Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 95

Vaid Empire: Conquest is a massive fantasy series that aims to mix erotica with the quality of a published novel. New chapters and artwork are released every month for free, with the completely optional possibility to receive early access on the official Vaid Empire Website. The Series focuses heavily on worldbuilding, story, and characters.

The world of Ayphieal is shattered and chaotic, with kingdoms and tribes of six distinctive races vying for territory amongst themselves. It is only when a young human warrior finally pushes back against the chaos that the world begins to shift towards order.

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15th of Twic, 19 AVE.

Kingdom of Lian, Praith.

Praith had fallen, yet there was much to do.

In the wake of The Miarch's shaming, The God Emperor had wasted little time in handing out as many orders as there were warriors in the legion to fulfill them. Humans in white cloaks swarmed about the city, securing every building and dwelling. Occasional shouts of conflict echoed through the streets where small groups sought to resist, yet outnumbered and disorganized, the fight within much of the population had died with The Miarch's pride.

Everyone seemed to have a purpose. Dominax, his eldest daughters, Clin, Salduin, and Prince Fonax set about commanding the legion. Irith saw about securing a temporary home for her family, while King Galis scurried off with his servants to do the same. Slaves began to haul supplies from their former camp, constructing lifts to bring heavy crates from the ground far below.

Indeed, everyone had a purpose. Everyone except Lalian, it seemed. Unable to fight, nor lead the legion, his only use was to assist in providing designs to construct the lifts. It was a simple thing, having long considered such designs before ever boarding The Silver Wind. After granting orders on which wood should be utilized for construction, dividing his workforce, and supervising long enough to ensure they were capable of the task, he found himself strolling through the city, unneeded for the moment.

Wandering back to the throne platform, he decided to see about securing his own quarters before he glimpsed a slave approaching Priarch Alinan's body. Left untouched where he had fallen, a ring of legionaries had been placed on guard around the corpse. Lalian heard the slave beg, his Lanthian words going unheeded. When the slave grew frustrated and tried to push his way through in desperation, he was rewarded with the blunt end of a spear to his stomach before being shoved hard to the ground.

"Your quarters," Lalian reminded himself. As the slave tried to reach the body once more, receiving the same punishment, Lalian couldn't help but approach.

The slave shouted curses the humans couldn't understand. Older, perhaps in his fifth decade, the slave had lost his wings long ago, his golden collar leaving a faint indent upon his neck. Despite his age, he was quite muscular, albeit only Lalian's height.

"W... what is your aim?" Lalian asked in his native tongue.

The slave regarded him with the scowl he had seen all too frequently during his short time in Praith, never meeting his eyes. "I need to get through."

"Yes, I see that." Lalian watched him rise once more. The crack of a spear against bone made him wince, and he raised a hand when the guard sought another strike for good measure. Returning to the imperial tongue was as simple as breathing when he stepped towards the guard. "Let him through."

Even here, in the lands of the Lanthians, the guard's gaze regarded him as one of their own. "My Lord, The God Emperor has tasked us with keeping vandals from the corpse while he attends to other matters."

"Indeed." Lalian tapped his chin. He peered down at the slave, watching the man clutch at a bleeding jaw. "Who was this... ah, Alinan to you? An enemy or friend?"

The slave spit green blood at his feet. "My brother."

"Lanthians have no brothers. The statistical likelihood of you both being sired by-"

"He was my brother," the slave nearly growled. "Your master butchered him. Now he denies me the right to tend to his corpse."

Lalian hesitated. Eying the man's collar, feeling his own neck itch, he returned his attention to the guard. "I know The God Emperor well. He surely seeks to grant The Priarch a burial befitting a worthy being." He gestured to the slave. "L... let him through. This man will do no harm, and if his holiness is displeased, I shall bear the blame."

The guard shifted uncomfortably. "The God Emperor commanded-"

"Y... you were tasked with keeping vandals from the body," Lalian interrupted, finding his voice. "This man is not a vandal."

A silence lingered before the guard grumbled something under his breath before stepping aside. "As you wish, my Lord."

The slave didn't wait for Lalian's command. He stomped past the guard, eyes never leaving the corpse. The stains of green blood remained a reminder of the duel, sticky beneath his feet as he knelt beside Alinan's body. A hand closed the fallen Priarch's eyes, concealing the ruins resting in scorched sockets by The God Emperor's power. A silent prayer eased from the slave's lips, a final goodbye.

Lalian stood at his side, fiddling with his fingers as he once again found himself out of place. He needed to wander away or break the silence. He chose the latter. "W... what's your name?"

The kneeling man regarded him with the same scowl as before, yet the disgust upon his lips had eased. A shrug relinquished his defiance, followed by a sigh. "Kinaran. What of it?"

"Kinaran, y... your brother fought bravely," Lalian said, uncertain how else to comfort the man. The golden collar reminded him of the medallion around his own neck, a possible fate kneeling before him.

"He fought. He died. That's all we can do." Kinaran stared at the wounds carved through the corpse's flesh. "Your master took his life, yet Alinan was a Priarch once. None shall ever take that from him."

Lalian bit his lip, disquieted by the sight. "The God Emperor offered him mercy. Now... now we'll grant you all the freedom you deserve."

The slave scoffed. "What do men like us know of freedom? Still you serve a master."

Feeling his cheeks darken, Lalian shook his head. "I... I chose to serve The God Emperor. I aid a man I may be proud of."

"As did I." Kinaran touched Alinan's chest, closing his eyes. When they opened, his face hardened. "He did much to improve the lives of Praith's slaves. Your master claims to seek the same."

Lalian straightened. "He shall. On my word, I know he shall."

"Alinan didn't believe so. Maybe you'll all prove him wrong. Maybe not. Either way, I have a feeling the blood of countless Lanthians shall spill before you move on, slaves and mistresses alike." Kinaran took the corpse's arm, trying to lift it. "We didn't choose our fate when we were born, and we didn't choose this conquest. I'll merely hope the result is worth the blood." Carefully hoisting the corpse onto his shoulder, enduring the weight of dead flesh without complaint as the guards turned to regard him with ready weapons, he nodded. "Now, shall my new masters permit me the mercy of burning my brother, or must I fall fighting as well?"

Pondering, Lalian finally waved a hand. "L... let him pass. The God Emperor seeks to honor a worthy being, and so this man shall." Something about the sight urged him to help, attempting to lift a limb before it was yanked away. "May I assist you?"

The scowl remained, though it appeared fainter now as Kinaran shook his grim head. "This is my burden to bear. Yours shall be greater anyways. Watch us bleed the same green that runs through your veins, and when your master is done, pray that it was worth it."

Lalian watched the man go with heavy steps, carrying the fallen Priarch. For a moment he didn't want to find his own quarters. For a moment he wanted to be far away, safe in Domani.

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The air was less humid near the treetops, yet as Anthara took her first step upon Praith's walkways in many years, she found her surroundings suffocating.

Much of the city had changed in her absence. Constantly repairing, rebuilding, and sometimes expanding, the countless buildings were an ever-changing sea. Even still, she recognized remnants of her childhood as she walked hesitantly through the streets, surrounded by guards.

"A son," she thought to herself, caressing her pregnancy. "You'll bear a son in Praith. Such is the fate deserved for a traitor."

The eyes of the population were a torture that nearly made her retreat. They regarded her with astonishment, disbelief, and above all, disgust. A Lanthian walked among humans in a conquered city. If they could cut her throat, she knew they'd offer no hesitation.

Only the touch of her medallion aided her strength. Clutching it, she avoided the judgment of her fellow Lanthians, gaze cast downward. Only when passing familiar paths did she dare to glance up, seeing occasional dwellings in which she had made her homes long ago. Communal, all citizens shared their dwellings, swapping houses and rooms to fit the needs of the population. The first building in which she lived as a young woman had evidently collapsed, for more than half of the structure had been rebuilt with new wood.

"A son," the thought echoed once more as a group of slaves made way for her escort. Without the conquest, her offspring would've been among them, locked in chastity as he was forced to serve mistress after mistress. How many had served her? How many had she used and discarded? How many went to sleep at night with memories of her cruel handling, as Lalian did of his own former mistresses? A sinking feeling formed in the pit of her stomach as they stared. The years had made most strangers, unable to recognize a single face in a sea of green features. Such was her only mercy.

The guards brought her to the center of the city, watching the cacophony of legionaries scurrying about their duties. When she saw Lalian leaning against the wooden railing of the throne platform, peering at the ground far below, she hurried to his side as the guards spread out to join the labors of their companions.

A kiss caught her mate by surprise. Flustered, he stuttered before she wrapped him in a tight embrace. "We've come to the vilest place in all of Ayphieal," she whispered.

"My... my love..." His thoughts seemed scrambled, rushing to reorganize. "Apologies, I forgot to find our sleeping quarters. If you'll g... give me a moment to-"

"You never forget, Lalian." She took his hands, her misgivings calming at his touch.

Lalian took an uneasy breath. "It's merely been a strange... terrible day. Forgive me." He seemed to hold back a storm of words, reconsidered, and sighed. "We seek to improve their lives, do we not?"

"Of course." Such words were all she had to cling to. "Else you should have cut my throat all those years ago."

Lalian took little comfort in her words. Instead, he reached to hold the swell of her belly, easing his shoulders. "At the very least, we'll build a future for him."

Anthara grimaced at the irony. A daughter would've walked freely into any Lanthian city. A son would only thrive in these lands after the conquest had freed them all.

However awful at reading the emotions of others, even Lalian couldn't miss the agony upon her lips. "He... he'll be strong, you know. He won't be like..." Lalian shrugged before gesturing to himself. "He won't be like me."

Caressing his cheek, Anthara met his lips. "Foolish Lalian, one should be honored for a child of your intelligence." She rested her forehead against his. "I merely don't want to look upon our son and see the faces of those I've wronged."

"Do you see them when you look upon me?"

She shook her head. "No longer."

He took her hand, holding it to her belly. "T... then there's nothing to fear."

She could almost laugh at the simple statement. Instead, she held her bondmate close, savoring their child together.

A son." She closed her eyes. "So be it."

20th of Twic, 19 AVE.

Kingdom of Lian, Praith.

Victory. There was no other word for the satisfaction Nafalya felt.

The burial chamber had become all too familiar as she and her fellow Truthseekers maintained their hold upon Praith's most sacred site. Barricaded inside, the entrance reinforced by legionary shields, each day passed slowly as the city outside was gradually pacified and secured. She refused to waste a moment, however. She sparred with her companions, meditated, exercised, coaxed her powers in careful displays of electricity to test her control. Hardly did she rest until necessary, ever improving her skills.

They had hauled the fallen Lanthian guards from the chamber on the first day, avoiding their smell. When the ancient corpses began to stink on the fourth day as the thin layer of Saitha protecting their skin finally faltered, Hesin gave the command to dump them back into their burial pits to soak.

Only on the fifth day was she summoned. As the guards outside the entrance passed along a message cylinder sealed by The God Emperor himself, Hesin chuckled behind his mask before tossing it to his apprentice. "Your daddy seeks your presence, it seems."

She concealed her excitement behind her own mask. When she grasped his forearm to offer a temporary goodbye, she pressed her forehead to his, offering a silent affection in the presence of the others.

"Savor this day," he said softly before she turned to depart. "You've earned it."

Permitted through the barricade, she navigated the city with quick strides, eager to face her father. She found the world falling into the darkness of night as the sun dipped below the horizon, denying her the sight of Praith in daylight but for the hints of the surrounding structures she had seen through the barricade. Even still, it was a curious feeling to walk the streets when she had only crept beneath them, able to step fully into the strange world of Lanthian civilization.

The legionaries patrolling the streets to enforce The God Emperor's strict curfew regarded her with interest. No longer did they see an imperial princess, bowing before her as if she was a precious child that required protection. Now they saw only an elite assassin of The Empire, keeping out of her way with fear in their eyes. Never did that stop them from looking, of course, sneaking glances when they thought she wasn't aware. They were wrong. Always did they study her body first, curious eyes running up her legs, her outfit doing little to conceal what they sought. When they glanced at her mask, she sensed their lusts turn to a silent disquiet.

She didn't need to go far. The message had been clear, a command to find her father's new quarters in the former Miarch's dwelling. Ever one to be near her throne, Evari had chosen a home near the central platform. Nafalya regarded the ring of guards outside the dwelling, studying the building. The ruler of the city hadn't been excused from the communal nature of her population, it seemed, for her dwelling was no larger than the surrounding homes. The only decorations to distinguish it had been by The God Emperor's hand, for massive white banners bearing the crescent moon of House Vaid hung from the rooftops to dominate much of the front walls.

It'd be a simple thing to approach the guards and reveal her identity. Instead, she sought to make a discreet entrance. After spotting a lopsided window on the second floor, she crept in a wide arc around the surrounding guards to climb the tree the building was nestled against from the other side. Maneuvering around the colossal trunk to reach the roof, she climbed down to pry open the rickety shutters before slipping inside without a sound.

Finding herself inside a small room, she moved out into a hallway, finding herself alone, mindful of her steps to avoid the creaking of worn floorboards. She could sense her father nearby, his soul reaching out to her, knowing she was inside. Testing several rooms, discovering nothing, she found her target inside the chamber at the rear of the short hallway. Opening the door, she was met with the purple glow of candles arranged in a circle in the center of the room, finding her father's waiting grin.

"Your security requires improvement," she said as a greeting, already settling on plans to secure the building.

Dominax summoned her with open arms. Armorless, he stood wearing only his one-suit and cloak, The Sword of Order at his hip. She accepted her reward without complaint, held tightly in his embrace. "You served me well, my flower. I'm pleased to see you unharmed."

The words were impersonal at first, his voice deep, yet she sensed his affection all the same.

He pulled back to cup her chin, removing her mask to study her pretty features before meeting her lips. "You're my little Goddess of Death after all."

His whisper quickened her heart, bringing a dampness between her legs as she heard the pride in his tone. "The price of The God Emperor's trust was a city. I seized it."

A low chuckle oozed from his lips. "So you did, my flower. Consider yourself worthy of my ear." He watched her blush, sensing her desire. His hand crept down her side, pulling her dagger from her belt. "A blade fit for an assassin, yet not quite for a princess of House Vaid."

She watched him step back, gesturing to the ring of candles. Purple light danced across his imposing features, illuminating the walls of solid wood around them. Much of the house had been constructed of planks against the massive tree, yet the chamber they stood in had been carved inside the trunk itself, alive and ancient. She stepped into the circle.

"A component is missing. Undress." He began to remove his one-suit. When he stood bare before her, she blushed with curiosity. "Your sister Cendra was the first to forge a weapon for herself. Now, you'll do the same." He pulled back her hood. "There is no place for clothing in this ritual, for nothing shall conceal us from the other. Meet me in your natural state."

She offered no resistance as he began to remove her robes. Her top fell first, discarded to the floor as purple light danced across her breasts. She unclasped her own belt, relinquishing the flowing skirt hanging from her hips. When her father's fingers found the strings holding her thong, the final strip of thin fabric concealing her, she bit her lip as he slid it down her legs. Naked beneath his gaze, she watched him inhale, as if savoring the sweet scent of the lust between her thighs.

Aching for his touch, she obeyed a command to sit. Crossing her legs, she mirrored his position opposite from her. The Sword of Order was placed across his lap, her long dagger in her own.

"Close your eyes. Focus upon my soul. I've emptied the building of all others, for no guard nor slave may disturb us." Silver eyes eased shut. "For the moment, only we exist."

Following his guidance, she concentrated, opening her mind and senses to meet his. Slowly, she felt a low hum echoing from The Sword of Order, able to see the glowing orb in its crossguard without her sight. It seemed to speak to her, whispering in a language she couldn't understand. Humming, tingling, it reached out, pressing her soul closer to her father's than ever before, wrapping around father and daughter.

Their souls touched, intermingling, minds dancing. Never did she open her eyes, knowing they were but two bodies sitting in the ordinary world, silent. In the ethereal realm, however, they dueled.

She saw the truth of him in full, his soul a blinding sun of power. Her own was on display. Her father had witnessed every inch of her naked body, yet never had she felt more exposed than now, his gaze peering through her spiritual form.

Their spiritual bond called to her, souls held together. She focused on their shared blood, her own soul merely a piece of her father's. Their familial connection seemed to stir the orb, its humming shifting ever so slightly.

Dominax guided her with mental commands, wordlessly instructing her to match his precise fluctuations in power as their minds interacted with the orb. Obeying, she felt it resist them, its defiance melting against their concentration as their shared bond molded its form.

The sensation of their familial bond felt natural, a primal urge to savor her own kin, feeling the dampness between her thighs increasing. As the orb began to bend to their shared will, she felt a tickle of pleasure inside her soul, holding no place in the physical realm. The sensation began to spread through her entire being, the sensation of their connection driving her mind into a deep bliss.

A moan escaped her lips as she felt the fabric of reality bending around the orb. Father and daughter molded it together, pulling, splitting its will in two. When it tore, her breath caught as pleasure seized her body in orgasmic ecstasy. Mind flaring with a blinding climax, clenching, she felt the new orb rip through reality, pouring into her white dagger without moving. It filled the internal tunnels lining the slender blade, her bliss unending.

As if her soul itself was cumming, rather than her body, she felt ethereal vaginal lips contract and release, quivering, fluttering, uncertain if such parts even existed, or if her mind fought to center her otherworldly pleasure into something familiar and knowable. Every caress of her soul felt sharper than a hand gliding over her skin, as if electricity danced across the surface of her being.

Enduring the longest orgasm she had ever experienced, it held her mind as her body trembled, sensing a new consciousness resting inside her blade, as unknowable as the original orb that still sat in The Sword of Order, untouched.

When her climax finally broke and her mind spiraled back to reality, her eyes fluttered as she found herself on her back. Rising to prop herself up with quivering arms, she felt her juices soaking her thighs, peering at her father. His manhood stood firm, his own pleasure a mirror of his daughter's, yet he remained upright in a display of his firm control. When his glowing silver eyes flashed open to regard her, a vicious grin curled his lips.

"Claim your blade. Show me the power we've wrought."

Fighting to recover before gripping the hilt, she raised the dagger. Concentrating, sensing the orb inside the white steel, she watched as electricity crept up the slender blade with a curious awe.

Satisfied, The God Emperor's chuckle echoed off the walls as he crept closer, their lips meeting once more.

Her body burned as she held the blade, as if seized by an arousal that had built over hours, days, years, or perhaps decades. The tender ache between her thighs deepened with the remnants of her orgasm pulsating inside, craving more.

His offspring's body called to him, demanding his touch. His manhood hung with a rigid hardness, throbbing with the need to enter her.

Wordlessly, she eased onto her back, legs spreading in an invitation. Every second without his touch was a torture. The scent of her juices was intoxicating, familiar, his daughter's vagina soaking for his cock. He claimed his rightful place between her soft thighs, a hand running along feminine skin before sliding himself inside.

A shared moan of utter need echoed off the carved walls of wood, father and daughter meeting once more with a single exquisite push. His tip glided into her deepest depths, her cunny perfectly designed for his cock.

Her breath seized from the intensity of his thrust, gasping when she was able to whisper. "Father..." She felt him pressing hard against her cervix, primal pleasure pulsating deep inside her loins. The tension within her womanhood eased as he began to move. No other act felt as natural, every thrust coaxing her very nature itself. Kin sought kin, satisfying an instinct resting in the very core of her being.

"Cum, my flower," he commanded with a whisper into her ear, rocking his hips. "My daughter deserves every ecstasy... ahh... she may endure..."

Her desire was consuming, inescapable, choking her. Dominated beneath his pounding thrusts, silver eyes rolled back as she was forced over her limit once more. A gasping moan escaped her. Trembling thighs wrapped to squeeze him, as if never wanting to be free of his cock. When her orgasm eased, her desire became a manageable tingle that ached in her loins with every movement, and she was able to relax and bask in her pleasure rather than be consumed in its squeezing grip. Her cunny grew tender, sensitive and aching around his cock.

He returned to a kneeling position, holding her hips as he continued to thrust. Nafalya lounged on her back, a satisfied goddess, silver eyes meeting silver. Her arms rested above her head, still gripping the hilt of her dagger as electricity began to dance in tiny arcs up the blade. Two powerful Vaids remained locked together in pleasure that echoed through the fabric of reality, their minds teasing the new orb as it lightly pulsed, hidden inside white steel.

Every inch of her body was a lure. His hand caressed her midriff, obsessing over her form as he felt her subtle abs. "Utterly... ahh... flawless."

She savored his praise with a pleasured smirk, lips parting subtly as she endured every delectable thrust. Sensual eyes knew how best to taunt him. Only the gaze of his little flower could hold sway over The God Emperor without a punishment.

Another presence was with them, a tiny mind resting inside her womb. Dominax sensed their unborn child, her pregnancy mere days old. His fingers tingled as they dragged across her ultrasoft skin. She was his. Souls bound together, his seed had sired her gorgeous body. His blood ran through her veins. His child grew inside her. There was no inch of her he didn't hold a claim to. There was no part of her that stemmed from a stranger. It was as if he looked into a mirror, savoring a female version of himself.

Long black hair as dark as the night sky lay unfurled beneath her. Hands moving, he obsessed over the feminine shape of her powerful thighs, deadly from training. The childbearing hips of his offspring had lured his interest whenever she passed by. Her breasts offered a light jiggle after every thrust, heavy yet firm.

"Grant me your ear... your secrets... your... ahh... trust," she nearly begged, her pleasured voice smooth and soothing. "None may serve you... ahh... better..."

A deep chuckle trickled from his lips as he remained engrossed by her tantalizing body. "A flower... ahh... grows in my shade. There is much... ahh... I'll reveal in time."

Satisfied, Nafalya moaned. She knew better than to overstep. As his fingers crept down to find her waiting clit, she offered a chuckle of her own to mirror her father's before parting her lips in bliss.

An ache throbbed throughout his cock, enveloped in the tightness of her magnificent body. If no ordinary woman could rival the perfection of his offspring, certainly no sensation could hope to stand against her pretty vagina. A delicate clit surrendered to his touch. Skilled fingers forced her back to arch. He sought to make his daughter squirm, to cum, to grant her the ecstasy she was entitled to.

Rocking her hips in response, she felt her body tightening. The tension in her loins gathered with every moment beneath his expert skill, amused at the knowledge that countless women had fallen to her father's cock. The dagger sparked as she squeezed the hilt. Silver eyes closed in preparation. A low groan bled from her lips, feminine muscles clenching, toes curling in anticipation.

A final moment, a final thrust, a final flick, and her tension erupted. A moan ripped from her throat as a blinding flash of euphoria flared from between her legs, pouring exquisite relief throughout every limb. She held the hilt of her dagger as if clinging to reality, hips bucking, eyes rolling back.

The pleasure of his daughter was nearly as satisfying as his own. He sensed her orgasm rippling through reality. He watched her body tremble. His offspring deserved to cum.

Arinax was the heir to his throne, yet Nafalya was an heir to his bloodline. He felt the vagina that would birth many of his descendants clenching around his cock. Pushing hard against her cervix, he felt the entrance of the womb he had created, already pregnant. He had bred his own child.

A quiver ran through her body as she recovered. Her silver gaze fluttered. Every limb tingled with a deep relaxation, falling momentarily limp.

He leaned over to bite her lip, tasting her, his lust unquenched. "Rise." Three orgasms she had been granted. Three ecstasies. Now it was time for his own, and he sought to fulfill a temptation he had considered every time his gaze found the pair of alluring mounds decorating her chest.

Gathering her strength, she maneuvered to kneel before him. Her legs lightly trembled, yet she wouldn't be defeated so easily. When her father required her service, she obeyed without complaint.

Dominax caressed the cheek of his princess before cupping her breasts, assessing their womanly weight. Round and perky, they were larger than either of her older sisters'. Neither too large nor anywhere near too small, they were an ideal size, coaxing his thoughts.

"Come." He'd grant her a new experience. Lying down, he guided her between his legs, maneuvering her chest to rest against his manhood. Eager to utilize the perfect mounds he had sired, he watched surprise become a sensual curiosity in her gaze as he pushed his shaft between her breasts.

Holding her mounds together at his command, she watched his trapped cock glide up and down, nestled in soft flesh. Without her belt, her dagger had nowhere to go but the floor, yet she refused to disrespect her greatest prize. Instead, she carefully bit the blade, holding it between her teeth with a dangerous grin.

The sensation of her chest was exhilarating, taboo, a father savoring his daughter's flawless body. Soft yet firm, he glided easily, rocking his hips until she took initiative and began to move her chest instead. Though far from the intensity of her loins, Dominax savored every stroke, claiming more of his little flower.

Nafalya sought to satisfy him, moving in a slow rhythm. The knowledge that her own vaginal juices lubricated his gliding cock brought a tingle of amusement to her loins, still enduring the delectable aftermath of her climaxes.

Joining her hands in holding her breasts, he brushed a thumb over her pink nipple. Long had her breasts taunted him. Long had pride flavored his desire whenever she caught his eye. All men should be proud of their daughter's desirability. He, however, would taste all his offspring could offer.

Nafalya's breasts were similar in size to Irith's, inheriting the mounds Dominax had long enjoyed. His Concubine Empress was a great beauty, yet somehow Nafalya surpassed her mother's breasts, perfected by his divine blood, as all his offspring seemed to be. No Vaidspawn he had encountered had been anything less than gorgeous, taking the best traits of their mothers to mix with his own to forge immaculate bodies fit for gods and goddesses. Of course, they had to be kept below House Vaid, denied of his silver eyes.

He moaned, soft flesh caressing his cock. Never would Nafalya's breasts sag nor droop. Never would she endure the cruel effects of aging ordinary beings must face. Her beauty was eternal, a delectable sculpture, a masterful artwork of his seed.

Every movement guided by her hands sent a tingle down his shaft, as if caressed between two firm cushions. Her deadly smirk remained hungry, eager to milk his seed.

Once more he brushed her nipple, knowing it had nurtured his grandson. Ambition danced in his eyes, his breeding project ensured.

His loins began to clench, testicles tightening, eager to paint his offspring's beautiful features. Loyalty danced in her gaze. She was his little flower, his shadow, the mother of his grandson. "My... ahh... Goddess of Death..."

Muscles preparing, the soft flesh massaging his shaft proved too much. An ache turned to blinding pleasure running up his cock, seizing his body in the tight grip of an orgasm. Nafalya released a satisfied purr as the tip began to spit thick ropes of viscous seed across her pretty face.

Gritting teeth endured his pleasure, hips pushing upward. His daughter seemed to know his desires, pulling away to allow his cock to paint her breasts. Second after second sent gushing sperm squirting heavily to coat her chest until he finally broke from his excruciating bliss.

Straightening to kneel, she let his seed ooze down her breasts and chin, dripping, obsessing in the feeling of her father's cum. Viscous white liquid nearly seemed to glow as it ran over the blade held between her teeth, tasting what she had earned.

A seductive goddess was before him, drinking in the sight of her painted form. His cock twitched with the final remnants of his finish, basking in the utter satisfaction resting in his loins.

Nafalya took the blade from her mouth. It was only fitting that it had been covered, having been forged by their bond. A finger ran slowly across the top of her breast to feel his seed before she maneuvered to lie beside her father. Dominax pressed her close to his side, an arm around her.

She cared little who served between her legs. Most, however, would find a dagger in their neck should they dare to embrace her in such a way afterwards. Only The God Emperor and Hesin had earned the privilege. As she easily stomached her father's affection, feeling safe in his hold, she quickly banished a flare of emotion. "Curious."

Resting together, they watched the purple light flicker upon the carved ceiling. Generations of Lanthians had no doubt inhabited this chamber, never knowing a father would one day pleasure his daughter in this very spot.

"Hainath and Tempian," Dominax said to shatter the silence. When she offered a seeking glance, he smirked at her drenched features. "You sought my trust before my advisors. There it lies. The cities of Hainath and Tempian shall be our next targets."

Nafalya bit her lip. She'd rather toss herself to the jungle ground below than endure words of love after their pleasure. Instead, he granted her much more. "None shall hear it from my lips," she whispered, feeling her throat tighten.

"Then know the full of it." Dominax caressed her breast, massaging his seed around her nipple. "We'll pacify Praith, forging it into a stronghold from which we can spread out. Only then shall our forces be parted into thirds. Our family shall remain in Praith to retain control over our only hold, while an army shall be sent to claim Hainath to reinforce our supply lines, and another to Tempian to push deeper into Lanthian territory. If they succeed, we shall move on to The Capital of Lian and make certain the Lanthians understand that we are here to stay." He pulled her thigh to drape across his waist, enjoying the feeling of her form against his. "Hear it from my lips first. When the time is right, we'll meet with my advisors to discuss the specifics."

The valley between her legs was drenched from her pleasure. When she heard the trust in his tone, she started to drip further. "Yes, father."

A hand found the source of her juices. His lips found hers. As a finger easily slipped inside, his cock twitched, already preparing to meet her soaking depths once more.

"Come, then. Once more before I send you to your mother." He pulled her atop him. "She has not gone an hour without pestering for word of your wellbeing."

As Nafalya dreaded the barrage of embraces and affection she'd soon face, her thoughts melted away as his cock parted her lower lips, gliding inside where it belonged.

24th of Twic, 19 AVE.

Kingdom of Lian, Praith.

The jungle chirped with life as the pair of princesses strolled through the city. Cendra marched with her hands clasped behind her back, straightened with pride. Vixin's hips swayed, granting coy smiles to the many who couldn't help but look.

"How can one possibly defend a city from below and above?" Cendra asked, her stern lips tightening. "I'll be glad when we're rid of this place."

"No more than I," Vixin replied, though she suspected their reasons lay far apart. Fanning herself, she felt the humidity wetting her pristine skin. The rainforests of Vaidrin experienced scorching hot days, of course, yet the jungle offered no mercy. Where one could enjoy the cool rain of a tropical storm in Domani, Praith's rain felt sticky and warm. She longed for home, yet above all, she longed for the baths of The Grand Pyramid.

They passed the incubation temple. Dozens of legionaries guarded within and without, holding the eggs waiting inside hostage. At first, angry mobs of female citizens had offered furious protests, throwing anything they could find at the guards. After days of receiving swift and brutal retaliation, however, few so much as offered a scowl and harsh Lanthian words as they passed, fearful of punishment.

Citizens walked carefully as they went about their business, going to and from the few areas they were permitted to visit. Legionaries marched in carefully planned patrols, maintaining order.

"As harsh as it was, father was right to punish The Miarch." Cendra nodded towards a passing group of Lanthian warriors, keeping their heads down as they passed. The escort of Privictis Knights around the princesses never sheathed their blades. "They're broken."

"Our task becomes simpler, then." Vixin studied a group of passing legionaries, making note of their defenses and patrols.

It had been Irith's idea, of course. "Accompany Cendra as she performs her daily assessments of our defense. It'll do you both some good to spend time together," she had instructed. When their father had added his approval, there was no room to argue.

As they went about their duties, Vixin rested a hand upon her belly, her pregnancy now visible.

Cendra glanced at her hand. She swallowed silently a moment later, as if her words were caught in her throat. "I never told you." The statement hung in the air. When Vixin glanced over, Cendra supposed she had to continue. "I never said thank you for aiding us with Kunir."

"Well?" Vixin concealed a smirk, savoring her sister's discomfort.

"Well..." Cendra cleared her throat. "Thank you. The man is very dear to Clin. It would've been a distasteful loss of talent to see him leave The Order." Once more she glanced at Vixin's pregnancy. "Though to be truthful, your method of convincing him to remain was rather... ah, well, I suppose it did the job."

Vixin let a silence persist before speaking up. "So long as we're being truthful, tell me something." She met her eyes with a challenge. "You're still sour about Cliax and Jinilya's arrangement, aren't you?"

"I've offered nothing but my support."

"Yet your body tells a different story. Even now, I sensed your muscles tensing when I mentioned their union."

Cendra chewed on her lip. She had promised to mend the rift between them, hadn't she? The truth was a start. "I suppose I find the thought... difficult at times. The traitor's blood-" She stopped herself, blushing. "Apologies. Xenia's blood runs through the girl's veins."

"Jin is not my mother." Vixin frowned.

"No, of course not." Cendra sighed. "And neither are you. Forgive me. I merely require time."

"I've granted you much already," Vixin replied, her tone smooth, finding she could offer little hate. "Though I suppose your verbal support of the match is far more than I'd have received years ago."

Embarrassment touched Cendra's cheeks. Her tight lips softened. "Apologies, Vixin." She waited for a group of Lanthian slaves to pass, destined for the mines, before speaking once more. "He's my only child."

Vixin could almost laugh at that, instead offering a coy smirk. "We both know that isn't true."

Flustered, Cendra looked ahead. "My only child of consequence, then. My golden prince."

"And Jin is mine." Vixin's tone grew quieter. "She is my legacy. I'd rather her aunt not despise her for crimes she had no hand in."

"Despise?" Cendra whirled on her heel, bringing the group of Knights to a stop. "Of course I don't despise her!"

"Yet my mother-"

She silenced her sister with a hand. "I'm not so foolish as to repeat the mistake I seek to correct. Jinilya is a beautiful girl, worthy of Cliax's seed. Xenia is not. The fault lies not with the girl, and I shall merely endure granting my mother's killer the satisfaction of seeing her bloodline join with mine."

Vixin fought the urge to smile, weary of hope. "Can you? Endure?"

Cendra nodded with determination. "I meant every word when I claimed I'd be honored to have Cliax breed Jinilya. I intend to see their union materialize."

Finally, Vixin smiled. "Thank you."

Resuming their walk, Cendra was surprised when Vixin took her arm. Staring with disbelief, her panic calmed when her sister glanced over and shrugged, offering a chuckle. Savoring the sisterly touch she had lacked for too long, Cendra's prideful march eased into an easy stroll.

"If we're still being truthful, I suppose I'm grateful in a way," Cendra said after a long moment. "Jinilya is indeed growing into a beautiful girl, of course, yet the power I sense in her is astonishing. When she's ready to receive Cliax's seed, our grandchild shall be fearsome."

Vixin blushed. "Hence why father decided to breed them, I suspect."

Cendra nodded with a smile, only to narrow her eyes as she focused. "Hold a moment." Peering around, she gently separated from Vixin's hold before gesturing towards a small dwelling nearby. "Come."

Confused, Vixin opened her senses as she followed, feeling hints of pleasure rippling from ahead.

Reaching the tiny building, Cendra pressed her ear to the wood, features growing stern as she confirmed her suspicions. Stepping back, she came forth with a powerful kick that shattered the flimsy door into splinters.

Vixin peered inside from behind, meeting the sight of a human Knight atop a Lanthian female. Expecting the worst, she was both relieved and surprised to see the woman instinctually cling to the man upon their unannounced entrance, rather than beg for help. Still wearing his armor, the Knight peered back in terror at the sight of Cendra, his cock still buried deep inside the naked Lanthian, mutual pleasure evident upon their cheeks.

Cendra grabbed the man by his white cloak, yanking him to his feet. The woman attempted to cover herself, shouting angry words in her native tongue before Cendra's deadly glare silenced her. She shoved the Knight against the wall. "Have you lost your wits? Have I not instructed you all to avoid the temptation of the population?"

His cock hung between them, rigid, twitching. "Your majesty... she... she lured me to-"

"Only three nights ago, Knight Banix was lured between the legs of a Lanthian, only to find her dagger ready to meet his back when he was finished. He's lucky to have only lost two fingers fighting her off." Cendra reached down, flicking his cock. "Think with your head, not... this."

The young man winced, yet his manhood only seemed to stiffen. "But she... she loves me. I-"

The back of Cendra's soft hand silenced him with a smack. "Fool! You can't understand each other's tongues." When he opened his mouth in protest, her raised hand stopped his words. She pressed closer. "I didn't waste my time training you to have a dagger cut you down. Report to High Peacekeeper Clin. If you can't heed my commands, you'll spend the next two months in a chastity cage for your own good."

Horrified, his protests were held back only by the threat in her silver eyes. Gritting his teeth, he bowed when she released him. "Yes... your majesty."

As the young man scurried off, Cendra regarded the Lanthian. Though a hand concealed her loins, remnants of the Knight's seed lay between and on her thighs. This hadn't been the first time their loins had met this day. "Enjoy the pregnancy. I hope you were seeking a hybrid in your belly."

Unable to understand her words, the woman offered a confused expression as Cendra stepped outside.

Vixin waited. When her sister joined her once more, they met each other's gaze. A moment later, Cendra's stern expression fell as she began to chuckle, and the sisters quietly laughed together.

"Your Knights have inherited father's libido, it seems." Vixin smiled when they were finished. "Chastity is a cruel punishment for a man with such vast needs."

"It's the only way he'll learn." Cendra ventured to take Vixin's arm once more, finding her willing. They walked together, grinning. "I won't allow our bastard siblings to perish so foolishly."

Vixin nodded. "Agreed. Blood matters."

26th of Twic, 19 AVE.

Kingdom of Lian, Near Northern Border.

Salik hated the waves crashing against the hull of his bloated ship. He hated the warm wind blowing across the deck. His blood called out for cold snow, yet the vessel ventured towards the heat of the jungle.

The gargantuan trees of Lanthian shores stood tall in the distance as they approached. He regarded them silently from the eye holes of his helmet as his companions gathered upon the deck.

A former merchant vessel, commandeered after its former captain found a dagger in his back after refusing to sell for what Salik considered a reasonable price, the wide, heavy ship moved slowly through the rolling waves. The sunlight rippled upon the water, white upon a deeper blue than even the rarest of gems.

Turning, Salik studied the agents of Shai under his command. All Lanthians within the group stood in a line, dressed in the collars and loincloths of typical slaves, relinquishing their dark clothing for gold. Stepping forth, Ynisa lifted the gilded fabric of the nearest Lanthian, finding the scars where their testicles had been removed before escaping slavery long ago.

"They'll blend nicely," she reported stiffly. Holding the gentle swell of her pregnant belly, she avoided his eyes.

Nodding, Salik dismissed them without a word. Turning to face the bow of the ship, he watched as the distant beach grew closer. Having sailed in a wide arch around the legion ships littering the northern coast, disguised as a merchant vessel sailing for the human city of Valia, they sought to land upon unguarded shores.

Having received word from agents nestled among the legion that The God Emperor had made his encampment near the Lanthian city of Praith, the plan was a simple one. They'd infiltrate the city, watching from the surrounding trees. The Lanthians of their group would disguise themselves among the population, observing and listening for any word of the legion's movements.

The Potentate had commanded them to cease the conquest. Until Salik received an opportunity to take the life of The God Emperor himself, they'd strike from the shadows, interfering in any way they could.

As the trees loomed ahead, Salik closed his red eyes, pondering his mother's face. He'd slay the man he had trained to kill. He'd earn his reward.

"I'll know your name. I'll know if you live or rot," he thought to himself. The truth of his father had been a gift that brought him no peace. Perhaps the next would be different. "I'll know if you're out there waiting for me, mother."