Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 89

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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2nd of Senin, 18 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

The moans of an imperial princess echoed through her father's throne room as Nafalya's Week of Ardon came to an end.

She had served her time, sitting upon the steps of the imperial throne, nude but for the paint decorating her pregnant swell with the symbol of House Vaid. It had been a curious thing to study her father's subjects as they came one by one to pray towards her belly in an endless stream of citizens. Hour after hour, she watched them with silent amusement, noting every tiny emotion she sensed. Sincerity in their prayers for the health of her unborn child came just as often as mere hopes that a royal would remember their loyal display.

Whispers of desire pulsated from every being that came forth. Listening to their prayers, she sensed what came unsaid, eyes sneaking glances. It had been the perfect opportunity to sharpen her greatest weapon. Her thighs sat parted or closed. A hand rested upon her belly, or her leg. Focusing, she studied the reaction of each worshipper, learning what tantalized them most. Some ached at the sight of her exposed body, no secret hidden between her royal legs. Others were taunted by a taste of mystery, a hand concealing what they craved.

She had played her games. Now, moaning in orgasmic bliss, they came to an end.

"Almost there! He's-" Irith squeezed her daughter's hand. The moment the little prince's cries rang out for the first time, she gasped, tears wetting her blues eyes.

"Princess Nafalya of House Vaid, you have a son!" a healer announced, holding the newborn in her arms.

Mind swirling in a haze of pleasure, Nafalya watched her father descend from the throne. Beside her, Hesin watched silently from behind his cold mask as The God Emperor claimed the boy first.

Assessing his new grandchild, Dominax grinned in satisfaction. Raising the boy, his voice boomed through the crowded chamber. "The son of Princess Nafalya and Grand Master Hesin lives! Hail Prince Atrix of House Vaid!"

As the fervent crowds cheered, Nafalya felt Hesin's hand take hers. Glancing to her mate, she allowed the touch, for after all, he had done well.

Resting in satisfaction at fulfilling her father's command, she smirked to herself as the child was passed into Irith's care.

"HAIL PRINCE ATRIX!"

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The setting sun did little to dampen the celebrations raging through Domani. A new Vaid had been born, and echoes of delight rippled across The Empire to welcome him. Such was what historians would record, of course. The cheers down below, at least, were quite real.

Clin watched from Crescent Plaza. Atop The Grand Pyramid, the masses appeared to be a sea bathed in the light of blazing torches and braziers in the night. Music echoed between buildings, mixing with the laughter and moans of nude citizens.

It was much the same for the nobles gathered around him. When the feasting had ended, The God Emperor had invited them atop Crescent Plaza, displaying Nafalya like a prized pet. As visiting Lords and Mayors talked, drank, and entertained themselves with the company of pretty slaves, the princess rested atop a cushion in the center of the plaza, lounging as she recovered, the new prince at her breast. The boy's father had set himself apart from the crowd, for Hesin leaned against a pillar supporting the plaza's towering entrance, alone. Clin turned to glance at him occasionally, peering between shuffling guests and dancing slaves.

"Well?" Cendra asked at his side, and Clin realized he had stopped listening. When he searched for an excuse, her cheeks grew red with a simmering fury.

"Apologies, my love."

Swallowing her pride, she calmed herself. "I require a simple yes or no. Father has left the decision to you."

"My decision. Of course."

Once more she scowled. "Your decision about my proposal. On the night a Privictis recruit receives his or her Knighthood, they should be required to sire a child. What better way to reaffirm their sworn commitment to serve the population than the knowledge their child is among said population?"

Clin rubbed his weary eyes. "I hear your father in that idea."

"He's made his approval clear. Now, yes or no?"

Pondering, he nodded. "Any reminder of their duty is worthwhile."

As Cendra's lips eased at her satisfaction, he glanced at Hesin in the distance. Following his gaze, she offered a raised brow.

"We have ample time before the recruits are prepared to solidify the details," he said. When her question remained, he peered over once more. "As for tonight, we've yet to congratulate Hesin on the birth."

"Must we?"

Clin took her hand. "Come. You should speak to Nafalya as well."

"She knows of my support."

Clin frowned as they followed the outer edge of the plaza. "Cendra, you're the eldest."

Biting her lip, she sighed. "Fine."

Avoiding the crowd, they made their way towards the solitary assassin. No doubt he watched them in return, his eye always peering from behind his mask. As still as stone, he nearly appeared to be a part of the colossal pillar, a statue carved into a casual pose.

"Lord Hesin," Cendra greeted the hooded man with a tight smirk. "We're pleased by the health of my sister's son. Prince Atrix shall be a valuable asset to House Vaid."

"Ah, our princess," he replied, his voice holding a metallic echo as he looked her up and down. "Thank you. I'm pleased you're still here to see this day. You worried us all after Kisrin."

Her lips thinned. Before she could reply, Clin released her hand. "May I have a moment?"

Seeing the firmness of his gaze, Cendra nodded hesitantly. "Very well. I suppose I'll speak to Nafalya," she said before acknowledging the hooded man a final time. "Lord Hesin."

Waiting as she departed, Clin looked around, then scratched his head, as if uncertain what to do with his hands.

"You remain." Hesin stared, his mask expressionless. "Speak if you must."

"Hesin, we're far from young men. Now, we're fathers."

"We also breathe. What other obvious statements should we note?"

Clin sighed. "Our sons share blood."

"As cruel fate would have it, yes. What else?"

Opening his hands, Clin bowed his head. "Hesin, I'm sorry. We shouldn't allow our disagreements to affect our boys."

"Our boys, or you?"

Frowning, Clin straightened. "I've endured your spite. It was earned, I know. Never shall I deny that. Still, after all these years, decades, can we not put aside what occurred?" he asked, meeting Hesin's eye. "For our children?"

"You wield them like shields." Hesin tilted his head. "You know my price."

Clin hesitated. "I've done all I can to apologize."

The statue shattered, for Hesin waved a disgusted hand. "Feed your apologies to the lixidions."

Sighing, Clin rubbed his tired eyes. "I cannot undo my deeds. I cannot restore your family to life, though if I could, I'd-."

"Confess." The word hung between them, as solid as the pillar behind Hesin.

Clin swallowed. "Cendra knows what occurred. I revealed every horrid detail."

Hesin studied the blond man, hatred pouring from his eye. "You burden the girl with your disgrace, yet not her father?"

"He's made his disinterest clear, caring little to prod into our mistakes from before Nitri's fall. So long as we're useful to The Empire, what concern would he show in crimes decades old?"

"All the more reason to confess. Such is the price I offered long ago, and such is my price now. I care little if you're executed or pardoned. You had a chance to tell Nitri's elders the truth, to grant me justice, yet you lied. Speak it now."

Clin folded his arms, looking away. "I have a family, Hesin. Others rely on me now. The smallest risk is too great."

Leaning back once more, Hesin allowed a silence to linger. "I'd grant your family to the same beast for a moment more with mine. There's my confession."

"Hesin..." Once more Clin opened his hands. "Please, don't be unreasonable."

Silent, the hooded man offered nothing but a piercing eye.

"One day, I'll confess. I'll lay my sins bare before The God Emperor and let history name me terrible or redeemed. On that day, I'll do so on my terms, when I can no longer do any further good for The Empire's citizens."

He could almost hear a chuckle from behind Hesin's mask. "What good are you to those that are stomped into the dirt by the legions under your command?"

The blond man grimaced. "You know the necessity of war. I mourn those that fall. There are many, and shall be many more, it's true. When the blood dries, we'll have made a world where another drop shall never have to be spilled."

"Spoken as if from The God Emperor's lips."

The amusement in the man's metallic voice was a dagger in Clin's chest. "We all seek the same end, peace for all beings of Ayphieal."

"Ah, don't think I condemn what we've done, and what we'll do. I gladly dip my hands into the mud without hesitation, for such is necessary to create this empire of ours. Still, the same mud stains your hands, and I won't allow you of all people to pretend it doesn't. Play at being a good man if you must, yet every day you deny my family justice is proof of what you truly are."

Without another word, Hesin abandoned Clin to his silence, departing to rejoin the crowd.

Peering at the ground, Clin stood with an empty gaze.

11th of Senin, 18 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

The God Emperor's hand held the soft flesh of the slave's rump. The imperial harem lounged about the throne room, enjoying the cool water of the pools and listening to the soft moans of his current lover.

Sitting high atop his golden throne, Dominax caressed the cheek of the pleasure slave in his lap. She whimpered, eyes fluttering as his divine seed began to ooze from her tight lower lips. He chuckled, cradling her in his arms, a beauty with hair as blue as the sea at sunset. She hung her legs over the side of the throne, her head against his armored chest.

As he savored the touch of her soft skin, he heard the side doors open. Two Lanthians stepped into the heart of his empire, Lalian and Anthara, hand in hand. He gestured for them to approach as they waited for an audience.

"My old friend. Come. You no longer need to kneel before my throne like an ordinary being," Dominax greeted The Grand Imperial Architect with a summoning hand.

Lalian climbed the steps with his mate, claiming a place on the second tier of the pyramidal dais. Fighting to keep a nervous tremble from his legs, he couldn't hide the slight quiver in his voice. "Thank you, your majesty."

Dominax's hand slid up the slave's thigh as he eyed the couple. "You've come to make a request. I can feel your hesitation, Lalian. Does this concern the approaching conquest of your homeland?"

Sharing a look with his mate, Lalian shook his head. "N... no, your majesty. In truth, we've come to discuss a private matter." His green eyes were unable to ignore the slave, watching royal seed leaking from the beauty. "Could we... speak alone?"

Without hesitation, The God Emperor urged the slave to stand. "Leave us. Take the rest." He raised his voice to a booming echo. "OUT."

The imperial harem obeyed, leaving the calm embrace of the pools to stroll from the room. The slave atop the throne descended the dais, unable to stop her ruler's seed from dripping down the steps.

As the chamber fell silent, entirely alone, Dominax smirked. "You have my full attention."

Squeezing Anthara's hand, Lalian met her eyes, receiving a nod. Taking a breath, he exhaled slowly. "It's a... singular occasion, for we've come to you today... hoping that, if you'd be so kind... perhaps you could help us with a matter that is... very delicate, something I would never presume to request if it were not entirely-"

"Speak plainly, Lalian. You have my ear," Dominax cut him off.

Anthara broke her silence. "We've decided to start a family, your great majesty."

Leaning back in his throne, Dominax's piercing eyes studied the couple, feeling a grin creeping onto his lips. "Ah, there's the truth of it. Congratulations, my friend. A being of your value deserves such fulfillment, yet the obvious must be asked. How?"

Lalian's cheeks darkened as he looked away. "We'll need... assistance, as you know." He looked to his mate once more, squeezing her hand. The tattoo that sealed their love rested in his grasp, the only source of strength that aided his coming words. "Your majesty, many years ago we... we shared a night together, for I was permitted to j... join you as you sired a child with the late Lady Rosila of The Sages."

Dominax chuckled. "I remember that night well."

"Y... yes, well, she said something to me that I have never forgotten, nor would I try to if my memory permitted. 'When he failed in the past, you played your part. Where you fail, he'll play his.'" Lalian gathered his strength. "I've... failed. What my... vile mistresses have taken from me is irretrievable. I... cannot give my love the child she deserves." His voice quivered, standing firm. "In Spirexia, I requested the favor of permitting me to return to Domani, where I met my beloved Anthara. Now, if... if I may request another favor, it'd be for your assistance in making our family whole."

Stroking his silvery beard, Dominax eyed the Lanthians before him. "You understand what that'd require, do you not?"

"We do," Anthara replied with a nod.

"You're both in agreement?" The God Emperor asked.

Lalian squeezed his mate's hand. "I... I was a slave when you found me. Your hand freed me from my cage. You... allowed me to become the man I am, and thus, I can think of no other to aid us in this. I'd... I'd be honored to call a child of your blood my own, my... friend."

Grin deepening, Dominax stood from his throne. Descending step after step, he met them at equal height, placing his hands on their shoulders. "Then of course. There are few things I'd refuse to grant you, Lalian. If you desire a child, you'll have it."

Anthara blushed at his touch, her hand subtly touching her belly. "We are... honored, your great majesty."

As Dominax met his advisor's thankful gaze, his grin couldn't help but dampen at a thought. "The world is hardly in need of yet another Dominax, yet there are far too few Lalians. It's a shame, though so be it. The Empire shall make do with what I give you."

Feeling his trembling voice ease, Lalian's smile couldn't help but beam. "What you give shall be worth more than the world to us."

"Come to my chambers in two days. If your decision remains firm, I'll give you what you seek," Dominax commanded.

12th of Senin, 18 AVE.

Kingdom of Vaidrin, Avilia.

"Don't stop... ahh... yes, just like that..."

Ynisa's moans echoed quietly through the empty house. She felt the sleeping mat under her back, placed atop the dirty bed. It had been one of the few furnishings the disgusting humans hadn't looted before Agents of Shai had secured the abandoned house, boarding up every shattered window.

Salik's hips rocked between her spread thighs, his black helmet resting beside them. He buried his face against her slender neck, as white as snow, never able to meet her eyes when he was close.

An echo of an infant's cry came from below, quickly silenced by the hand of an agent. As indoctrinated humans, they had blended easily with the surrounding population. Salik and Ynisa, on the other hand, had moved only under the cover of darkness.

Salik grunted, every thrust bringing him closer. He wanted to return home. He wanted to see the snow of The Shai Domain once more, or travel to Domani to face The God Emperor and settle his fate. Instead, he waited, lurking, hunting each night.

His prey was always helpless. Sometimes a young mother awoke before her baby could be carried away into the darkness. A quick slash of his blade was enough to quiet their screams without trouble. Foul deeds. He'd make no excuse. The Potentate would have his army.

Whispers of kidnappings always spread eventually, and they moved on to the next human city. The countless spawn of the human God Emperor could be found everywhere. Avilia was no different from the last. With each thrust, Salik felt the humid air clinging to his white skin, unnatural. He wondered how humans could possibly live in such a place, gritting his teeth as he felt his finish approaching.

"Safe, or risky?" he asked. It was the same question most nights. Sometimes her answer was enough to stop him. Sometimes not.

"It doesn't... ahh... matter anymore," Ynisa moaned, fingers dragging across his back. "Cum... inside..."

"If we risk..."

She quieted him, nearly purring. "There is nothing more... ahh... to risk. Finish inside..."

Hips rocking, his head rose, daring to meet her red eyes. She nodded.

"I'm... pregnant..."

Pushing deep, his warmth spewed inside her tight embrace. Fingernails scratched his back with a moan, drawing the smallest hint of black blood.

Panting, bodies intertwined, they recovered in the silent haze of their aftermath. When he faced her once more, seeking a whisper of falsehood, he found only certainty in her gaze.

"I've been with no one else," she whispered softly.

Resting his head upon her shoulder, he closed his eyes. For a single moment, he was a mere man, a Dril, a father. Exhaling, his jaw clenched.

"Salik?" Ynisa asked as he stood from the bed. "What're you... please, wait, where are you going? We need to talk about-"

"Out," he whispered as his helmet slid over his face. "I'm going out."

"Stay. For a single night just... stay. Please."

Her words were ignored as he dressed himself, hurrying from the room. Left alone, naked, warmth leaking from between her thighs, she buried her face in her hands.

"A mistake makes a mistake," Salik thought to himself as he sheathed his blades, slipping out into the night.

13th of Senin, 18 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

"W... well? Is it accurate?" Lalian asked, hands clasped behind his back. He knew they were, of course, his flawless memory recalling even the smallest detail.

"How did you..." Anthara stared at the outfit laying on their bed. Made of cloth entirely decorated in the finest woven gold one could purchase, it shimmered in the light of their bedchamber.

Lalian tapped the side of his head. "I've been saving it for a special occasion. Tonight is singular enough."

She touched the loincloth, a recreation of the uniform only the finest Lanthian warriors could hope to earn the right to wear. "I'm not worthy."

"T... to me, none may compare. Please, try it on."

Hesitation pulled her back, as if afraid to approach once more. Finally, when temptation proved too much to bear, she claimed the gilded fabric in her careful grasp. "What'll history make of me, my love? A traitor, or a savior?"

"That'll be decided by our victory or failure. Tonight, simply be the mother of our future child."

Her decision was made with a nod. As she began to dress herself, she felt the excitement building in her stomach. If her fate was to rest in their ruler's arms tonight, she'd meet him wearing only the best. When she finished, she presented herself to her lover, hands on her hips. A loincloth of golden strings hung between her legs. A choker held her neck, connecting to a top that decorated her breasts, displaying her nipples. Bands wrapped around her ankles and forearms, made of solid gold. "Well, little Lalian? What will your master think?"

Swallowing at the sight, he felt his manhood twitch beneath his tunic. "He... he'll find you as stunning as I do."

Realization flashed in her eyes as she remembered to retrieve a final piece. Moving to the bedside, she picked up her medallion from where she displayed it every night, clasping it around her neck. With a final breath, she took Lalian's arm. "It's time, my love. We shouldn't be late."

Together, they descended The Tower of The Lanthian, making their way through The Grand Pyramid. Deep into the night, only servants prowled the halls, cleaning endlessly. Anthara's glare was no longer enough to deflect their curious glances whenever they passed by, gawking at her traditional uniform.

The closer they ventured to their destination, the more Lalian felt his legs quiver. She wanted this. He wanted this. There was no other way to receive the child they desired, nor anyone they trusted more to complete the deed. Even still, every step closer was an admission of his failure, his defeat. Only her firm grip comforted his racing thoughts, feeling his fear fade each time she granted him a loving look when none watched.

"The God Emperor is expecting you, Grand Imperial Architect Lalian," a guard said, moving aside to permit the couple into the royal level. Though he bowed with respect, the green man couldn't help but blush with embarrassment.

"Are you certain of this?" Anthara asked. For a moment, her confidence slipped aside, revealing a nervous smile. "Absolutely certain?"

Shame was an enemy Lalian knew well. Never had it been far, always lurking, prepared to strike. When a eunuch's mate fell pregnant, even a fool could assume the truth. The world would know what was about to occur this night, and so be it. He had endured worse. For Anthara, for their future family, he'd pay the price of humiliation. "I... I am. I've never been more certain."

Pressing her lips to his, she held him close, a final moment of exclusivity before she'd be The God Emperor's, if only for a night. As they parted, she pressed her lips to his ear, her whisper feeling warm. "Thank you."

With a command to the guards, the doors were hauled open to reveal The God Emperor's personal lounge. Waiting inside, to their surprise, Irith rose from her seat to greet them with a gentle smile.

"Welcome," The Concubine Empress said, guiding them inside. She pushed open the second pair of doors, revealing the royal bedchamber. The entrance stood before them, a dark room beyond that flickered with a low green light. Irith took Lalian's hand, granting it a squeeze as her voice lowered to a tone of sincere respect. "This is quite brave of you, Lalian."

"I..."

She quieted him with a finger. "He's waiting. Go on." She eyed Anthara with a smile. "I won't disturb your beautiful moment."

Lalian watched her depart, feeling as though time had stopped as they lingered at the entrance. Finally, hand in hand, they accepted their fate.

Inside, candles painted the walls in a deep green light, a reminder of their wedding ritual. Their host rose from the oversized bed, wearing nothing as he took slow steps towards them.

Anthara's grip tightened around Lalian's hand, green eyes meeting the cock that would make her a mother. It hung before her, the weapon of a worthy foe.

Wordlessly, Dominax's fingers brushed her cheek, taking in the sight of his prize. The sight of her exotic wings intrigued him, touching her hips.

Lalian heard a soft moan as she felt the tingling power of The God Emperor's touch. His Lanthian heart began to quicken, his manhood twitching.

Dominax moved closer, his lips nearing hers. He paused, glancing at Lalian.

The green man nodded with a whisper. "I... trust you."

Lips meeting, Anthara's eyes fluttered, nearly purring with desire. Lalian blushed as he watched, controlling his breaths, legs trembling. Rosila's words ran through his head once more, calming the shame that tightened his throat. "When he failed in the past, you played your part. Where you fail, he'll play his."

Dominax watched the hunger in her eyes as they parted, sensing her need. His fingers tugged at her loincloth's belt, slowly sliding it down her feminine hips.

Lalian watched as his mate was revealed, doing nothing to stop his master, his friend. Anthara deserved this, watching her gasp playfully as the loincloth toppled gently to the floor. When her top was unclasped, separating from her choker, she was left bare beneath The God Emperor's studying gaze.

Dominax chuckled with satisfaction, stepping back to take her in completely. She was a marvel, an exotic green beauty. As he walked to the bed, his manhood grew stiff, standing ready. Mounting the bed, he sat against the headboard. "Bring her to me, my friend."

Seeing the massive cock waiting for his mate, Lalian shivered, squeezing her hand.

Anthara turned to kiss him, her thighs rubbing together with anticipation. Her taste remained upon his lips as she whispered once more. "Come, little Lalian. I'll make you a father."

There was no retreating, no going back. His destiny sat ahead as Lalian guided his mate by the hand. He helped her mount the bed, watching her kneel submissively before the cock that would soon breed her.

"Join us. Your place is here, Lalian, at my side." Dominax gestured. "Remove everything, for there is no shame between us."

Heart racing, Lalian obeyed, slowly undressing. Nude, he claimed his rightful position beside his master, kneeling, watching as Anthara's fingers brushed The God Emperor's cock for the first time. Jealousy poured through his veins, his own small manhood painfully firm.

Her hand moved with the smallest hint of a nervous tremble, her eyes widening as she felt his size. A faint moan of desire oozed from her lips, stroking up and down.

Lalian knew she craved his cock. His woman desired another, a truth that tortured him with every sensual motion of her hand. He felt as though he was floating in a dream, his body tingling with a deep humiliation as his breaths deepened. To his surprise, however, he merely basked in the sensation, feeling a deep affection for the two beings he trusted most rising from somewhere inside. This was his family. "Anthara..."

Fingers leaving his cock, she eyed her mate, more than ready to receive the baby she had been promised.

"Prepare her, Lalian," Dominax commanded.

Guiding Anthara onto her back, Lalian looked to his master, as if waiting for permission. Receiving a nod, his trembling fingers brushed her wet labia, shivering at the feeling of her gathering juices. Her body was ready for another's cock, her vagina aching with need as his fingers slid inside. Feeling the tightness his friend would soon enjoy, a tightness he gave willingly, he swallowed with lust. Within a few practiced motions, rubbing where he knew she enjoyed it best, he felt her soaking loins nearly gush with desire to accept her new lover. "S... she's... ready... your majesty."

"Dominax," The God Emperor corrected. "A rare few may forgo my title in private. You, my friend, have more than earned the privilege."

Feeling pride tighten his chest, Lalian smiled. "Y... yes, Dominax. She's ready."

As The God Emperor maneuvered between her parted thighs, Anthara took Lalian's hand. "This is for us, my love. Stay. Hold me closer as we make our child."

Eager to obey, Lalian moved to lie down beside her, clasping her hand in both of his. Resting atop her right wing, with her leg draped across his waist, he pressed close to her body. Anthara's head turned to kiss him a final time before she'd feel their ruler. He savored the sweet taste of her lips, hearing a moan as the tip of Dominax's cock rubbed against her Lanthian labia.

Granting the green man a glance, Dominax watched him inhale a breath. Finally, expression growing firm with a deep trust, Lalian nodded.

With a push, their deed was sealed. His green eyes widened as he watched Anthara's head fall back, hearing her moan echo through the room as Dominax gradually slid inside. Lalian's lips parted in awe as the love of his life was claimed, watching her gaze roll back in pleasure.

Groaning, Dominax pushed deep, his cock gliding into the tightness of a Lanthian for the first time. His hips sank slowly, carefully, entering Anthara with a gentle caution for Lalian's sake.

"Oohhh Lalian... he's..." she muttered, gasping when he pressed firmly against her cervix.

Realizing he had stopped breathing momentarily, his heart pounding, Lalian's lips parted with a whimper of lust, watching her groan. His small manhood twitched, defeated, knowing he could never fill her as deeply as his master. "A... are you... hurt?"

"No... ooohhh..." she tried to say, her eyes fluttering as Dominax began to make slow, firm thrusts that pushed against her limit. Her thighs quivered in pleasure, moaning with every movement of his hips.

Jealousy pulsed through Lalian's body with every beat of his heart. It was a consuming enemy he fought with every ounce of his willpower, dueling with the aching affection he felt at each soft sound of her whimpering arousal. "She's still yours," he thought to himself. "She's still yours."

The candlelight danced over their moaning bodies, her thighs wide apart, his hips rocking. Lalian could hear the wet sounds of every movement of Dominax's cock gliding deep into his girl, his love, stirring her insides.

Squeezing her hand, he felt her thigh tremble as it remained across his waist, savoring the mere touch of her smooth green skin. She deserved the pleasure he couldn't grant her, envy twitching inside his cock. "I... I love you," he whispered, receiving a moan of acknowledgement.

Wings outstretched beneath them, the right slightly curled as if to cradle her mate, holding him close. This was their moment, moaning as her womb begged for a baby.

Lalian watched Dominax's expert movements, mesmerized by the rhythmic rocking of his hips. Pride bled through his jealousy, his affection, proud that The God Emperor, his friend, was breeding his mate. The cock of the man that had saved him was inside his woman. The man that had helped to raise Lalian from a helpless slave into a being of worth was pleasuring the love of his life. They had built wonders together, and now, they'd make a child together.

Anthara's other hand clasped the medallion around her neck, the tattoo on her palm touching its golden surface as she moaned. "B... breed me... oohhh... give my little Lalian a child... a daughter!"

Dominax groaned hungerly, fingers exploring her tight body. Her exotic green skin shivered at his touch, her fertile body under his control.

Lalian watched as Dominax felt her breasts, groping perky flesh. He held no power to stop him, nor would he. Hard nipples brushed against his master's touch. It was only right that The God Emperor should enjoy them, for he'd sire a baby that would soon drink their milk. Lalian watched, eyes filled with gratitude, his cock throbbing.

Anthara could nearly forget her fear for the man that was inside her, moaning for more. For too long she had gone without a proper cock. For too long she had endured... less. Lalian held her heart, her love, her eternal loyalty, yet her body screamed in satisfaction with every deep thrust.

Both hands still holding his beloved, Lalian's loins ached, ever calling his attention. Shame denied his temptation, yet as her thigh brushed against his painfully hard cock, he whimpered a submissive moan.

"Ooohh... yes!" Anthara begged, feeling Dominax's tip pounding into her deepest limit. "I need... your worthy cock... ahh... to breed me..."

The words stung deeply as Lalian bit his lip, humiliation forcing a moan. Never would she show such pleasure for his manhood. Never would she beg for the seed he could not give. She deserved his master's cock, as Lalian took comfort in her moans. "She's happy," he told himself. "That's all you ever wanted since the day she became yours."

Anthara moved her leg, hearing her mate moan each time her thigh rubbed against his cock. Inviting eyes urged Dominax to lean closer, his lips meeting hers.

Lalian whimpered helplessly, savoring the feeling of her strong thigh as he watched their lips dance. Anthara moaned as his tongue eased into her mouth, squeezing the medallion. It remained clasped around her neck, a reminder of the bond she would not break. The God Emperor's cock slid deep into her fertile body with every thrust, her womb craving for his seed, yet she'd forever be Lalian's woman.

When Dominax pulled away, Anthara granted Lalian a turn, never forgetting her mate as they kissed. Her tongue met its next duelist, still tasting The God Emperor.

A human cock defeated Lalian's green manhood with every motion of his hips, exploring Lanthian depths. Dark green blood flowed with envy in Lalian's veins, unable to pass to his child.

Lips parting, Lalian met Anthara's eyes, watching them flutter in deep satisfaction. "I... I love you..."

She squeezed his hand tighter, a hard thrust forcing her eyes to roll back. "I... I'm going... to-"

Lalian watched as the love of his life orgasmed, her tight body trembling. The wing cradling him twitched wildly, spasming with every pulse of intense pleasure.

Moaning at the sight, Lalian felt a rush of affection. His eyes glimmered in the green candlelight as he looked to his master. "T... thank you... my friend..."

Dominax groaned, cock sliding in and out of her clenching body. The woman of a man he respected deserved to writhe in a blissful climax. He sensed Lalian's arousal, a submissive lust he couldn't fully understand. Any man that touched Irith would beg for death, yet Lalian merely moaned as his mate was ravished. It mattered little. Like Hesin's similar proclivities, Dominax would look down upon such desires, though never prevent them. Worthy beings deserved to indulge in their lusts, no matter how shameful. If Lalian enjoyed the sight of his mate's pleasure, he'd do all he could to make Anthara scream.

Gasping, sheets drenched beneath her, Anthara wrapped her legs around her breeder's waist. "Oohhh... cum... inside me... your great majesty..."

Cock throbbing, Lalian bit his lip at the absence of her thigh against his manhood. The feeling of her skin lingered like a memory, loins tingling as if on the verge of finishing.

"Breed me... breed... ME..."

Her words were a sweet torture. Lalian subtly raised his hips, the mere sight of her passion maintaining his arousal. He wanted to cum. He wanted to shoot his sterile seed, as if his body desired a final hopeless chance to impregnate his mate.

Dominax's thrusts grew quicker, pounding deep, arms wrapping around her neck to dominate her body in a tight embrace.

"I want this," Lalian told himself, biting back a moan. His fate had been sealed the moment the blade of his cruel mistresses had cut away his fertility, his bloodline destined to wither into ash. Dominax would grant him a child of royal blood, a baby he'd be honored to raise as his own. This was his place in life, his destiny, his cock throbbing as another's pushed deep into his woman. "I want her to get pregnant. I... I want a child."

Dominax groaned. Anthara screamed. Cock buried as deeply as possible, his seed began to spurt inside her fertile body as she begged for his baby.

Lalian's breath caught in his throat. Untouched, throbbing, his cock began to squirt from the mere sight of his friend impregnating the love of his life. Hips bucking, he whimpered as a euphoria seized his loins, feeling a consuming affection for the moaning lovers at his side.

Anthara's body trembled as she climaxed, her wing holding Lalian tightly as sperm oozed heavily from her tight labia. She felt tiny drops of Lalian's clear liquid shoot weakly across her thigh, still wrapped around Dominax. Her mate's sterile cum dripped down her skin, outside, while The God Emperor's potent seed filled her desperate vagina.

Basking in a haze of dancing emotions, Lalian watched Dominax holding his woman, his body tingling with a submissive satisfaction he savored. For a moment, no shame found him. For a moment, humiliation fled his mind. For a moment, he was at peace, merely enjoying the aftermath of their beautiful act. He was going to be a father.

"I love you... Anthara..." he muttered, watching utter satisfaction shimmer in her dazed eyes.

Slowly, Dominax released her, rising to kneel between her legs. As his cock slid from her well used loins, his seed poured heavily from her labia to drench the sheets below. He granted the couple space, watching Lalian reach over to embrace his bred mate.

Reaching down, Anthara ran a trembling finger between her green lower lips, moaning as she felt the warm seed gushing from her labia. With a devious smirk, she brought the dripping finger to her mouth, sensually tracing her lips. Wet with viscous seed that had been inside her, she kissed Lalian, hearing him whimper submissively.

Blushing deeply, Lalian held her tighter. The feeling of her gorgeous body against his was taunting, knowing he'd never impregnate her. Instead, he touched her midriff, fingers tingling at the knowledge that Dominax's seed worked to find her ovum.

Her belly would swell with a child he'd love as his own.

"T... thank you... Dominax," Lalian said, smiling. "You've granted us... everything."

12th of Onis, 19 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

The Grand Pyramid was a beacon in the distance. They could see it from miles away, yet the closer it grew, the tighter Vixin's stomach felt.

"We're going home! We'll live with grandfather again! We're going home!" Jinilya chanted. Yisi had allowed her to hold the reins of the lixidion as she sat in her lap. That had been a mistake, for the little princess began to flick wildly, commanding the purple beast into a frantic rush. Swiftly snatching control from the girl, Yisi patted her sternly on the cheek.

Behind, Vixin rested her chin on Yisi's shoulder as the beast slowed to a calm walk, holding her slender waist. Her fate approached ahead as Domani's gates came into view. Their refuge from the world was miles away, feeling the talons of duty her titles demanded sinking back into her flesh.

Peering up at the colossal fortress towering above the city, she eyed The Grand Pyramid's peak. She had fled the storm that awaited her. Now, reaching to grasp Yisi's tattooed hand, she sighed.

"Alright, Cendra. Let's talk."