Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 09

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 absolutely free, with the completely optional possibility to receive early access. 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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41st of Fixuin, 4 BVE.

Kingdom of Vaidrin, Domani.

"Uuuu iiii oouu"

The orb hummed through the dark space of the pod, vibrating in its otherworldly method of communicating data. Placed on the pedestal in the center of the chamber, its ethereal depths called to Dominax as he held his hand steadily over it. As if his mind had wrestled with the orb's internal will for days, he held off the creeping exhaustion. He was close, needing only to push just a bit further.

"Ooouuu uuuu iiii"

At last, success. The vibrational language inside his mind shifted, granting him a flood of images. A vision of Ayphieal's slow formation, the creation of the man-sized orb that would serve as the sun, each moon's careful placement in their circular orbits. He was witnessing the creation of his world itself, ripping a groan from his throat.

The visions slowed, shifting now to the interior of The Chimira as it orbited the newly formed lifeless planet. Dorian stood outside of a set of ten biological tanks, each containing a comatose human floating in a clear liquid. Five males and five females in total, as if paired. He watched the steady stream of mutations, each carefully implemented over the course of what felt to be several months until the human subjects slowly became recognizable as pairs of Arkos, Lanthians, Dril, Lish, and Taziks. He could feel Dorian's satisfaction, as if reliving a memory. A memory that ceased abruptly, leaving Dominax to stumble back as he was returned to reality.

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"Step forward."

The powerful voice of the new king echoed through the temporary throne room, a chamber filled with numerous people either seeking an audience with their ruler or simply to observe. Chief Kixanil obeyed, parting himself from the crowd as instructed and kneeling before the throne.

Xenia merely smirked at her mate's display of power, noting how quickly he had adapted to his lofty new position. She had chosen well, certain that the silver-eyed baby cradled in her arms would thrive.

Standing near the entrance to the left wing of the Royal Stronghold, she remained both a part of and separate from the gathered audience. She would have of course preferred to take her usual position at Dominax's side, a place that Briza currently stood proud, yet delicate business could wait no longer.

"You're late." Xenia chastised as Pria and Pilsi emerged through the open doorway, coming to a stop just beside her. Her tone was no more than a whisper, just loud enough for them both to hear over the quietly murmuring crowd.

"...for your loyal service, I, King Dominax of House Vaid, grant you command over The High-Chiefdom of Redin..." Dominax's voice continued to boom through the large chamber, unsheathing his sword.

"We are here now mistress, let us begin. Unburden yourself." Pria whispered back, her hands clasped behind her back as she casually studied the crowd. Identically dressed, both she and her twin wore nothing more than a simple slave loincloth that left their exquisite dancer bodies on near full display, for no master would wish to hide the alluring beauty of his property.

Dominax held the sword close to his vassal's lips, allowing the man to kiss it in acceptance of his new role. "...your descendants shall rule Redin in my name until such a time as they prove themselves to be unworthy. Serve the people of Vaidrin well, High-Chief Kixanil."

"I've received my reports. The other-" Xenia began, before pausing as cheers erupted through the chamber when Kixanil arose, graciously taking his leave to allow the next man to step up. When the noise had subsided to a manageable pitch, she cleared her throat and resumed. "The other healers have confirmed that you've both fallen pregnant with the king's seed. It appears you two are secure in your positions as breeding slaves, and thus, my end of the bargain is done."

Xenia kept her gaze pointed towards the throne, gently rocking Vixin as she recognized the next man to approach their ruler. The High-Chief of Histia, he had arrived the previous day with no desire to conceal his intentions in bowing before their conqueror. Kneeling, he repeated the same spiritually infused speech he had delivered the moment he had set eyes on the divine King, yet now acting before an audience. "...to swear loyalty to a being with such powers, there remains only one possible course of action. Allow me to serve you, my lord, to..."

"We are both utterly in your debt, mistress." Pilsi replied, placing her hand on her still flat stomach and recounting how her new master had bred her the night after granting her twin his seed. They carried the children of a King in their wombs, an honor they could not deny. "We understand your intention in gifting us to The Lord Dominax, though you have yet to name our target."

The crowd once again cheered as The High-Chief kissed the blade, ensuring that Histia would become yet another domain under Vaidrin's rule. Xenia was unable to deduce if the man had sworn his allegiance under genuine belief in Dominax's God hood, or if he had simply surmised that his time as an independent realm was limited, yet it mattered little. Vaidrin continued to expand by the day.

She nodded her head towards the throne, nearly glaring. "The woman to his right. You recognize her, correct?"

The twins fell silent for a moment before Pria nodded gravely. "Lady Briza, of course."

"Good. Her blood is the price for the life I've granted you both." Xenia explained as the Chief of Eldrin stepped forwards, intent on making a similar vow of submission. "You'll live comfortably here, perhaps even pump out a few of our Lord's babies before he grows tired of you. Of course you'll be taken care of even then, though never delude yourself into believing that you are beyond my grasp. Should even one word slip regarding our bargain, you shall not witness the following sunrise. Is that clear?"

"Of course, mistress." The twins replied in obedient unison, studying their target.

Xenia smirked in satisfaction, pushing aside the black strap of her top to allow Vixin to suckle at her firm young breast. "Wonderful. Now, you will refrain from attacking until we've managed to select a time and place that suits our needs."

As the short ceremony that would bring Eldrin under Dominax's rule ended, the Chief of Inrin took the man's place to conduct his own pledge.

"Death is no stranger to us, mistress. We'd never strike without your command." Pilsi remarked, allowing a smile to tug at her lips at the display of motherly affection.

"You had better hold yourself to that, for your own sake." Xenia said, her eyes remained locked on her female rival. "I trust that your skills with knives will be required, as she has already become weary of me. I suspect she thinks I may even poison her, as her every meal is tested. She is right of course, as I possess the ingredients to force a death that screams of agony could never match, or a night of writhing in such torturous pleasure that a mind couldn't possibly recover from."

"A blade to the back, then?" Pria asked, watching the latest Chief to join The Kingdom of Vaidrin rise to his feet and make his way toward the exit. The approved and planned meetings were completed, allowing the common citizens to approach their King Dominax with whatever problems they wished to address.

"That may be our only option, yes." Xenia confirmed grimly, before her whispers adopted a spiteful tone. "Yet when the moment to strike arrives, I wish for her to know that her death comes by my will. My command. Allow her last thoughts to be the knowledge that she has been bested by Dominax's superior mate."

"It will be done, mistress." Pria responded without hesitation, while Pilsi merely peered at Vixin.

Satisfied, Xenia remained wrapped in her thoughts as a man dressed in a simple reddish tunic and black cape stepped towards the throne accompanied by a younger woman. While he appeared much older than his female companion with short greying hair and frail limbs, the girl had dark brown hair pulled into a messy braid that reached halfway down her back. Dressed in a dark top that left her toned midriff exposed, both her navel and nose held tiny metal piercings. Her athletic legs were concealed behind a skirt that ended halfway down her soft thighs, as if inviting onlookers to crave a closer glance.

"Approach." Briza commanded, eyeing the woman with suspicion. The stranger was clearly a warrior of some sort, though her lithe muscles leaned heavily towards a feminine appearance.

They both bowed at the foot of the throne, before the older man cleared his throat to speak. "It is an honor to stand in your presence, your majesty. I come with a single request, one that I hope you shall find appealing."

"Oh?" Dominax questioned, not bothering to hide his gaze as he peered at the attractive warrior. Rather than displaying intimidation at his seeking look, she seemed to be emboldened by his interest as she subtly shifted to press her modest chest out further.

The old man carried on after a quick breath. "I've come accompanied by my daughter, Sirith. I have trained her myself, and as I'm sure you can imagine, she is very precious to me. If I may be so bold, it is my hope that you will grant an old man the honor that all fathers strive for...as I desire only the best mate for my daughter. Your majesty...we would both be humbled if you added your seed to our bloodline."

The proposal forced an amused grin to spread across Dominax's face. "Quite a bold request for a father to make, is it not?"

The man nodded in understanding. "Yes my lord, though that is our desire. Both Sirith and I have witnessed your powers in person, and whether you are truly a God or not, the prospect of a grandchild with your divine blood is one that would truly honor my line. Merely grant me this request, this privilege of a single breeding, and the loyalty of my family to your crown shall be undying."

Dominax chuckled, milling the thought in his head. "You make a very tempting offer...as I'm inclined to agree. However, you understand that the child resulting from such a breeding shall not be legitimized as a member of House Vaid, do you not?"

"A fate that I am content with. Even a mere bastard of your blood shall truly be an important asset to my family. One cannot entirely describe the true honor and privilege of an opportunity to raise the child of a God." The man answered with what bordered on religious fervor.

"A God." Dominax thought, tasting the word that he had grown accustomed to over the last year. "I shall have to settle that matter soon enough."

Briza studied the woman on offer, displaying no hint of jealousy at her attractive features. She knew that her mate would truly enjoy such a woman, a thought that brought her a small amount of comfort. She only desired him to be happy.

"Very well, you shall have your desire. Return at nightfall." Dominax commanded with satisfaction.

Both father and daughter bowed graciously with visible excitement. "Thank you, my lord!"

***

"Run Hess! It's upon us!" The voice of a child rang out through the forest as screams continued to echo. Hesin didn't flinch at his dying brother's words, his mind already numb from the sight of the creature's vicious slaughter. Instead, his eyes blankly stared through a parting in the trees, locked on the sight of a young boy standing over a struggling woman.

The world shifted, and he found himself running alongside the boy moments after the pained screams of his brother had ceased. The child had grabbed his hand, tugging hard until he followed. Hesin realized that he was only a boy himself, as his short legs struggled through the forest growth.

As the world melted away once more, he peered through his watery eyes at the group of elderly men, each seated in tall chairs. He recognized the room, recalling how the boy had led him to Nitri's Main Hold.

"Such a high claim for an outsider to make towards one of our own. Tell me boy, do you possess proof?" One of the old men had questioned, his tone grave.

The blond-haired boy merely stood silently beside Hesin, making no move to either confess nor deny his involvement in what had occurred. Hesin screamed at the men, pleaded with them as he explained all that he had seen. He had witnessed the boy lure the creature alongside a young woman, seemingly conscious of the blood it would spill. Once all had been divulged, he felt as though a massive weight had left his chest.

"What you describe certainly aligns with the aftermath that our hunters discovered, yet there is nothing connecting young Clin here to the cause of the tragedy." Another elder had explained, seemingly apologetic yet firm in their collective decision. "Even the presence of his mother's corpse can easily be explained away by simply hunting in the wrong area at the inopportune moment. Is that not correct, boy?"

The question had been aimed towards the blond child, and Hesin looked to him all while clinging to the last of his faith. If the boy could simply confess to his part in the slaughter, would simply admit to what he had caused, Hesin knew he'd have justice.

His hopes were slashed away as the boy nodded, looking to Hesin with clear shame as he confirmed the falsehood.

"See child? One cannot punish a member of their own settlement without sufficient proof, and thus, this unfortunate tragedy must be considered an accident until further evidence surfaces." Another of the elders stated, before leaning forward in his lofty chair. "Yet fear not child, despite your accusations against him, young Clin has requested to offer you a place amongst our people. Seeing as your family is now gone, we'd be happy to oblige."

Hesin could only stare at the light stone bricks of the floor as a sickening sensation eased into his being. A flurry of emotions surged through him, anger, sadness, the feeling of utter loss before a dull numbness crept over his mind.

His eyes slowly opened as the memory-filled dream subsided, bringing him back to reality once more. Staring at a ceiling that didn't exist when the memories had occurred, the same numbness ensnared his thoughts even a decade later.

Rubbing his eyes, he let out a deep sigh. Sleep would not return to him this night, as it never did on the rare occasions that his mind decided to drudge up the past. He wondered what Clin would think were he to ever find out that he still dreamed of those events. Would he pity him?

"Fuck your pity." He thought to himself, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. A brief flush of fatigue overcame him before falling away to allow him to stand. On nights such as these he found no better refuge than the peaceful presence of the river, and he made for the door to his stone hut to make his way to the nearest shore.

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"He's waiting for you." Briza said to Sirith and her father as they came to a stop outside the royal bed chambers. She looked over the young woman for a final time, seeking any hint of danger. When she found none, she simply nodded and turned to depart.

Pushing open the door, the pair stepped inside with caution. The chamber was illuminated by the flickering light of dozens of red-burning candles, granting them a clear vision of Dominax's nude body lying on the bed. At the sound of their entrance, he peered towards them before moving to stand.

"I expected only Sirith, as was our agreement." Dominax stated with a hint of annoyance, making no move to cover himself as his heavy manhood hung on display.

"Apologies my lord...I do not wish to intrude." The man began to say, keeping his eyes level while his daughter took enjoyment in the view. "I shall wait outside if that is your command. However...if you'd be so kind as to allow me one additional favor...I would request to remain."

With his eyes narrowing in judgment, Dominax could not deny the instant flush of appeal that such a suggestion brought to his loins. Much as the twin's sibling affection had intrigued him greatly, such a taboo act nearly called to him. "Is such really your desire?"

"It is, your majesty. I shall not interfere. I..merely wish to observe such a beautiful act." He replied, placing his hand on Sirith's back with clear fatherly love.

"So be it. Sit, and we shall begin." He ordered, gesturing to a nearby chair that sat at a desk pressed against the wall. The old man obeyed, turning the seat around to aim directly at the large bed.

"Will you force me to wait any longer? I'm eager to start..." Sirith stated, biting her lip in lust as she touched his bare chest.

Taking hold of her top, Dominax carefully pulled it off of her after untying the back strings, discarding it as he looked upon her young breasts. Placing his hands onto them, he met her gaze with intensity. "I shall not wait a second longer."

Releasing a teasing moan, she chuckled. "Are they worthy of feeding your child, my lord?"

"They're utter perfection." He responded, lightly tweaking both firm nipples. His loins ravenous to breed, he then wrapped his arms around her feminine torso and hoisted her off her feet, inciting a flurry of giggles as he threw her onto the bed.

On her back, she slightly spread her legs, drawing his eyes to peer up her short skirt. "Then come, grant me the seed of a king..."

Mounting the bed with a fluid motion, he held himself above her waiting body with one arm, using the other to roughly tear away the thin fabric of her skirt. Her smooth pussy waited for him just beneath, now exposed to the warm air of the bedchamber.

The old man watched as his daughter parted her legs further, granting her mate access to her precious folds. He heard a gasp as Dominax's tip began to press into her, her pitch increasing into a groan as his cock entered her.

Clearly not a virgin, her vagina accepted his length eagerly, hungry for his sperm. "F...father...he's so...large..."

Grunting, Dominax began to pump in and out, his balls tensing at her words. The thought of breeding a man's daughter while he watched flared his craving to mate, to dominate her body with his seed.

Watching his king pump his hips back and forth with his manhood buried inside his beloved daughter, the man felt his own cock hardening beneath his tunic. She would bear the child of a God.

"Oooooohhh yes...fuck me...my lord...." She moaned, laying her arms above her head in submission. She glanced over to her father lovingly, her pussy aching to conceive.

"Take my fertile girl...my lord..." the man said in evident enjoyment, unable to hide the protruding erection through his tunic. "She is yours..."