Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 85

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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21st of Fonic, 17 AVE.

Kingdom of Harin, Great City of Visti.

Rain sprinkled lightly atop Visti Castle's rooftops. High upon a covered balcony, Irith reached out to feel the water running through her fingers. "Loyalists shall say the north wept for The God Emperor's departure. Others shall claim the world shed tears for the fall of Harin. Either way, it's a strange feeling to leave after so long."

Dominax gazed far into the distance towards the south, unable to see The Chimira. The vessel of The Creator hovered high above his throne, beyond the sight of the north. "Other aims require my focus. Harin may forever rest under my peace now."

Irith touched Arinax's shoulder as their son stood between them. Zela peered through the bars of the railing with a smile, ever curious. A pain touched Irith's chest, wondering what Enil would've thought of her children. "I find it odd to know I may never see these lands again. Perhaps that'd be for the best, for there are far too many echoes of the past here. I only hope we've done what's best for those that remain. We brought them a better future, didn't we, my love?"

Dominax nodded. "Have no doubt of that."

She hesitated. "Yet I've heard whispers of recent trouble in Pinni and Harkrin."

"A temporary setback that's been swiftly dealt with. Grant them no further thought." Dominax frowned in displeasure.

Irith's expression hardened. "I'm not a follower that must be talked down to. Speak plainly. I'm your mate, and I know what happened." She turned to him with searching eyes. "Why didn't you consult Clin and I?"

"If we're speaking plainly, state your accusation," his deep voice demanded coldly.

She covered Arinax's ears. "Slaughter." With a glance back at Zela to see the girl reaching out to play with the rain, she continued. "The citizens of Pinni and Harkrin rioted to prevent their Lords from kneeling to The Empire, and the legion cut them down when they resisted. By your order, no?"

Dominax pulled her hands from Arinax with disapproval. "Let the boy hear, for he'll have to commit the same horrid deed someday. Yes, I gave the order. A flicker of resistance shall ignite an inferno that'll be our undoing. I extinguished it. The survivors shall spread their tales as a warning to those that would wound my Eternal Peace." His tone offered no argument. "Mercy that permits chaos and disorder to consume the population is not a virtue."

"You acted without our counsel." Irith folded her arms.

"Would you have convinced me otherwise?" Dominax raised a questioning brow, and Arinax looked to his mother with confusion.

Irith bit her lip. "I don't know. Sometimes I wish the path ahead was a simple matter of good and terrible. The loss of many was always inevitable when striving to rearrange the world for the better, yet you can't expect me to stomach the details so easily."

"You'd need only to weep for them should I have permitted their resistance to spread. They can do no further harm now." Dominax met her with a solemn expression. "Clin shall hear rumors of what occurred, and in time, he'll come to understand. The man's counsel has many uses, though not in this. Not when a firm hand is required to act decisively to avoid destruction."

Irith nodded, feigning understanding as her stomach tightened with unease. As they stood in silence, she looked out across her former homeland, seeing The Empire in every direction. They had fought for this day. He had been the catalyst. Dominax had raised them from nothing, birthing an empire all because a young man had stood in the ruins of his world and decided enough was enough. Despite her misgivings, she couldn't help but admit her respect for her mate. Could such a man be wrong? Her worries remained.

"Leave your doubts in the north. The fleet departs in the morning, but tonight holds ample time for Arinax's training." He touched their son's shoulder, guiding him away. "Come, boy."

As Arinax looked to his mother with dread, Irith grabbed the prince's hand, stopping him. Dominax glanced back, in no mood to argue. Every instinct urged her to pull her son back to safety, yet she knew the defiance Dominax would tolerate had firm limits, even for her.

Her grip loosened. She saw Arinax's despair when she released him, feeling a motherly agony as she failed her son. Silently, she watched them depart.

"Mother? Are you hurt?" Zela asked when tears began to leak from Irith's eyes.

She quickly wiped them away, forcing a false smile as she picked up her daughter. "No, sweet girl. Mommy is fine." She brought her to the edge of the balcony once more, cautious of the drop below. "I'm merely excited to return home. Aren't you?"

The girl nodded joyfully, oblivious to the bloodshed that had torn the land around them apart.

45th of Fonic, 17 AVE.

Kingdom of Vaidrin, Near Arcia.

Waves lapped at the ship's hull as it cut through the river. Hesin leaned against the bow's railing to look down, watching the water writhe and swirl. The sound was soothing as he touched his mask, more exhausted than he had realized. The conquest of the north was at its end, and he allowed a satisfied smirk to creep upon his lips, hidden. He had done his part.

The smallest creak of the deck from behind was the only hint of an approaching being. Any ordinary man would've been oblivious, yet his trained ear knew better. Turning around, he saw disappointment in Nafalya's eyes. "Close."

"The firm footing of castle floors has lessened me," she shook her head without anger. "I'll improve, master."

He nodded in silence. As she stepped closer, he couldn't help but glance at her midriff, her pregnancy beginning to show. He couldn't help but be intrigued.

She took her place at his side, every step calculated. "Curious. It seems we're of the few that'll return home whole." She eyed the legionaries going about their duties. They carried themselves with pride, yet beneath, she sensed their weary thoughts. "Even poor Cendra hasn't escaped without scars of her own. I can sense her pacing about her quarters right now, trying to withhold her panic at being aboard a ship once more." Nafalya chuckled in amusement, pointing down as if she could see below deck. "What a shame."

"Good. Scars have their uses." He watched her with his remaining eye, seeing her dark hair fluttering.

She smirked, sneakily taking his hand. When he didn't pull away, she pressed closer.

Savoring the softness of her touch, he finally broke the silence. "You know what awaits us in Domani. You know of your father's designs for us."

"Oh, I do." She held his arm. "I've long known what our fates hold, though that doesn't mean I'm content to wait so long."

Glancing over, Hesin felt her guiding his hand to her chest. Slowly, his fingers brushed her breast, making him shutter with desire. "And your pregnancy?"

She shrugged, allowing him to squeeze for the first time. "A small inconvenience."

"Hardly," he whispered into her ear, smirking. She was promised to be his, yet another had tasted her first. His Truthseekers were everywhere. Their eyes were his. Mere whispers were all he had, yet if his suspicions about The God Emperor were true...

She felt his other hand touch her belly, sensing his lust. Pleased, she caressed his cheek.

Dominax would only permit him to learn as much as the man allowed, of course. The God Emperor was cunning, yet the hints he offered were too strong to dismiss. Hesin grinned deviously, for the possible paternity of her child was a truth he couldn't help but find amusement in. Did any greater taboo exist? The degeneracy of the thought coaxed his curiosities, his thoughts only interrupted when her finger slipped beneath his mask.

He reached up to stop her. Deadly silver eyes met his, waiting until he eased. With a nod of rare trust, he allowed her to lift the mask enough to leave his lips bare. With a chuckle she kissed him, tasting the future father of her next child.

"Seek me out when we reach Domani. There, my patience shall end," she said with a seductive smirk.

As she slowly walked away, he watched her wide hips sway with every step. "I should thank you for many things, Dominax, yet your daughter stands atop them all."

1st of Fixuin, 17 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

"I can feel it. Excitement is humming through the masses," Vixin said as she finished dressing, donning her usual outfit, for no other would do this morning. "Yet they're mistaken if anyone down there believes they can match my own."

Beside her, Yisi pondered the outfits laying on display upon Vixin's bed, still naked. The princess had taken to calling it their bed now, yet Yisi would never presume to overstep. Her belongings had slowly made their way into the royal quarters, each day lessening her anticipation that Vixin would change her mind. She stood silently, arms folded across her modest breasts.

Vixin strolled over, caressing Yisi's slender body from behind. "Unable to decide? Each could easily be traded for the price of a small house, including the loincloth," she explained, nodding towards a simple piece of cloth decorated with intricate details of woven gold.

"They're fit for a princess, not a mere..." She sought the term. "Me. I'll wear my Acolyte loincloth."

"Simple, yet if that's what you'd prefer..." Vixin eyed the girl's solemn face. "Yisi, what's on your mind? You're more quiet than usual."

Looking away, she peered at the ground. When it was clear the princess wouldn't drop the matter, she pushed through her hesitation with a sigh. "You were free to act as you pleased. Now that your father is returning, what'll become of us?"

"He's your father as well." Vixin embraced her from behind, pressing her chest against the girl's back. "The God Emperor has never stood in the way of my desires."

Yisi frowned. "I'm more than a simple night of pleasure. If he decides I'm not worthy to warm your bed..."

Vixin quieted her, kissing her neck. "You're more than worthy, Yisi. Besides, he claims all Vaids are free to seek their desires. I seek you."

Enduring a silence as her frown ease, Yisi tried to look back when Vixin's hand caressed her breast. "What're you doing?"

"All these worries run through your pretty head, when in truth, you need only to focus upon my touch. I shall tend to everything else." Vixin's finger brushed her pink nipple. "Besides, I told you the truth of his nature. A single look at the woman you've become, and he'll approve of his daughters sharing such a bond as ours." Her other hand slid down, caressing her rump. "Now get dressed. None shall take you from my side, though for now, we do have places to be before his arrival."

Yisi allowed a kiss, her face almost appearing at ease. She retrieved the loincloth she had been granted to mark her as a Sage Acolyte, tying the simple black strip of fabric to hang over her groin. Her long black hair hung over her breasts, leaving the rest of her tantalizing form on display.

Vixin studied her before offering an exaggerated clap. "Perfection."

Concealing a blush by turning her head, Yisi once more folded her arms as she changed the subject. "Did the masks arrive for tonight?"

"That's where we're heading now. The metalworkers delivered them earlier, though I'd inspect them myself. Everything must be perfect." Vixin smiled to herself, noting their preparations in her head. Messages of invitation had already been sent upon flying Ranidons to notable Lords and High-Lords. A massive chamber had been selected and decorated. Her finest slaves had been trained to serve her guests. Pleasures of the flesh were natural, yet while anonymous and bare, they'd all meet without titles nor rank. After all, what better way to celebrate the return of The God Emperor than a royal orgy?

Yisi nodded, following behind when Vixin departed. The princess slowed, bringing the girl to walk at her side. She wasn't a servant.

As they walked, Vixin thought of Cendra with an insidious smile. Finally, her sister was returning, and the scales would be balanced.

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Thunderous cheers echoed throughout The Capital. The God Emperor had returned.

Screams of elation echoed from the crowds as the legion marched through the streets. A river of white poured in a neat and orderly line through a sea of citizens. Their steps pounded as the ground nearly trembled. A conquering army returned home, and at their head rode their triumphant holy ruler. Seated atop a massive blue lixidion, The God Emperor towered above them, his burning blade held vertically.

Glowing silver eyes savored the crowd as they parted before him, grinning viciously when his gaze fell upon the new monument ahead. Where the marketplace had once sat at the foot of The Grand Pyramid's many steps, a colossal statue in his image now rose high above them. "History is sealed in stone, for their guide returns home."

At the base of his monument waited the daughter he had left behind, for Vixin stood proudly with Salduin and Lalian at her sides. He approached, coming to a stop as he towered atop his vicious beast.

The crowd subtly quieted, nearly holding their breath as they waited. Long had their Princess Regent ruled. Guards of her own surrounded her, accompanied by her most loyal entourage waiting just behind. When she splayed her arms wide and lowered her head, inciting her entourage to kneel, onlookers released a collective breath of relief. "Domani is yours, father! Welcome home!"

Dominax smirked with satisfaction. "Appearances." He sheathed his sword and dismounted, white boots hitting the ground. The royal family followed closely behind as he slowly strode to meet his child. Silver eyes met silver as his crown towered atop his head. He touched her chin, seeing the curiosity in her eyes before kissing her lips. The crowd cheered as he tasted her, only separating when he was satisfied. He watched Vixin look around in surprise, blushing. He allowed the taboo moment to linger, assessing the onlookers. "Let them think on that."

Silently recollecting her composure, Vixin concealed a grin. After a quick glance at Yisi behind, she opened her arms once more. "My power and authority are yours, father! The imperial throne of The Vaid Emperor awaits your return!"

With her official words recorded into history, she leaned closer to whisper. "You have no idea how long I've waited to be at your side. Please, never leave me alone here again. I love you, father."

He eyed her companions, impressed by the command and grace she displayed. "Yet you've done well in my absence. Was it any surprise you'd be a natural ruler? You're a true Vaid, little flower."

As she blushed anew, Dominax permitted the others to rise to their feet. He saw the joy in Lalian's smile, standing proudly to meet his master. Dominax nodded. "Old friend. Once more you offer masterworks that shall endure forever." He glanced at the colossal statue.

Lalian nodded excitedly. "Of course, of course! I could offer no greater gift to celebrate your victory!"

Dominax peered at the female Lanthian standing behind amongst the lesser members of his daughter's entourage. "Then she must be the prisoner you've grown so fond of."

The green man touched his own hand, feeling the tattoo that marked their bond as she bowed her head behind him, unable to meet Dominax's curious gaze. "Anthara, your majesty."

Irith stepped forward, caring little for ceremony as she embraced Vixin tightly. "I was worried for you every day, sweet girl."

Nafalya watched, smirking when Vixin glanced at her in surprise at how much her sister had matured. Silver eyes studied her body, yet when Vixin peered at Cendra, their elder sibling looked at the ground.

"There'll be time for that later. The throne awaits," Dominax's booming voice commanded. Irith released Vixin with a kiss upon her cheek, allowing the girl to join them as the royal family reunited into one. Leading them forth, Dominax walked around the statue and climbed The Grand Pyramid's steps in triumph.

The legion flooded the new plaza as Dominax entered the throne room. The women of the imperial harem departed the water of the pools to watch with excitement as their master returned. Mounting the steps of the throne, Dominax sat down, reclaiming his rightful place.

"All hail God Emperor Dominax!" a shout cried as the chamber was filled and onlookers bowing before him.

His advisors and royal family stood at the front, allowing the booming cheers to dampen before Vixin stepped forward. "Your majesty, a new member of our House awaits your approval," she announced, retaining an official tone even as she simply wanted to throw herself into his arms and never depart. She nearly felt her hand tremble when she gestured to the side, commanding a slave to approach. Her father had claimed his victory. Now, she'd have her own. "I present Princess Jinilya of House Vaid!" She lowered her voice as the slave carefully handed over Vixin's child. "Your granddaughter."

Dominax straightened as Vixin approached, permitting her to ascend the throne. His smirk spread into a grin, accepting the girl. Holding his granddaughter for the first time, he concentrated, sensing the spiritual bond linking him to Vixin, then Jinilya. Utter satisfaction crept through him, feeling the natural power simmering in the small child's blood. "Utterly perfect."

The pride upon her father's face was a greater gift than she could've hoped for. Beaming with joy, Vixin accepted the girl once more. She peered back, daring to grant Cendra a smirk. When her sister merely lowered her head, Vixin's expression fell into confusion.

"The girl shall be Vaidimated as a legitimate member of House Vaid. Hail Princess Jinilya!" Dominax heard the roars of approval before whispering. "You did well, my little flower."

Biting back an emotion she hadn't expected to be so strong, Vixin retained her tone of command. "Then I must also invite you to a private ceremony tonight among the nobles. While Domani celebrates your return, we shall honor your victory through the pleasures of the flesh."

Dominax nodded, his eyes never leaving his granddaughter. He sensed her mind touching his, reacting to his power. Her perfection matched the taste of his victory, already sensing hints of her ambition. Reaching out mentally, he permitted her to sense his love. "Jinilya."

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Buried deep within The Grand Pyramid, the chamber echoed with the moans of Vixin's guests. The night had truly begun.

Lounging upon a throne of stacked cushions, Vixin surveyed the room. Circular and topped with a dome, the chamber had been filled with endless pillows and fabrics scattered about, while a fountain trickled in the center. She inhaled the perfumes wafting through the chamber, the warm air thick and hazy. She parted her legs, feeling Yisi's hand caressing her inner thigh. They were as bare as their guests, each possessing a unique mask to conceal their identities. She watched them, naked bodies relaxing, pairing up, trading partners. Women moaned as cocks slid into anonymous vaginas. She grinned, pleased with the outcome.

"Are you certain I can remain?" Yisi looked around. Though her mask concealed her pretty face, Vixin could see the doubt in her eyes. "I don't belong here."

Vixin touched her hand, guiding it closer to its prize. Her lips parted, two fingers sliding into her wet sex. "You... ahh... deserve to be here just as much as I do. Relax... and merely enjoy yourself."

Finding the princess's most sensitive area, Yisi allowed her hidden frown to ease as she lightly rubbed, all too intrigued by her lover's soft moans. "Fine. Do you still intend to... balance the scales tonight?"

"Oohh yes... I do." Vixin caressed her own belly as she savored the sensation within her loins.

Yisi rubbed harder, making the princess squeak in lust. Her eyes narrowed, relinquishing her worries as she moved closer to whisper. "How troublesome you are. I may have to... discipline you."

Never did Vixin fail to moan whenever Yisi surprised her with such force. The quiet girl was ever an intriguing oddity. "I love you..."

Across the chamber she sensed their father, hardly anonymous. The God Emperor's mask had thin slits for eye holes, similar to Vixin's own. A close inspection would surely reveal their silver eyes, yet even within arm's reach the color was hard to discern, so long as they refrained from glowing. Dominax, however, hardly cared, for his silver hair was on full display. The white or grey of an older man didn't match his color, for the shade appeared subtly unnatural and ethereal.

Many glanced at him when they believed he wasn't looking, yet The God Emperor saw all. It mattered little, caring only for Irith as she sat in his lap. Facing him, he watched her breasts jiggle as she moved her hips, his cock buried deep. She held his shoulders, her blue eyes fluttering.

"My love..." she said before moaning. Grinding his manhood inside her, she threw her head back, her long black braid nearly touching the floor. "Ah... yes!"

Holding her hips, he felt each tremble of her body. Concealed voyeurs watched the mother of his heir taking his cock, enjoying the sight of the royal couple. It was only natural for them to watch. He sensed their blood, recognizing many of the Lords and High-Lords that had knelt before him long ago.

He focused upon Irith, noting every detail of her body. She had begun to age gracefully, her body still as fit and desirable as the day he had encountered her. Only the sense of her decreasing fertility reminded him of her mortality, forcing a frown of displeasure to his lips. He had long monitored his own internal organs, sensing their health remaining unchanged with every passing year. Perhaps Dorian had uttered the truth when he stated his unnatural longevity. For the moment, however, he focused upon his mate's loins, the very vagina that had birthed the next God Emperor.

His attention only shifted when he sensed Nafalya enter, turning to see her at Hesin's side. The man's mask had been replaced with one of Vixin's, no longer alone in his choice to conceal himself. He appeared entirely at home, leading the princess inside.

Nafalya walked with deadly strides, seeing everyone around her taking glances at her exposed body. She sensed their awe, their desires, their blossoming obsession. She smirked behind her mask, ignoring them all as she held Hesin's hand.

The envy other men radiated was nearly thick enough to taste as Hesin placed a hand on her rump. Selecting an empty place to make their own, he met Nafalya's eyes, finding no doubt. They were in complete agreement.

Guiding her onto her back, he knelt to assess the delectable display before him. Neither cared to make their first time together a private matter, for what words of love could match the excitement of a public display?

Hesin grinned, offered the very thing he had long awaited. Her flawless lower lips were his as he spread her feminine thighs, her gaze a challenge. When his fingers brushed her labia, he shuttered, as if feeling the loins of a goddess.

"Our time has finally arrived, master." Nafalya reached down to guide him closer. "You'll find no ceremony here but my desires. Quickly. I'd assess my lover now."

All too happy to oblige, he rubbed his tip against her delicate entrance, the mere sight of her enough to harden him painfully. No words of affection were required. No gentle touches. They both understood what they mutually sought, wasting no time.

As his hips pushed forward, his eye widened, feeling the internal texture of a Vaid vagina for the first time. Never having experienced anything as exquisite, he was forced to groan loudly, overwhelmed within an instant. He stopped when he hilted her, requiring a moment to prepare before daring to thrust once more.

Nafalya's lips parted at the sensation of a new cock, only the second she had ever touched. She sensed her lover's pleasure rippling through the fabric of reality, making her chuckle in amusement. Was her womanhood truly so stimulating? Good. It'd be her greatest weapon.

Every push into her royal tightness was the greatest feeling of his existence, knowing he couldn't endure for long. No other woman could compare, requiring no horrid thoughts to maintain his hardness. Even still, they were never far from his mind, thinking of her pregnancy.

He explored her flawless body, caressing her strong thighs, sliding up to touch her midriff. Another man's baby grew within her, taking his place as her first. Gritting his teeth, he bit back a moan. "You don't deserve her womb, Hesin," he told himself with arousal.

She relaxed, enjoying her pleasure as she compared. Hesin couldn't reach nearly as deep as her father, his cock unable to touch her cervix. Still, his skill was adequate, and he was her future. "A sufficient lover."

"You're rotten to the core, Hesin," he thought to himself, his legs trembling in pleasure. "Another took her first, for that's what you deserve."

Every thrust pushed him quickly towards his limit, her vagina proving far too much to endure. He moved to hold her thighs tightly for support, on the brink of his finish.

"Did you truly think a princess would bear the child of a worthless man?" The thought was more than enough, his hips pushing hard as he fell into a trembling orgasm.

She held him, smirking as she savored the warmth pouring into her tightness. "Yes, master... make me yours!"

He gasped for breath when it passed, his manhood quivering within her. The mere act of pulling out was nearly too stimulating, gritting his teeth. He sank down to lie on his back beside her, his mind reeling. His cum was inside an imperial princess.

Wordlessly she held him close, pressing herself against his side. Vixin watched from afar, her curious eyes exploring her little sister's leaking body. She sensed her satisfaction, feeling her own lusts rise. "They always said you'd be a beauty," she thought to herself, moaning as Yisi massaged her clit.

She held Yisi close, her hand sneaking down to return the favor. As her fingers teased Yisi's lower folds, Vixin moaned, sensing the baby in Nafalya's womb. Her sister had shared their father's cock, it seemed. The thought drove her wild, her body clenching until she squirted for all to see.

Those nearby peered over to moan or chuckle at the sight of her orgasm, including Salduin. Only a few feet away, nestled between two pairs of lovers thrusting into their partners, the large man enjoyed the mouth of a pretty slave. Vixin had selected her, of course, choosing one with ample experience. The father of Jinilya deserved no less. He held the girl's head as she licked his shaft, grunting when she slid it between her lips to suck.

Her father's other advisor was more obvious than The God Emperor himself, for Lalian and Anthara were the only Lanthians in the room. They wore their masks, as useless as they were, for their green bodies were a beacon for all. The curved walls offered no privacy, yet they found a place in the least crowded area, enduring the eyes of curious voyeurs.

"Focus upon me, not them," Anthara commanded in the Lanthian tongue, touching his chin to redirect his focus. On her back, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he held himself atop her, inciting him to begin thrusting. "We're the only ones in this chamber."

Lalian whimpered as he pushed inside, feeling her tight embrace. Only shame prevented him from bucking wildly, even as it hardened his small manhood further. "This is... singular. It... it was a mistake to come here."

She quieted him, shaking her head. "Ignore the judgments of these insufferable humans. You're with me."

He began to thrust, his hidden cheeks burning with a deep green shade. Her strong legs guided his rhythm, offering no compromise.

"I love you," she purred in their harsh tongue. Every thrust made her green breasts jiggle, yet her eyes offered no reaction. He heard a woman nearby moan loudly, throwing her head back. Anthara merely relaxed, his cock unable to coax more than an occasional deep inhale of lust.

Looking down at the tattoo upon his hand, he calmed his fears and shame. Her words echoed in his head. "Focus upon me." Closing his eyes, he blocked out the world, feeling only the exquisite clenching of her vagina around his shaft. Beginning to increase his pace, he shuttered in lust.

She pulled him close, her warm breath tickling his ear as she whispered. "Breed me, Lalian."

The words sparked his deepest urges, moaning loudly. There was nothing in the world he desired more. There was nothing more impossible.

"Grant me intelligent offspring, my love. Cum. Cum deep inside me." She pressed her head to his, masks together. "Get me pregnant."

Whimpering as he climaxed, Lalian shook, his hips trying to push his short cock deeper. She demanded his cum. Instead, tiny drops of sterile liquid were all he could provide. He remained atop her, breathing as he recovered.

As she held his pleasured body, feeling her own lusts aching in her loins, unsatisfied, she peered at a couple beside them. A male pounded into a female from behind, their skin smacking with each thrust. Finally, when the man pushed as deeply as possible, she watched the woman cry out with passion.

Anthara watched the man pull out, his seed oozing from his mate a moment later. She saw it drip, thick and potent as the woman remained bent over, enjoying the aftermath. Anthara wondered if she'd get pregnant.

As she slid a hand between Lalian and herself, touching her flat belly, her face hardened.

Dominax eyed them from afar, intrigued by the sight of his advisor's new mate. It was only fitting that such a worthy being as Lalian be granted happiness, for he had more than earned it. The woman, however, was a curiosity, the first female he had witnessed of their species.

Irith moaned in his lap, her loins sensitive as she recovered from a climax. He felt his own approaching with each wet movement of her delectable hips. She knew him well enough to see the signs, caressing his masked cheek. "My love... cover me in your warmth..."

He guided her hips, preparing.

Nearly in her fourth decade, despite her beauty, she was indeed mortal. She thought of the baby in Nafalya's belly, of Cliax, of Jinilya, of Hesin ready to implant his seed in her daughter after the birth. Long had Dominax made it clear that another child would only be a danger. Now, the sting she had felt at accepting that fact, however hidden, was gone. She was ready to be a young grandmother, rather than the fertile mother she had been.

He forced her hips to lift when he found his limit, pulling his cock free to spurt across her flat belly. His seed covered her skin, pumping powerfully as it poured down her toned form. She gasped, never failing to be impressed by the amount he could produce. Moaning, she thought of Arinax, knowing her son would surely inherit his father's potency, and hoping he one day fills as many pretty bodies with her grandchildren as he likes.

Of course, her thoughts of the prince rekindled her worries, feeling a dull stab of guilt. Her finger traced through the seed oozing heavily down her belly and leaking to drench the cushion below them. This was the man her son feared. This was the man she continued to fail to protect him from. Her pleasure dampened.

Dominax allowed her to dismount and lounge at his side, holding her close. He watched the door open, allowing a new pair to slip inside the chamber. Their masks did nothing to conceal them from his senses, though even relying merely on sight, he'd recognize the gorgeous body of his firstborn anywhere. Cendra and Clin had arrived.

Vixin sensed her sister as quickly as her father had. Gently, she caressed Yisi's thigh, guiding the girl's fingers to slide out of her soaking entrance. "It's time."

"Are you certain this is wise?" Yisi asked quietly, touching Vixin's belly. Her wet fingers made her skin glisten in the flickering light of the torches. "You tempt escalation."

"I can summon a slave to keep you company in my absence," Vixin stated, disregarding the question. After all Cendra had done, a little humbling was more than deserved.

She shook her head, preparing to stand. "I'll go. I can satisfy myself."

"Yisi..."

The girl embraced her lover. "I've more than reached my limit in here anyways. Do what you must. I'll be waiting for you upstairs when you're done." She stood gracefully, lowering her tone as if suddenly embarrassed. "I... love you."

Before she could utter another word, Vixin watched her depart. Her swaying hips were a temptation to abandon her aims and simply follow her to bed. She bit her lip, knowing how simple it'd be to leave. Instead, a thought of Fanir stopped her, watching the door to the chamber close as Yisi departed. Her expression hardened, solidifying her decision. "Time to balance the scales."

"Are you certain of this?" Clin asked quietly across the noisy chamber, arm in arm with his mate as they made their way through the sea of moaning bodies. "In your... fragile state, it may be best to-"

She squeezed his arm with a flare of anger, more embarrassed by his words than rageful. Fragile? "Offer no further doubt." She eyed the masses, anonymous nobles thrusting, sucking, and caressing the variety of exposed flesh on display. She watched a woman groan as a man filled her, only to bend over to allow another to slide inside. Her tone softened, remembering why they had come. "I... apologize. Do any catch your eye?"

"We don't need to do this tonight. Come, I can find a place for us to enjoy ourselves together," he replied, trying to guide her.

She stopped him. "You know why we've come. You've been with many women with my permission in the past. Why hesitate now?"

"Because you seek to find a lover for me with the wrong intentions. I've already offered my forgiveness for the pregnancy." He turned to face her. "We'll move on."

"I can't," she whispered as guilt simmered in her belly. "I'll always feel as though I've wronged you until we make it even. I... can't endure the thought of your child in another's belly, yet at the very least I can let you savor the pleasure of other women once more. As many as it takes."

"We're already even. Cliax is a gift I can never match."

She met his eyes. "Let me fix the past so I may abandon it forever. Please."

Seeing the emotion in her silver gaze, Clin finally gave in. "I suppose... one night is bearable, so long as it aids you. Afterwards, I'll hear no more of taking other lovers until we're both whole."

"Thank you." She sighed with relief. As they continued walking, she gestured to a pretty girl lying upon her back, the remnants of her previous lovers still pouring from her loins as she relaxed. "What of her?"

Clin cleared his throat and walked past. "Perhaps another."

"Her?" Cendra nodded towards a slave serving drinks, only for another woman to claim her. Guiding her to discard the serving tray, the woman forced the slave's head between her thighs.

"I think it's best if I find one for myself." He released her arm. "It feels wrong having you observe. Better to get lost in the crowd."

Surprised, she clasped her hands quietly together. "If you insist. I suppose I'll lose myself as well. Just... pull out. Please."

Nodding, he touched her shoulder lovingly. "Enjoy yourself. Set aside your worries for a night and merely relax."

She touched his hand in a silent acknowledgment. When he departed, she pretended to peer around for a partner. A moment later, looking back, he was gone, anonymous amongst the crowd. Feeling a sudden loneliness, she knew there was a single being in the chamber she could turn to, opening her senses until she found him. "Father."

Slowly, she made her way through the bodies, finding The God Emperor with Irith at his side. He greeted her with a chuckle, eying her bare form.

"Come." He offered a hand, requiring no explanation as he sensed her turmoil.

Hesitating, she accepted the offer, lying at his other side. Her heart quickened, absent from his bed since the burning of her fleet. She felt the danger of his touch, knowing what it had done to Clin.

"Long have I waited for your return. Welcome back, my little flower," his words trickled in her ear, feeling his hand caressing her curves. "I knew you couldn't be destroyed so easily."

She stopped herself from trembling, remembering her recruits. They looked to her for strength.

Irith granted her mate a glance. When he nodded, she whispered. "Cendra?" She reached over to take her hand, laying it on Dominax's chest. "I wasn't expecting this, though please, relax with us." Her accented tone came softly, flavored with motherly love.

Cendra felt her father's hand trace over her hip. As the other reached over, sliding down her toned belly, she looked to Irith. The woman merely nodded, blue eyes brimming with excitement. His fingers found her wetness, teasing until she moaned.

"Irith has told me much. Well done with Lord Clin's recruits." He slid a finger inside, feeling his daughter's tightness. "I could expect no less from the firstborn of our House."

His praise matched the feeling of his finger, causing her eyes to flutter. Such short words hinted at the pride she sensed in him, rekindled after her failure. The feeling was a mere hint, a taste of his mind, yet the mere fact he felt anything but shame made her lips tighten with emotion.

"Siril attempted to slay you. Instead, I held his head before the gates of our victory." A second finger joined the first as he whispered. "I've entrusted you to rebuild yourself without my guidance, yet never forget my love. He tried to take you from me. I tore the crown from his head. I ripped the reins of Harin from his hands. I stole the bloodline of House Harlin for my own seed. Those who harm my little flower shall fall to ruin."

The savage intensity of his tone forced a moan, feeling his fingers rubbing exactly where she needed. For the first time in too long, she allowed herself to feel safe in her father's arms, melting into his care.

Irith squeezed her hand, seeing her pleasure. The incestuous sight forced her thighs to rub together, watching her mate please his daughter. She noted the tiny movements of her stepdaughter's body in reaction, overjoyed that Cendra had finally permitted her to observe.

Cendra squirmed, his expert fingers tormenting her lower lips. He shifted focus to her clit, massaging the sensitive bud just enough to coax her lusts towards her limit, dragging out her pleasure.

She allowed her body to relax, following Clin's advice as she set aside her worries. Inhaling the aroma of the chamber, she rested her head against Dominax's chest, feeling her father's fingers.

"We love you, Cendra," Irith said, low enough to avoid the ears of anyone nearby. She snuck a hand between her own thighs, glancing at the lovers around them. The God Emperor committed incest with his own daughter for all to see, yet none noticed the truth.

Cendra's royal vagina burned with desire, wanting him inside once more. She stopped herself, seized by hesitation. She had been an imperial princess when last she took his cock, his firstborn, his pride. She hadn't earned her place. Not yet. They'd have their moment, reuniting their loins, yet she'd take him when she could stand on steady ground once more. The Privictis Order was her future, her redemption, a path forward. She'd prove her worth, not through her own pride, but at the side of her companions.

"We'll all earn our place together," she thought, feeling her body clenching with each movement of his fingers. When it proved too much, she cried out.

Irith held her hand lovingly, supporting her stepdaughter through her orgasm. When it finished, they remained together, pressed against Dominax as they relaxed.

Clin didn't notice her cry in the distance, blending with a cacophony of moans and voices. He continued to wander through the crowd, pretending to seek a partner, yet content to return empty handed at the end of the celebration. He wanted to aid in easing her guilt, yet he pondered. Was it more honorable to avoid mentioning he hadn't found another, or to actively seek to fulfill her request when it stemmed from flawed intentions?

Never did he want to hurt her. Never did he want to betray her. They had both agreed long ago to find satisfaction with others, though after her fragile state, he couldn't help but doubt. She needed his touch, his care, his affection more than ever, yet she had sent him away.

Just as he was tempted to depart the chamber, he noticed a woman approaching, her hips swaying with a graceful seduction. She crept towards him like a hunting predator, hands clasped behind her back.

Wordlessly, she caressed his chest when she reached him, a deep hunger in her eyes. The slits of her mask revealed little, only offering two pupils that stared into his. She slowly took his hand, beginning to lead him away.

"I'm not quite certain if..." He stopped when she offered no acknowledgment, seeing her rump from behind. Every inch of her was intoxicating, knowing how best to coax his desire. He couldn't help but follow with curiosity.

The stranger brought him to an unoccupied cushion and gently guided him onto his back. When she straddled his waist, the exquisite softness of her thighs forced his manhood to twitch as it hardened, pressing against her.

She gently touched his cock, assessing his size and shape with an amused gaze. She chuckled, appearing to approve as she lifted her hips to lightly rub her moist groin against his shaft.

Feeling the warmth of her lower lips, he gritted his teeth, all too tempted to enter. A primal urge rippled through his body as his shaft was coated in her juices, holding back his misgivings. Was this truly what Cendra wanted?

The question vanished as she sank down, forcing him to groan loudly as his cock slid inside. The overly stimulating sensation of her womanhood was inhuman, matched only by Cendra's vagina. Within an instant he knew she had to be an illegitimate daughter of The God Emperor. She threw her head back, her hair as dark as their ruler. He wondered if Cendra would be displeased. Perhaps she'd feel indifferent. With so many of her illegitimate siblings wandering the world, it was inevitable he'd lie with one by accident if they continued to take lovers.

The movement of her hips forced him to gasp, his cock feeling as though it was inside a goddess. As she began to rock atop him, grinding his shaft within her, he wanted to melt in bliss.

He dared to touch her thighs, savoring every inch of her gorgeous form on display. She reminded him of Cendra, a cruel irony he knew he deserved. He couldn't help but moan with each movement, his cock feeling as though it was embraced inside a realm of euphoria.

"I'll need... to pull out," he said, offering an early warning. She'd have to find another to fill her, as torturously tempted as he was.

If she heard him, she offered no acknowledgment, merely enjoying herself as she moaned into her mask. She rode him with an experienced seduction, every movement graceful.

Anonymity was the purpose of their celebration, yet it felt odd to share a deep intimacy with a stranger. If he couldn't ask her name, nor remove her mask, he wished he could at least see her eyes clearly.

Already his body urged him to fill her womb, his natural instincts obsessed with breeding such a gorgeous being. Cendra's request echoed in his mind, knowing he'd resist. Her hand ran over her flat belly, nearly taunting him like a fertile goddess.

The tight grip squeezing his cock was an agony of stimulating bliss he never wanted to escape. He reached up, exploring her feminine form, caressing her hips. The softness of her skin called to him, every inch of her body designed to entice the desires of others.

Unwilling to overstep, his hands hesitated. As if sensing his wants, she reached down to guide his touch to her breasts, permitting him to feel their round yet modest shape. A light squeeze confirmed their youthful firmness, utterly perfect.

Every minute drove his urges, feeling guilty that he should desire anyone as equally as Cendra. The mother of his child was his heart, an ethereal beauty. This woman was... familiar, too similar to Cendra to ignore. If she truly was an illegitimate daughter of Dominax, her fertility was a danger, a temptation, forcing him to silently thank the man he had served over decades. Dominax had granted him a chance at redemption. He had granted him the love of his life, and thus, his son. Now, he enjoyed another beauty the man had sired, groaning as he writhed in ecstasy beneath her.

As he neared his limit with every motion of her hips, he touched her thigh. "I'm... close." He wanted to bury himself as deeply as possible and satisfy an urge that threatened to overpower him. The thought of Cendra was enough to restrain his temptations, however, and he tapped her leg gently. "Come now, free... ahh... me."

As if she hadn't heard, she continued to ride his cock.

"That's... enough..." He felt his orgasm approaching, her stimulating internal texture too much to bear much longer.

Looking down, she regarded him with a chuckle, her movements increasing in speed. Her hips rocked with a passionate seduction, as if seeking to milk his seed.

"Stop..." he muttered, tightening his grip on her thighs. Closer and closer he was forced towards his finish, his heart beating with panic. "Stop!"

She moaned, her movements growing frantic. She harshly squeezed his cock within her, putting her hand on his chest when he tried to carefully push her off without harming her. "Cum... ahh... inside me..."

The voice was slightly muffled behind her mask, yet its familiar tone gave him pause for only an instant before his panic returned. He tried to maneuver her off his lap, yet she held him down with a greater strength than her smaller body suggested.

"Get me pregnant..." she said, moaning.

Once more her voice struck his memory, his mind working as he fought against his imminent climax. Never would he harm a woman, yet as he maneuvered to lift her smaller frame, a horrid recognition slowly seeped into his awareness. She leaned over to peer into his eyes, finally close enough for him to see hints of silver.

"Get me pregnant... Clin..."

Vixin's voice forced him to grit his teeth, throwing his head back as pleasure erupted through his aching loins. He cried out, his cock buried deep inside Cendra's sister as his seed spurted into the woman holding the title of The Goddess of Fertility.

She closed her eyes, moaning behind her mask as she received what she craved. He convulsed beneath her in a powerful orgasm, his muscles jerking.

When he fell limp, a flood of guilt consumed him, breathing deeply in disbelief. "No..." He saw the satisfaction in her silver eyes before she leaned back, caressing her belly seductively. "What have I done?"

"I've always wondered how that'd feel with you," she teased, basking in victory. "My sister is a lucky woman."

"Vixin..." he muttered before she pressed a finger to his lips.

"Careful. We wouldn't want others to hear, would we?" She explored her tingling body, granting him a show. "This can be our little secret. For now."

He watched her wink, feeling his cock twitch with consuming guilt within her.

Slowly, she rose from his lap, dripping slightly. She moved her mask just enough to grant his neck a kiss before replacing it. "Thank you, Clin. I've always considered you a man of honor. Your loyalty to our House shall be rewarded with a gorgeous daughter," she whispered before gently cupping his testicles. "Welcome home."

As he watched her depart, her satisfied hips swaying, he sank in guilt. "Cendra... what have I done?"