Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 07

"Do not thank me quite yet, you still have a purpose to play." Dominax said before turning to Xenia. "Assist me in removing my armor."

Xenia rose to her feet, stretching her flawless legs before moving to obey. Quickly, she unstrapped his armor and placed each piece gently on a nearby desk.

"What is your name, girl?" He asked as the final piece was carefully removed.

Standing up nervously, the pale concubine brushed aside a short strand of hair. "Niria, my lord. Command me as you wish."

"Niria..." Xenia replied, feeling the name brush past her soft lips.

With nothing restricting him, Dominax slowly slipped off his bodysuit until nothing remained to conceal his physique. Disrobed, Niria took a nervous glance at his manhood hanging heavily between his legs.

Xenia chuckled, placing herself mere inches from Niria as she nearly whispered in her ear. "Do you enjoy what you see, little slave? That cock sired my daughter, only imagine what it shall do to you."

A deep red spread across Niria's cheeks, a shade that complemented the setting sun. Whether out of embarrassment or a sudden feminine bond, she grabbed her fellow female's hand for emotional support without considering her actions.

Observing the two beauties, Dominax loosed a hungry grin as he stroked his beard. "Ah, it seems she's taken a liking to you. Inspect her for me, Xenia. We shall see if she is fit to breed."

"Gladly." The aroused healer replied, ignoring the clear surprise on Niria's face at his words. Freeing her hand from the woman's grip, she cupped Niria's pale cheek and lightly rubbed her lip with her thumb. "She's quite beautiful, isn't she?"

Niria's eyes went wide as Xenia pressed her lips against hers, taking ample time in tasting her lover's new slave. The pale beauty released an involuntary breath of pent-up desire, breathing in Xenia's subtle feminine scent. Their lips separated, leaving both women gazing into each other's eyes.

Dominax studied them with intent interest, his body growing in lust as if fueled by a steadily growing fire.

Running her hands to Niria's top, Xenia's nimble fingers worked to untie the skimpy covering until it fluttered to the hard floor. She placed her hands on the slave's sexually ripe orbs, feeling their weight. "A bit small, though they'll be more than enough to feed a healthy baby." She reported, biting her lower lip as the heat between her legs intensified.

"I've yet to encounter any who can surpass the perfection of your breasts." Dominax replied as if stating a fact that pleased him, rather than intending for a complement.

Regardless, Xenia smirked as she slowly dragged her hands along Niria's sides, exploring her exquisite curves before crossing over to rest just below her bellybutton. Subtly caressing the area, Xenia knew that her womb lay just inside. "Tell me slave, do you wish to have our master fill you with his seed? Your poor little womb feels so empty..."

"I...I shall do what is required of me, master..." the pale concubine replied, blushing deeply. The heavy atmosphere of primal breeding urges mixing intricately with the sensation of another woman's touch proved to be nearly overpowering, and she felt herself pressing her thighs together in an aroma of confused desires and nervous excitement.

"Good. There are many rewards for those who obey." Dominax smiled, his mind flooded with the knowledge that the woman's gorgeous body would produce fine offspring. For a moment he considered if Minax had once experienced the same thoughts, only for a twinge of pity to be quickly snuffed out.

Running her hands over Niria's hips, Xenia's pussy throbbed with desire. There was no need to be concerned of the threat that the pale woman posed to young Vixin, for no child of a slave could ever truly rival a member of House Vaid.

"Am I pleasing to you...my lord?" Niria asked, her conflicted breath heavy with lust.

"More than you know." Dominax said as he stepped closer, placing his hands on Xenia's hips as she stood up. His cock had steadily hardened at the display, eager to mate. "I shall need a replacement for Minax to rule as my vassal, Niria. I believe the child we produce tonight should be more than acceptable." He explained, his thoughts recalling how he had done the same to Dunith. The creation of children that could never challenge the throne, yet also secretly carry his capable blood.

"Come, lay down, slave." Xenia commanded as she guided Niria onto the bed.

"And if we are unsuccessful in conceiving this night?" The pale woman asked with genuine curiosity, no longer certain which answer she'd prefer. Xenia gently forced her legs to part as she remained on her back at the very edge of the cushioned bed.

"Then we shall continue to try until my child is in your belly." He said with conviction, caressing his lover's gorgeous asscheeks. "Though give no thought to such worries, as my seed has yet to fail in conception on the first attempt." He explained, knowing that his heightened fertility could only be caused by his unique lineage.

Untying the waist straps holding Niria's loincloth, Xenia took a moment to absorb the intoxicating anticipation. Dying sunlight running over their bodies, she slowly pulled away the crotch covering.

Niria bit her lip as her smooth pussy was revealed, tempted to close her legs though knowing better than to disobey. The expression of pure lust was displayed in full on Xenia's pretty face, as if nothing else existed besides the pussy that lay vulnerable in front of her.

Holding her hips firmly as he stood behind her, Dominax allowed his large breeding pole to press against Xenia's thighs, sliding between them as he pushed his hips forwards. Instinctively, she pressed her legs together more firmly, granting him greater tightness as his shaft slid between her firm legs.

Letting out a chuckle, Xenia felt as his cock slowly slid back and forth between her clenched thighs, gliding over her soft skin. She unhooked her belt, allowing her own loincloth to fall to the floor.

Niria let out a breath as Xenia's hands crept up the length of her inner legs, each nerve igniting in anticipation as her fingers dragged over her delicate skin. Inch by inch her searching digits approached, narrowing in on her groin with agonizing slowness. Then finally, with a gasp, her labia flared in panic as Xenia reached her target.

Back and forth her fingers moved, dancing over her victim's aching pussylips with torturous lightness, as if barely touching. Xenia only pursed her lips in mock pity, taking her precious time as Dominax's cock used her thighs.

Niria could no longer decide if she'd rather have Xenia pull away entirely or dig in with rough abandon. She could merely struggle to remain still as her hips subtly pressed upwards in desire.

Dominax wrapped his arms around Xenia's waist, pressing her flawless form against him as he methodically pumped between her thighs. His hot breath nuzzled against her ear, knowing that she was completely his. Every inch of her was under his control, meant only for his pleasure and seed.

Releasing a moan at his aggressive handling, Xenia could feel her vaginal juices leak down her thighs and lubricate his thrusts. She knew he enjoyed the way she squirted, the way she became wetter than her female competitors. None could serve his body the way she could, even his precious little Briza. "Let her toil away out there, enforcing peace while he chooses to breed in my presence." She thought.

Finally allowing her hand to rest on the young woman's groin, Xenia carefully spread her pale lower lips a small amount. Too many months had passed since she had been able to fully enjoy playing with a pussy, knowing that many women did not share her urges towards her fellow females. She would take her time, not wishing to spoil such an opportunity.

Niria arched her hips under Xenia's touch, her loins burning with a deep need to be bred. The healer's soft touch slipped between her labia, diving only a small amount before pulling back out.

"She appears to be tight, master." Xenia chuckled, feeling the moistness on her fingers. "She'll milk your seed well, though not as well as my pussy."

"Don't become greedy, Xenia." He smirked, his cock sliding back and forth as his hand held her flat stomach firmly. The womb that had granted him a perfect daughter lay just beneath, stroking his arousal. "You share my bed every night with Briza, allow another a turn."

Only the very tip of the sun remained visible, casting its erupting light over the land as Niria yelped, feeling Xenia's probing fingers locate her most sensitive area. A burst of deep euphoria released through her snug tunnel, nearly forcing her over the edge of climax.

"Oh?" Xenia teased, stroking the area once more and inciting a sharp moan. "What do we have here?"

Gripping the sheets, the pale slave could hardly control the shaking of her thighs as pleasure rolled through her. With a cruel rub, then another, and another, Niria cried out as her body shook in climax.

"Good girl...cum for me!" Xenia taunted, rubbing the area mercilessly through the poor girl's orgasm.

The sight of her body writhing in pleasure proved to be Dominax's limit, and he released Xenia from his hold. She let out a dramatic whine as he shifted her aside, wasting no time as he mounted his prize.

Cumming hard, her vagina offered no resistance as he rammed his way inside, hilting her deeply with an echoing groan.

Her pussy soaking, Xenia watched as her lover bucked his hips wildly, pounding his cock furiously. The primal display of masculine virility flooded her loins with both jealousy and lust, thrusting her into action as she pounced to join her fellow female on the bed.

With a motion of her hands, Dominax quickly understood Xenia's intentions and he moved to flip Niria onto her stomach. He held onto her hips, slamming his cock as hard and deep as he could muster.

Lifting Niria's head, Xenia laid down onto her back and maneuvered to position her groin into the woman's face.

Moaning wildly, Niria looked into Xenia's face as her pussy was roughly used.

"Go on, please me slave. I've provided you with enough pleasure." Xenia commanded, her own needy vagina tingling with unsatisfied craving.

No longer caring as her entire being was enraptured by Dominax's passion, the pale young woman lowered her head and began to lap at Xenia's cunt.

Though clearly unskilled, the girl's tongue sent tingles though Xenia as it ran over her labia and clit. The nearly one year that had passed after giving birth had allowed her tightness to somewhat recover, quivering in enjoyment. A deep satisfaction had permitted through Xenia whenever her thoughts had been brought to her used womanhood, knowing that she had completed her primal duty as a female. Her bloodline would persist through Vixin, a daughter that any young mother would be more than satisfied to produce.

The sun dipped completely below the horizon, dispersing in a cascade of mixing colors that spread throughout the sky. The last lingering sunlight of the day trickled over their exposed skin through the window as they roughly made love.

Each violent thrust shook the bed, its wooden supports creaking loudly through the sounds of their elated cries.

"Ooohhhh gods..." Xenia moaned, each movement of the girl's tongue dragging her closer and closer towards her peak.

Guilt had long since fled Niria's mind, knowing that each thrust was sparing Minax's life. Curling her toes in pleasure, she knew she'd do anything to prevent his execution, even baring the child of their new master. Every moan was for him, every lick of her tongue. Though her eggs now belonged to Dominax, her heart remained in Minax's possession.

Ramming his cock as deeply as possible, Dominax's impassioned cries echoed through the bedchamber as he unleashed his seed, orgasming hard as spurt after spurt drained into his fertile young slave.

The sight of her lover cumming inside of another woman pushed Xenia over the edge, forcing her to wrap her legs around Niria's head as she squirted furiously.

Niria closed her eyes, tasting the healer's sweet juices as her tight vagina was flooded with potent sperm.

All she did was for Minax, she told herself.

All she did...

***

19th of Fonic, 4 BVE.

Dril Tundra, City of Shai.

"I'm sure you will all be pleased to know that our agents were successful in sabotaging the siege of Sindi." Varse announced, seated in the Council chamber. "The Amirid Empire will need a considerable amount of time before attempting yet another assault on The Kingdom of Tarahir."

Murmurs of satisfaction broke out, their voices echoing throughout the spacious stone room before dissipating.

Tsida granted him a pleased nod, intentionally seated several feet away. Her petite body nearly ready to give birth at any moment, she caressed the curve of her pregnant belly. Her snow-colored skin seemed to radiate with maternal beauty, catching the eye of several of their fellow representatives.

They all possessed theories as to the identity of the father, yet none could produce a viable accusation. The sudden cohesion of Tsida's allies with Varse's proposals did little to dissuade hushed rumors from spreading like a plague, a fact that was only aided by The Dril's lengthy pregnancy.

"Let them wonder." Varse thought to himself at each scrutinizing glance. "They can do nothing."

From the moment Tsida had pledged her loyalty to him every vote had seemed to end in his favor. Scarcely an assassin was dispatched without his approval, a tax levied against his wishes. Though distasteful, he could not deny that their alliance had brought forth far more prosperity to their people in the last seven months than had occurred in the past decade. Varse almost felt as though he could finally feel secure as Potentate. Almost.

"If that is all, I'd like to conclude this week's meeting early." Varse commented as he rose from his chair.

"Ah, a moment, my Potentate." Representative Ensik interrupted, his blue robed frame rising to his feet as well.

Varse let out a silent breath before gesturing to the tall Dril. "Go ahead, Representative."

"Our spies have brought forth information regarding a newly formed High-Chiefdom in The Lower Human Basin. Domani, I believe they call it." Ensik explained in a calm manner.

Varse nodded, recalling some mention of the name Domani buried in their reports. "What of it?"

The tall Dril cleared his throat. "Would it not be pertinent to intervene before it becomes a problem in earnest?

"Ideally, yes." Varse agreed, moving to place his hands on the back of his now unoccupied chair. "Yet we know of these humans you speak of. We're aware of their unstable history. It is unlikely that a new High-Chiefdom will survive in such unruly surroundings. In any case, the movements of empires holds our primary concerns."

"I understand, my Potentate, though we may be witnessing the emergence of yet another human kingdom. If the worst were to occur, who is to say what consequences we may face if the humans manage to finally unite?" Ensik rebutted, though his stature displayed only the smallest amount of concern for the subject. "It is merely a matter to consider."

"That has never happened Ensik, though I take your meaning. We shall monitor the situation and observe what arises, though for now we have more important concerns. The area that our spies have outlined is large, though inconsequential compared to other human realms." Varse commanded, inciting sounds of agreement from the numerous representatives eager to get on with their day.

"Very well." Ensik agreed, moving to leave the massive table.

As they all made their way to the chamber exit, Varse subtly glanced at Tsida and considered paying her a visit. Though no grin formed on his serious face as he made his decision, he felt his dark blood flare with sudden lust. All thoughts of the word Domani fled his mind, pushed out by far more demanding thoughts.