Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 87

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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4th of Fixuin, 17 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

"We're ready, my princess."

Vixin turned to regard the legionary at her side. Picking up Jinilya, she glanced back at the walls of the city she had protected for years. The men around her mounted their lixidions, gathering into a protective formation. A Princess Regent no longer.

They had offered her a comfortable seat upon a palanquin, of course. Instead, she hoisted Jinilya onto the back of Yisi's purple lixidion. Vixin gracefully mounted the beast, holding her lover's hips as the tiny princess remained protected between them. With a final command, she incited Yisi to flick the reins, and their journey began.

Peering back, she eyed the looming Grand Pyramid behind, knowing her father watched from its peak. He would visit, he promised, yet her lips thinned. The morning sky glowed a deep orange around the colossal fortress, the palm trees swaying in the humid breeze. They'd think her erratic for leaving without warning, offering few goodbyes as many slept. So be it. She knew of another that rested at the top, a storm she couldn't yet face.

As they reached the tree line, she hugged Yisi tighter, knowing their return would be a beginning, or an end.

5th of Fixuin, 17 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

Clin marched like a silent specter along the top of Domani's wall. His eyes were empty as he passed countless archers, ignoring their low nods of respect.

"A child..."

Exhausted groans from the grueling training drills below didn't reach his ears. The enticing smells of a temporary market nestled between the houses beyond the wall offered little to his nose. Only the sight of Cendra waiting atop the main gate stirred his attention.

"A daughter?"

A white cloak fluttered from her shoulders, nearly glowing in the sunlight like a waiting goddess. Her beauty was a taunting beacon, a reminder of the gift his betrayal had soured. When he reached her, the sorrow in her pretty silver eyes was torture.

"My report is ready for my father, my love," she said, concealing her agony with a false smirk. War approached once more after The God Emperor revealed his intentions for The Lanthian Empire, and their inspections of Domani's defenses were nearly complete. "What of yours?"

"I'll need another day or two. No more." Clin joined her as they peered out at the surrounding landscape.

"You're never late." Cendra pressed against his side.

Wrapping an arm around her narrow waist, the mere touch of her body flared his turmoil. "I need to be certain. The Lanthian border touches Vaidrin's."

With a question remaining in her gaze, she instead peered at the surrounding rainforest. "Father says we'll only march when Vixin returns." She swallowed silently. "I suppose she's earned a rest, wherever she is."

The name burned his guilt anew, grimacing. Somewhere out there was a pregnant princess. Somewhere out there was the result of his betrayal. Cendra needed to know.

In his silence, he didn't notice the moisture in her eyes until she spoke. "Father and Irith are planning to visit her tomorrow. I... know she doesn't want to see me. That's her right."

Turning to hold her hips, he met her sorrow with his own, biting back the truth. "Yet you tried, however daunting. I once knew a Cendra that refused even that."

Pressing her face against his chest, she uttered a weary breath, wiping her eyes. "Then I suppose I'm expected to feel better."

It was time to tell her. Clin embraced her tightly. "Better? No. The damage between you two is... substantial. It consumes everything around you, harming... everyone in between."

Cendra peered with surprise at his emotion.

Clin breathed. "You've had your share of mistakes, it's true. Fanir was the largest of them." He met her startled expression with a calm raised hand. "I know. You were hardly discreet. You used men I discarded, leading them to be severely punished by Vixin. Bad men, it's true. Fanir was not."

"I didn't mean for-" She stopped herself. "I'm sorry."

"They weren't the kind of men I needed, but they were men. I've read the healers' reports. Now they're not." Clin grimaced. He had to tell her. "They cannot be uncut, yet you're rectifying your misdeeds. Fanir's assault was years ago, yet still the hatred between you and Vixin twists the lives of others. Your sister is no less guilty now."

The sorrow in his tone made Cendra's jaw clench. She had tried her best, hadn't she?

"You play your games. She plays hers. Others are harmed in between. Men are not pawns to toy with." For the first time in too long, the smallest hint of anger touched his tone.

Surprised by his reaction, she felt a familiar tremble in her hand. "Forgive me, Clin. I'm trying." She uttered a tired breath that shook in her lungs. "I wanted her to join me, to talk. Instead, she flees, and just so."

The sound of her voice in his ear cut away whatever anger burned within. Vixin was just as wounded as the young woman peering up at him now. Long had he tried to heal them both. Perhaps this was his punishment. No longer could he conceal the truth.

Cendra rested her head against him, sighing in defeat. "I'll try again when she returns."

Voice trapped, he held her close. Even spurned, she still sought to reunite. Could he destroy them with the truth? Destroy her? Was honesty worth the death of their future? A good man would say yes, would he not? Clin gritted his teeth.

The moment to prove himself came, and Clin watched it slip through his fingers like sand. He couldn't. Tightening his embrace, he felt like a shadow, a whisper of who he should be. "A daughter," he thought, the word imprisoned in his throat.

4th of Onis, 18 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

A low groan crept through the private royal birthing chamber. On her back, Nafalya spread her legs as far as her flexible form would permit.

Irith squeezed her firstborn's hand, trembling. Atop a stone altar, the young princess eyed her voyeurs with amusement, distracting herself from the dull pain within her. The God Emperor stood before her, glowing eyes watching his offspring's labor. She smiled to herself, for few knew the truth of the approaching birth.

Cendra stood at her father's side, back straight and dignified as she clasped his arm. Nafalya knew her elder sister had been in her place once, offering a knowing glance. Cendra merely looked away.

A contraction seized her, less painful than the last. Her child approached. Irith squeezed harder. The healers went about their duties, yet Nafalya granted them little attention. Why would a Vaid require such assistance? Instead, she watched Clin touch Cendra's shoulder, saw Salduin blush, and sensed Hesin's interest. Only her father's advisors were permitted to witness the result of their secret, nestled deep in The Grand Pyramid. Firepits outlined the chamber, flames licking the walls to keep the approaching newborn warm. Perspiration trickled down her pristine royal skin as she continued pushing.

Pain gripped her in its grasp. Every moment cut it away, fading to a dull ache. Pleasure began to trickle through her loins, biting her lip. Moans replaced groans, claiming the reward her body offered for reproduction.

The warm light of flames danced upon the white surface of Hesin's mask. Emotionless, he stood like a silent statue. Beneath his hood, however, flames of his own raged. His manhood grew firm as he watched his lover writhe atop the altar, her flawless thighs spread to birth another man's baby. The curve of her belly was a taunting insult, a visual aphrodisiac of a sort that stirred his lusts.

"You deserve to watch this," he thought to himself. The mask was his protection, concealing a grin behind cold metal. "Another claimed her first."

Watching her silver eyes flutter with pleasure, hearing a cry of bliss, he felt his body tighten. Another certainly had claimed her, yet who? His single eye turned to The God Emperor, just ahead and to his side. He had his theories. He had his doubts. Each was more tantalizing than the last, taboo, disgusting, enthralling. Was such a thing possible?

Nafalya cried out in orgasmic ecstasy as the child slid from her royal loins. Parted legs trembled, eyes rolling back. Hesin quivered beneath his cloak, a single touch required for his own finish.

Irith held her daughter's hand, lips parting as she watched her firstborn cum. Her legacy, her child, her very soul rested atop the altar, climaxing as she became a mother herself. A silent cry seized The Concubine Empress, never having witnessed a more beautiful sight. Her first true grandchild emerged into the world. A cry ripped through the birthing chamber, and her heart shattered within an instant.

Dominax was at her side before she noticed his approach, feeling his powerful hand upon her shoulder. Irith watched the healers inspect the newborn, seeing her daughter shaking in pleasure.

Nafalya gasped when she could breathe once more, her face settling into a satisfied smirk. Juices leaked to drench the altar beneath her, caressing her tender breasts as she savored the moment.

"Princess Nafalya of House Vaid, you have a son!" a healer announced. As she moved to grant the child to his mother, Dominax stopped her with a firm hand. Claiming the newborn, he studied the struggling infant.

They all saw the child's face. Cendra blushed. Clin and Salduin shared a curious glance. Hesin's grin crept across his face anew, loins stirring. Taboo theories were granted evidence, for the child could look no less like his grandfather if he was an identical copy. A glance from Dominax froze his blood, as if The God Emperor had read his thoughts. When Hesin saw the smallest hint of a smirk, his eye widened. All doubt vanished within an instant.

Every second was torture. Irith wanted to snatch the child from his hands. Instead, she caressed Nafalya's hand until Dominax offered the boy. Forgetting herself, she eagerly swept him into her arms, gazing down upon her new grandson. The face that met her was as familiar as one she had seen every day, a reminder of the beautiful deed they had shared. Stunned, she pressed against her lover's chest, caring little as the others watched tears flowing down her cheeks. "He's... perfect..."

Nafalya eased her head back, basking in the aftermath as her loins quivered. When her mother finally broke from her obsession and reluctantly offered the baby, she accepted him with curiosity.

Irith melted in Dominax's embrace as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, watching their daughter. "I've waited for this moment since the night you claimed me in the throne room. Oh... Dominax..."

Clin cleared his throat, looking away. Cendra's blush only deepened, holding his hand.

Assessing the child, Nafalya smirked. "Are you pleased, father?" He was more than adequate, sensing the power in his blood. A pure firstborn, just as she desired. Such a shame he'd be sent away...

Dominax nodded. "A promising start."

Nafalya tasted his approval with pride. Caressing the boy's face, she offered him to Irith. Bloodline assured with a strong beginning, though illegitimate, she was content to move on. "The next shall be worthy of Vaidimation. You have my word."

The Concubine Empress held him to her chest, as if to keep everyone away. "The next? Don't think I'll allow him to be shipped away to some outsider. He's our blood, not an asset to trade!"

Both Cendra and Clin lowered their eyes in guilt, though The God Emperor held her close. "Away, he'll be granted a life of value and comfort. Here, he'll hold no purpose."

Irith gritted her teeth, holding tighter. "My love, he's the first." Defiant blue met firm silver. "I'll grant him a purpose myself. He won't interfere with Nafalya's legitimate heir." Lowering her voice to a whisper, she leaned closer. "Please."

Dominax eyed the child. "He cannot be a distraction. If he remains, the slaves shall tend to him."

Knowing she'd get no better deal, she relaxed. "Thank you, my love." Kissing her mate, she knew she'd visit the infant at every possible opportunity. He wouldn't be lost with the rest.

Amused, Nafalya merely watched. The boy could be raised in wealth far away or pampered by slaves beneath her. It mattered little. She had granted him life and power, a start any commoner would commit murder to possess. Now, her part was done, and the next task stood ahead.

Eyeing Hesin before her, she grinned.

49th of Onis, 18 AVE.

Kingdom Of Vaidrin, Havenhall.

Sunlight poured through the towering windows to dance across their bare bodies, lovers wrapped together upon their bed. Yisi gazed down at Vixin as the princess rested upon her back, the evidence of a satisfied lust wet between her thighs.

"Better. Much better." Vixin held Yisi against her side, head easing back with a breath of delight.

Yisi lifted her hand, watching royal juices dripping from two dexterous fingers. A lick fulfilled a craving, an addiction, the taste exquisite and sweet. She rested her head upon the princess's shoulder.

Tall trees swayed beyond the windows of the master bedroom. Here, there wasn't a master, but a mistress. Vixin listened to the sounds of trickling water as they relaxed in silence. Around them, artificial waterfalls cascaded down white walls between windows, pouring into deep pools that claimed the majority of the floor. They were but a tiny island, undisturbed.

It was a shame to break their peace. As Vixin ran her fingers through the girl's black hair, feeling a hand upon her pregnant belly, she smiled. "Do you like it here, Yisi?"

She regarded the chamber. "Your father has... complex tastes."

"Your father too, don't forget, and that wasn't my meaning."

Yisi shrugged. "We're rarely bothered. That's enough."

That much was true. 'Havenhall', it had been named, built by the order of The God Emperor himself as a private refuge. The luxurious design of every corridor and chamber was that of a palace, though in truth, it was hardly the size of a small estate, hidden by towering trees. Deep in the rainforest, far from any official road, none but unlikely explorers or hunters stumbled upon their privacy. Of course, the many hidden Truthseekers guarding the perimeter by their father's command swiftly and harshly turned them all away. Even here, the holy ruler would not allow his precious daughter to go unguarded.

"It nearly feels as though I'm not a Vaid." Vixin thought of Dorian's warning. "Raise your children in peace, a simple life far from the struggles of the throne. Simply run, Vixin. Run and never look back." Her smile faded. "After so long upon a throne, peace feels... unnatural, lacking duties, power, responsibilities. Merely an ordinary life."

A rare chuckle of amusement escaped Yisi. "You know nothing of an ordinary life. Ask even the wealthiest of your subjects if they find this luxury typical, princess."

Vixin blushed at the sight of her teasing smile. She caressed the girl's chin, wishing she would show it more often. Her face was too pretty to be so solemn. "A fair point." Dorian's words faded from memory. "I suppose I can't escape reminders of the throne even here. Father and Irith have sent a cylinder. They're on their way to visit again."

Yisi's expression fell. "No doubt to observe the birth."

The worry in her gaze was obvious to any eye. The senses of a Vaid, however, saw deeper. Emotion rippled in waves from the frowning girl. Vixin held her tighter, soft skin against soft skin. "All shall be fine, Yisi. It's a moment to savor, not fear."

"I've seen enough." She scowled. After all, assisting mothers in labor was a duty Sage Acolytes found all too frequent. "You claim an affection for the feeling, yet all I've seen is pain. A Vaid or not, I... worry."

Vixin pulled her into a kiss. "My love, you've yet to see a birth by our sisters." She had explained the differences many times, yet the girl's concern remained like a stone mask with pretty scowling lips. Words needed assistance, and thus she touched Yisi's midriff, feeling her toned body. "Were it possible to ease the pain of ordinary women, I would. If they could only experience what I've felt..." Forming a fist, she pressed firmly against Yisi's womb. "There is pain at the beginning for your firstborn, it's true. It gathers, hardening. Then..." Slowly, she opened her hand, spreading her fingers wide, gliding across her soft skin. "It erupts. Waves of pleasure pulse from your womb." Vixin's lips brushed against her ear, her tone lowering, warm. "You'll feel them pouring through your loins like the touch of a lover, a tickle touching every deep crevice of your sex at once." Fingers dragging over Yisi's body, she began to whisper, caressing her tantalizing form. "They'll spread, rippling through your body, shaking in an orgasm you can feel touching your soul." Gliding over her breasts, fingers brushed her pink nipples softly. "You'll feel it wrap around your mind, claiming you, a reward, shaking until you're drenched."

A faint red touched Yisi's cheeks. Legs intertwined with her lover's, she clenched her smooth thighs.

"Oh... you're going to love it..."

A tingle of curiosity dissipated as Yisi looked away. "If that's what The God Emperor demands." Pushing her face against Vixin's neck, her stomach tightened with unease.

Vixin bit her lip. She had known that Yisi needed to learn of their father's intentions for her eventual fate. Better to come from a lover than a cold summoning from their father, she had thought. "Yisi, he loves all of his children. Perhaps I didn't properly convey how special such an offer is when I revealed his plan to impregnate-"

"You made it clear enough." Her face hardened. "I received nothing more than occasional glances from him since I was a child, yet he expects to own my womb."

A sense of rage from the girl would've been fitting. A burst of anger was justified. What Vixin sensed instead was worse, an empty, bitter disappointment. She tightened her embrace. "He can be cold, yes. At the very least, he claims your child shall affect the fate of The Empire itself."

The smallest hint of a quiver flavored her sigh. "My child. What do I know of motherhood?"

Vixin pulled back to meet her eyes. "Jinilya would have much to say about that. I've watched you with her."

"Then you've witnessed my failings." Rare emotion touched her lips. "I'm not her mother."

"You could be."

The statement hung between them, mixing with the humid air that granted a slick shine to their pristine skin. Yisi pulled a hand from her lover's belly, recoiling as she whispered. "I'd like to, but I'm... afraid."

Vixin cupped her cheek. "Oh, sweet girl, there's nothing to fear. Jin adores you!"

Blinking, Yisi tried to conceal a tiny smile, blushing as she held back. Looking away, she eyed the windows as reflections of the outside world shimmered in the surrounding water. "I've grown... fond of her. Yet a child of my own?" Biting her lip, she shook her head. "Perhaps it's pointless to worry about such things when I've yet to even... touch a man."

Chuckling at her embarrassment, Vixin caressed her toned curves. "Sometimes I forget. It's an injustice that I'm your only experience, my virgin girl."

Glaring at her teasing tone, Yisi met her playful eyes, feeling her annoyance dissolve despite her efforts. Royal fingers danced up and down her hip, ever stirring temptation between her thighs. Yet when she thought of her eventual fate, a nervous flutter tightened her fit stomach. "He'll be my first..."

The princess tilted her head. "As was he mine."

For a moment Yisi thought of her lixidion in Havenhall's stable. It'd be a simple thing to ride away, yet the precious treasure at her side was an anchor she could never abandon. "I hardly know him."

Disappointment replaced fear, and Vixin wished she could pluck it from her mind. For a moment she wanted to curse their father in frustration. Did he truly expect his lost daughter to accept his demands? To close a lifetime of distance in a single night? To lose her virginity and fall pregnant at once? No wonder the quiet girl nearly trembled, for a duty loomed ahead as large as The Grand Pyramid. "Perhaps there's an alternative." She saw curiosity flicker in her eyes as her own dimmed in thought. Words came slowly, piecing an idea together. "What if... I found a man to take your virginity. Someone close, trusted, a FAR less intimidating prospect than The God Emperor himself. What if you could practice, to grow accustomed to the touch of a man? When father comes to claim your womb, perhaps your burden would be lessened, standing with confident experience, rather than huddling in uncertainty."

Uncertainty could not have described the feeling cutting at her nerves better. Even now she glanced at the princess wearily. "You would... permit that?"

The question sparked a flame in her loins, her answer never in doubt. "Of course. You hear of my deeds with others, yet we remain unchanged. Do you truly believe our bond would weaken?" Vixin smirked, hand falling to claim hold of Yisi's rump. "Of course not. Besides, I won't deny that I'm more than a little intrigued to see you... moan as you take your first."

A flickering arousal danced in the princess's silver eyes, an offer Yisi needed only to reach out and claim. Lips parting as her rear was fondled, she looked away in hesitation. "Who?"

"A close friend." Vixin held the name back with a grin. The smallest flicker of jealousy found her at the thought of another sliding into her girl, yet she brushed it aside with a trusting lust, knowing no cock would part them. "I'll make arrangements. Just rest your pretty head and know that all shall be taken care of."

Curiosity and fear were Yisi's opponents, dueling as she tried to relax.

Vixin's hand returned to her lover's midriff with a gentle caress. "I have to admit... the thought of watching this cute belly of yours swell with our father's child is more than a little... intriguing."

Yisi rested silently, loins itching with an inkling of interest. The princess's fingers traced her curves, ever an invitation.

"You'll be a great little mother." Vixin bit her lip, hand exploring. It traveled down, too tempted to ignore the warmth between the girl's thighs.

Blushing, Yisi gasped as she felt a finger tease her soaking lower lips. Despite the sensation, a question clung to her stubbornly. "Ah... Vixin, does Jinilya truly... like me?"

Chuckling softly, Vixin slid a finger into her wet embrace. "Have no doubt."

Though she moaned, Yisi closed her eyes, focusing on her words. A tiny smile snuck onto her pretty face.

1st of Twic, 18 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

Hardly had there been a quieter night. Surrounded by the Legion during the conquest, every moment of absolute silence had been a rarity. Now home, Hesin watched the candlelight flicker upon his desk, tasting the soundless air.

The personal study of The Hesian Order's Grand Master was consumed by shadows dancing in the night. A single candle illuminated the list before him. Unfastening the first blank message cylinder, he inscribed the top name.

"Commander Joris." It brought him no joy. The man had been a somewhat familiar face during Harin's fall. Efficient and firm, he was precisely what The Empire required. Writing in code, Hesin signed his death warrant. It was a shame, for the man had begun to publicly speak out against the incestuous teachings of the Sages. One too many comments about The God Emperor's kiss with Vixin proved too far, it seemed.

"High-Lord Hinvir of The Limri District." The second name brought a smirk to Hesin's lips. The pompous man had knelt before The God Emperor many times after Kinia's fall, always with his hand out. Sent away empty handed each time, it seemed the fool had begun to stockpile weapons in resistance against the throne. Hesin signed the order, placing a secret symbol that indicated the man did not require a swift and clean end.

A click from the door ahead snapped his attention from the desk. Seeing little in the heavy darkness, he rose to his feet, hand ready to grab the blade concealed at his wrist. It had been too loud, too prominent to brush aside as his imagination.

Silence lingered as the shadows continued to swirl. Slowly, he came around the desk and approached the door. Each step proceeded with a calculated caution, decades of experience ready to strike at the first whisper of danger.

Finally reaching the door, Hesin put his back to the wall beside it. Reaching down, he pulled ever so slightly, a test. It moved freely, unlocked. With his suspicions confirmed, the blade slid from his wrist. With a soundless breath, he flung open the door with a hard push, dagger raised.

Only darkness poured through the doorway. Silence. A single eye squinted. As he stepped out into the emptiness of The Hesian Training Hall, he found himself utterly alone.

Scowling, he retreated. The door locked behind him with a twist of his key. He turned it once more, ensuring it was properly sealed, checking twice, then a third time.

Suspicion poisoned his thoughts as he returned to his desk, only to freeze as his eye fell upon an extra message cylinder. It sat beside its organized companions, tilted just enough to notice. Lips hardening, he picked it up, searching its bare surface. When he found the official seal of House Vaid, mistrust turned into curiosity like the twisting of a key.

Opening the top, he found the message stick inside without words. Instead, a complex pattern of arrows decorated the wood. Intrigued, he secured the knife once more at his wrist, leaning against the desk as his mind worked. A code? A riddle? Each arrow pointed a different way, as if offering directions. Seeking to settle a theory, he returned to the door.

Stepping out once more, he turned in the direction of the first arrow. Darkness awaited him, a lure, a trap. Hesin retreated back into the light. He could wake his best Truthseekers. Instead, he turned the message stick over and over again, searching. He needed to be certain. When he found a tiny symbol carved among the arrows, his lips crept into a grin. Only a single living being knew of the secret symbol, a code shared by himself and another.

Picking up the candle, he plunged forth into the darkness. Turning, walking, and turning again, he followed the arrows. A straight line commanded him to pass an off-branching corridor. When he was led into the public halls of The Grand Pyramid, he extinguished his candle, passing slaves and servants, their bare skin caressed by torchlight. When he found an entrance to the dungeons, he lit it once more, venturing into the deepest levels of the fortress.

Prominent cells turned into dark halls, then dripping tunnels. Lower and lower he plunged beneath the ground, hearing the skittering of creatures in the darkness of neglected levels. No slaves bothered to lay traps for pests. No prisoner was brought so deep without being forgotten, a lost soul far beneath a mountain of stone.

Hesin stepped in a puddle as he turned a corner. Another turn brought him to a long stretch of hallway, seeing a light other than his own. Ahead, a deep red glow seeped from beneath a door in the distance. Every step brought him closer, curiosity stirring. The blade remained at his wrist, betrayal never impossible.

Reaching the door, he extinguished his light. Before reaching out, it began to creek open. Once more he smiled beneath his mask, seeing a familiar form leaning against the doorframe. Her body stretched seductively, red light pouring from behind to dance across her bare skin. Nafalya's silver eyes began to glow, a finger inviting him inside.

Hesin caressed her flawless curves. "I heard you."

She shrugged. "A misstep. I'll improve, master."

Her smirk stirred his interest, a hand taking his. She guided him inside, sealing the door behind. Alone, the chamber was their sanctuary from the world, candles burning red flames scattered at the edges of the smooth floor. Their light massaged the walls as he massaged her soft skin, hands sneaking back to find her rump. A naked seductress rubbed his chest, demanding his attention, yet he peered at the table in the center of the room. An interrogation chamber.

Kissing the smooth metal of his mask, her skilled fingers unfastened his cloak and tunic with ease. "Neither of us shall escape until I receive what I want."

As his clothes fell to the floor, he felt her press against his body, bare skin brushing his. "A threat only holds weight if I know the consequences for refusal."

"Oh? No sane man would dare refuse me." Nafalya bit his neck, a determination burning in her gaze. "Tonight, you're going to get me pregnant."

Desire tightened his grip, fingers digging into the firm flesh of her rump. "So be it." No offer in his life had been more intriguing, a demand more tantalizing. His manhood pressed against her soft thigh, quivering to fulfill her request.

An elegant hand brushed his cock, assessing her prey. "Come. I've prepared a game." She pulled him closer to the interrogation table, metal and leather restraints waiting for their victim.

Curiosity hardened his arousal, throbbing. "I'm waiting."

Nafalya picked up a key, offering it between two fingers. "Your toy," she said as he accepted it. Picking up a lock pick set, she smirked. "And mine."

Hesin felt the small weight of the key in his hand, anticipation carving through his loins as he watched her gracefully mount the table, moving like a deadly predator. Her power was surrendered as she spread her legs wide, hearing the click of locks and she secured her own ankles into the restraints.

"I'd say I know you better than anyone, master. Who else can feel that dueling mind of yours?" She eased onto her back, raising her hands above her head. "Even now you ache, seeing me helpless, yet wanting to be in my place. Curious."

The mask hid his shame, offering no denial. She'd sense the truth.

A finger urged him closer, placing her wrists into leather restraints. She waited expectantly, locks hanging loosely. "It's a race, master. You'd better prepare."

Commanding silver eyes ordered his hands. Approaching, he grinned as he strapped her wrists tightly together, leather straps pulling her arms tightly. Several holes allowed for multiple locks, sliding his key inside the first. A turn brought a click, a sound he couldn't resist. The key locked the next, and the next, each one restraining her tighter. She merely waited, showing no panic but a calm seduction. The lock picks remained in her grip, a finger rubbing the tool tauntingly.

Fully helpless, she strained to test her bondage, smirking. "Good. I'm yours, though for how long? Better hurry, because the moment I break free, you're mine." She eyed his cock, her future victim. "Oh, better check under the table. I left a final gift to make you feel... in control."

Reaching under, Hesin's hand brushed against a strip of cloth. Retrieving it, he grinned viciously, gagging her. Studying his prize, his meal, a fertile princess helpless beneath his touch, the hardness of his manhood grew painful. "Such a devious little creature. You are... utterly perfect."

Claiming his place atop the table, he knelt between her parted legs. Her flexible body invited his cock, her perfect vagina moist and waiting. A hand glided slowly up her thigh, seeing a flicker of anticipation in her gaze. She was his.

Rubbing his tip against her lower folds, he shuddered at the feeling of her pretty labia, the vagina that would birth his child. An eternity had passed as he waited for this moment, the culmination of his long service to The Empire. A royal princess was his, womb unburdened, ready for his seed.

Sliding inside, he moaned, a metallic sound from behind his mask. As if pushing into a bound goddess, his body clenched at the overwhelming stimulation, knowing he could never grow accustomed to such a tantalizing feeling.

A soft sound from her lips came as she felt him push fully inside, feeling the girth and shape of his cock once more. Only the second time their loins had met, she nearly purred into her gag. Though his manhood was unable to reach her limit, she cared little, seeking only his seed.

Hips daring to pump, moving slow enough to avoid overwhelming himself, he endured the squeezing tightness around his cock. Her internal texture was divine, her womanhood designed to milk every potent drop.

Never could he compare to her father, yet she'd take what she sought without mercy. Still, the man had trained her, giving her everything he knew. She wanted him to cum, to perish from the pleasure between her warm thighs. Such was his reward, forging a Goddess of Death.

The red light danced across their bodies as he pushed harder, watching every tiny contraction and tightening of her feminine abs. Her body rocked with each of his thrusts, her silver eyes always a challenge.

Her bound hands worked quickly, lock picks finding the first lock. She felt him gliding as deep as he could manage, her tight vagina easily accepting his size.

Every breath grew heavier, controlling his pace as it slowly increased. He wanted to spill his seed within an instant of feeling her body's warm embrace, yet he'd endure. Every push of his hips was a burst of tingling euphoria, an ecstasy his cock didn't deserve.

A thought of her former pregnant belly nearly forced him to his limit, banishing the thought. This was his turn, his opportunity to breed her. For the moment he was in control, claiming what was rightfully his.

A hand found her neck, his single eye waiting. As if accepting his request, she moaned. His grip began to tighten, softly at first.

Her delicate neck was his, slender and elegant. A squeeze cut off her breath, his hips pushing harder. A moan oozed from behind his mask, releasing, watching her chest gently rise and fall.

Once more he squeezed, longer than the first. The pleasure from each of his thrusts intermingled inside her with a hint of submission, unable to breathe. When he finally released, she gasped, surprised at the sensation. "Curious..."

Utterly in control, his other hand caressed her gorgeous form, knowing every inch of her was his. Every graceful curve was at his mercy, a fertile royal womb waiting for his seed.

Finally, he'd claim Dominax's gift. He had dedicated his life to The Empire, his sole purpose to ensure it grew. Now, the blood of the dynasty he served would mix with his own, siring a child that wouldn't be mere scum such as himself, but a legitimized royal. A vicious grin of satisfaction ripped across his lips. "You don't deserve this, Hesin."

The mask offered no hint of his emotion, yet it was bare to Nafalya's senses. Her hands hurried, unlocking the second, then the third lock. She wanted to ride his cock until nothing remained. She wanted to fulfill her father's designs, to show her loyalty. She needed her legitimate heir, her legacy, the true start of a worthy bloodline of her own. Nothing would hold her back.

Another lock clicked, and Hesin knew his time was short. He savored every thrust, squeezing just tight enough to avoid damaging her ultra-soft skin. Was she truly the granddaughter of The Creator? Possibly. Was her blood truly divine? The effects certainly were. Perhaps all The God Emperor had claimed was true. Perhaps not. He'd seen enough lies to doubt, spreading far more than his fair share himself. Hesin didn't care. At the very least, she was Dominax's daughter, the man that had pulled him from an aimless life of injustice. He choked her gently, offering a softer affection than he had ever cared to show another.

The final lock clicked, and their game switched. Sliding her hands to escape, she tore away the gag with a deadly hunger, sitting up. Snatching his key from where it sat upon the table, she quickly unlocked her ankles before wrapping her arms around her mate.

Twisting, she forced her victim onto his back, encountering little resistance but a groan of frustration as she pulled his cock free of her tight wetness. Their race had ended, and the rules changed. Taking his arms, she restrained his wrists and ankles as she had been, claiming his former place on top.

A craving twinkled in her silver gaze, smirking as she ran a hand down his chest. Tossing the key, it skipped across the floor with a tiny metal clink. "Oops. Did you think you'd have the same chance to escape?" She shook her head, running a teasing finger up his cock, feeling her own juices coating the shaft. "Nope. You're not leaving until I'm pregnant."

Straining with lust, his cock twitched, lonely without the warmth of her snug embrace. Testing his restraints, he gritted his teeth with a groan of submission.

"I know you, master. I know the torment that tortures you. Little Hesin likes to dominate. Little Hesin likes to... whimper." Rubbing her soaking labia against his manhood, she chuckled. "How amusing you are..."

"Wait." As he watched her hips lift, he pulled at his bindings. When she paused, his tone lowered into little more than a whisper. "My mask. Remove it."

Tilting her head in curiosity, she slipped a finger beneath the chin. "Are you certain?"

He nodded. "I won't soil my true face. Let the original bear the shame."

"Very well." She carefully pulled the metal mask away, placing it next to them as if handling a priceless artifact. The final barrier was removed, the truth of him bare before her eyes. On the rare occasions she had glimpsed his scarred face, it had appeared lifeless. Now, it stared back at her with a new light, a trust in his single eye that she had never seen before. Running a finger over the scar that claimed his missing eye, she smirked, patting his cheek softly. "There you are, Hesin."

Whatever softness lingered behind her eyes vanished a moment later, once more committed to their game. Before he could protest, the gag was forced into his mouth, tasting her saliva. Moaning, a weight lifted from his shoulders, helpless beneath his mistress without holding back.

Lifting her hips, she sank down upon his length, watching his head roll back in utter bliss. Squeezing her complex vaginal muscles, she held him inside, feeling his hips trying to push up from beneath her. "Such an eager pet. Fine. Let's see how long you can endure."

Rising and falling, she claimed his cock, watching his eye flutter. She sensed his pleasure, riding until he was brought to the edge of his limit. Stopping, she watched him writhe, manhood twitching wildly inside her.

"Cum, Hesin. Give me your seed. Don't you want to get me pregnant?" She rocked her hips once more, chuckling. His hands squeezed into fists, her vagina a stimulating torture he never wanted to stop. She did stop, however, once more holding him at his limit. "Oh? Perhaps not. Perhaps I'll need to find someone more... willing."

Hesin's eye widened at her words. Groaning, he'd only required a single thrust to finish. Slowly, his pleasure calmed, allowing her to continue.

"Ah, there it is. You see, Hesin? I know you too well." She smirked, hips moving with an agonizing slowness. "Was that a twitch I felt? Of course it was. Tell me, does that thought please you? Do you want me to find another to sire my child?"

Once more he groaned, trying to push himself deeper.

Chuckling, she ran a finger down his chest. "Ever so curious. If you don't cum, what other option will I have than to cuckold you?"

Every instinct screamed in submission to cum, feeling her slow thrusts come once more to a complete stop. His muscles trembled, close enough to taste his orgasm.

Waiting with a devious smile, she ensured he was ready before carefully rising and falling atop his cock. "Yes, perhaps that's the only way I'll get the child I require. From which man, I wonder? Salduin? Quite a large man... I'm sure his cock would match his size," she lied.

Squirming, he grimaced with utter pleasure, his moans muffled.

She knew better than to mention Clin. "Perhaps a guard? Any would steal your place without question. A strong man of worth would be suitable. I may even be able to convince my father to Vaidimate the child in place of yours. You craved that, didn't you? A royal child? It's a shame you still refuse to cum."

He was going to climax. The feeling of her divine loins was FAR too exquisite to endure. Every inch of him prepared, body clenching, only to groan in frustration as she stopped. Utterly helpless, he dared to utter a whimper, the famed assassin master relinquishing another mask. "She should. This is who you are, Hesin. You deserve to be replaced."

"A curious thought, though maybe I'll return to the father of my firstborn for a second. Oh, I sensed your burning jealousy as you watched my belly swell, tasting your desire." She ran her hands over her toned midriff, taunting him with her gorgeous form. "Perhaps The God Emperor shall command you to raise it as your own, considering you're spurning his generous offer. A fitting fate, I'd say."

Every movement of her hips sent a burning pleasure through his shaft, her pace maddeningly slow. He NEEDED to cum. He wanted her to fulfill her threat. He NEEDED to breed. He wanted to raise her lover's child. Conflicting natures waged a war within his head, tearing him apart.

Sensing he had endured enough, she eased her cruel smirk into one of seduction, relinquishing her role in their game. Now, it was time to claim what was hers. "Squirm, Hesin. Whimper. Show me your other nature. Imagine a child in my belly, your own, another's, or both. I've seen your skill. I've watched your command. Nothing shall lessen you in my eyes. Be my breeder, and my cuckold!"

Riding his cock with a renewed fury, she watched his eye roll back within seconds, every muscle tightening as she finally permitted him to orgasm. He bucked wildly in his restraints, clenching his fists as he was eagerly forced to impregnate her fertile body. She gasped, lips parted as she felt his warmth, sinking down fully to take his seed as deeply as possible.

Trembling in pure ecstasy, Hesin pumped everything he could coax into her, mind reeling. This was his reward, his punishment. The chamber melted away, his world merely their meeting loins.

Nafalya squeezed his shaft tightly within her, milking every last drop. When he finally eased beneath her, his body limp, she caressed her belly like a conquering empress. "Once more your will is fulfilled, father," she thought to herself with satisfaction. "I'll give you a grandson."

Resting on his back, Hesin breathed deeply, feeling the familiar mixture of shame and pleasure creeping through him. Embarrassment wielded its blade, her humiliating words ringing in his head. Pride met it with a blade of its own, for his seed was inside of a fertile princess. He needed his mask to banish the shame. He needed to celebrate the conception of his child with an expensive Zilrinian wine.

Moving to rest atop him, her lips brushed his ear, cock still trapped inside. "You should know, of the few people I care to endure the company of, I find myself rather... fond of you, Hesin."

He tasted the gag as she kissed his cheek, her hand tracing his scars. He released a deep breath, the feeling of her skin against his a greater comfort than he had expected. "You're going to be a father," he told himself, staring at the ceiling.

What child deserved a ruined father?