Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 91

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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43rd of Onis, 19 AVE.

Kingdom of Vaidrin, Near Southern Border.

The command ship swayed in the dark waves of the night. The floor seemed to roll, a subtle tilting back and forth, yet the large vessel endured the gargantuan river with ease. Newly built, The Silver Wind led the fleet like a tidal wave rushing towards the distant shores of The Lanthian Empire.

Dominax ignored the sounds of black water crashing against the hull as he sat at his desk, a wooden slab under his inspection. He read the inscribed words silently as Jinilya sat in his lap, mirroring her grandfather as she tried to make sense of the symbols.

Behind them, Irith and Vixin sat on the edge of the bed, talking and chuckling, while the twins whispered quietly nearby.

When a knock tapped on the door, the outside guard's muffled announcement rang out. "The Grand Imperial Architect Lalian, your holiness!"

Jinilya was permitted by her grandfather to answer, rushing to unlatch the lock. Greeting the pair of Lanthians with a smug smile, she clasped her hands behind her back coyly when Lalian patted her head. "The green man is here! And the winged woman!"

"Is your grandfather occupied, little human?" Anthara said, her words still noticeably accented. At a glance from her mate, she corrected herself with a bowed head. "Princess."

Dominax summoned them inside with a gesture, guiding the girl away. "Ah, you never fail me, my friend," he said as Lalian presented a bundle of organized slabs. "And the child?"

Dressed in thin green silks that cascaded gently down her form, Anthara blushed as their ruler assessed her pregnant swell, feeling his caress tingling her skin wherever he touched. "All is well, your great majesty," she nearly purred.

Clearing his throat nervously, Lalian straightened as the others gathered at The God Emperor's side to see the pregnancy. "From my inspections, she seems to be experiencing a normal Lanthian pregnancy of four months. Hybrids are... complicated... though I... I predict she'll give birth during Thriduin."

"That's wonderful, Lalian," Irith smiled kindly.

"Congratulations," Vixin offered. "Perhaps the blessings I recited during your marriage ritual weren't entirely ceremonial, even if they required... assistance to be fulfilled."

Anthara shared a chuckle with the princess, her green eyes sneaking a glance at her royal body with tantalizing memories of their shared night. Lalian merely squeezed his mate's hand.

As Dominax placed the newly translated slabs on his desk, he was surprised to hear Arinax speak up. "May I have a chance to read them, father?" the boy quietly asked.

Lalian left his mate's side and stepped closer with curiosity. "Y... you have an interest in Lanthian history, my prince?"

"History itself, I suppose," Arinax replied. With the eyes of the room turning upon him, he looked down.

"Oh, this is singular." Lalian smiled with enthusiasm. "Though you may find this particular set a bit dry."

The prince shrugged. "Dry is... adequate."

Lalian excitedly tapped his chin in thought. "Ah, in that case, I could translate additional copies for your personal use. Would that please you?"

Arinax's silver eyes sparkled with a silent joy. "Very much so."

"The boy can satisfy his curiosity another day. Tonight holds a greater importance, and the time has nearly arrived," Dominax's deep voice seized the room, ignoring a subtle expression of disappointment from his son.

"Oh?" Lalian asked.

Dominax placed a hand on the green man's shoulder. "A matter between family. Unfortunately, my friend, your place isn't here tonight." He glanced at Anthara before lowering his tone, his deep voice seeping into Lalian's ear. "We shall speak on this later when your own family has solidified."

Lalian nodded without complaint. "As you wish. I shall continue my work."

"Good." Dominax gestured to the door with an open hand. "They're approaching swiftly."

As the Lanthian pair granted the royal family respectful bows, they stepped outside just in time to pass Cendra and Nafalya. Each holding their children, the princesses sealed the door behind them.

"How rare. The entirety of House Vaid in a single room with no other beings in sight," Nafalya noted in greeting. Her father, mother, Cendra with Cliax, Vixin with Jinilya, the twins Arinax and Zela, and herself holding little Prince Atrix, all gathered together. "Has such a thing ever occurred?"

Dominax could feel their collective power radiating through the fabric of reality. To Irith's ordinary eye, they were a collection of beauty. To the others, the room was a blinding sun of ethereal power. "A necessity, for you all deserve to know the extent of my designs before any other."

"What of your advisors? They've served you longer than anyone in this room," Vixin noted. At her side, Cendra aided her sister's words with an agreeing nod, her face pale as if drained of blood. She flinched at every creak of the ship, clinging to Cliax as if she expected the vessel to break apart at any instant.

"So they have, and so they shall know the future of their bloodlines in time. For tonight, however, I'd reveal the extent of my breeding project to royal ears only." Dominax watched their shared surprise.

Cendra gestured to The God Emperor's grandchildren with an unsteady hand. "We've accepted your advisors into our beds at your command. The third generation of House Vaid has been sired by men of your choosing. Are you not pleased with the result, father?"

"More than pleased, my flower. The third rises, yet what of the fourth? The fifth? Our dynasty shall continue for eternity," his voice echoed insidiously. "No living being outside this room holds more importance than you all, and I won't leave the future of our family to chance. My designs have been revised and perfected repeatedly until no other fate remains acceptable."

"What must we do?" Nafalya asked with an intrigued smirk.

"Nothing more, for your part in this is complete. The child you hold is your contribution, our future, a perfect piece of a larger plan." He gestured to the youngest members in the room. "Cliax, Jinilya, and Atrix are the heralds of our eternal dynasty. Their blood is a perfect mix of potential, an outward expansion to inherit necessary components from my advisors. Now, our House shall contract and narrow."

Irith tilted her head. "I don't follow, my love. What of the twins?"

Dominax's grin sent a chill down Arinax's spine as he continued. "Their part is of no less importance. Have patience." He summoned Jinilya from her mother's side. The girl eagerly stood before him, basking in the attention of her family. He took her wrist, raising her hand and commanding her to flicker a flame to life. It burned in her open palm, sparking with spiraling electricity. "Witness the worth of our creation, for Cliax and Atrix share much of the same power that burns inside this one. It's time to consolidate this power, to keep it pure, to gather it into a single descendant that may claim the mantle of our legacy when we're dust."

Vixin guided her daughter away when Dominax was done with the girl. "Then you suggest the children should... mix?"

The God Emperor chuckled. "Multiple branches of House Vaid stand in this room. In time, they shall consolidate into one."

Stunned, Irith found herself smiling at the thought. "A House unified further?"

"A single descendant, father?" Cendra joined in, raising a brow. She glanced at her son with concern.

He nodded. "Our blood shall cascade into a single place, a future God Emperor that shall stand unrivaled in power. His children shall reign after him, beings of pure blood. Power must be protected, hoarded within our veins." His attention fell upon his eldest grandchildren. "Cliax and Jinilya are old enough to develop their potential. Their power shall mix when the time comes, for they shall conceive a pure-blooded child together."

"What?" Cendra muttered in disbelief.

"And Atrix?" Nafalya questioned in a smooth tone. "It seems he lacks a partner. Curious."

The God Emperor's gaze seized his son. "I sought a powerful heir. Instead, fate granted me twins. Long have I pondered the purpose of Zela, yet her value has become clear. The twins shall grant Atrix a mate, together. The result of their daughter and Atrix's union shall breed with the child of Cliax and Jinilya, and our House shall be united anew."

"Zel?" Arinax whispered as the twins shared a confused look.

Vixin couldn't help but grin, holding her daughter close. "I believed we'd be little more than a branch tasked with supporting the rule of Arinax's descendants. If you intend to place my great-grandchild upon the throne, I'd be utterly honored."

"Cliax and... Jinilya?" Cendra repeated coldly, holding her son close.

The joy on Vixin's lips soured at the voice beside her. "Our legacies shall mix upon the throne. Can you endure the thought, or shall your pride dash father's designs?"

She glanced at her son. Briza's grandson was expected to mate with Xenia's vile blood. Cendra's precious son would one day spill his seed into Vixin's spawn. "Endure?" Once, she would have spit on the floor and stormed out of the room. Now, meeting Vixin's judging gaze, she swallowed her pride. "No. I'd be honored. Jinilya is a... worthy girl."

Utterly surprised, Vixin's firm lips softened.

"As much as your designs benefit me, father, consolidation risks our House," Nafalya noted. "An assassin's blade is all the more effective when only a single descendant lives. The wise choice would be expansion."

Dominax nodded solemnly. "A temporary risk, though one that is necessary. Our power shall consolidate into one being and expand through his pure-blooded descendants. Never should dozens of legitimized Vaids live at once, however, for the power in our veins is far more dangerous than the blade of any assassin. When Vaids clash, the world burns."

As he spoke, Vixin watched a silent war play across Cendra's face. Battles raged upon her stern lips, easing into a silent surrender of acceptance. In astonishment, Vixin's judgment faltered as her sister offered Jinilya a faint smile.

"And if the twins only conceive sons?" Irith questioned. Two young pairs of wide silver eyes turned to meet her, and she offered a reassuring hand on the shoulders of the prince and princess. "I shall love them until my last days, regardless, though the possibility remains."

"Common concerns for common wombs. Vixin's research has proven its worth." Dominax gestured to his daughter, snapping her from solemn thoughts.

Vixin regarded Zela with a comforting smile. "One day, I'll teach you how to will yourself into bearing a daughter. You have far greater control over your body and soul than you know."

As Zela raised a brow, Dominax chuckled. "Our Goddess of Fertility indeed."

"Clin must know the fate of his son," Cendra muttered. "He's served our family well, father."

"We'd hardly be the first House to mate cousin with cousin. Surely Clin and the others shall understand," Vixin added.

"What of the twins?" Irith pulled her children closer. "Is the world ready for the truth of our deeds?" She eyed Vixin and Nafalya. "Disgust may sharpen their blades. I won't risk our family."

Nafalya tilted her head coyly. "You underestimate the population, mother. Curious whispers reach my ear daily. It's a sweet sight when fathers and daughters show their affection in public. When neighbors gossip over what they hear at night, however..." She smirked. "The manipulations of The Sages prove their worth with every new rumor."

"Soon, you'll have to search Domani from house to house to find anyone that considers incest as a vile act. The rest of The Empire shall follow in time," Vixin explained.

Dominax folded his arms. "My advisors shall be informed in time. Let them focus fully upon the coming war. Tomorrow, we'll land upon the shores of a horrid land, and the legion shall claim the jungle like a white flood. Go. Prepare yourselves. House Vaid shall stand united, the architects of their end, and the creators of their beginning."

"The future is settled then," Nafalya said, intrigued as she held Atrix to her breast.

Watching Arinax and Zela share concerned glances, Dominax remembered the vision of his deathbed. That would be his future, his fate. He'd cling to it through the onslaught of Dorian's warnings and doubts, forcing the world to bend until he claimed his desired end. He'd forge Arinax into his worthy heir. If the boy had to be broken and rebuilt, so be it. Their shared descendant, their successor, would be granted a world of peace and order to rule over without question, and powerful blood to defend himself. Only then would Dominax have his rest, Nitri avenged, chaos purged. Only then would his family be secure.

As the group began to divide, Cendra offered a weary nod to Vixin. She returned one of her own, watching her sister depart in silence. As her thoughts clashed, she granted her father a kiss before leaving his chamber, strolling slowly through the ship.

Satisfaction crept onto her pretty lips as Jinilya skipped along at her side. The girl understood little of the monumental gift they had been promised, oblivious to their glorious fate. Despite the prospect of adding her bloodline to that of future God Emperors, however, her joy was eclipsed by the memory of Cendra's acceptance. Resentment clung to her, a dagger in her heart, yet she finally sighed and allowed the blade to loosen.

"Alright, Cendra. Perhaps..."

"Princess," a quiet voice from a passing cabin shattered her thoughts. "Vixin."

Broken from her distractions, she came to a stop and peered into the tiny room. As shadows danced away from the flickering candles in the corridor, the hand of a familiar blond man gestured for her attention. "Lord Clin?"

"A moment," he said in a tone that was hardly more than a whisper.

"Cendra departed before me. If you seek her, she's likely in your-"

Clin shook his head, glancing behind her nervously. "No, I seek you. We must speak. Please, Vixin."

Lips tightening at his insistence, she patted Jinilya's back. "Give your mother and Lord Clin a moment, child. Go on. You know where our quarters are." She waited as the girl shrugged and swiftly departed before meeting the blond man with a burning irritation. "Cendra risks sensing the result of our deed. Now, you'd risk her suspicion by seeking me alone?"

"Only because I can endure no longer." He ran a hand through his hair with gritted teeth while his other held an object wrapped in cloth. "What you did... what we did-"

She held up a hand, keeping her voice low. "Is no longer of any consequence."

"A child lives, Vixin. Our child." Gone was his polite demeanor, meeting her with intense eyes. "You returned with no word of its fate."

Vixin glanced at the door, sealing it. "She lives."

"She?" Clin had never been particularly skillful in concealing his agony. "Where may I find her?"

She glared. "None shall ever find her. The girl's existence threatens everything." The memory of Cendra's nod faded, her hope hanging from a thread.

He bit back the worst of his words. "You'd deny me of my daughter?"

"Your mate needs only to focus upon my spiritual bonds to sense my children. If she concentrates... if she feels the identity of my bastards and senses your part in one..."

"I must see her," Clin interrupted.

Vixin's face offered no argument. "No."

From her birth, she had known the blond man, always serving her father loyally. In all her years, she had never witnessed rage upon his lips, nor heard him shout in anger. Now, she realized she would prefer such hatred, for the defeat in his eyes was a far greater burden.

"Clin..."

"You deceived me. You forced me into your game. Now, you leave me with nothing but guilt."

She stepped closer, defense turning to offense. "I've wronged you, it's true. If you never forgive me, know at least that I never intended-"

"What's her name?" he asked quietly. "You owe me that at least."

Vixin bit her lip. The truth came as a whisper. "Cilith"

Clin merely nodded. He turned away, pacing about the tiny cabin as she watched in silence. When he returned to face her, he offered the wrapped object. "Take it."

Raising a brow, she unwrapped the cloth to reveal a message cylinder in his grasp. He quickly rewrapped it.

"Give it to her." He met Vixin with tired eyes, appearing far older than his years. "Give it to Cilith."

"Clin... I-"

"You know where she is, do you not?" he asked. Receiving a nod, he pressed the cylinder into her hand. "I want to write to her."

"You know that's dangerous."

"Such is the least you can do. If I can never meet her, I'd have her know she's in my thoughts," he said before his tone softened. "Please."

Vixin looked back, ensuring the door was sealed. With a sigh, she nodded. "Very well."

Clin bowed his head, his gaze numb. As he moved to depart, only her voice stopped him.

"You're a good man, Clin." She held the message carefully to her chest. "Forgive me."

Without another word, he left her in the shadows.

44th of Onis, 19 AVE.

Kingdom of Lian, Near Northern Border.

"Magnificent," Dominax grinned. Standing at the bow of The Silver Wind, he watched the colossal trees rising ahead. Towering giants, they lined the distant beaches like silent guardians of an ancient empire.

"I believed I'd never see such sights again," Lalian muttered at his side. He felt Anthara squeeze his hand, her green cheeks pale as she stared into the distance.

Behind, the royal family gathered for a look. The gargantuan trees near the water were the smallest. Deeper inland, they rose like mountains made of dark green leaves, endless, consuming all beneath their dominion.

Anthara held her belly as if it could be stolen. Only Lalian's touch broke her thoughts, turning to meet his lips. "So comes the test of a traitor, I suppose," she said in their native tongue.

"We're the progeny of the jungle. We'll serve it our own way," he replied with a comforting smile. As the beach grew closer and closer, however, his hand began to tremble.

"Prepare the ramps," Dominax commanded. "History swells to meet us. We'll face it with white blades and white shields."

The bows of the fleet crashed into the mud. One by one, ships plowed into the beach until the shore was claimed by countless vessels. Legionaries waited aboard their decks, eyes searching the endless tree line.

Finally, The God Emperor marched down the ramp. His white cloak fluttered behind him, granting his warriors a show as he raised his sword. Stepping onto foreign soil, his blade burned with a raging flame.

A quiet breeze brushed through the leaves. The chirping of distant creatures called out. Commands began to echo, and legionaries wearing white armor poured onto the shore. The tranquility of the beach was shattered by the organized commotion of the legion as they hauled supplies from the depths of their vessels, trampling the mud and scattered flowers beneath their boots.

As Lalian's foot touched land, his lips parted in a silent gasp. For an instant, he was a child. For an instant, he had wings. Taking another step, only stumps remained. He peered up at the towering trees with a scowl. Finally, he'd have his vengeance, and the horrid land of his birth would be remade into something less cruel.

Anthara wanted to fly through the jungle ahead. Instead, she remained at her mate's side, unwilling to risk a mistaken arrow from their allies. Clutching the medallion clasped around her neck, the feel of its gold surface was all that prevented her tears. The traitor was home.

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As the legion prepared to depart the beach, scouts were sent ahead. When they never returned, Dominax stood near the tree line in contemplation.

"They know we're here," Anthara offered.

"Then they know their end has begun." Dominax raised a hand, signaling to his commanders. "Proceed."

There'd be no retreat. There'd be no compromise. As the legion pushed into the jungle, those with shields kept them raised. Those without said a silent prayer to their God Emperor and offered no complaint. Arrows ready, they trampled the vegetation into the mud.

Vibrant plants of every shade spilled around the trunks of colossal trees as they marched. They heard the cries and howls of fleeing animals ahead as their swords hacked paths through the jungle. Vixin brushed aside a hanging vine in disgust, hating the mud coating her feet.

Salduin wiped sweat from his bald head. "I never thought I'd find a place more humid than Vaidrin."

Nearby, Cendra led a line of Privictis Knights at Clin's side. Appearing graceful with long, powerful strides, she fought to keep herself from flinching at every chirp and distant squawk. Her companions watched from behind, matching her strength. She wouldn't fail them, even as every step brought the memory of an arrow buried in Elmia's throat.

Venturing deeper and deeper, they poured through the trees in organized lines, white cloaks dragging in the mud. A woman screamed as a six-legged beast with striped fur lunged from a branch, pulling her to the ground. Spears swiftly cut the bold creature down before nearby legionaries dragged her body to the healers at the rear.

Always watching the branches far overhead, they saw occasional hints of flapping wings leaping from tree to tree. Sunlight poured through the leaves, growing dimmer with every mile.

"Shall we march all the way to Praith without resistance?" Irith asked wearily. Sword ready at her hip, she had placed the children far at the rear, protected with the supply train.

Anthara's silently shook her head.

Hour after hour they marched, cutting down any wildlife too curious or foolish to flee. The trees only seemed to grow larger with every mile, becoming monstrosities that blocked out the sun. The jungle grew darker, illuminated by bioluminescent plants that glowed invitingly. When a slave wandered too close to a flower with petals as large as his body, he was pulled into the hole at its center, enclosed in its hold. By the time a legionary sword carved away the flower, the man's skin had become a foul liquid.

Though the branches blocked the majority of daylight, they were certain the sun was setting beyond the reach of the towering trees. A deeper darkness crept in to consume them, held back when torches were lit. Privictis Knights ignited fire in their hands, appearing like a river of flame weaving around the trunks of gargantuan trees.

After a female commander lost her footing and fell into the den of a predator with fangs as large as her arms, and a man's leg was snapped in two by constructing vines that snuck across their path, Dominax gave the order to set up camp for the night.

Never did they see a Lanthian in full. The day came to an end, blanketed in darkness, their losses solely from nature. The jungle seemed to reject them, culling those unfortunate enough to find its wrath.

Tents were raised as guards surrounded the perimeter, torches burning. Dominax granted their surroundings a final scowl, peering up at the darkness overhead. He could feel them, voyeurs high above, watching them fall. His cloak fluttered as he marched into the command tent.

Inside, he removed his crown. They were closer to home than they had been in Harin, yet he felt as though they had ventured into another world. The sounds of Vaidrin's rainforest had been a familiar comfort, yet the sounds he heard beyond the fabric walls around him were strange, alien, a warning that they didn't belong. He let his sword burn in his grip, ready to cut through the vile jungle until it could no longer resist.

"There's something in the air here, my love. I'll rest easier when we reach Praith," Irith said as she entered. "When you meet an enemy's sword, you know where you stand."

As she assisted in removing his armor, he cupped her chin. "Your rest must be delayed. Tonight, I intend to bring Rosila's firstborn into my designs."

"Tonight? The poor girl must be as weary as the rest of us."

"All the more reason to begin now. Our journey won't become easier," he said. "Summon Vixin and Yisi."

Offering no argument, she blushed. "If you insist. Be gentle with them, yes? I'll visit the children and ensure they're secure."

She departed with a kiss, leaving Dominax to pace as he clasped his hands behind his back. A moment later, his guests were permitted by the guards to enter.

Vixin held Yisi's hand, feeling her companion's grip tighten as they faced their ruler. "You requested our presence, father?"

"Come, my flower." He offered a hand. As his daughter accepted his touch, he chuckled at the scent of her. Already she had cleaned the mud from her skin, decorating herself in pleasant perfumes made of flowers that brought a memory of home. She appeared as if she still resided in The Grand Pyramid, well cared for, rather than a royal leading an invasion. "These strange lands are unpredictable, and I cannot know if tomorrow shall be peaceful or bloody. While the night remains calm, I'd tend to our future." He placed his hands on her hips. "You know what I seek, don't you?"

She felt a tingle at his touch, yet a glance back at Yisi softened her yearning. "Is it time?"

A nod sealed Yisi's fate. "Bring her to me."

Yisi stood frozen, expressionless lips concealing her thoughts while they spoke as if she wasn't in the room. When Vixin turned back to take her hands, she saw the truth in her silver eyes. Long had her duty been delayed. Now, there was no escape.

"We knew this day would come, Yisi. We haven't arrived unprepared." Vixin granted her a gentle kiss. "I'll never leave your side, even tonight. Whatever occurs, I'll be right here with you."

She was guided forward like a reluctant sacrifice to an ancient god. Having dressed in a one-suit to protect her from the jungle humidity, she felt his gaze assessing her svelte curves. Presented before the father she had never known, her chest tightened with unease. "Your holiness."

He caressed her cheek. When she looked away, a finger guided her chin until she met his eyes. "Firstborn of Rosila, you've grown into a beauty that would make your mother proud."

Shivering at his touch, an instinct begged her to flee, while something deeper urged her closer. Instead, she remained frozen, forcing herself to speak. "Thank you."

"Vixin tells me you know of the duty expected of you." He ran his fingers through her black hair, as dark as the night void outside. "I shall make you a mother, my child."

His deep voice brought a flutter to her heart. She concealed the trembling of her lips with a whisper. "Yes, your holiness."

"You're a Sage, child. You know the beauty of lust between kin. Your appearance is truly exquisite, yet my own desires are secondary in this. The child we create tonight holds a far greater importance." His hand ran down her side, skin separated only by the thin fabric of her tight one-suit. "Are you prepared to serve House Vaid?"

She shuddered as he explored, yet the smallest hint of a fire ignited in her eyes. "Say..." She hesitated, knowing the risk of disobedience. As a child, his absence had been an agony. Now that he was within reach, she wouldn't crumble. "Say my name. I'm... not merely Rosila's firstborn."

Intrigued, he allowed her defiance. "Ah, so you aren't. Yisi. I know who you are."

Another flutter inside her chest threatened to break through her emotionless defenses, yet she controlled herself just as she had throughout the entirety of her life. "I'll serve, for Vixin and Jin."

"Good girl." He found the neck of her one-suit, beginning to undress her. As the tight fabric was pulled below her shoulders, her cheeks darkened.

"I'll do it, father," Vixin interrupted. She offered a comforting smile to her nervous mate. "By all rights, I deserve to present her."

"Very well." He watched as she slowly resumed his work, revealing Yisi's modest chest. Two pink nipples greeted him, young and flawless, stirring his cravings. As he cupped her breasts softly, her eyes widened as his thumbs brushed the small buds on display. "Perfection."

Yisi felt as if her heart would burst, blushing with embarrassment. Long had she desired his embrace. Long had she accepted she'd receive nothing. Now, the intimacy of his caresses was nearly too much to endure. Only Vixin's presence kept her from melting into his arms, from weeping, from spitting in his face with hatred. The smallest hint of a moan eased from her lips, revealing nothing of the war inside her.

"Ah yes, despise me. Such is your right, Yisi." His silver eyes offered no escape, peering through her flesh and into her soul.

"Your holiness, I..." She stopped herself. A denial of the truth was pointless. As Vixin undressed her down to her hips, she felt entirely naked under his insidious inspection.

"You believe I've abandoned you." He watched as the one-suit lowered further, revealing the sweet valley between her smooth thighs. Chuckling with satisfaction, he caressed her bare hips, pulling her closer. "You've long been in my thoughts."

Such a claim could never be enough. She wanted to punch his royal jaw, knowing it'd be her end. She wanted to press closer, her tone quivering despite her efforts. "Truly?"

"Countless of my children roam these lands, their faces and names unknown to me. Here you stand, a vital asset in my designs." Holding her close to his chest, his lips pressed to her ear. "Never were you forgotten."

The clash Vixin sensed inside her mate made her wince, desiring to comfort the girl. Instead, she could do little but serve their father, beginning to remove his one-suit next as Yisi's suit was discarded to the floor.

As Dominax was undressed, Yisi watched quietly. Her eyes grew wide as his manhood was revealed, hanging heavily before her.

"Come, Yisi. It's time." He offered a hand. She hesitated, damp eyes filled with a silent rage behind tight lips. When she finally accepted his grasp, she was led to the bed.

Heart racing, she was guided onto her back upon the soft sheets, legs held together. Powerful hands touched her knees, carefully forcing them apart until her beauty was presented to his hungry sight. Entirely exposed, she looked away, feeling a hand explore her thigh.

"Allow me to prepare her," Vixin requested. Claiming her place at her father's side, she undressed to join them in their natural state before kissing Yisi's leg. "This beautiful act deserves patience."

Yisi covered her mouth, concealing a whimper as Vixin's tongue licked up her inner thigh. When nimble royal fingers found her sex, she moaned as they teased her sensitive folds.

Dominax permitted his daughter between the girl's parted thighs, moving behind to caress Vixin's rump. Soft skin glided beneath his fingertips, feeling his manhood hardening.

"I love you, Yisi," Vixin said before licking her fingers, tasting the result of her experienced touch. She moved forward to claim what was rightfully hers, a tongue meeting pink lower lips.

Yisi was unable to bite back her moan. Exposed, vulnerable, and blushing beneath the gaze of the father she had been denied of, she nearly wished she could cease to exist, safe from his judgment. Instead, his grin taunted her, more than pleased with what he saw.

"I've chosen well. Such a flawless specimen," he chuckled, watching Yisi endure. Holding Vixin's hips, he began to rub his manhood against her rump.

"Enter me, father," Vixin muttered, pulling away from her mate's loins for only an instant. "Wet yourself with my juices. Please."

The need in her voice was all he required. Bent over, she presented herself, inviting him inside with a wiggle of her rear. As he lined his tip with his daughter's aching labia, he felt her damp lust. With a push of his hips, he sank inside of her, forcing a deep groan from her occupied mouth as he claimed her.

Internal muscles tightened, as if lovingly milking the cock that had created her. Dominax began to thrust, his fingers digging into soft skin with every exquisite movement.

The sight ignited a fire inside Yisi she hadn't expected, for never had she been jealous of her mate's carnal pleasures. Now, as she watched Vixin moan, receiving the cock of the father the princess had never been a stranger to, she bit her lip as envy boiled in her belly. Every wet slap of her mate's rump against The God Emperor's waist stirred something she didn't understand inside her, squeezing her thighs around Vixin's head.

"The future of The Empire shall be determined... ahh... by our actions tonight." Dominax savored the feeling of his daughter's body. "When all branches of House Vaid consolidate into one... ahh... our shared descendant shall require a mate. The blood of outsiders shall never again dilute our House. Your bloodline, Yisi, forged this night... ahh... shall provide a future God Emperor his mate!"

She squeezed her legs tighter together, stunned by his revelation. "My... child?"

"She'll be but the first, the beginning... ahh... of a pure line." His harsh handling made Vixin wince. "I sense your power, child."

Moaning at her lover's tongue as it played between her labia, Yisi's shame burned anew. "I... have very little..."

"You're merely untrained... ahh... untested. Your potential writhes in your veins, your womb, unused. Our child... ahh... shall be extraordinary."

Yisi bit back a moan of uncertainty. Never had she cared to have a child. Never had her dreams been ambitious. She wanted to ride on her lixidion, to sail, to grow Lanthian wings and fly away. Now, her father offered a gift any would crave, yet her descendants would be chained to a throne.

Vixin moaned with every thrust, her lust dripping down her thighs. Every ounce of her willpower was required to pull her tongue away, yet Yisi was more than ready. "She's... yours..."

Sliding his cock from his princess, it ached with an instant yearning to return to her warmth. Soaked in her juices, it held a greater duty than mere pleasure. Vixin mounted the bed with her father, claiming a place at the girl's side as Dominax moved between Yisi's parted legs.

Caressing up her thigh, he heard a faint squeak as his finger brushed between her lower lips to feel her wetness. Her body ached for his touch, her heart racing. Looking to Vixin with fear, she received a comforting kiss.

"Banish your fear," Vixin insisted, taking her hand. She touched the tattoo upon her palm, the symbol that sealed their love. Her other hand glided down to find her mate's vagina, parting her drenched labia with two fingers. "Be gentle, father."

As he rubbed his shaft against her loins, Yisi's breaths quickened. She felt the juices of her lover coating her lower lips. There was no escaping her fate. There was no going back. As he began to push inside, she cried out, knowing he'd make her a mother.

Dominax groaned, savoring her exquisite tightness as he entered his daughter, his blood, his offspring.

Vixin gasped with lust at the sight, feeling Yisi squeeze her hand with every ounce of her strength. A jealous arousal flickered to life as she watched his cock gliding deep into her girl, reaching her body's limit. "Yisi..."

"My father's cock is inside me," Yisi thought to herself in disbelief, her thighs trembling at the feeling of his size. "My father..."

Her world shattered, collapsing, feeling his tip pressing firmly against her cervix. She had yearned for his fatherly embrace. Instead, she received his lust.

Rocking his hips, Dominax watched her squirm, struggling to endure his size as her delicate vagina was stretched. It was a simple thing to make her cry out, easily reaching painful depths, and he forced himself to move with a slow, gentle rhythm.

A dampness returned to her eyes as emotion threatened to overtake her. Years of holding everything back saved her. She held onto Vixin as if the princess was her only hope, her refuge, her strength, fighting the conflicting swirl inside her. She wanted to cut his throat, to ride away and never be seen again. She wanted to melt beneath him, forever holding his satisfied attention. "Never were you forgotten," his words echoed in her memory, a torture she couldn't survive.

"My child, my Yisi," he whispered into her ear, grinning deviously. "You are all I had hoped you'd become."

She whimpered, finally permitting a moan. With every thrust, her pain lessened, replaced by an ache that needed him deeper.

Vixin held her mate's flat midriff, almost able to feel the shape of their father's cock inside. The yearning between her own thighs demanded attention, else she'd lose her mind. A hand found her dripping wetness, rubbing herself until she squirmed at Yisi's side. "Breed her... ahh... make her a mother..."

Dominax gently bit his lover's neck, making her whine. "You'll birth my daughter. You'll birth the final part of my design," he moaned in her ear. "A pure line, one that shall never... ahh... be tainted. Tell me, how must I maintain your line's purity... ahh... without other males?"

Yisi could only whimper.

"My seed shall claim our daughter. My seed shall breed our granddaughter," he said, his deep voice dripping with ambition as his hips rocked. "Every generation, every new womb, continuing the line until I deliver a mate of unquestioned power to birth new heirs for House Vaid."

Eyes widening once more, Yisi writhed beneath him. Utterly at his mercy, she could do little to stop him, nor was she certain she wanted to. Would her daughter have a father? Her granddaughter? Or were they simply fertile tools to bring forth his plans? "N... no..."

"Yes, Yisi." He claimed her lips, tasting her for the first time. She froze at his kiss, her heart ready to burst, only to roll her eyes back in surrender.

Vixin's loins tingled at the madness of his desires, the utter taboo of his cravings driving her towards her limit. "That's... you're..." She cried out as she found her finish, squirting as she listened to their wet thrusts.

His touch, his smell, his taste, everything coaxed long buried emotions to the surface as Yisi dared to wrap her arms around him. As his fingers glided through her silky hair to hold her close, she felt safe in his arms, a feeling she recoiled from with fear. "He only requires your womb," she told herself. "Grant him a daughter, and his interest shall vanish once more."

Once more he forced their lips together, shattering her thoughts. His other hand explored her tight body, finding her breast, a soft mound of perky young flesh. He felt the result of his seed, assessing the body he had sired.

A teasing finger rubbed her nipple, ready to nurture her father's baby. When her instincts fought to hold back her emotions, his experienced touch coaxed it forth, as if she was little more than a toy.

Vixin's finger circled her own clit, obsessing over the sight beside her. Yisi was her love, her girl, her mate, yet her father was claiming the sweet tightness between her soft thighs. She should be enraged at his handling as he made slow, deep thrusts, yet her jealousy was an exquisite delicacy she couldn't deny. "Cum with me... Yisi..."

"Yes, go on. My daughters... ahh... deserves their pleasure," Dominax commanded.

"Daughter?" Yisi's back arched, enduring her bliss until she could hold back no longer.

"Never were you forgotten."

Yisi's eyes rolled back, holding onto her father tightly as his thrusts forced her into a climax of blinding pleasure. She was unable to hold back her cries, joined by Vixin's own.

Dominax reached over, sliding his hand between his princess's legs. Working to coax her orgasm for as long as possible, he chuckled as she squirted heavily, drenching the sheets beneath.

Pleasuring his two girls, his blood, Dominax quickened his pace. He sensed Yisi's womb, fertile and young, ready for his incestuous seed as Vixin pressed closer to her mate.

"Your mother was quite valuable to me," he said into Yisi's ear. "She'd be proud to see you now... ahh... easily outmatching her own delectable beauty. You may feel what she experienced... ahh... when I bred her."

Moaning, Yisi felt her throat tighten, the last barriers protecting her crumbling quickly.

"Cum inside of her... father!" Vixin begged. "Make her a mother!"

Dominax nodded, his thrusts offering no mercy. "Your power lingers, hidden... ahh... neglected, yet stronger than most. I'll give you a child. I'll give you... ahh... a legacy."

"Y... yes..." Yisi finally muttered. The dampness in her eyes was building beyond her control until they trickled down her cheek. She no longer wanted to fight. She squeezed him tighter, knowing he'd slip away when the sun rose, yet still she clung to his affection.

"Get her pregnant!" Vixin cried out as Dominax's fingers worked inside of her. Yisi had become a mother to Jin. If she must bear a child of her own, Vixin would do the same. "Grant Jinilya a sister!"

Hips pumping, his finish grew closer and closer. With a final hard thrust deep into her tight body, he unleashed his seed into his fertile daughter with a groan that dripped with satisfaction.

Yisi felt his warmth flooding her loins, closing her eyes as she cried out in orgasmic bliss once more. "Daddy..." The word came as little more than a squeak, a final surrender, a sound she never imagined she'd make.

Vixin kissed her neck, awed by the sight of her mate being bred. "Yisi... oohhh..."

Pump after pump after pump, he drained the future of House Vaid into her alluring body. History was sealed twice in a single day, for as they breathed the air of a strange land, his seed claimed her womb.

***

Lying together, still wrapped in each other's grasp an hour later, Yisi remained nestled between the bodies of her lovers. The warmth oozing from her loins was a satisfaction second to the bliss of The God Emperor's hold, feeling protected with his arm around her.

Vixin's hand remained upon her mate's belly, sensing her womb. "Just like that, Yisi." She had guided her to concentrate, willing her body and soul to conceive a female. Kissing the girl's cheek, she tasted the remnants of her tears, guilt prodding at her chest. "I'm proud of you, my love."

Yisi closed her eyes. She knew the moment couldn't last, savoring the feeling of her father's protection for as long as she'd be permitted. Though her doubts remained, masked behind her tight lips as she pondered the future of her descendants, she allowed her mind to ease for the first time in far too long.

Her peace ended at the sound of a scream.

Swiftly rushing to his feet, Dominax heard cries of pain call out around the command tent. An arrow tore through the fabric ceiling, embedding itself in the ground. "Under the bed. Now."

Making a move to join his side before feeling Yisi's pull at her arm, Vixin reluctantly obeyed his command. Holding her bondmate close as they found shelter, she heard the thud of an arrow striking above them.

Retrieving only his sword, The God Emperor tore through the fabric entrance, stepping out into the humid night. Legionaries scurried for cover around him, stepping around bleeding bodies with arrows lodged in their flesh.

Arrows zipped through the air from the darkness high above them. Archers hurried to fire back, shooting blindly as others were struck down.

Scowling with fury, a thrust of Dominax's sword hurled an arcing ball of fire into the branches far above. The light of his flame revealed dozens of green wings fluttering out of its path.

Protecting themselves behind shields and wooden crates, legionaries watched their naked God Emperor erupt crackling electricity from his sword into the sky. Charred wings fell from overhead, while the light of his lightning stole the cover of darkness from their enemy. Archers seized the moment, loosing arrow after arrow as his electricity tore through the air in vicious webs. Winged women high above shrieked before their bodies tumbled through the branches.

A Privictis Knight hurried from a nearby tent, throwing balls of fire. Others shot up throughout the camp as Clin's Order proved their worth, their power bursting into showers of flame that ignited nearby trees.

A horrid horn sounded above them, and within moments, the storm of arrows ceased.

Surrounded by the moans of dying men and women, Dominax grabbed the chestplate of a legionary and pulled the man to meet his glowing gaze. "Tell every Commander you can find to gather what they can from the dead. We're pressing forward."

A burning branch collapsed upon a nearby tent as the man hurried to obey. Dominax peered up at the blazing sky with a scowl.

"Go on. Test us. It won't prevent your end."