Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 82

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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15th of Thriduin, 16 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

Candles of a dark green glow flickered in the night, placed in a circle around Supreme Mother Vixin as she beckoned the two Lanthians to approach. Her nude body was an invitation, for clothing held no place in such a ritual.

Atop The Grand Pyramid on Crescent Plaza, Lalian held Anthara's hand softly as they approached the circle, seeing the small altar behind The Supreme Mother of The Sages. Together, they each took one of Vixin's hands. With no crowd but Salduin standing nearby to observe, Lalian could almost calm the darkening of his green cheeks, standing nude with the two women he trusted most.

"Lalian and Anthara," Vixin began, offering no titles to burden them. Tonight, they were merely two creatures in their natural state, no longer a Grand Imperial Architect and his assistant. "We've come tonight to seal your bond eternally. If you accept, the touch of my holy lips shall bless you as one."

Vixin allowed Anthara to kiss her first, closing her eyes to savor her exotic Lanthian taste. The touch of a beautiful woman coaxed a warmth between her legs, yet tonight wasn't for her enjoyment. When they parted, she smiled expectantly at Lalian, watching his blush deepen before he met her royal lips. He had designed much of the coming ritual, yet this particular act had been her idea. The God Emperor had already sent his approval to utilize the marriage ritual across The Empire, intending to create stronger bonds between citizens and encourage the formation of stable families. As for the kiss, she remembered his words long ago. 'Appearances.' Generations of citizens would believe the mere lips of a Sage was a holy act.

"Now, demonstrate what you may offer your new mate before the eyes of The Creator," Vixin commanded, releasing their hands. She glanced to Salduin as the large man documented every word and act. The first marriage ritual would be preserved for all scholars of history, a framework for a tradition that would spread across The Empire.

Knowing what must come next, Lalian granted The Supreme Mother a nervous glance. When she offered a reassuring smile, he obeyed, lowering himself to the ground with Anthara. His mate eased onto her back in the middle of the circle, her skin a vivid shade as she was illuminated by the flickering green candlelight. Her legs spread wide, smirking, her loins eagerly awaiting their match.

Kneeling between her legs, Lalian's small manhood hung before him, a nervous little thing. Vixin came to his aid, her hand creeping down his body and she descended to his side. Her skilled fingers brushed against his cock, wrapping around gently as she began to stroke. Within moments he was prepared, as hard as his castrated erection could achieve.

Anthara's lips parted as Vixin's hand found its way between her spread thighs, caressing her green labia. The Lanthian nearly purred at the touch of another woman, already wet with anticipation.

The Supreme Mother guided Lalian's cock to touch his lover's lower lips. His manhood ached, nervous yet excited, knowing a single push would forever seal them as legal bondmates. The first act of a new tradition, in a new age, in an empire that would seize the world in its grasp. They stood at the forefront of history, two lovers becoming one.

A second felt like an eternity. Lalian inhaled a breath, and as he pushed forward, he moaned. Their loins slid together, sealing their bond forever.

Vixin smiled as the lovers came together. "By my authority, you are one," she said as she stood. She watched Lalian begin to thrust, moving her hand above them in the shape of a crescent moon as she spoke a prayer. "I bless you with the fertility of my holy womb, that your union shall produce a thriving bloodline. I bless your descendants, that they may enjoy the prosperity of our holy Vaid Empire."

Lalian felt a deep pleasure tingling through his manhood, even as the words struck his very core. They'd have no descendants, feeling the scar where his fertility had been cut away. Vixin must say the words, he knew, for they'd be documented by Salduin. Countless generations would speak them. Countless generations would believe their blessings were true. Here, however, they came as a lie.

Vixin watched as Anthara eyed her mate with obvious love, pulling him atop her and holding him close. His hips moved with an eager need, pumping his manhood in and out. The Supreme Mother concluded her blessings by moving to the small altar. There, atop the smooth stone, sat a Kintha needle.

She picked up the tool, once a Lanthian tattoo needle which was now repurposed like so many things for The Empire's own traditions. The once wooden handle had been replaced by one of black chimira steel. Its surface was carved with intricate symbols, for all Sages would be required to craft their own with patterns unique to them. Her royal hand wrapped around the handle, as thick as a sword's hilt.

Her favorite moment of the ritual had arrived. As she enjoyed the sight of the new couple's pleasure, she held the needle, pressing the black handle against her bare lower lips. She released a warm breath, feeling the tool's smooth surface as she rubbed against it. Already her juices coated the metal, more than ready as she began to slide the handle inside herself, as thick as an average lover. The end within her was rounded, forged into a replica of a cock's tip. The sharp needle protruded from the opposite end, pointed safely away.

She watched the couple making love at her feet, pleasuring herself as she pushed the tool in and out of her own tight embrace. She did her best to match Lalian's frantic pace, seeing Anthara's hands caressing her lover's back. Lalian held onto her as if she'd somehow vanish forever.

History would say the pleasure of a Sage held power. Tradition would require the holy vaginal juices of a Sage to bless the lovers' union further. More appearances. To Vixin, however, the act was something she took great enjoyment in, stepping further into debauchery. The world would know of her deed. Her act of masturbation would be sealed into history for all time. Countless Sages would be required to follow her example. She moaned loudly, taking ample satisfaction where embarrassment would've once overwhelmed her.

"Cum inside me, little Lalian," Anthara whispered into his ear. "This is our pleasure, our moment. Grant me your love."

Lalian moaned, humping like a desperate pet. Looking into her green eyes, he saw only affection. He wanted to make her moan with him. He wanted to make her scream in pleasure. His feeble thrusting did little to satiate the clear lust in her gaze, yet she offered no hint of disappointment at his lack of skill.

Anthara felt her lover's pace increase further, knowing he wouldn't last much longer. After only a short time, she heard the squeaking of his voice, pulling him tightly against her as he began to cum. She closed her eyes with a grin. Though her vagina pulsed with an unsatisfied ache, she felt a deep love radiating through her, kissing his neck.

They remained together as Vixin slowly pulled the tool from her soaking vagina. The Kintha needle's black handle dripped with her juices as she knelt, her cheeks blushing with pleasure. Anthara offered her left hand first, the other continuing to hold her lover against her. She grimaced as the needle met her skin, beginning to recreate the very symbol that had been etched upon her medallion. When she was finished, a tattoo of while ink sat in the center of her green palm.

Vixin took Lalian's left hand next, allowing him to remain atop his lover. The loins of the new bondmates remained interlocked as a proclamation of their love was permanently placed upon their skin. Vixin drew the symbol of severed wings within a circle upon his palm, identical to his mate's. All future bondmates would choice a unique symbol of their own, yet for the Lanthians lying before her, the choice had been clear.

Standing, Supreme Mother Vixin returned the needle to the altar before waving her hand above them once more in the same crescent moon symbol as before, her fingers wet with her own vaginal juices to offer a final blessing. "May your bond persist beyond this mortal life. May you watch your descendants thrive from the afterlife, together."

Slowly, Anthara slid her hand beneath her lover, feeling hints of pain from her new tattoo as she moved it atop her toned belly. Her lover had squirted inside her. She could feel it, a faint warmth that was hardly noticeable. The seed would not take. No child would be conceived tonight. As Vixin spoke of descendants, Anthara's grin couldn't help but dampen.

A Lanthian warrior needed to produce strong children. Lalian could give her none.

11th of Fixuin, 16 AVE.

Kingdom of Harin, Great City of Visti.

A hush lingered over the crowd as they watched the northern nobles kneel before the throne. The God Emperor waited, his silver eyes faintly glowing as he studied them. A gesture of his hand summoned the first.

Nafalya stood far to the side of the throne, at the end of a line of her father's advisors. Aside from eyes drawn to her beauty, she was of little consequence to the onlookers, for few had yet to remember the name of their ruler's unnoteworthy daughter; just the way she liked. She observed from the side, a silent watcher.

If anything, more looked to the opposite side of the throne where their conquered Princess Witla stood, now the Queen Regent for her new son. Nafalya was no less of a fool than any other. She saw her father's features upon the boy's face, a black-haired prince Witla had named Siril. Anyone could see the truth of his paternity, yet she doubted quite as many people could ever hope to guess what their new ruler had done behind closed doors. Yes, Nafalya could sense the spiritual bonds of her sisters' illegitimate children connecting to... strange places. Yes, Nafalya knew much indeed.

The first Lord offered obeisance to her father. His servants presented his offering. As promised, his gold was replaced with a hoard of white coins of equal value.

Nafalya studied the man, the ruler of Blini, a small city in Spirexia. He had been selected, she knew. Already a Truthseeker had infiltrated his court, one of many unfortunate nobles that would experience tragic accidents in the coming months. Men more favorable to her father would be granted their thrones, of course. She smiled with amusement, quietly identifying the many Truthseekers hidden in the crowd.

Next was the ruler of Kisrin. An extravagantly dressed man, his offering was a fraction of what he possessed, for his wealth was far too vast to present. Instead, it'd be slowly replaced over time.

Glancing over to see Cendra standing closest to their father, Nafalya couldn't help but conceal a smirk. Her sister had only just started appearing in public once more, standing with her hands meekly clasped together, swordless. It had been an amusing sight to see her humbled, yet now, as her sister was faced with the ruler of the city she had failed to conquer, Nafalya concealed an entertained grin behind her fingers as Cendra subtly lowered her head. Her elder sister would rise again or collapse entirely. Nafalya would watch with curiosity for either outcome.

No doubt her father would've preferred to replace the man, though Kisrin was too prominent. The death of such a Lord would cause far too many questions that couldn't be easily ignored like lesser Lords. Instead, Dominax allowed the man to bow at his feet. He had come as The Lord of Kisrin, and departed as The High Lord of The Kisrin District as the north was restructured to fit The God Emperor's design.

Clin and Irith were on the other side of the throne, yet Hesin had been placed next to Nafalya. She made a mental note of the attendees for today's ceremony, granting her master a knowing glance. Most nobles had already offered obeisance. Some had rushed to Visti. The cities that fell during the conquest had already been granted to Lords of Dominax's choosing, and thus weren't summoned to attend in person. Others, however, had yet to arrive. As today was the final day of such ceremonies, she knew Hesin held a scowl behind his mask.

Pinni and Harkrin were the most prominent of the missing Lords. As per her father's instructions, she wouldn't forget who shunned him. Absent vassals didn't bode well, yet she merely smirked with satisfaction as she completed the task he had entrusted to her. Such was another step to proving her value.

The nobles stepped back as Dominax rose to address the crowd. Nafalya noted their many faces, seeing a growing number of southern humans among them as populations were forcefully mixed and relocated over time. There'd be no homogeneous groups to offer resistance in the end. He had promised a unified empire of a single population. He'd ensure it was so.

"As all beings beneath my empire have been granted citizenship, each equally ensured the peace and stability provided in the south, so too shall the nobility prosper. Those who submit to my will may keep their lands and wealth," Dominax's booming voice echoed through the long chamber. "The divide between north and south is no more. There is only The Empire and its countless citizens. Those who would stand against such unity would see us plunged into the chaos of our past."

Nafalya heard the roars of approval, her silver eyes tracing over those who remained silent. His words had been repeated by several translators, a necessary compromise. Already her father had offered tax concessions to those who were fluent in the imperial tongue. The fact that tutors were in extreme demand came as no surprise.

"Long live The Empire!" many began to shout with fervor. Nafalya's eyes narrowed as she saw many others holding their tongues with displeasure.

18th of Silla, 16 AVE.

Kingdom of Harin, Great City of Visti.

The blade awaited her. It sat there upon the table, taunting and tempting. Cendra stood in silence, hands folded close to her chest.

Irith waited just outside the door connecting the princess's quarters to a large rooftop garden. She'd need a sword to train, yet hers seemed unreachable. It sat there, cold, untouched by her hand for over a year.

Reaching out, she nearly brushed the hilt, sensing the power radiating within the blade. When her hand began to tremble, she pulled back with a sneer of disgust at herself. She paced about the room, calming the rage poisoning her insides before trying again. Once more she remembered her burning fleet as her fingers fell within an inch of the hilt, taking an unsteady step back.

The hatred of her own inaction would've consumed her were it not for the memory of Irith's words. "This weakness shall pass." How simple they sounded, a mere sample of what she'd taught Cendra this past year. Irith's tone had stuck in her memory, as if stating an inarguable fact, yet still the sword remained elusive.

"Mind your rage. A princess is of little use if anger controls her steps," Cendra reminded herself, thinking of Irith once more. She inhaled deeply, gathering her fury at such frustrating weakness before allowing it to slowly dissipate as she exhaled. For once, the mental exercise was successful.

Cendra waited until her trembling ceased before opening the door. Empty handed again. Outside, two legionaries stood guard for their princess. They met her with a bow as she eyed her stepmother, who was kneeling beside Arinax as the boy studied the rows of flowers lining the garden.

"I would be honored if you'd accept my blade," one of the men stated. He eyed her empty hand, all too familiar with her failure. The second guard mirrored the first as they both presented their swords. "The honor should be mine, princess," the other replied.

As always, she accepted the blade of the smaller man for the day's training. If she wasn't worthy of her own weapon, why did she deserve to wield the better man's blade?

Irith kissed Arinax's cheek before rising to face the younger woman, dismissing the guards with a wave. Her blue eyes found the plain sword before her with gentle disappointment. "Well? Let's get started. The day is only so long."

The garden rang with the clashing of blades. Back and forth they moved with careful steps. Nearby, Arinax touched each flower with a wide grin, oblivious to the duel. The north held such wonders for the young prince, yet the princess was lost within her own thoughts.

"You're distracted, just like yesterday," Irith said, her accent as smooth as the breeze lapping at the silky fabric beneath their training armor. "I know what you're capable of, Cendra. If I can survive your attacks for a mere moment, I know you're not here. Not entirely."

Cendra glared, swinging her sword quickly, yet each strike was redirected by the more experienced woman. For a moment she wanted to leap over her combatant's head and cut her down from behind, yet her legs shook at the thought. What if she tripped?

"An ordinary woman cannot match the skill of a Vaid. Come, sweet girl. Stop holding back." Irith moved with precision.

Her royal hands felt loose, hardly holding her blade. To squeeze would be to commit to the duel. To commit would risk failure. She gritted her teeth, fighting only hard enough to keep Irith on the defensive.

"How can you fight while you're burdened? Child, tell me what's on your mind," Irith commanded in a motherly voice, somehow both gentle and firm.

Cendra dodged a strike. "Father says we may remain in the north for another year. Possibly two."

"Your father is a busy man. There are enemies in every shadow here, and he won't leave until they're pacified." Irith redirected Cendra's blade. "I can't help but think that staying in Harin isn't what worries you. It seems that returning to Domani will be a great deal harder."

"Oh?" Cendra tried to smirk, yet it fell from her lips as her armor was nearly struck by her opponent. "I'd be more than happy to rid myself of this vile place."

"Even when a certain someone awaits our arrival at home?" Irith saw the flash of emotion in her stepdaughter's silver eyes, utilizing her distraction to ring her sword against the younger woman's chest plate. "You'll never be whole until you stop blaming your sister for deeds she didn't commit."

Cendra winced, more from a surge of emotion than the impact. She swung her sword hard, missing. "If I have to hear both you and Clin plead for Vixin's defense..."

Irith pushed forward, using Cendra's unbalance to send her toppling backward. "Your father argues for a united House, sisters at each other's side. Though I'd love nothing more, I won't push that far, for now. Merely know that so long as you cling to your hatred, I can't help you achieve the happiness you begged me for. Not truly." Standing over the princess, she reached out a hand. Cendra hesitated before accepting it. "Mourn your mother, sweet girl. I never knew her, yet I mourn her for your father's sake all the same. Grieve, yet don't mistake pain for anger."

"How can I merely grieve when the daughter of her killer enjoys a life of comfort while she rots?" Cendra bit back the dampness already threatening to fill her eyes, readying her blade.

Irith allowed her to attack, taking careful steps backward as she withstood the princess's dancing blade. A hint of the power she once wielded came forth, moving nearly too fast for Irith to keep up. She waited, watching, thrusting out when she saw a mistake that went unnoticed through her opponent's emotion, sending Cendra's sword clattering to the stone ground. "A traitor's daughter, yet your sister."

Cendra stood still, her cheeks burning with shame as she stared at her fallen weapon. She felt her legs growing weak, her breath quickening as her destroyed fleet returned to her mind, threatening to pull her back down. She failed, once again.

Sheathing her sword, Irith tightly embraced her stepdaughter. "If you think your anger gives you strength, you're mistaken." She pressed her lips to her ear in a whisper. "Let it go."

1st of Fonic, 17 AVE.

Kingdom of Harin, Great City of Visti.

Nafalya inhaled the subtle smell of her own sweet scent, lying on her back. The air carried traces of a young woman who had only just reached the age of maturity, a fragrance only her keen nose could detect. Her body was sexually ripe and ready.

Night had fallen heavily outside the windows of her quarters. She remained alone atop her bed, her soft skin wrapped only in darkness. Her womanly thighs remained parted, a flexible little creature.

A slender finger glided between the delicate pink folds of her virgin labia. She brought it to her lips, tasting herself with a smirk. The Empire had named her a divine beauty. That would soon be her weapon.

Her hands caressed the feminine curves of her naked body, feeling her wide hips. How many men would fall victim to her blade because of their distraction? Her finger returned between her legs, sliding inside her tight embrace. A warm breath passed from her lips as she explored herself.

Long had she trained. Her hands were weapons, nimble and dexterous. Here, however, she found them lacking. As her pleasure built, her body suddenly tensed as a low pulsing echoed through her. She savored it, yet frowned. Was this an orgasm? Surely not.

"Curious," she said with slight disappointment. The feeling had been the most intense she had managed thus far, yet still it wasn't enough. A master had trained her with a blade. Her fingers had to learn alone.

Nafalya's keen ears heard footsteps long before the knock came. She allowed the tiny tingling sensation to linger between her legs a moment longer, hearing a light tapping on the door. Pulling a thin sheet over her nude form, she required no introduction, already sensing the visitor's identity. "Enter."

Her mother stepped inside, offering a kind smile before sealing the door behind her. "Why am I not surprised to find you awake?" Irith chuckled as she went about lighting the many candles about the room. Blue eyes traveled over her daughter, seeing her flushed cheeks in the flickering light.

Nafalya felt exposed as the darkness was banished. She cared little for her nakedness beneath the sheet, yet secrets were better concealed without light. "A strange hour to come knocking, wouldn't you say?"

A smile from Irith couldn't mask the evasiveness of her blue eyes. "So it is, child, yet I'd have no interruptions. There is a matter we must speak of."

A raised brow of amusement came as Nafalya's reply. She sat up in bed, caring little as the sheet fell to reveal a breast.

"You're a young woman now, my sweet girl. At times I can hardly believe you're no longer my little princess, always sneaking from my side." Irith sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought as she pondered how to proceed. "I've awaited this day. Now that it's here, I... seem to have lost my words."

Silver eyes studied her mother, concealing a smirk. The mighty Concubine Empress of God Emperor Dominax had never appeared more lost. She observed the slight blush of her mother's cheeks, sensing her increased heart rate. Excitement?

"There are duties required of a princess. You've seen how busy your elder sisters are." Irith finally dared to meet her daughter's gaze. "Yet some duties can only be fulfilled by your own choosing, hidden from the eyes of the court and population."

Nafalya nearly chuckled. Did she truly presume to lecture her on hidden deeds?

"The duty we hold to our family is higher than any other. I've done my best to teach you such things, yet your new adulthood brings an opportunity to deepen your commitment to that responsibility." Irith bit her lip. "There is no greater connection than the bond between kin. Your father and I love you more than you can yet understand."

"She comes to speak riddles, forgetting I'm no longer a child," Nafalya said to herself with an entertained shake of her head. "You can hide little from me, mother. Poor Cendra has been absent from father's bed, hasn't she?"

Stunned, Irith swallowed. "Whatever you've heard-"

"Saw, mother. Oh, I never presumed to peek inside when they were together, for father's tolerance of my curiosity only goes so far, yet I've followed her to his door on more than one occasion." Nafalya smirked, savoring her mother's surprise. "Whatever could their many secret rendezvous be for, I wonder? Perhaps they discuss why her daughter shared so many of his features before she was hurriedly shipped away to be forgotten. They were quite long conversations, and so often."

Irith straightened. "That's a dangerous accusation, sweet girl. Form no assumptions before you know the truth of it."

"Isn't that why you're here? To reveal dirty family secrets? Surely you didn't come to lecture me on duty."

"Dirty secrets?" Irith's lips parted in offense, momentarily forgetting herself. "They're acts of beauty, Nafalya. Save your judgment, for I..." She calmed herself, her flowing accent easing. "I had hoped to reveal such things gently, softer."

"Judgment? I've offered none." She watched her mother carefully, seeing blue eyes turning to her once more. "Father always says we are superior, special. Why should we give a single thought to the taboos of others?"

Irith placed her hand upon her daughter's thigh, almost hesitantly, separated only by the thin fabric. "Nafalya... this is a very delicate matter. If anyone were to find out..."

"You forget to whom you speak, mother." She allowed the sheet to fall further, revealing the other breast. "Protecting the secrets of House Vaid is my duty."

Finally relaxing, Irith couldn't help but smile with pride. "They could be in no better hands, my sweet girl. Such secrets shall one day be accepted as natural, yet until then, I'd have you know them all." She moved closer, granting her cheek a kiss. "Still, that's only the beginning. I'll never force you to commit a deed you dislike, yet your father has sent me to grant you an offer to deepen your familial bond. I shall leave without another word of this if you refuse, yet if you choose to accept..." Irith looked at the beautiful face of her daughter with satisfaction, having long awaited this moment. "... I shall bring you to him tomorrow night."

Nafalya pretended to consider the offer, yet her choice was never in question. She entertained herself with each second of her mother's anticipation before she was content. "I've known for some time of his intentions to breed me with Grand Master Hesin. If he intends to enjoy the result of his seed's creation first, I can find no reason to resist him. You claim a familial bond is the most beautiful act, yet pleasure committed in secret has its own... curiosities."

Irith's heart hammered in her chest as joy overwhelmed her. She moved to embrace her, squeezing tightly as she felt her daughter's bare chest pressing against her. "Never have I been prouder, child."

As they slowly parted, Nafalya sensed her mother's interest, seeing her eyes lowering to her breasts.

"It never ceases to amaze me how well you've grown. I can hardly imagine how pleased your father is to see the beauty you've become." Irith touched the younger woman's cheek with affection, her grip tightening on her thigh as a deep love remained in her gaze.

The tiny tingle of her masturbation remained, and Nafalya focused on her touch with curiosity. "Oh, he will be pleased."

A temptation she had long craved urged Irith forward, gently pressing her lips to her daughter's. Her blue eyes closed, feeling Nafalya's surprise fall away into acceptance. She tasted her, feeling her warm breath when she pulled back. "Blood seeks blood, kin seeks kin. I love you, Nafalya."

When her mother began to pull away, Nafalya grabbed her wrist, forcing her hand to remain upon her leg. She smirked, sensing the older woman's desires clearly. "If your words hold truth, father shall not be disappointed, yet I'd rather be certain. Am I truly the beauty they all claim me to be?"

Irith watched her silver eyes, knowing no doubt lay behind them. She offered a knowing look, gently easing her wrist from her grip. "I've seen this gorgeous body mature into the magnificent artwork it's become." She fingered the edge of the sheet, slowly pulling it down until it rested just below her navel. She nearly quivered as she touched her daughter's midriff, running her hand over her flat stomach. "None could resist you."

Nafalya bit her lip, silver eyes brimming with temptation. "And the rest of me?"

A flutter in her chest made Irith smile wider, eying the sheet. Slowly, she began to pull it lower, feeling her breath catch in her throat. She discarded it to the floor, taking in the sight of her naked daughter as if standing before a delectable feast. "Utter perfection."

The princess restrained a chuckle, pleased with the effect her body had upon another. The tingle remained, unsatisfied. "He'll savor my form, yet I doubt a virgin could satisfy a man of such... experience."

Irith felt as though she caressed the softest material she had ever touched as her hands glided over the flawless skin of Nafalya's hips, delighting in her daughter's divine curves. Wide childbearing hips would drive men to madness, ensuring she'd receive many grandbabies. "There is no better man to make you a woman, my precious girl." Slowly, hesitantly, she touched her daughter's thighs once more. She wanted to extend the moment as long as she could, gradually guiding the princess to part her legs. Her blue eyes took in the sight of her pretty vagina, spreading her thighs widely.

Nafalya felt excitement quicken her breaths as her mother's hand crept up her inner thigh.

She paused for only a moment, knowing there'd be no going back. When her fingertips brushed against her daughter's labia, she felt herself shudder with arousal. A boundary had been crossed forever. The delicate petals of her offspring's flower felt moist to her touch, wanting, craving.

Vixin was her stepdaughter, as much her child as her own. It had been enthralling to commit their taboo deeds, pleasuring the daughter of her mate. Nafalya, however, carried her blood. She touched what she had given birth to, a true act of incest that nearly forced a moan from her lips. She felt as though she were dreaming as her finger traced over the sensitive lower lips beneath her touch.

The taboo of the act made Nafalya blush harder, wanting nothing more. The incestuous urges of her parents' blood had been passed to her, a fact she had never cared to resist.

"I've never seen a more beautiful vagina, my sweet girl," Irith said, nearly in awe. The womanhood before her was a perfect creation, a mixing of herself and her beloved Dominax. Nafalya was a manifestation of their bond, their love. As her finger gently brushed over the petite clit on display, nearly obsessing over every detail, she put aside their harsh disagreements regarding Arinax. In this moment, she wanted only to revel in exploring the product of their mixed blood, their daughter.

Nafalya's lips parted in a gasp, flinching. When her mother offered a concerned look, she waved it aside. "Your fingers are more... experienced."

Irith smiled coyly, rubbing her clit ever so gently. "You'll have ample time to learn, even if it's merely by yourself."

Her silver eyes fluttered, only able to reply when her mother switched to a soft massage of her labia. "S... so you say. I've yet to..." She nearly moaned, feeling her loins aching, unsatisfied. When Irith granted her a questioning glance, the princess smirked. "It's very curious. I've heard of the euphoria of an orgasm, and yet..."

Irith's eyes widened with realization. "My poor baby hasn't experienced an orgasm?" She watched her daughter nodded with obvious amusement, taking no shame in the fact. Irith felt a surge of guilt, almost feeling as though she had failed her. "Oh, my little Nafalya... I cannot permit my little girl to go unsatisfied for another night."

Nafalya chuckled to herself, pleased by the outcome of her revelation as Irith found a more comfortable spot between her spread legs, lying upon her belly with her face ever so close to her most intimate area. She felt her mother's fingers, knowing they were already drenched in her juices. When two began to slide inside, testing her gently, she gasped once more.

Feeling the squeezing tightness of her daughter's vagina, Irith rubbed her own thighs together. She was soaking. "My tight girl... I won't rest until you shake with satisfaction," she vowed, easily finding her most sensitive area. A tap of her finger caused Nafalya's desirable hips to lightly buck, knowing she had found her prize.

A long moan eased from her royal lips as her mother's fingers set about their work. Nafalya's head fell back, clenching her eyes shut in pleasure.

A Vaid was resilient, able to withstand thrusts that would break an ordinary woman, yet Irith handled her as though she were a fragile vase. Even the gentlest rubbing of her fingers made the princess squirm, renewing Irith's guilt. "How frustrating it must have been, aware of a higher pleasure, yet unaware of how to achieve it. I'm so sorry, my sweet girl. I'll teach you everything you'd like to know."

Nafalya nodded, running her hands over her young chest. Every second of her mother's touch was vastly more pleasurable than the fumbling of her own fingers. No anger came to her. She felt no disappointment in herself. She'd simply improve.

With her face close to her daughter's wet vagina, Irith felt as though she'd melt with lust from the alluring smell of her pleasure. It came sweetly, more pleasant than any flower. Vixin had smelled the same, for it seemed as though every aspect of the daughters of Irith's mate was created to lure others. Nafalya's body wanted to be fucked. Her pussy was a sensual beacon to all around her, demanding to be impregnated. Irith studied the womanhood before her, enthralled with the knowledge that it'd soon carry her first true grandchild.

Fingers massaged the princess's sensitivity as her mother's thumb moved to gently focus upon her clit. Irith knew exactly how to pleasure herself in her own private moments. Pleasuring her daughter was a simple matter.

Nafalya caressed her own breasts, feeling their perky round forms. They were slightly larger than those of her sisters, yet still firm and full. If they'd slow her down in a fight, even slightly, the distraction they'd provide would more than make up for any disadvantage.

Irith's second hand caressed her daughter's thigh before using her fingers to lightly spread her labia further. Every moment only increased her obsession, hardly able to control herself. Her face moved closer, feeling a warmth radiating from the young woman's loins. No longer could she resist, moving aside her thumb as she gently licked the small royal clit before her. Nafalya's body jerked as Irith's eyes briefly fluttered back, tasting her daughter's juices.

Her fingers continued softly as her tongue lapped at the sensitive bud. Nafalya squirmed, her hips quivering in pleasure. It'd be a simple thing to bring her to orgasm, her sensitive little princess, yet Irith would take as much time as she desired. She had waited too long to end the moment so soon.

A gasp eased from Nafalya's lips, then a deep moan. Never had she felt anything similar, only able to imagine what a tongue could do to her when her fingers had proved inadequate. Now, she merely moved her hips with utter enjoyment.

Irith's tongue circled her clit before thrashing side to side, striking the bud each time. She continued, feeling her daughter's hips rising lightly before she could bear no more. Irith eased, circling the bud again before moving to suck on her clit. The younger, inexperienced vagina squeezed around her fingers, doing all it could to endure her skill.

Nothing could compare to the taste of her daughter's juices. Within moments, she was addicted, lapping up all she could. No feast had ever been as tasteful. She wondered how she could possibly bear to pull her mouth away, yet she forced herself all the same, continuing her fingers' massage as she spoke. "Your father... shall delight in this gorgeous body of yours, my sweet girl."

Nafalya grinned at the thought, closing her eyes as she enjoyed her pleasure. If there was any way to earn his trust, she could find no better opportunity. She wanted to be at his side, a close confidant. If he'd take her as a lover, all the better.

"You have no idea of how proud he's been to see you grow into the stunning young woman you've become," Irith said, speaking before her tongue returned. When she pushed the princess nearly to her limit, she pulled away again. "He speaks to me, sweet girl. Never doubt his love, even when it's from afar."

A tiny hint of emotion was quickly restrained, locked away. That had been far too close. She replaced it with an amused grin, delighted to know her goal was progressing. She'd serve The Empire and, more importantly, her father from the shadows. No other purpose was befitting a being of her talent. "Tomorrow... I shall demonstrate... ahh... the validity of his pride."

Irith pulled her fingers aside, driving her tongue as deep as she could manage into her daughter. She wanted to taste her insides, to know every inch of her offspring.

Nafalya moaned, pinching her nipples between two fingers each. "Will he..." She considered her words, for the realm of adulthood was all too new. "Will he... ahh... release himself... inside me?"

Irith nearly shook at the thought. No longer could she bear the need aching between her own thighs as they rubbed together, sneaking a hand down to find her own pleasure. She lapped at the younger woman's clit, moving her other hand atop Nafalya's belly. Her daughter was a young, sexually ripe, fertile girl. She'd give anything to see her mate, her beloved Dominax, impregnate their daughter. She needed a grandchild, intending fully to grant it all the love she could muster. As she pulled her lips away, her chin dripped with her daughter's delectable juices. "Yes. Yes, my sweet girl. Your father shall fill you with the seed that sired you, and this adorable little belly shall swell with his child. There's no act more beautiful..."

A pleased smile turned to a moan as her mother's tongue continued. Did Nafalya want to become pregnant? She easily nodded to herself. Her father could grant her strong and powerful children, forging a talented bloodline for herself.

Irith's fingers toyed with the soaking wetness between her own legs, making her groan against her daughter's vagina. Her tongue only worked harder, holding onto the young woman's thigh with her other hand to control the involuntary movement of the princess's wide hips.

Nafalya pinched her nipples harder, knowing they'd soon feed her father's baby. Her milk would sustain their incestuous child, their mutual secret, as he entrusted her with his plans. Perhaps one day, should she serve him well, he may even permit her to add her own advice to his designs. She moaned hard, almost grinding her loins against her mother's face.

"Is my precious girl satisfied?" Irith asked as she pulled away, sliding two fingers back inside her daughter's vagina. "Are you ready to feel your first full orgasm?"

A nod was all she could offer, moaning.

"You'll have to relax... ahh... and savor your pleasure. Allow yourself to cum." Irith felt herself growing closer to her own finish as the hand between her thighs did its best to match the younger woman's pleasure. She wanted to orgasm with her as mother and daughter.

Nafalya calmed her thoughts, relaxing her body as she thought of her future. Long had she trained. Long had she mastered her skills. Tomorrow, she'd take the first step in forging her desired purpose. Nothing would hold her back.

"Cum for me, my sweet girl. Cum for your mommy!"

Nafalya had never pushed herself so close to her limit. When she toppled over its edge, her silver eyes clenched shut.

Irith heard her daughter's cries of bliss, seeing her move to grip the sheets in ecstasy as her pleasure peaked. Seeing her offspring enraptured by intense pleasure, she was forced to fight through her own climax as she began to frantically rub her fingers from side to side over the princess's clit.

Internal muscles seized, no longer perpetually ready to strike an enemy with deadly skill, but instead, to allow pleasure to rip through Nafalya's royal body. The princess couldn't restrain a loud cry that she would've rather concealed. If the finish of her masturbation had been a slight pulsing sensation, this felt as though it were an explosion. It erupted from within, a sensation that threatened to tear her apart with excruciating, delectable pleasure.

Her limbs trembled, seized in an ecstasy more intense than she had ever felt. Her mother's skillful touch knew exactly how to draw out her finish to its fullest extent, proving far too much for her inexperienced body to endure without loosing control. Royal juices soaked the sheets beneath her as a princess finally received the bliss she was entitled to.

The powerful climax left her panting, her body falling limp when it finally passed. She felt as though she had been electrocuted, unable to lift so much as her slender arm. She merely breathed, basking in the the aftermath as a deep euphoria flowed through her tender body. That was an orgasm.

"Good... girl..." Irith muttered, soaking the sheets beneath herself further. She watched her daughter's labia experiencing contractions, a sight more beautiful than she had ever witnessed. "My good girl... it'll linger for some time. Simply... relax. Savor it."

Nafalya breathed deeply, feeling as though she were floating.

"This... is only the beginning. You have no idea how it feels to cum during penetration." Irith lovingly traced her fingers over her daughter's wet labia, utterly satisfied. "Your father... shall make you scream when he takes you... and I'll be at your side until the very end. I love you, Nafalya."

The princess could only rest, allowing a smirk to form on her lips. Tomorrow was her opportunity. Tomorrow, she'd become a woman.