Irith replied quickly, regaining control over her emotions. "I'll tend to Cliax. Whatever assistance you require with him I shall provide."

Clin nodded in gratitude before thanking her. He looked to the map carved into the table, seeing Kisrin. A tightening of his chest forced him to grit his teeth, trying to calm himself. "She'll return... my lady. I know it."

25th of Twic, 15 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

"Well? Are you prepared?" Lalian asked. He stood before the doors to the hallway. At his side, Anthara knew the corridor led from his tower into the rest of The Grand Pyramid.

"Are you? This is quite a show of trust," she replied. Dressed in her green shawl, she touched where a long chain was connected to the tight collar locked around her neck. She contained her irritation, feeling like a pet on a leash as Lalian held the other end of the chain.

He hesitated as he touched the door, granting her a final glance as he dared to meet her eyes. "My trust is a calculated risk. Don't make me look foolish by breaking it."

Her expression eased as she saw the worry in his eyes. He pushed open the door and they were on their way. For the first time in months Anthara departed the tower of her imprisonment.

It had required quite a while to convince himself, yet today, Lalian permitted her to accompany him as he went about his duties. The cruelty of keeping her locked away was never far from his mind, and notably, she would need to be exposed to life within The Empire if she were to join them. Even that was quite a large if.

Anthara strode proudly at his side, doing her best to ignore the curious eyes of those they passed. Servants hurrying about the decorated white halls bowed their heads in respect towards Lalian, yet their gazes burned into her skin. She felt them, these humans, gawking at her as if she were a rare animal.

They followed the many twists and turns of the internal structure within the gigantic fortress, and she began to wonder just how Lalian knew where he was going. Every turn they took, every long flight of stairs they ascended, her awe of the place steadily grew.

"If you've offered a lie by claiming to have designed this... mountain, I'd be quite disappointed," she muttered.

"Such was the truth. Whatever the extent of my weaknesses, you'll find few here." He tapped the side of his head with a smile.

They continued until they reached a large door. The guards permitted their entry, bowing before her captor. Lalian led her into what appeared to be a large workshop of sorts, its floor lined with tables and shelves of various sizes and purposes. Wooden slabs with odd designs carved into their surfaces were scattered throughout the room in neat collections, accompanied by various stone and wood sculptures in the shape of tiny structures and statues. Men and women went about their duties quietly, pausing only to glance at her.

Swallowing as curiosity began to claim her, Anthara looked around as Lalian summoned the workers into a group around them. To her surprise, she watched him address his subordinates with enthusiasm, receiving their reports and discussing corrections upon several designs. Here, surrounded by fellow architects, the nervous little Lanthian was gone, replaced by an artist discussing his craft. She couldn't help but smirk.

They visited three other identical workshops, each focused on several different projects. She watched Lalian closely, seeing the way others followed his every word with close attention. Most stared when they first saw her, of course, and she couldn't help but feel a sting of embarrassment as they eyed her collar. Still, she wouldn't grant them the honor of seeing her blush.

"Ah, now this is a singularly exciting occasion," Lalian said as they departed the final workshop. He closed a message cylinder as they walked, having been delivered by one of his workers. "It appears our next meeting is with the owner of Niria's quarry."

"Exciting, Lalian?" She avoided meeting the gaze of a servant as they walked. A human Administrator passed them next, showing no discretion as his eyes traveled down her exposed green legs with interest. "So you say..."

Her doubts were brushed aside when they reached the throne room. Entering through one of the side entrances, her lips parted as she took in the sight. Not since the day of her capture had she been brought back into the magnificent chamber, yet never could she forget what she had seen. The white pillars, the water, the vegetation, the golden throne. Even the human women lounging about the room, their bare bodies a testimony to the power of their master. She couldn't help but bite her lip, more than a little curious to meet this so-called God Emperor of Lalian's.

Men and women of obvious wealth went about their day, passing through the busy chamber. The presence of the harem removed some attention from her, yet dozens of eyes still snuck a glance or openly stared. A child of a visiting High-Lord asked to touch her wings before her father pulled her away. Not all were human, and when they passed by an Arkos trader, she received a harsh glare. Anthara met it with one of her own.

Their contact waited by the gigantic open main doors, dwarfed by their size. A large man in a robe of vivid orange, he greeted Lalian with respect. She watched as Lalian granted him several small wooden slabs, hearing them discuss measurements. She understood more than enough of their tongue to know when they were haggling over price and was surprised to see Lalian hold his ground. The large man bowed in respect as their business was concluded, and once more she found herself amused as Lalian led her away.

"I've placed an order for a particularly special project. When The God Emperor returns, he'll find a suitable monument to his victory," Lalian explained with enthusiasm.

As they walked towards the side doors, Anthara's chest tightened as a large group entered the chamber. Surrounded by an entourage of servants and guards, she recognized the imperial princess at the lead.

"Ah, our Grand Imperial Architect Lalian," Vixin greeted them as she brought the group to a halt. Her hand rested upon her belly, beginning to grow round from her pregnancy.

"My princess." Lalian bowed, and Anthara was a moment delayed before she followed his lead. "Lord Salduin."

The large man stood at Vixin's side, cradling Princess Jinilya. He moved her to one arm as he reached out to greet Lalian. They gripped each other's forearms in respect.

Vixin peered with caution. "I suppose this is what became of your prisoner. Can she speak our tongue?"

"Anthara, my princess. Her... name is Anthara, and her lessons have progressed swiftly."

"A lovely name." Her silver eyes never left her as she stepped closer. "Anthara, this man beside you is of great value to both my father and The Empire. If he has judged it necessary for you to walk at his side, I shall trust his judgment, yet never forget that our eyes see all. We'll follow your progress closely. Who knows? Perhaps his interest in you will prove to be wise."

Scrambling to remember her lessons, Anthara lowered her eyes. "Yes... princess."

"It was fortunate we ran into you. Care to join us aboard the royal pleasure barge?" Salduin said as Jinilya yawned in her sleep, oblivious to the noisy chamber.

"Much as I would like to, we have... other plans for tonight," Lalian replied, and Anthara watched him fiddle nervously in his tunic's pocket.

"Very well," Vixin replied. She granted Lalian a nod of respect before leading her group on their way.

Anthara eased as she followed Lalian. They traveled upward, making their way through The Pyramid's many levels. She walked with long strides, savoring the taste of freedom after so long. Only the jingle of her chain dampened her enjoyment.

"A last stop." Lalian hesitated as they reached a final set of large doors. "I... if you... well..."

She nearly chuckled as he discarded whatever he had hoped to say. Instead, he gestured for the guards to haul open the doors. The orange light of the evening squeezed through the widening crack. Anthara's curiosity was only broken by the surprise of feeling Lalian's trembling hand gently taking her own. She felt an instinct to yank away, yet stopped herself, wanting to see the result of his intentions.

He led her outside, hand in hand. "Crescent Plaza," he said nervously. They walked to the edge to peer down at the city. The white buildings of The Capital were bathed in light from the setting sun.

"Lalian?" She turned to meet his eyes. "What business do we have here?"

"Tending to past misdeeds." He slid his hand into his pocket, retrieving a small key. "I... nearly committed a vile act when I met you. So great was my rage that I wanted to see you dead before ever setting foot in your cell. W... what a... catastrophic mistake that would have been..."

Anthara cautiously watched as he touched her collar. It unlocked with a click. She felt it loosen before he dropped it to the ground. Wordlessly she touched her neck. No bars. No locks. No chains. For the first time in two years, nothing restricted her. She felt her wings flex involuntarily.

Lalian swallowed as she turned towards the edge, looking upon the city. "I've gained all the information my God Emperor requires of me. Your wing is healed. Maintaining your imprisonment is no longer... logical. Yet... if you remain... I must know it is through your own desire rather than mine."

What seemed like an eternity passed as she stared out, wings flexing as if preparing for flight.

"There is no other place in this world for a traitor. You know this." She studied the landscape, free of his leash. "Even still, I don't believe I'd... leave."

His heart quickened as he heard the softening of her tone. "T... then you'll... stay?"

She chuckled at his clear relief, turning to take his hands in hers. "So long as you've spoken no lies. If our people shall thrive under your master's rule, so be it. Let them name me a traitor if it means I may serve them better. That's a burden I may bear at the side of an equal."

Green eyes widened as his fingers trembled against hers. "An equal? Truly?"

"Oh, little Lalian... do you truly doubt yourself thus?" She moved to press her lips to his, savoring the moment. She could only chuckle when he began to stammer and blush.

Lalian fought to calm himself, only to press back in for a second clumsy kiss. He would have gone for a third yet restrained himself long enough to retrieve the second item from his pocket. He presented it with shaking hands, a medallion of gold. "I... if this is the path you've chosen, I must give you something. You see, after escaping my former mistresses, I kept my slave collar. For years I simply didn't think of it, letting it collect dust." He placed the medallion into her hand. "I had it melted down to make this. If you would... I had hoped you'd carry it with you. Join us to help our former people... yet remember what they took from me."

Anthara peered at the medallion, seeing a depiction of two severed wings. She traced her finger over its surface. "If they saw you now, they'd know their error."

He watched her clasp the medallion chain around her neck, letting it hang between her perky breasts. She pulled him closer, his hands fumbling as he dared to touch her hips. "If... if you've named me an equal... what am I to you?"

Never before had he seen her eyes soften to such an extent. "You're a clever man. Surely it must be obvious," she replied, only to chuckle when he hesitated. "Lalian, my life ended when I was captured. If I am to be granted a new one, I shall spend it at the side of a companion. Of someone I may love."

Lalian could feel each movement of his heart as it pounded in his chest, threatening to make him collapse. He nearly burst when she ran a hand down his torso, her fingers gently cupping between his legs. "Love?"

"Of course." She felt his manhood, allowing a smirk to flavor her soft expression. "It's a curious feeling to share for a male, yet you're truly no slave, Lalian. Show me you feel the same, and we shall wake in the morning as lovers."

He nearly whined at her touch, unbelieving his reality. To love another Lanthian? To have anyone love him at all? Every ounce of his courage was required before he pulled her into a tight embrace, tasting her lips once more. His hand found her rump, trembling as his fingers tightened their grip. He moved his mouth to her ear, falling to a whisper. "This is... something grand. I... I want this... more than you could ever understand."

"Then let us seal it." She guided him close to the edge before pulling away, sitting on the stone barrier that separated them from a steep fall. With a welcoming smirk, lacking her Lanthian viciousness, she spread her thighs. He watched her lift her shawl just enough to reveal the treasure between her legs. "Come, Lalian. Our loins shall meet as equals."

"T... truly?" He stepped closer as doubts crept through his mind. Was this a cruel trick? Revenge for her imprisonment? Nothing but a new gentleness remained in her eyes as she beckoned him closer, and as he touched her smooth thighs, he felt his cock twitch.

"You may enter me," she commanded, pulling up his tunic. "Your little sword here doesn't seem like it can delay much longer. Hurry, else I'll be tempted to find another to seal our bond," she teased.

Lalian's breathing quickened, reaching down to guide his tip. He pressed against her labia, feeling himself tingle. "I don't deserve this," he thought as he pushed his hips forward, sliding inside for the first time. His lips parted, legs trembling as green slid into green. "Oh... oohh my..."

She chuckled as his tiny cock pressed as deep as it could reach, no challenge for her. Her arms moved to support her as she leaned back, allowing him to take his enjoyment. "Go ahead, little Lalian. Pump."

He eagerly obeyed, sliding in and out clumsily. Instinct flared to life within him, a Lanthian cock inside a Lanthian pussy. Nothing felt more natural, more correct. For a moment, he felt as though he had regrown his wings, able to fly away in mindless bliss.

Anthara pulled her shawl down to reveal her right breast, fondling herself. Her finger circled her nipple as it hardened before lightly rubbing it. "Do not rush. Take your enjoyment, and when you're ready, seal our bond by cumming inside. Show me your love."

Lalian's fingers nearly dug into her thighs as he held on tightly, refraining from harming her. His cock pumped in and out, feeling as though it would burst. "I... I'm already... I might..."

"Go on. I permit you to cum," she chuckled, reaching up to cup his cheek. She felt his body trembling, knowing how close he was after a mere minute. "Make me yours, and you'll be mine."

He wanted to continue, to never stop. The mere fact that she was of his species proved to be too much, and he fulfilled what he had desired for so long. A whimpering moan escaped him as he pushed hard between her legs, staring into her green eyes as he finished. His legs shook, nearly failing him as euphoria seeped throughout his being. His castration somewhat muted his pleasure, however, easing after a few short seconds. His cheeks darkened as embarrassment filled him. "I... I'm sorry... I..."

She quieted him with a finger to his lips, smiling. "This was not about my satisfaction, but an act of love." She pulled him into a final kiss, touching the medallion.

Her words calmed his self-doubts, and for the first time in a long while, he found that he was able to calm the dashing of his mind as he closed his eyes.

27th of Twic, 15 AVE.

Kingdom of Harin, Winexia.

"Here, you need to eat."

Cendra turned her head, realizing the voice had come from the legionary who had saved her from drowning. He offered a chunk of meat from the campfire, yet she ignored him as if he hadn't spoken.

Men and women sat around the campfire in an uneasy quiet as they listened for danger in the trees. Having been aboard her sunken fleet, they had slowly gathered as survivors of the battle found each other. They were a sorry sight, injured, exhausted, but alive.

"Only a few more days before we reach Winexia if we keep up this pace," a woman was saying as she polished her sword. She had tied a strip of fabric from her white cloak over her missing eye. "First thing I'm going to do is find a bed and a cock."

The others laughed quietly, yet Cendra didn't hear them. It was her job to maintain morale, yet she merely rocked back and forth with her face buried in her hands. The legionary that had saved her, called Itin by the others, had wrapped her in his cloak. He had stripped her armor, bundling it with her sword in a cloak taken from a corpse, and instructed her to keep the hood of his cloak draped over her eyes to conceal her identity. If the others saw their God Emperor's daughter in such a broken state...

"We need to slow down, else Lidra and Kixsi won't survive the journey," a man said.

"Only if you want Siril's army to catch up," another retorted. "Stay behind with them if you'd like, yet I'm making it back to the legion ALIVE."

Cendra heard them bicker, paying no mind. "Mother... mother," she repeated in her head, silently weeping as she remembered struggling for breath. "It hurt... it hurt so much..."

Itin peered at her with concern. He leaned in close to whisper into her ear. "I'll get you home to your father, princess. You have my word."

She turned her head, only to bury her face in her hands once more.

28th of Twic, 15 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

The courtyard hummed with the sounds of sparkling electricity and crackling fire. Hammers pounded metal.

"Well done," Vixin said with a smile as a Sage acolyte presented her work. A blade of pure white, she allowed a slave to collect it before an ordinary iron sword was placed in the girl's lap.

At the side of a metalworker's workshop, the courtyard was filled with sitting acolytes in deep concentration. They all followed what Vixin had taught them, attempting to transform weapons into chimira steel. For months they had prepared, slowly building endurance as they learned to bring forth their powers. What better way to train than to force them to complete a task that required the utmost concentration and balance?

It was a temporary experiment of sorts. If these daughters of Dominax could learn to forge chimira steel, many of his other illegitimate children would be trained exclusively as metalworkers. For now, Vixin observed her acolytes as she strolled up and down their rows. Some had progressed quickly, completing sword after sword, while the majority faltered, turning their blades black. Seated on the ground with swords in their laps, many rested on their backs when they grew exhausted, taking a break as they regained their strength. Perspiration trickled down their gorgeous forms beneath the sweltering sun, and many had decided to forgo wearing even the tiny loincloths of their Order on this particularly hot day.

Vixin couldn't help but take more than her fair share of glances at the beautiful bodies on display, yet much of her attention remained with Jinilya as she rested within her arms. Every movement of the little princess made her heart flutter. Her precious gift from Salduin, peering at the world with curiosity. The child never failed to smile whenever she saw displays of power from the Sages, eying their flames and lighting. Vixin held her close, adoring every little expression and giggle.

A slave slowly crossed the courtyard, bowing before her. "Supreme Mother, they are ready. You'll find them waiting in your quarters as you instructed."

"Good." Vixin granted Jinilya's cheek a kiss, squeezing her tightly before she dared to hand her child to the slave girl. "Mommy will see you again in a few hours," she said gently, then turned her attention to the young woman. "Bring the princess to her father."

The slave departed as Vixin turned to address her acolytes. "You are all dismissed for the day. Return to your quarters, for we shall resume in the morning. Rest well."

"Yes, Supreme Mother," a respectful shout of unison came from them all. Already Vixin was on the move, gathering her guards.

She departed the courtyard, surrounded on all sides as they made their way through The Capital. The hot air was suffocating, for the warm breeze that made the palm trees sway brought no comfort. Today, she'd only find relief within the cool halls of The Grand Pyramid.

Despite her pregnancy, she walked with long, elegant strides. Her hand remained upon her belly, thinking of Fanir. Already he had been relocated to Arcia, safe from Cendra's cruel grasp. As she moved through the busy streets like an island protected by a ring of guards, she thought of the moment they had said their goodbyes. "Let it go, princess," he had whispered to her. "Don't shed tears avenging the blood of a mere slave." She shook her head to push away the memory, hurrying her steps.

Entering The Grand Pyramid and making her way up to the royal level, her long journey ended when she opened the doors to her bedchamber. There, as she had requested, waited six slaves. The three males sat upon her new furnishings, as a female slave rested in each of their laps. All entirely nude, they caressed and rubbed against their partners in a sensual display. Today was certainly going to be eventful, a worthy chance to try something... new.

Upon Vixin's entrance, the three women quickly moved to kneel before her as the center female raised her head to speak. "They're ready, your majesty. You won't find another set of males more eager to please you."

Gathering behind the girls, the arousal of the males was obvious to anyone with eyes. Teased and seduced, only the black masks of chimira silk wrapped around their heads concealed them. Anonymous, as per her instructions, they could have been any of the thousands of slaves serving the court of Domani. Without their names and faces, none of these three risked becoming another Fanir, finding their way into her heart.

Vixin waved aside the girls as she stepped forward to inspect them. The first was a scrawny little thing with a manhood to match. The next was larger, of course, his cock twitching at it pointed at her. The last was... massive... causing Vixin to bite her lip. Was he too large for her purposes?

Folding her hands across her belly, Vixin presented a smirk. Finally, it was time to expand her horizons a step further. "How strange it must be for you three, ordered to leave your duties and attend to your princess. Oh, I have no doubt you held some fantasy of what you'd be expected to do here. Have you come to please your princess? To yearn for the opportunity to experience the honor of my touch?"

The three men nodded, staring at her through the eye holes of their masks. There was a nervous gleam in the smaller man's eyes, while the larger peered at her hungerly.

"Very good, for you'll have that opportunity. Today, however, you're going to be permitted to explore where no other has yet been allowed to enter." Vixin slowly removed her outfit, revealing her pregnant form gracefully. "Today... you three are going to help rid me of my pesky rear virginity."

All three of them twitched with a desperate need, causing her to chuckle as she caressed her rump. "Oh, I know you're ready to burst. Behave, wait your turn, and I promise you'll get your chance."

She moved to the first male, reaching to lightly caress his little cock. "I can't say I know what to expect, so we're going to start small." Reaching over, she ran a finger down the third man's massive weapon. "We'll ease into this one. You wouldn't want to hurt your princess, would you?" she said, yet something in the man's eyes said he wouldn't particularly mind.

"My girls are going to ensure you remain... prepared while you await your turns," Vixin explained. With a gesture, she allowed them to guide two of the men to sit back down, already beginning to caress them. She approached the third girl, taking her hands gently. "You've... been informed of what I need from you, correct?"

The slave smiled knowingly. "Of course, my princess. You'll find I know more than a little about these experiences."

"Thank you," she replied in a genuine tone, pressing her lips softly to the slave's. Vixin tasted her, knowing the girl would soon taste her in return.

With a gesture towards the bed, the first man obeyed his mistress. Easing onto his back, a whimper escaped his mask as Vixin mounted him. As she leaned over, his short cock strained as if trying to reach the moist valley between her thighs. Grabbing his hands and holding them against the sheets, she met his eyes. "It seems fate has deemed your purpose to be my first. Ironic, isn't it? That cute little thing between your legs may have been your shame, yet its size is the reason you're receiving this honor."

Behind her, the slave girl carefully grabbed Vixin's hips. A flutter ran through her royal loins as she felt the girl's tongue. A slow, wet lick ran over her puckered anus, forcing a surprised chuckle. The sensation tickled her little hole, making it involuntarily clench as the tongue began to flick up and down. A different and strange feeling from ordinary oral sex, Vixin parted her lips in amusement. It was time to expand her experiences, enjoying a new sensation that prodded her curiosities.

Soft hands caressed her alluring rear as the slave worked her tongue. Vixin parted her legs further, inviting her to venture forth. The tip began to push inside, sliding its way to tease passed her clenching tightness. A surprised giggle turned into a moan, feeling herself growing wetter between her legs.

When her princess was sufficiently lubricated and, more importantly, seeking more, the slave's tongue slid from her tight ass as her focus switched to the male. A gasp escaped his masked lips as his tiny cock was enveloped by her mouth, and Vixin felt his hands clench hers as she began to suck.

Leaving his shaft wet and waiting, the slave kissed Vixin's rear before bowing. Vixin dismissed her with a nod of gratitude as she straightened up, positioning herself above his manhood. "Are you ready to assist your princess?" She watched him frantically nod. "Good boy."

Lowering herself carefully, she felt his tip against her delicate hole. Moving slowly, she descended to gradually accept him. A groan hinted at her discomfort as she eased him inside, grateful for his tiny size as she felt herself stretching. Of course, she had tested herself with a finger on rare nights when rubbing her pussy simply wasn't enthralling enough, yet the act of finally accepting a cock fully into her ass sent a quiver of nervous excitement through her. She watched as the slave threw his head back, arching his body as she took him fully. Her delectable tightness squeezed him like the grip of a tyrant.

"Oohhh... oohhh..." he moaned when she deemed herself ready to move. She proceeded slowly, taking her time to adjust to the new intruder inside her. The hints of pain seeped away into pleasure, yet she couldn't help but swallow at the thought of taking the final man.

"Does that feel good? You may touch me if you'd like," she said with a kind smirk, peering down at him. She was a pregnant goddess satisfying herself on his mortal cock, sliding up and down. Though nervous at first, he shuddered as he felt the ultra-soft skin of her thighs, holding onto them as he fought to endure.

Turning to peer back at the others, she watched the slave girls dance in the laps of her waiting lovers, rubbing their bodies against them. Two hard cocks strained with anticipation, eager to serve.

Up and down, Vixin held her belly as she gradually sped up. This young man, this little plaything should have been Fanir, yet Cendra had ruined that possibility. She pushed the thought aside, for what was the point of these distractions if her mind continued to torment her? She focused on the strange sensation inside her rump, noting just how different it felt compared to vaginal sex.

"Oh? Are you going to finish so soon? I can sense just how good you must feel inside me," Vixin teased. "Go on. Cum for me. Don't you want to be the first to fill your princess's ass?"

With his entire body straining in pleasure, the sensation of her rear proved too much. He cried out in a pitiful moan, eyes rolling back. She gasped at the feeling of his cum squirting inside her rump, feeling her pussy moisten further as if it were jealous. "Oh... good boy..."

Feeling her internal muscles ease as she slid him free, a tiny amount of his seed escaped from her puckered hole. She leaned over to kiss the man's cheek, thanking him for being her first. He departed to stand on quivering legs, returning to his seat as she gestured to the next. "Come. It's your chance."

The most average of the trio, the man stood dutifully still as she slid down to bend over the side of the bed. Presenting her rear, a seductive glance back invited him to approach. He touched her hips gently, as if a single mistake would harm her. "My holy princess, it is an... honor to serve you. My body is a tool for your pleasure."

Tilting her head in amusement, she chuckled. "Then begin. Serve."

The control she felt over his cock as it teased between her asscheeks made her bite her lip. What a conflicting storm of emotions it was, wishing to dominate his cock while eager to bend over and submit. She wondered what Rosila would say if she saw her now, moaning at how broken and mixed her lusts had become.

Granting her ample time to adjust to his size as he pushed inside, the slave's moans matched her own. An inch, then another, and another, using the seed of her previous lover to assist his entrance. "Princess... it... it feels... extraordinary... ooohhh..."

She released a strained chuckle, knowing her uniquely stimulating internal texture was surely driving him mad. He couldn't stop himself from beginning his thrusts, making her clench the bed sheets as his new size pushed beyond her comfort.

Taken from behind, she couldn't help but feel a slight shame. A princess bending over for a slave's cock, degraded with each careful thrust. A part of her wished that her father was here now, the glorious ruler watching what a shameful slut his daughter had become. She moaned, feeling herself drenched from the thought.

Her previous lover found a girl of his own, sitting nervously as one of the females caressed his limp cock like a pet that had served its mistress. The other man had grabbed two of the slaves, holding them in his lap as his cock rubbed between their thighs. He waited, watching every detail of the royal ass he intended to claim for himself.

Each thrust came with a wet slap as the cock within her was coated in another's seed, aiding her enjoyment. Gradually, just as before, her pleasure overcame her pain as her rump tingled. No longer could she bear to restrain herself, sneaking her hand between her legs. Was she truly so addicted to vaginal stimulation? Her pussy nearly dripped as her fingers teased her tight lower lips.

"My princess... my goddess..." the man muttered, beginning to massage her round rump. His hands worshipped her gorgeous rear, delighting in the bliss of her royal body.

Rubbing herself, her fingers grew frantic. Closer and closer to her finish, feeling an entirely new mixture of pleasure as her lover took her deeply, she squeezed down hard as she found her orgasm. Her delicate little hole nearly attempted to strangle his cock, holding him tightly until she felt his tip spitting within her. The man shook as she cried out, wanting every last drop inside her ass.

"T... thank you... thank you... p... princess..." the man managed to say when he recovered, wincing at her tightness as he pulled free. She remained bent over, lips apart as she enjoyed the feeling of his cum trickling from her used ass. She couldn't help but lift a leg in pleasure.

The third wasted no time as he threw off his women, patting the previous man's shoulder roughly as they passed. He stood ready before her, hard cock hanging heavily. "Where, princess?"

"Here," she replied when she returned to the bed. Lying down on her back, she spread her legs. "Be gentle for now."

With his knees sinking into the bed as he positioned himself, he restrained himself long enough to wait for her approving nod before he touched her. Placing his cock between her legs, he began to rub against her needy pussy until he was soaked in her juices. Then, running his thumb over her little hole, he chuckled. "It's a shame to forgo such a beautiful vagina, yet the princess's rear is an honor all the same. Grant me your command, mistress. Permit me to make you scream."

Though he risked overstepping his place, she merely smirked. The man was no fool. He knew the deadly danger of offending her, yet she made it clear what she liked. "Well? I'm waiting."

She watched the intensity of his eyes as he pressed forth, his tip stretching her as it entered. Hearing her pained groan at his girth, he slid back out, then in, and out again, granting her a small taste of his size. She gritted her teeth, bearing the pain as her smirk dared him to slide deeper. He obeyed, making her throw back her head as he eased halfway inside.

"You're a princess of House Vaid, blood of The God Emperor. You shall not be broken by a mortal cock," she thought to herself as her fingers dug into the sheets. She wanted to scream, to retreat as he pushed inside, yet she endured with a challenging gaze. Her own juices coating his cock assisted his entrance, lubricated by his predecessors' cum. A minute felt like an eternity, slowly pushing deeper and deeper until..."Ahhh..."

Heart pounding, she fought to relax her anus as she held him fully inside. She felt herself stretching, adapting to his size, feeling as if she'd tear in half. He waited until she finally nodded before beginning to thrust, moving excruciatingly slowly. There was a satisfaction in his eyes that filled her with embarrassment, for a slave watched as his princess was nearly defeated by a cock.

Baring her teeth like a predator, she lifted her head. "Go... ahh... faster..."

Despite his powerful display, a hint of hesitation appeared in his eyes, knowing the consequences of harming her. Still, he obeyed, taking gentle thrusts deep within her ass. Each movement lessened her pain as she adapted, allowing her to ease her grip.

In and out, he pumped his hips as he held himself over her. Eyes peering into hers, he slowly grew rougher as he saw pleasure seeping into her gaze. Within a few minutes, he found a rhythm that seemed to drive her wild.

"Fuck..." she groaned, lying her head back to savor each second. The pain tingled within her, lessening as her royal body craved to be filled. Once more she had found a new sensation, desiring to explore every aspect of her lusts. Her defiant gaze dampened, easing into an expression of pure need as he claimed her.

When her hand finally sought to return to her lower lips, she was surprised to feel him brush it aside. Leaning back to straighten up, his own hand found her labia, gently running a thumb over her pretty flower. "A princess... ahh... should not be forced to please herself. Allow me to assist."

His deep voice made her clench, forgiving his forcefulness as she felt him beginning to grant her desperate pussy the attention it begged for. Lightly caressing her clit, he began to tease it until she moaned. Clearly no stranger to a woman's loins, his hand served her as he continued to thrust.

"You're... you're good..." she moaned, caring little as she sensed a flash of jealousy from the other men. The female slaves continued to dance and rub against them, already allowing the first male to grow hard again. Her current lover rocked in and out while the sensation of the sperm within her ass only drove him to thrust harder. He had competition. He'd prove he was the best. He'd make her cum. Hard.

A squeak erupted from her lips as her body seized, shaking as she climaxed. She squirted, drenching his fingers in her intoxicating juices. The man continued to thrust, pushing through her clenching insides to drive her pleasure further. "I'm the last, my princess, yet you'll remember only ME this day."

Gasping for breath as she recovered, she felt her cheeks redden, utterly at his mercy. She released a submissive whimper, her legs opened as wide as her flexible body could achieve. Her ass was his. Her pussy tingled at his touch. Gone was the pain, replaced by a pleasure that thundered up and down her body. She wondered if it was true that Vaid girls were designed to be fucked.

He placed his large hand on her belly, holding tightly as he continued to roughly thrust. "That Fanir was the luckiest son of a whore to be permitted to get you pregnant."

"Don't speak his name... not now..." she commanded with renewed authority, forced to push aside her sorrow as it reared its head.

"Of course," he nodded respectfully, granting her a moment before he rubbed her belly. "Yet when this baby is out, I only pray you remember squirting as my cock took you, and you come knocking on my door for another."

His words saved her from her thoughts, making her moan. She could sense his virility, his eagerness to breed her. "Cum inside... and we shall see... ahhh... if your seed is worthy..."

His eyes spoke of his hidden grin beneath his mask, increasing his speed. He moved to lift her legs, holding them against his chest as he pushed in and out. The tightness of her exquisite ass easily overcame whatever endurance he had built through experience, and a few minutes later, he fulfilled her command.

Crying out as she felt him spurting inside her rump, she finished as he held her feminine legs tightly together. He groaned like an animal, pumping everything he could muster within her.

Gasping, drenched in perspiration, they remained locked together for what seemed an eternity. Finally, sliding his cock out inch by inch, he watched as she released a submissive whine as his cum began to leak from her puckered anus.

"You... you served me well," she breathed, her body limp. A decision settled within her. "R... remove... your mask. Just you."

The other two watched with surprised envy as the third pulled his mask away, revealing his identity. Vixin grinned, for though she didn't recognize him, her servants would record his name. She'd be careful never to turn him into another Fanir, keeping him at a distance. Yet, on nights when her bed was particularly lonely...

"You want to get your princess pregnant?" she asked. "Well, I think you've earned that honor..."

29th of Twic, 15 AVE.

Kingdom of Harin, Winexia.

The tent remained silent as all seven of them stood in silence before The God Emperor, not daring to interrupt his thoughts. Irith, the royal advisors, King Foin and his heir, Queen Regents Felza and Quinla, all waited as Dominax studied the glowing translucent globe projecting from his sword's hilt. Galis The Younger, waiting to be crowned as King Galis The Second should his mother's death be confirmed, had been permitted to retire for the night instead. Already whispers of his hysterical weeping had begun to spread throughout the legion camp.

"You've been summoned this night because our scouts have confirmed that the attack upon our eastern fleet was committed by King Siril's main force. They are marching upon us as we speak," Dominax broke the silence only when he was satisfied with his musings. "I have no doubt that they hope to smash us against Winexia's walls before we've had time to take the city."

"In such a battle, Winexia's forces would take us from behind," Prince Fonax observed. Near him, Irith's blue eyes remained pointed towards the ground as she remained silent.

"Thus, you see our predicament. Continuing the siege of Winexia is no longer a possibility. I shall order the legion to retreat," Dominax's deep voice seeped throughout the tent. He gestured to the globe. "Oh, we shall face them, yet we'll do so upon a battlefield of my choosing, not Siril's."

Wordlessly, Dominax mentally instructed the globe to narrow its focus to display the surrounding landscape. "Our scouts have reported the location of a farm several miles to the north of Winexia." He waved his hand over the translucent image. "I've studied this land and deemed it more than worthy for our needs. They'll fertilize their crops with northern corpses."

Clin dared to speak. "How soon must the legion be ready to move?"

"Immediately." Dominax folded his arms, his eyes beginning to faintly glow. "We shall depart when tomorrow's sun rises."