Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 06

Granted the largest of The Main Hold's few rooms, second only to Kixanil's itself, Dominax hadn't yet managed to fall asleep before the sound of a subtle knock tapped on the heavy door.

Taking an animal skin from atop the bed and wrapping it around his nude waist, he reignited a nearby candle through the use of his palm. Then, opening the door with caution, he couldn't help but loose a sinister grin as the faint light flickered over Wros's striped skin.

"May I enter, my lord?" She requested in a hushed tone, hardly loud enough to be heard even in the still silence that permeated through the stone building.

Without a word he gestured for her to enter, sealing the door behind her before moving to light several more candles to illuminate the room. As he did so, he noted that her eyes refused to leave his hands and he summoned short bursts of flame from his palms.

"What brings you here in the dead of night, Arkos?" He asked in a firm voice, cautious of her intentions. Were she to attack without warning, he felt certain that he'd end her before she'd even reach him.

"I wished to speak to our new High-Chief, my lord." She explained, moving to a set of crudely carved chairs opposite of the bed. Aside from her heavily exotic accent she had clearly grown quite accustomed to her master's language, possessing an elegance that even many native speakers lacked. "One cannot skip an opportunity to meet their master's master, yes?"

Rotating the chair to face her, Dominax leaned back as he assessed the strange Arkos, peering into her bright eyes in an attempt to refrain from glancing at her exposed body. There would be time for that later in any case. "Yet you chose to find me in the dead of night. Is it safe to assume that Kixanil is unaware that you are here?"

With a gentle nod, she folded her hands in her lap, unconsciously concealing her most intimate area. "Correct, my lord. I am saddened to say that such a meeting would not be approved by my master. He grants me permission to move about The Main Hold of my own free will, though beyond these walls he remains quite restrictive. To speak to you without his presence would be unthinkable."

"And yet you came." He replied, maintaining his subtle grin. "An odd decision for one with such a controlling master. The man clearly takes great value in possessing you."

A smirk of her own crept onto her pretty face and he began to realize that, in spite of her soft tone, she clearly had a far more confident side lurking just beneath. "Yes, he has taken no other lover since acquiring me, and I suspect that his bond with me stems deeper than a simple attraction."

"Ah, I see. It is quite odd for a man of his position to take only a single concubine. Were we to live in the northern kingdoms and follow their traditions, I suspect he'd make you his bondmate. Though I must admit, I am curious as to how he acquired you in the first place. The Wandering Desert is far from Luxi."

Wros granted him a knowing nod, leaning back slightly in her chair as she somewhat relaxed. "I know the journey all too well. My lord, you sit across from nothing short of a true Arkos."

Dominax waited for her to continue, uncertain of her meaning.

"Not one of the pompous Lords of The Kingdom of Narok, but rather, a true nomad of Wonakaros." She added, shedding more of her gentle facade as she spoke of her homeland.

The statement caused Dominax's silver eyes to widen imperceptibly, recognizing the name from tales brought to Nitri by traders. "If what you say is true, then surely you've lived atop a...Wonik, are they called?" He asked, recalling descriptions of the bizarrely massive creatures said to carry entire villages on their backs

"Wonaks, my lord." She corrected, nearly beaming at the mention of the word. "Though yes. To see one again...to view a Wonak trudging through the black sand..." she continued, visibly excited as her clasped hands lightly squirmed in her lap. "I may never encounter one again though I shall shed any sadness regarding my capture, for I fell as an Arkos should, raiding Narok. They captured me and sold me into slavery."

Though not expecting her lack of regret or anger at her enslavement, Dominax reached over and placed a comforting hand on her smooth thigh. "Quite a unique life for an inhabitant of The Human Basin."

Her smirk only seemed to widen at his sudden touch, though she made no move to reject or accept his advances. Rather, she simply unclasped her hands and moved them to rest on her legs, parting them just enough to once again expose her most intimate area. "So it seems, my lord. Though life as a concubine holds its own benefits."

"You feel that you are being treated well?" He asked, feeling her soft grey skin as he lightly caressed her thigh under his fingers. "I've only known Kixanil a short time, yet any insight into his nature would be valuable."

Releasing the faintest hint of a breath from his touch, Wros playfully looked away as if in thought. "He is a good man, my lord. Controlling, though honest. I...can only find fault in his other aspects."

"Oh? Such as?" He asked, sliding his hand less than an inch closer to the alluring valley between her nude legs.

Turning to meet his eyes once again, she moved her hand to gently place it atop his exploring digits, biting her lip and allowing her tail to curl around the leg of the chair. "He is...adequate in our...private moments. Yet..."

"Go on." Dominax ordered in his deep voice, low enough as to not be heard through the walls.

"I am young, my lord." She began to confess in mock embarrassment, rubbing his fingers tenderly. "I should be utilizing these childbearing years, yes?"

The statement forced a tiny shiver down his spine, his loins urging for her sexually ripe beauty. "Kixanil has yet to father an heir." He replied in understanding, sliding ever so slightly closer.

She nodded, nearly pursing her soft lips at his words. "I believe he may be infertile, my lord. His concubines before me had never fallen pregnant as well. I...worry for my bloodline."

"As anyone should." He said, allowing his eyes to travel over her nude form. "A difficult situation, though one with few solutions."

Letting out a quiet chuckle, her playful smirk grew increasingly confident as she gripped his hand tighter. "So coy, my lord, yet we both know why I'm really here." She explained, slowly pulling his hand closer to her crotch as her true goal was revealed. "The way you look at me...I know you desire to fuck me, my lord."

Brushing the tips of his fingers against her already wet pussy lips, Dominax looked at her as if a predator ready to pounce on his prey. "You have no idea, little Arkos."

"Show me then, my lord." She said, an instant before she arose from her chair and nearly jumped onto him, pressing his lips to her own as she mounted him hungrily.

Violently grabbing her thighs and firm ass, Dominax pulled her in as close as possible, unwilling to hold back. He cared little of Kixanil's affection towards her, knowing that he'd deny himself of nothing.

Grinding her hips against his lap, she reached under to pull away the animal skin until nothing remained between their lust.

Groaning, he gripped his erection, positioning it against her womanhood as she rubbed her ready lower lips against its shaft, coating it in her juices.

"Hurry...my lord..." she begged, frantically pressing against him as her vagina ached for his seed.

Unwilling to delay any longer, he moved his cock and pressed it against her labia, allowing her to easily sink down onto his length.

Groaning, they each attempted to keep their voices low as they knew they could not be caught in such a compromising position.

"Holy Kromak you're...big..." Wros moaned, moving to press her face into his neck as she moved her hips back and forth. "You're...ahhh...even bigger than Kixanil..."

Holding onto her ass, he pulled her as close as possible with each movement, desperately mashing into each other's throbbing lust.

Covering her own mouth, the Arkos could barely contain her moans as her vaginal walls grinded against his cock, knowing that the rest of The Main Hold occupants were fast asleep.

Having always desired to encounter the other species of Magnius, Dominax remained utterly unable to control himself as he frantically fucked her vagina, every inch of his being wishing nothing more than to knock her up. To breed a member of another humanoid species, to spread his lineage beyond even humanity, his loins burned at the thought.

Although very similar to a human's vagina, he noticed very subtle differences. The most noticeable stemmed from an elasticity that was faintly less than human pussies, making them nearly imperceptibly firmer. Yet even with such a minor alteration, Wros's womanhood squished and squirmed as his erection pounded into it.

Muffled by her hand her small moans echoed quietly throughout the room, split on his large shaft. Her long tail waved through the air in pleasured arcs as if dancing.

Biting her neck with primal lust, Dominax reached down and held her firmly to his waist as he stood up, his cock remaining buried deeply inside of her as he turned and pushed her against the wall. His chair fell over, discarded as he pressed her firmly into the stone.

Pinned with her back against the wall, she could do little aside from wrap her athletic legs around his waist as she submitted to his cock.

Pounding in and out, he felt her tail wrap around his leg as she ran her fingers over his back. He knew that were she to wear the typical claw gauntlets of her people at that moment, he'd certainly be dead.

"My lord...breed me..." she moaned into his ear, nibbling on his earlobe. "Claim my womb...ahhh...as your own..."

Furiously smashing into her vagina, he no longer cared if his thrusts could be heard crashing over and over against the stone wall. None would know the true cause of the sound in any case, so long as Kixanil remained asleep.

"Cum inside...ahhh...Lord Dominax...Make me bear...ahhh...your child..."

Unable to hold back any longer, he slammed his cock as deeply as possible, pressing her hard against the wall as he groaned into her neck. His seed spurted from his tip, painting her Arkos insides.

Wros squeezed her toned thighs harder than before, desperately holding onto his waist as she felt the sperm of a man other than her master. The sensation of finally accepting potent seed that could knock her up forced a squeak from her lips, escaping the concealment of her hand.

Remaining interlocked together for what seemed like an eternity, Human and Arkos, the consequences of their actions remained far from their concern as the candlelight flickered over their bare forms.

***

"Welcome, gentlemen." Dominax greeted before sitting down. With the morning having brought both the arrival of Chief Ainir and the relief of a lack of questioning regarding the strange pounding noises emanating from his room, Dominax had gathered his vassals around the large table to initiate the gathering.

"Hail, High-Chief Dominax!" The six men recited, bowing before a gesture from their leader ordered them all to sit. Three Chiefs and three Advisors, their voices echoed off the stone walls of the throne room.

"As you know, I have gathered you all here today to discuss our next course of action. As such, I'd like to indicate The Chiefdom of Falexia, a settlement to our North." Dominax explained, placing a newly refurbished map onto the table.

"I am not familiar with Falexia." Clin replied as he studied the map. Seated to Dominax's immediate left, he followed his leader's finger and located the settlement far upriver. "Though if this map is correct, they'll pose quite a challenge to conquer."

"If that continues to be your aim." Chief Ainir added, granting Dominax a questioning look.

"Indeed it is." Dominax replied, his voice firm and humorless. "Though my speeches addressing Domani's population have concealed little regarding my eventual aspirations, I can tell you with complete certainty that nothing short of an Empire will suffice."

"We've all heard your speeches, my lord." Chief Priax stated, skepticism dripping from his tone. "Yet it may be wise to acknowledge that we are but a simple High-Chiefdom at present. A new one at that, even."

Dominax nodded knowingly, placing his hands calmly onto the table. "Humble beginnings to be sure. Do you all share Priax's doubts?"

The men looked amongst each other, noncommittally waiting for an answer to arise from the group.

Peering at each of them in turn with his piercing eyes, Dominax studied their reactions. Then, his expression exuding a firmness that bordered on menacing, his deep voice broke the short silence. "Have you all forgotten why it is you follow me? Why, in a matter of months, Domani has risen from the remnants of Nitri?"

"Of course not, my lord." Kixanil answered, seated on the opposite side of the table. Ignorant of what had occurred mere hours ago, his words held his typical fierce loyalty. "I believe Priax merely sought to point out that pursuing such a colossal endeavor may prove to be overly ambitious. No human empire has ever formed, for one reason or another."

"Ah, but an empire encompassing the entirety of The Human Basin is but the beginning. The Lanthians, The Arkos, even The Dril shall be pacified. Should it take the remainder of my life to accomplish, it shall be done." Dominax explained in an eerie calmness.

Ainir leaned forwards, his graying beard brushing the wood of the table. "You may be unfortunate enough for that claim to become reality. Yet even still, we shall require resources to achieve even a fraction of that goal."

"I concur." Priax offered before gesturing to Dominax's chest. "The armor you wear, this...'chimira steel' as you call it. Can more be produced for our men?"

"In time, yes." Dominax nodded.

"Then it may be beneficial to delay an attack on Falexia." Salduin cut in. "A short peace would grant us an opportunity to develop Domani further, as we all know that the temporary defenses of the capital would fold against any attack."

"Ah, you give voice to one of my concerns." Dominax replied, a hint of wariness running through his voice. "There is little point in conquering our neighbors only for Domani to be seized with little effort."

"Then it reasons that we should bid our time, my lord." Clin responded.

A short moment passed before Dominax broke the silence. "I'm inclined to agree. A peace of, say, seven months would allow us ample time to prepare."

A chorus of agreement echoed through the throne room, only to be interrupted as Dominax held up a hand to silence them.

"Yet during such a period, I'd require all of you to plan our attack accordingly. The conquest of Falexia shall nearly double our territory if done correctly."

Though a number of small discussions broke out, Kixanil rose from his chair to answer for the group. "It shall be done, my lord."

***

With the gathering concluded, the return journey to Domani felt swift as Dominax led his men. Approaching the settlement's flimsy gates, the lixidions had hardly been hauled away to the stables by a mustached man before Lalian abruptly greeted the group just inside the wall.

"My lord! Come with me, and hurry!" The Lanthian exclaimed in an excited tone, freshly dressed in the cloak and tunic that had been provided for him. Two guards stood on either side of him, tasked with reporting his actions to their High-Chief.

"What is it?" Clin asked, instinctively placing his hand on his hilt.

"Your concubines, my lord! They've given birth!" Lalian replied, turning to lead them. "Come, allow me to lead you to them!"

A small tug of anticipation in the pit of his stomach, Dominax wasted no time as he began to follow the green man.

Traveling through the lake of tents and crude huts, it didn't take long before they arrived outside of the wooden hut that had acted as his temporary home. Stepping inside while his advisors politely waited outside, he was met with the sight of both Briza and Xenia, each holding a small bundle.

Both looking up at the doorway in surprise, they immediately stood up and crossed the room as they realized who had entered.

"Thank the gods you've returned!" Briza exclaimed as both women granted him a quick kiss. "I warned you that I didn't want to give birth without you!"

"Show me them." Dominax ordered, glancing down intently at the woman's arms in anticipation.

"Of course." Xenia replied kindly, pulling the bundle of white chimira silk just enough to better reveal the face of a newborn. Briza followed her lead, revealing her own child. Both with dark hair and brown eyes, traces of their parentage lay clearly in their facial features. "Meet your daughters, my lord."

Gazing down at the children, a pleased smirk spread across his face. "Have you granted them a name?"

"Cendra." Briza replied in a tone far sweeter than he had ever heard from her. "If that is acceptable."

The name stirred a cacophony of emotions through him, though he nodded. "An admirable name to honor her grandmother."

Xenia stroked her child's black hair with motherly affection, clearly pleased at the result of their copulation. "This one is Vixin, my lord."

"Utterly perfect...you've both done very well." He said with ample satisfaction. "Very well indeed..."

***

The darkness of the pod was nearly consuming, held back only by the illumination of a single candle placed atop the center pedestal.

Standing between two cushions, each holding one of his infant daughters, Dominax held his hands above them both.

A lengthy discussion with Dorian had only just concluded, culminating in the knowledge of Vaidimation finally being granted to Dominax.

"Such beautiful...grandchildren..." the old ghost had remarked. "They deserve to unlock their...full potential."

Mentally reciting the knowledge that had been passed onto him, Dominax concentrated intently, allowing the world to melt away from his consciousness as his entire focus was placed on the two infants at his sides.

"Locate their...Veks..." Dorian had explained, expanding on their previous conversation.

As if peering directly into their souls, a bead of sweat dripped down Dominax's forehead as he observed the aforementioned blocks on their inherited powers.

"They are of your blood...their powers shall be...fearsome..." the old man had said with some hesitancy, knowing their abilities wouldn't be utilized to achieve the peaceful life he had envisioned for his son's family.

His hands shaking, Dominax gripped the Veks with his mind, tearing it from his daughters' souls as they simply cooed obviously. With the block on their powers removed, their brown irises slowly turned silver, exactly matching their father's.

Their Vaidimation complete, Dominax collapsed to his knees, dripping sweat and breathing as if he had just sprinted from Zilrin to Omrin.

Attempting to stand, though failing, he instead simply peered at his newly Vaidimated daughters with pride.

"What power you shall wield...at my side..." He panted, his thoughts drifting. "The first of a house...that shall rule eternally..."

Though the concept of heraldry was primarily a tradition of Northern human kingdoms, the concept had greatly appealed to Dominax since the moment he had encountered it. A house of his own. A dynasty worthy of his legacy.

Having long pondered what such a house of his lineage should be named, only one option truly displayed his legacy.

"The first members...of House Vaid..."