Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 03

Dominax looked at the carvings of the once great man as he spoke. "Yes, you could bide your time until Histia makes their move, even as we are both aware of their superior numbers. Or rather, you could utilize the required boost offered by my people to defeat The Zilrinians, which will in turn allow you to overcome the Histians. There is no other logical option."

The older Chief pondered the statement for several seconds, before finally offering his answer. "You make an intriguing point, Chief Dominax, as I'm inclined to agree. Yet before I do, I must make a request. If I am to allow you to set out with my warriors, I'd like for my son Fildir to accompany you. The boy must learn what it means to command men in battle."

"That shouldn't be a problem." Dominax replied before holding out his hand towards the sitting Chief with a cunning grin. "Do we have an agreement?"

Korvis stood up from his throne, moving cautiously as if his legs would break. Without hesitation he grabbed the outstretched hand, pulling him close in a traditional gesture of comradery. "Ah we do, my new friend. I shall prepare my warriors to depart in a day or two!"

The onlookers who had paid attention to the meeting appeared to be pleased, while the rest of the loud gathering simply continued their respective conversations.

Korvis gestured for a nearby male slave, who dutifully approached the throne before the Chief spoke. "Gather my daughters, as our fine guests shall be treated with Omrin hospitality!"

As the slave left the room in a hurry, Dominax gave a questioning look to his host.

"Ah, come Dominax. You and your companions are free to stay in the main hold until you depart." He said, leading them from the crowded throne room. They passed through a nearby hallway that took them into the wooden extension of the building, before turning down a smaller corridor that held six doors before ending abruptly. "These are the guest quarters. Simply make a request and my slaves will do their best to fulfill it!"

"Your generosity is appreciated, Chief Korvis." Clin stated, bowing slightly.

"I trust that you three are capable of deciding on your own sleeping arrangements, though this room is for Dominax." Korvis explained as he gestured to the nearest room on the right. "There is a surprise waiting for you, as I'm sure it'll help cement our agreement. In any case, I must return to my throne."

The four warriors watched as the overweight Chief left them alone before Hesin spoke up. "Do you really feel that we can trust him to keep his word? I'm sure Chief Manith wouldn't mind compensating Korvis if he were to hand us over."

Dominax stroked his short black beard before shaking his head. "No, I don't believe Korvis would attempt something so bold while we remain in such close proximity. In his prime perhaps, though no longer. However, there is work to be done."

The three warriors looked at him in question, as he hadn't yet informed them of his plan.

"In the days preceding our departure, we must use this opportunity to gauge Omrin's defenses. It is likely that Korvis will retaliate when he realizes that we have no intention of handing over Zilrin." Dominax explained. He'd have to conceal the plans to conquer Omrin until they had proven themselves to be trustworthy, though they would still be able to unknowingly aid in the attack.

"It may be wise to assess Omrin's defenses in that case, focusing on where his spare guards will be placed in the absence of the bulk of his warriors." Salduin added in a low voice, cautious of eavesdroppers. The wooden walls were thin, though their conversation was kept to a minimum volume.

Dominax grinned insidiously, pleased with the large man's response. "Just the suggestion I was about to propose. Yet while you see to that, Clin will speak to the common people. Talk to them and attempt to see where the majority of their loyalties will lay in the event of an invasion. As for Hesin, you must focus on their physical defenses. Poke around their walls and seek any vulnerabilities."

Both Salduin and Hesin appeared satisfied with their tasks, though Clin seemed to be concerned. "An invasion? Of what sort?"

"I'd only like to limit the possible casualties in the event of a conflict. If we must take Omrin, I'd prefer to know what the population's response would be. Understand?" Dominax asked in a calm tone.

"I suppose. If it's possible to limit the amount of deaths in such a situation, I'll gladly do my best." Clin answered.

Hesin subtly bit his lip in anger as he listened to the blonde man's words, though he didn't respond. Dominax ignored the man's barely concealed anger and simply nodded his head in satisfaction. "Very well, you all know your orders. We shall speak more on this later."

As he dismissed them, they all separated to find their sleeping quarters. Dominax entered the room that had been assigned to him, opening the sturdy wooden door. Inside he was surprised to find it occupied by a group of five young girls and one male.

"Ah Master Dominax, please come, make yourself at home." The male of the group requested as Dominax recognized him to be the slave from the throne room. Completely bald and wearing only a loincloth, the skinny man was slightly paler than the girls he stood next to.

Closing the door behind him as he stepped into the room, Dominax eyed the girls in curiosity.

"Allow me to introduce you to the Chief's daughters! As his guest, he has generously allowed you to spend the night with one of your choosing." The slave stated with excessive eagerness.

Clearly the 'gift' that Korvis had mentioned, Dominax began to study the girl's as they remained in a line in the center of the small room. Though each had varying facial features, the sibling similarities between them were undeniable. All quite attractive, they had brown hair cut in various braids and styles while they all wore thin skirts that matched the color of their father's, displaying their soft thighs with alluring intentions. Only a thin strip of cloth concealed their breasts, as was common among the Lower Human Basin.

To see their beauty brought great relief to Dominax, as he would be required to choose one regardless of their collective looks. To display the desire to sleep with a man's daughter directly complimented said man's reproductive quality, though reversely, refusing an opportunity to lay with a daughter would be taken as a deep insult. Yet as Dominax carefully studied the waiting females one in particular caught his eye. Second from the right she was no less alluring than her sisters, though her physical features were not what set her apart. Rather, he glimpsed raw intelligence in her eyes, as opposed to the subservient expressions of her counterparts.

"You." Dominax stated plainly, nodding in the girl's direction. Her brunette hair fell in long curls that reached her exposed navel, sporting subtle abs. Several inches shorter than him, she couldn't be more than eighteen years old, yet the cunning in her gaze practically yearned with unknown aspirations that he could only guess stretched far beyond the life of an obedient daughter. He'd need only to coax them out of her.

"Very good, my lord." The bald slave responded with a quick bow. He then turned to the other girls. "Come, we shall grant them privacy."

As they made their way through the exit, Dominax was left alone with his 'gift'. Taking a step forward he watched her curious expression. "And your name is?"

"Dunith, my lord." The girl responded without hesitation. Her voice was light, though a small grin tugged at the sides of her soft lips. "I will do my best to please you."

"Oh, I have no doubt of that." Dominax replied as she closed the distance between them. "You are quite alluring, yet I wonder..." He began, cupping her chin in a gentle grip. "Would you still be in this room if granted the choice?"

When his hand left her chin, she wasted little time in removing both his cloak and chest plate, placing each down carefully on a nearby shelf as she replied "Of course, Chief Dominax. It is an honor to serve you."

"An honor? Yes, of that I am certain. However, I get the sense that there may be other desires in that gorgeous head of yours." He stated, studying her carefully as she returned to him and set about removing his black tunic. As his athletic form was exposed her gaze was drawn down to his thick manhood, causing her eyes to subtly widen with concealed intrigue.

"Desires, my lord?" She replied as she lifted her eyes to meet his, the faintest hint of redness rising in her pretty cheeks. "I don't take your meaning..."

Reaching around to untie her cloth top with meticulous slowness, Dominax allowed the thin covering to tumble to the wood floor as her firm breasts were freed. Similarly sized as Xenia's, they were just as firm and youthful. "Desires...Dunith. What drives a sweet daughter of a Chief?"

Biting her lip as his strong hands caressed the sides of her young breasts, she felt his fingers wrap under her round mounds as he held their perky weight. "I..I'm not quite..."

Sensing his arousal increasing, he heard her voice trail off as he moved to slide his fingers down her waist until they met her hips. Yet taking the band of her greenish skirt in his grasp, it took little effort to force the revealing outfit to slide down her feminine legs. The sight of her hairless pussy stirred his lust, coaxing it forth. "Ah, it'd be a shame if such an exquisite body was content with her place."

The young woman faintly bit her soft lip in mutual desire as her body remained at the mercy of his gaze. She granted him a calculated shrug before meeting his eyes with her own. The response revealed everything he needed to know. She'd be his.

With a gesture to the nearby bed, he allowed her to lead him by the arm across the room, pulling him gently onto the less than luxurious sheets that consisted mostly of green-dyed fabrics.

Maneuvering behind her as they both lay on their sides Dominax pulled her close to him, pressing his growing erection against the underside of her soft rump. With his lips nearly touching her ear he began to whisper. "Has Korvis's sweet daughter ever dreamed of ruling Omrin, I wonder?"

Feeling his hard manhood against her bare asscheeks forced a barely concealed groan from her parted lips. "Perhaps, my lord..." she answered, pushing backwards just enough to slip his length between her soft thighs. "Though my father has already selected my brother as his heir."

The sensation of her womanly legs brought his erection to full fruition, feeling the soft warmth of her fertile body. "Ah...but that wasn't my question."

Moving her thighs back and forth Dunith caressed and massaged his cock with subtle movements as she chose her words carefully. "The...thought has entered my mind, my lord."

Wishing to indulge in her pleasurable touch further, Dominax moved his hips with deliberate slowness as he began thrusting between her thighs. "Rightfully so..." He whispered into her ears, holding onto her hips for leverage. "Yet if the opportunity arose...would you seize it?"

"I..ahh..how, my lord?"

Dominax lightly bit her neck, forcing a moan from her young mouth. "Through me..."

With her lust reaching its apex she lifted her leg to grant him full access to her waiting loins, reaching down to line his shaft with her labia. "That's quite a bold claim..."

Wishing to wait no longer, he pushed his hips forwards. With her assistance his manhood slipped inside with ease, forcing a groan from Dunith at his size. Their mutual arousal allowed him to continue rocking his hips with little time wasted, thrusting both slowly and deeply into her young pussy.

She offered no resistance as he grabbed her raised leg, holding it as his cock moved in and out. To be used by one of her father's guests was far from uncommon, yet the genuine attraction she felt towards Dominax allowed her to accept his length with eager bliss.

"Bold..ahh..yet true." He retorted as he enjoyed her tightness. "You need only..ahh..to pledge yourself to me."

"Oh?" She asked, pushing back against him in rhythm with his thrusts. "Gods...you're big...though that's..not enough."

"Through loyalty...ahh...I shall make you the heir...ahh...to Omrin..." he moaned, steadily rocking his hips. Pleasure trickled through his shaft with each movement, desiring nothing more than to spill his potent seed.

Groaning with lust she reached up to touch his face, feeling his short beard. "I'm almost afraid..oohh..to ask how..."

"You needn't..ahh..betray your father. Simply accept the mantle when..ahh..the time comes..."

The idea clearly appealed to her as her hips merely urged him to continue his thrusts. Each pushed deep into her tight body, filling her completely. "I'd do so..oohh..happily, my lord...yet what is..ahh..the price?"

Dominax grinned in satisfaction at her intelligence. He had chosen well.

Pushing himself up into a kneeling position he held her leg as he rammed into her pussy, retaining her on her side. His speed steadily increased, thrusting continuously with primal desire.

Placing her hands on her breasts she rolled her head back in ecstasy, gleefully enjoying every inch of his shaft. "Ooohhh...gods..."

"You'd rule Omrin..ahh..under my command!" He finally answered, roughly pushing his hips into her spread legs. "Under my crown!"

Lightly tweaking her sensitive nipples, Dunith could only cry out in bliss as her young pussy was roughly pounded. Though she had served her father loyally, the possibility of claiming his throne ignited a spark of desire deep inside of her.

"Pledge yourself..aaahhh..to me, and you shall rule!" He exclaimed with passion, stoking the flames of her ambition.

"Ooohhh gods...my lord..."Dunith moaned, her body rocking along with nearly the entire bed. "I..I've wished..ahh..for such an opportunity..."

"Good..." he nearly groaned, forcefully slamming into her over and over as his pleasure steadily climbed.

"I...I..." she started, only to be consumed by their violent fucking. Enthralled by his passion and strength, she couldn't force herself to warn him to pull out, cautious of her precarious proximity to her ovulation. Yet did she even want him to?

Every thrust into her gorgeous young body was ecstasy, flooding him with the primal desire to breed. Having already knocked up two women, Dominax held no doubt that he'd be able to achieve a third.

The thought of his child sitting on Omrin's throne fueled his desire, his balls aching to mate. He cared little if their passionate cries could be overheard through the wooden walls, of which the possibility was almost certain. Perhaps they'd even reach Korvis's ears, not knowing that the blissful cries of his daughter would be his downfall.

Dunith's brown curls draped over her pretty face, becoming wild and unkempt as her body was used for Dominax's enjoyment. She turned her head to look up at him with passion, as if urging him on.

Groaning loudly, he felt himself reach the point of no return. The pre-orgasmic sensitivity claimed his cock, forcing him to grit his teeth. In his short life he had found no greater feeling than climaxing raw inside of a fertile vagina. As such, after only a few quick thrusts through his heightened pleasure, he pushed as deeply as he could manage before unleashing bursts of potent sperm.

The Chief's daughter could only cry out in surprised satisfaction as she felt his seed pour into her tight body, knowing she was fertile and ready.

Their loins locked together, he filled her tight womanhood as he held tightly onto her raised leg. Only when his pleasure began to slowly fade did he release his grip, panting as he joined her on his back.

Together they remained, quietly recovering until Dunith broke the silence. "M..my lord...I..."

Placing his hand on her flat belly, he merely closed his eyes with a grin. "Worry not, you shall be taken care of if you fall pregnant."

The statement only caused her eyes to fix onto him as she turned to face him. Opening her mouth, she seemed to pause to rethink her next words before replying. "Did you...speak the truth when you...said those things?"

Dominax nodded, not bothering to face her as he basked in the afterglow of their mating. "I did. If you're agreeable, simply wait and continue on as normal. The opportunity to replace your brother as heir will arise, and you need only to seize it."

Tightening her lips imperceptibly as her quick mind processed the implications, she made no argument. Rather, she turned back over onto her back and moved her hand over her womb, unsure of her future.

***

19th of Twic, 5 BVE.

Dril Tundra, City of Shai.

The cold breeze ran across Varse's bald head as he stared out at the snow-covered City of Shai, the heart of the Shai Domain. From his high vantage point atop the Citadel, he watched as thousands of fellow Dril went about their daily lives, traversing the many roads and pathways of the dark stone city.

Yet the nearly freezing temperatures did nothing to affect him, protected by his species' black blood. Red eyed and skin as light as the surrounding snow, Varse was nearly in a trance as he pondered the implications of what was about to occur in mere minutes. Even the hard wind that he had grown so accustomed to did nothing to reclaim his attention as it pulled at his robe and short cape.

"Ah, our future Potentate! How pleasant to find you up here." A voice announced from behind, interrupting his thoughts.

Recognizing the voice of Representative Sinshi of Clan Irsi, he turned around to face the approaching man. Just as Varse typically wore a robe of his Clan's colors, black and orange, Sinshi's flowing outfit consisted of White and green. Though similarly bald and with the pointed ears of their mutual species, the slightly older Dril appeared somewhat plump in his elaborately decorated robe. Both men proudly displayed the symbols of their clans in the form of detailed tattoos that ran over the left side of their heads.

"I'm sure it must be nice for you to look out across our vast capital from such a height." Sinshi continued as he joined Varse at the edge of the flat roof, protected from the steep fall by a waist high barrier. "Do buildings of more than two floors even exist back in Ishtai?"

"You know they do." Varse replied coldly as he returned his gaze outwards. "Though reach the purpose of this conversation quickly, as I wish to have a moment of peace before the ceremony."

Sinshi presented a thin smile, placing his hand on Varse's shoulder. "So serious, you should learn to accept an innocent joke. Especially one from someone who holds the fate of your reign's success."

Varse turned his attention fully to the older Dril, rotating to meet his red eyes with his own as he brushed his arm away. "I was elected fairly, Sinshi. The Council will vote on my decisions, not you solely."

"Ah but it wouldn't hurt to have friends on the Council, would it? Much could be accomplished through cooperation."

Varse clenched his jaw as he contained his harsh words, knowing exactly what the older Dril wished to accomplish. In theory, all members of the Dril species were equal, though in practice the truth was far more complicated. Individuals such as Sinshi summoned substantial ire in Varse, as he knew that the man only sought the betterment of Clan Irsi and himself rather than the Shai Domain as a whole. Yet...the representative was far from alone on The Shai Council. "The 'friendship' you offer is tainted, as I know of the personal palace you've built near Nelzarshi. Shall I assume that the whispers regarding you 'utilizing' Council funds are incorrect?"