Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 81

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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6th of Thriduin, 15 AVE.

Kingdom of Harin, Bolir's Farm.

The sun rose above the bloody fields, a new day in a land Bolir no longer knew. He watched as his farmhands dragged the bodies of fallen warriors, tossing them into the nearby trenches cutting through what used to be his fields. He felt cold despite the warm light of the morning.

He wondered if the smell of death would ever be cleaned from this place. If so, never from his memory. The trenches were gradually filling, yet even all these days later, the bodies seemed endless. Oh, The Empire had left behind a number of legionaries to 'assist', yet they seemed to do little aside from collecting anything of value from the battlefield. Armor, weapons, they salvaged anything of value while his farmhands labored. The generosity of The God Emperor.

"Next year's harvest shall be the largest we've ever seen," Preza said from behind as she approached. "Even their dead bring us prosperity."

"Told you to stay at the main house. You shouldn't see this," Bolir replied harshly, moving to block her view with his chest.

"I'm no child, father."

He saw her hand resting upon her belly, still flat, yet not for long. He felt his blood boil. "No. You've made that clear." He turned with a scowl, allowing her to stand at his side as they watched the horrid display before them.

"I've given some thought to traveling with the traders again after the birth. If it's a girl, perhaps the Sages will have need of her," Preza said in excitement. "If you'll permit it, of course."

Bolir turned his head, seeing the face of a stranger where his daughter's used to be. Their king was dead. His land was tainted by an aroma of rotting corpses. Their great Capital had fallen. Now, nothing remained of Preza.

He walked away without another word, for the world had ended.

8th of Thriduin, 15 AVE.

Kingdom of Harin, Great City of Visti.

Clin listened to the distant sounds of celebration echoing through the otherwise quiet night. Standing atop Visti's gate, he peered across the blue city shrouded in darkness.

Down the street, he heard muffled laughter from within a tavern, one of many that were surely packed to its limit with legionnaires. It was only right for them to enjoy themselves after a long war. Better to keep the army distracted and satisfied, for after all, the alternative must be avoided at all costs. Those who had disobeyed his strict orders against harming the population now swayed in the breeze below him, hanging from the wall by their necks. Rapists, thieves, murderers, no longer would such horrors be tolerated in the world they were building, even after the fall of a city. Clin peered at them occasionally as he paced, never wanting to forget what they had done, what he had done, and the purpose of The Empire's deeds.

With the gate sealed tightly, the guards had long departed to the barracks below, for Clin sought his solitude. They'd come rushing forth at a single shout, of course, yet he knew there'd be no need for that. The terrified population had caused them little trouble, rarely daring to break the temporary curfews.

The sounds of laughter rang out louder as the door to the nearest tavern burst open, spilling light across the dark street. A man pulled a woman along by her arm, both legionaries, as they stumbled outside drunkenly. Clin watched from afar as the male clumsily pushed his companion against the wall of the tavern, hearing her slurred moans as he forced himself inside. He bucked his hips, her legs wrapped around his waist.

Clin could almost smile, pleased to see that others could find joy this night. They were a sharp contrast to the few legionaries that occasionally wandered down the dark street, appearing lost with empty eyes. Once, he had seen one of his men weeping as he walked alone, only to straighten and hurry along the moment he noticed Clin.

The sound of soft steps came from his side. He turned, seeing a cloaked woman walking along the ramparts. He gripped the hilt of his blade with cation as she approached. "None are permitted to be here at this hour. I'll ask you to state your name and rank before departing, if you'd please."

"You'll find it's quite high. An imperial princess, in fact." The woman removed her hood, revealing silver eyes that nearly glowed in the moonlight. "They say you come here most nights."

Clin's chest tightened at the sight of Cendra. "It gives me time to think."

"And what must the mighty Lord Clin ponder, I wonder?" She approached slowly. Her hesitation was clear upon her pretty face, a dampness already gathering within her eyes. She held back, grimaced, and finally moved to embrace him.

"Everything." He breathed a deep sigh as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

"I'm sorry Clin," she whispered, closing her eyes when they began to leak. "After everything that-"

He quieted her gently. Words had their uses, yet not in this. He had nearly lost her. Perhaps he had, in a way. Now, as his lips met hers after so long, he felt as though a crushing weight had eased, just enough to bear.

25th of Twic, 16 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

Lalian's green hand throbbed, yet he could only grin as he continued his work. Here, hours could pass without his notice, his chisel chipping away the stone. The muffled sounds of the busy city outside were beyond his awareness, nor did he pay attention to the sweltering heat of the massive tent as his hand dripped perspiration.

"I should've known I'd find you here," a smooth voice rang out behind him in the Lanthian tongue. His hand fumbled as he was startled, nearly dropping his tool. He turned to see Anthara standing with her hands upon her hips.

Grinning anew, he descended the scaffolding built around the colossal block of stone, trying and failing to brush the dust from his sweat soaked apron. His workers continued without him, the greatest stoneworkers from across The Empire.

Her green legs moved seductively as she moved closer, appraising their progress. Taller than the highest building in the city, the structure sat in the center of the former market outside the steps of The Grand Pyramid, concealed from the public. "Huh, I can almost see the statue in the stone now."

Lalian kissed her deeply when he reached her, hands holding her waist. He peered down, seeing her medallion hanging between her green breasts. The deep green chimira silk of her new shawl was thin enough to see her perky buds when they hardened, her outfit a gift that had required quite a bit of convincing for her to accept, relinquishing the traditional fabric of their homeland for one exclusive to The Empire's culture. It hung low enough to caress the top of her thighs, wearing nothing underneath. "Art is rarely quick, yet always worthwhile."

"So you say, yet this heat..." She fanned herself with her wing. "Few things are worth enduring such torment."

Lalian smiled, though clasped his hands nervously. "The imperial tongue, love. Remember, you still require practice."

She shook her head with a smirk, continuing to speak their native language. "Right now, I'd rather my words remain between us. Do you know what day it is?"

"Day?" He fiddled with his fingers as his mind dashed to remember. "It's... Onis at least, is it not?"

She covered her lips as she chuckled in amusement. "Little Lalian... I should put you on a leash. Perhaps then I could keep you from this place for more than a night. The moon is Twic now. The 25th of Twic. Does that summon any memories?"

His mind worked instantly, searching every memory related to the date. Realization flashed in his green eyes, lips parting in a panicked apology. "The anniversary of the day we sealed our bond. Anthara I... I'm..."

A finger to his lips silenced him. "A full year since I took you as my companion and lover. Even now I find such titles informal." She touched the medallion, and for the first time, he realized her other hand had been holding something small. "You gave me this medallion that night. Now, Lalian, I think I've found something to match its value."

Lalian watched as she opened her other hand, presenting a thin wooden tool with a sharp metal tip. "A... Lanthian Kintha needle?" He peered at the tool, a traditional tattoo needle with intricate patterns carved upon its handle.

For a moment she grew hesitant, peering behind him at the stoneworkers toiling away as if checking to ensure they couldn't understand. "You know our love is... strange, uncommon. I can only compare it to the bonds that occasionally form between women, for mistresses and slaves simply don't form such affections."

"Among Lanthians, Anthara. Don't forget where we are," he dared to correct her with a slight tremble to his tone, her words coaxing memories. "Humans aren't so cruel."

"So they aren't," she replied. That'd still take some getting used to, witnessing the occasional displays of love between human males and females. The sight of countless human families walking together about the city baffled her even now, for what purpose did a loyal cock serve after a woman had already reproduced? Pleasure? A woman had no shortage of options for that. "Still, I care little what these humans do. Our culture allows occasional bonds of love to form between females."

"Yet you chose me." A hint of worry filled his tone, the beginning of a devastation that would certainly kill him. "Do you mean to say you don't... feel-"

Anthara cut off his words with a deep kiss, cutting down his fear before it could take hold. She cupped his cheek when they parted, her green eyes softer than they had been in quite some time. "Never doubt the bond we share. Never, you little fool. I mean only to say we are alone among our species, for we are equals, my lover neither a slave nor Priarch. I'm uncertain what to call you, for what title is worthy of us?" She lifted the Kintha needle once more. "It's a sacred bond when a woman finds another woman worthy of her love. You may have witnessed two lovers granting each other matching tattoos upon their hands during your enslavement, yet never could you understand how meaningful such a ceremony truly is."

Only her soft touch dampened his hatred. "If you're proposing we... we tattoo our hands in the custom of those vile creatures... I..."

"All they did to you has been washed away by time. You're here now, Lalian, with me."

He felt his fingers tremble as he whispered. "I cannot forget."

She peered over his shoulder, granting any onlookers a vicious scowl until they turned away in fear. When their privacy was renewed, hearing the tapping of chisels, Anthara embraced her lover. "Such is your curse. I know, Lalian. Merely consider it. If not for me, for yourself, as we'll forge our own customs away from their grasp."

A shuddering sigh escaped him as he felt her body against his, closing his eyes to savor her touch. They opened wide once more when ideas began to flood his quick mind. "Our own customs? Perhaps..." He pulled back, almost looking through her as he was lost inside his imaginings for a moment. "Perhaps there is an alternative. Oh... this is singular... truly singular."

She knew better than to interrupt the workings of his thoughts.

"The northern humans seal their love as bondmates, exclusive to each other. Here, a man possesses concubines and casual mates, as many as he wants. If Lanthian women tattoo themselves to outwardly display their love... perhaps..." He tapped his chin in thought. "I shall ponder this, yet perhaps we can combine all three concepts to fit our needs, a new tradition for The Empire. Oh... The God Emperor will be pleased."

Anthara's hard expression spoke of her displeasure. "He has no place in this. Our bond is why I've come today."

Broken from his thoughts, he swallowed. "Yes... of course. I merely... perhaps there is value in..." He took a breath before placing his hands upon her hips. "Apologies... I simply got ahead of myself. Our bond comes first."

"Then we shall settle the details of this together, Lalian." Her commanding eyes offered no compromise.

The sight of her beautiful features forced a smile onto his green lips, no matter how harsh. "Y... yes, Anthara. I'd like nothing more."

39th of Twic, 16 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

The royal pleasure barge sat like a gently swaying island anchored just offshore. The river lapped quietly at its hull, cold water for a warm day. Atop the pyramidal peak of its central structure, Supreme Mother Vixin sipped at her cup as she leaned against the railing. The thin shroud wrapped around her naked body fluttered in the breeze, almost weightless.

She watched as dozens of Sage acolytes moved in unison upon the beach, following the training she had granted them. Arms raised, igniting their power. Arms slowly pulled back to their chests, gathering their power internally. Then a thrust outward, sending electricity arcing through the sky. Vixin smirked, pleased by their progress.

Though she noted the small boat approaching her barge, much of her attention remained upon her acolytes. Her silver eyes watched their alluring bodies moving gracefully, each the very definition of beauty. Wearing little more than loincloths, these sisters of hers, the sight of them made her thighs rub together.

Even the older Sages that walked up and down their ranks couldn't compete, for they were ordinary humans. They loudly demanded answers to questions regarding The Empire's laws, whacking the bare rears of the younger women with a metal rod whenever they failed to answer correctly. All were aware of the coming replacement, removing ordinary blood for divine blood, yet they trained their usurpers with fervor, as was their duty.

Upon the forward deck, Yisi led two men up the stairs to the barge's summit. Vixin met her with a smile, crossing the top deck to grant her cheek a kiss.

"An Arkos and the human you requested, your majesty. Shall there be anything else?" the younger girl asked quietly without a hint of emotion.

Vixin eyed the two slaves behind her, recognizing the human from the night she had lost her anal virginity. Though she knew of the massive weapon hiding behind his loincloth, his companion intrigued her further. A male Arkos that was a head taller than her, she watched the sunlight gleam from his curved horns with a devious curiosity. "No, that'll be all, sweet girl. Return to your studies, for this place won't be suitable for one of your age in a moment."

Yisi frowned, ever serious. "I've also been asked to inform you that Grand Imperial Architect Lalian wishes to speak with you."

Vixin tapped her pretty lips with a finger as she pondered. "Tell him he may come in an hour. Our business here should be finished by then, and if not, he'll simply be granted a little show."

Though Yisi's cheeks reddened with embarrassment, she gave no voice to her thoughts. "As you wish."

Once more Vixin kissed her cheek, embracing her tightly. The girl's arms remained straight at her sides, yet she didn't struggle. When Vixin freed her, she watched Yisi walk to the stairs, touching her smile. For a moment she felt like a proud mother, seeing how her illegitimate sister was blossoming into a capable young woman.

When the oarsmen of the small boat departed to take Yisi to shore, Vixin turned her attention to the slaves.

"I made you a promise long ago, did I not?" Vixin nodded towards the muscular human as her hips swayed, crossing to the center of the deck where a large square cushion had been prepared. She sat down, allowing the shroud to part slightly. The edges of the shroud neared her nipples, the shape of her hard buds visible beneath the thin fabric. "Remind me."

The slave eyed her without restraint, a hungry animal that hardly knew his place. A touch of her electricity would remind him if he grew too rough, of course. "The honor of impregnating a princess, your majesty. That's what you promised me."

"So I did." A hand upon her flat belly made her think of Fanir. She tilted her head seductively. "Does my offer still intrigue you?"

His expression appeared as if she had asked the most ridiculous question he could imagine. "Of course, your majesty. You'll find none more capable than me."

"Oh?" She eyed the tall Arkos. "And what of him? Is he capable of getting me pregnant?"

The human eyed the other slave with a deadly sneer. "This... creature? Why would one consider tainting blood as divine as yours?"

She smiled with amusement, a finger tracing the edges of her shroud as she pulled it, revealing her left breast entirely. "A curious question, yet I find myself intrigued." She nodded at the Arkos. "Come."

The Arkos obeyed, his steps heavy upon the deck. As if a well-trained pet, he stood before her, close enough to reach. "I am at your service, mistress." A heavy accent flavored his rough voice.

A delicate hand reached out with a cautious curiosity, silver eyes peering at him with utter fascination. "I'm ashamed to admit that I've yet to see one of your kind this... close." She carefully touched the grey skin of his hard abs, biting her lip. Her hand crept down, untying his loincloth. With a final tug, it fell to the ground, revealing an Arkos cock hanging heavily before her.

The human's patience decreased with every second. "Your majesty, why-"

A single stern glare from her silver eyes stopped his words. These years sitting on her father's throne had certainly taught her much. She returned her attention to the slave before her, gently lifting his grey cock to feel its weight. "How wonderful you are..." Her finger traced over the dark stripes upon his manhood, matching the rest of his strange skin.

The Arkos remained still, clearly no stranger to serving a mistress.

Feeling a flutter in her chest from her aroused fascination, she finally permitted the Arkos to step back to the human's side. She allowed the shroud to slide from her slender shoulders, revealing her top entirely as she addressed them. "When I offer an honor such as I've promised, I keep my word. You've waited patiently. Now that I'm ready for another child, your opportunity has arrived. You'll have your chance to impregnate me, yet you'll have to compete for it."

The human's eyes widened with rage. "Yet you-"

"I spoke the truth. I'll permit you to cum inside me, an honor all men seek. It'll be entirely up to your seed to determine if you are successful." She gestured to the Arkos. "You'll get your chance as well, together. I'll bear the child of the man with the strongest seed."

A heavy twitch of the slave's striped cock spoke of his gratitude, while the human's face reddened.

Vixin eased onto her back, allowing the shroud to fall away as she parted her legs. She ran a finger over her lower folds, a delicate flower she offered to them both. "You'll take turns until I am entirely satisfied. Only then will you be permitted to cum." She lifted her finger, letting them watch as a string of her juices dripped from the tip. "You're both... large, and thus, we'll need to prepare. The man with the most skilled tongue shall be the first to fill me when we're finished." With a gesture to the human, she bit her lip seductively. "You've served me well. You may go first."

The human glared at the Arkos with fury. For a moment she readied to unleash a trickle of power from her fingertips if he threw a punch at the other male, yet the human obeyed. When he knelt between her spread thighs, she bit her lip, feeling a hint of guilt in her belly. She had spoken the truth, hadn't she? He'd cum inside of her, and if fate favored him, he would get her pregnant as she had promised. Was it cruel to make him compete? If so, did that outweigh the tingling of arousal flowing through her at the thought of making two males fight to seed her? When he ran his tongue over her waiting labia, she decided she couldn't stop now.

Vixin chuckled, feeling him clumsily licking at her folds. It was clear his cock had been the only tool of pleasure he had required in life, until now.

When he brushed over her clit, her sharp intake of breath caught his attention, refocusing to lap at her sensitive bud. Even his tongue moved like a brute, swiping at her as if it were a heavy sword.

She slowly felt her hips begin to rock as each minute passed by. Her pleasure built, pooling in her loins until she found herself squirting. She shook in a light orgasm, her juices coating his lips.

"Good... now you." She nodded towards the Arkos. A commanding gesture forced the human to make way for his new rival. "Have you ever tasted a princess?"

The Arkos shook his head before moving closer, wasting no time. His tongue met her flawless folds with precision, making her gasp. It moved with the skill of an expert, making her hips rock against his face in moments. Whoever his previous mistress had been, she must've been a very happy woman.

Vixin moaned, daring to touch his strange horns. Gripping them, she held on as she pulled his face firmly against her groin. Never did his tongue slow, making her eyes clench shut until she cried out in bliss. Hips bucking, she drenched his face.

"Good boy. You... you may go first," she said between deep breaths, caressing his dripping chin lovingly. "My first Arkos cock. Perhaps you'll grant me a hybrid."

The human's fury was obvious upon his face, watching the other man mount the cushion between their owner's soft thighs.

Vixin reached down to caress her new lover's manhood as he moved atop her, feeling his foreign cock hardening in her palm. Never had she taken another species, her curiosity only making her wetter. "Slide inside when you're ready. Show me what it means to mate with an Arkos."

Lining up, his hips sank as he pushed inside, as gently as his large manhood would permit. Her toes curled as she moaned, head falling back as a member of another species pushed into her royal depths.

He began to move with a careful rhythm as if they were familiar lovers. She held him close, her hands running over his grey skin. The human watched their loins meeting, an Arkos sliding in and out of a princess.

Vixin sensed her current lover's arousal, monitoring it, knowing she'd stop him before he finished. His girth stretched her, a danger he was obviously more than experienced in dealing with. His deep thrusts came slowly, careful not to harm her feminine frame.

Pumping his hips beneath the hot sun, minute after blissful minute slipped by before she sensed the first hints of his limit. His endurance was impressive, yet not endless. She kissed him gently, tasting his Arkos lips before tapping his cheek. "Time... ahh... to rest."

Obeying without complaint, he slid his cock from her delicate pink labia, soaked by her enjoyment. Stepping aside, he made room for the human, the man already throbbing from the view.

Vixin gasped as the human forcefully took his place between her legs, roughly pushing inside when she permitted it. As her vagina ached from the absence of the Arkos, it rewarded her with a deep flash of pleasure when her next lover drove himself as deeply as possible.

The cushion nearly rocked as the slave pounded into her, massive cock pushing against her cervix. She groaned, squeezing her legs as they wrapped around him. Pain mixed with her pleasure at his size, a complete shift from before. The Arkos was gentle, yet she was FAR from fragile.

"You want his... ahh... seed to soil you? Fine, yet you'll think of only me tonight..." the human said through gritted teeth as his hips rocked powerfully atop her.

Through her moans, she beckoned the Arkos to join them. When he knelt beside her, she began to stroke his wet cock, feeling remnants of their gentle pleasure. Her hand glided up and down, royal fingers caressing the thick manhood of a slave.

The human's speed could not be maintained for long, and when she forced him to pull out with a firm command, he reluctantly obeyed. His departing cock left her pussy tingling, aching, begging for more. She rolled over onto her hands and knees, swaying her hips inviting for the grey man. "Your turn."

Strong hands held her hips gently as he entered, reclaiming her tight cunt. Rocking against her rump, his skillful movements urged a deep moan to ooze from her lips.

She commanded the human to kneel before her, liking the shame she felt when his cock slapped against her cheek. She'd allow it, so long as he didn't overstep further.

"This poor cock... ahh... must compete to breed. Do you think your seed is strong enough?" Vixin teased as she stroked up and down his thick shaft, her body moving back and forth from the rhythmic thrusts of her mate.

"My seed shall defeat this... beast. Have no doubt of that, my princess," the man nearly growled.

A moan caused her eyes to flutter before she rubbed her lips along the side of his shaft, smelling her own sweet pussy on his cock. "Oh? Will you? A pure human baby... ahh... or an Arkos hybrid. The outcome will be quite obvious when I give birth..."

Rage filled his eyes as she licked him up and down. When the time came, receiving her command, he pushed the Arkos out of the way.

"No need to fight. You share the same goal. Why don't you... ooohhhh..." Vixin cried out as he rammed his cock inside, throwing her head back. Fingers dug into her soft skin as he held on tightly, pulling her back against him with each thrust.

She managed to guide the Arkos to her lips despite her pained groans, savoring his taste as she slid his cock inside her mouth. Her exquisite tongue massaged the underside of his shaft, careful not to bite him despite the hard pounding from behind.

"I'm going to... get you pregnant! I'm going to... breed you!" The human spanked her, risking her wrath.

She savored the mix of pain and pleasure aching within her deepest depths. One of them would get her pregnant today, that much was true. Though she had waited to bear another child after giving birth to Fanir's daughter, she could wait no longer, addicted to the ecstasy of childbirth. The memory tingled within her, remembering how she had screamed in utter pleasure. She wanted to be a mother again, craving it.

Once more she sensed his limit, and once more they switched. This time, however, she pushed the Arkos onto his back before mounting his waist. Sliding him inside, she released a breath of satisfaction. He had demonstrated his skill. Now, it was her turn.

She bounced up and down, matching the deep and gentle rhythm he had demonstrated. Seeing utter pleasure spreading across his face was nearly as satisfying to her as the feeling of his massive cock, knowing her pussy could cause him such bliss. She allowed him to caress her soft thighs, her own hand reaching over to resume stroking the human.

"You're going to cum deep inside me... little Arkos. You want to get me pregnant, don't you?" She watched him nod with ecstasy in his gaze. "Cum hard then, else your rival will claim your chance."

The idea of an Arkos hybrid in her womb made her moan. Was this what her father felt when he bred outside their species? Did he crave to spread his blood beyond humanity as she did now? A hint of emotion touched her chest, missing his presence.

No matter how gently she moved, the feeling of his tip hitting her deepest limit never failed to part her lips in pleasure. When she could bear no more, she threw her head back and shook atop his cock, squirting.

Her climax forced her hand to squeeze the human's shaft hard, making him groan. When she had recovered, he could hardly contain his primal need as she seductively returned to rest upon her back, spreading her legs to invite him inside. He needed no further prompting.

A cry tore from her lips as she was penetrated, her vagina now more than accustomed to the girth of her lovers. "My father... ahh... would burn you both to ash without a second thought... ahh... for daring to harm his daughter, yet I want you to tear my royal pussy..."

Eager to obey, the human's wild thrusts came just as vigorously as before. She moaned, feeling utterly dominated beneath a strong male that sought to breed her. She wanted his cum to claim her, to be nothing more than a womb for his children. After enduring minutes of pounding, she succumbed to the thought, quivering as she climaxed.

They switch again, thrusting, moaning, before another switch. It was a balance, her stroking hands ensuring one remained ready, while the other stirred her insides until she screamed.

The cushion below her was thoroughly soaked when she found herself face down upon it, biting the wet fabric as the human pounded into her from behind.

Lalian would arrive any minute, she knew, her body sore and aching. It was time to finish this. It was time for their seed to battle within her womb.

She pushed the human out of her as she rolled onto her back for a final time, her well-used labia quivering. "C... come to me. Come fill me. You've both done enough, now breed me."

The striped cock of the Arkos leaked pre-seminal fluid as it moved between her legs, more than ready to fill her with potent seed. "Yes... my princess. I shall not fail you in this honor."

For a final time, his cock met her vagina, and for a final time his gentle rhythm made her moan. With her legs wrapped around him, she felt his body shake, flooding a warmth inside her. She pressed her lips to his, kissing the potential father of her future child as potent Arkos sperm filled her fertile human womb.

She wanted to hold him inside forever, yet a promise was a promise. As his striped manhood slid from her lower lips, the human sought his turn. Pushing inside, he was met with the warm seed of his rival as he began to thrust.

"His cum... is inside me. He has a head start. Can your seed... ahh... catch up?" Vixin moaned at his rough handling. Her words seemed to incite him to panic, frantically thrusting his hips. "Cum... cum... cum inside of me! Breed me! Mix your seed... ahh... with his! Who will be... ahh... the better man?"

Driving inside, his tip spewed forth his human seed, parting her lips with a satisfied gasp.

She commanded them both to lie beside her, one on each side. They breathed heavily, exhausted. So be it, for they had served her well.

Spreading her legs, draping one over each of them, she ran a finger through the mixed seed leaking from her aching lower lips. Her other hand rested atop her womb, knowing a battle between humans and Arkos raged within her. A deep sensation of utter satisfaction eased through her, eager to fall pregnant again. She kissed them both with gratitude. "Thank you..."

They rested in silence as she focused, urging her body to conceive a boy while hoping it inherited either of her lover's magnificent cocks. The thought made her think of her second daughter, already home with Fanir. As difficult as it had been to depart with her, she was surprised to learn her love for Jinilya remained unmatched.

The minutes passed before she heard the sound of oars splashing in the water below. Her visitors had arrived. Hardly did she bother to cover herself, continuing to caress her sore labia with a finger.

Lalian ascended the steps of the barge, yet Anthara flapped her wings behind him and simply avoided the climb, meeting him at the top. Together, the couple shared their surprise upon seeing their princess.

"Welcome," Vixin said with a deep breath, feeling cum continuing to ooze from her lower lips. When she tried to sit up, the movement caused more to leak forth. "Don't mind them. Yisi tells me you have a request."

Anthara's lips parted in a smile of amusement, chuckling at the aftermath. Lalian, however, appeared as though his darkening cheeks would burst. "W... we... we can return... another day."

"No need to be embarrassed, Lalian. After all, haven't we had our own moment of passion together?" Vixin teased, standing. She gracefully pulled the shroud over her shoulders, yet left it parted wide to keep much of herself on display. A tickle ran through her leg as she felt their juices leaking down her soft thigh.

"Oh?" Anthara turned to her mate in surprise, speaking the imperial tongue. "Someone made no mention of that. Lover of a princess?"

Lalian appeared as though he'd faint as the female Lanthian put her hands on her hips, only for his pounding heart to ease when she finally chuckled. A hint of admiration found its way into her eyes for her mate, yet never could she meet Vixin's gaze directly.

"Long has it been since that night. In any case, I'd hear of your request," Vixin said, leaving her lovers to rest behind her.

"It's a... curious request, something we'd ask of no other." Lalian played with his fingers nervously. "We'd like you to... or perhaps it'd be best to say we'd be honored, yet we'd-"

"We'd like to get married," Anthara cut in, taking command.

Vixin's brow raised. "Married? I'm afraid you've lost me."

Lalian raised a finger as he began to explain. "A term used in the north when a man and woman are bound as bondmates."

"Ah," the princess smiled. "Then that's what you seek? Surely you must understand that such a tradition shall perish now that my father has claimed the north."

"Not necessarily. You see, I believe I've found a way to combine several traditions into one that may better serve The Empire," Lalian said proudly. "I intend to send word to your father for his approval."

"More importantly, my princess, we seek your assistance," Anthara added, her words still sounding clumsy and heavily accented in the imperial tongue. "We want a Sage to perform the marriage ritual. A... Supreme Mother."

Surprised, Vixin's smile only grew. "That's... quite exciting." She nodded at Anthara. "Yet is she certain of this? I cannot say our first meeting was particularly warm, nor many that followed."

Anthara looked to her mate, then finally dared to meet Vixin's silver gaze. "I am."

The princess moved to take a hand from each of them in her own, squeezing them with excitement, and caring little if they felt the remnant juices of her pleasure. "In that case, so be it. I shall make the preparations! Our Lalian... with a bondmate of his own. I'd have never predicted this day..."