Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 10

The Dril appeared to be taken aback before quickly regaining composure. "Sir...surely you must realize that such a task shall remove me from your service. Is it wise to waste your best man on this...child?"

Varse nodded humorlessly. "Indeed, Vesh. You may be one of our most excellent agents, though this task falls far closer to my own interests than I'd prefer."

Vesh gave him an amused look, clearly aware of the rumors. "I understand, my Potentate."

"Then waste no further moment. Gather your belongings, as you shall depart before nightfall."

"My belongings are merely the clothing that I currently wear. A necessary restriction of such a life as this, you see?" Vesh chuckled in a laugh that only disturbed Varse before holding out his hands to take the child. "I shall leave now if you'll permit me."

Varse glanced down at the child, feeling a tingle of regret poke through his numbness. He handed him to Vesh before lowering his arms as if an extreme weight had been relieved. "Raise him well, Vesh, as if he were your own. The time will come when he will be summoned to return and serve his people. On that day...I can only hope he is prepared."

"As you command, my Potentate." The Dril said, nodding his head respectfully before turning to depart.

In a massive hidden chamber that sickened him, filled with warm air that felt unnatural to him, and surrounded by various agents of species whose presence unnerved him, Varse watched as his only son was carried away.

21st of Senin, 4 BVE.

Kingdom of Vaidrin, Domani.

"Poor little slave...you'll never be able to breed now..." the words flowed through Lalian's mind as he laid on his cot, thinking back to a particularly cruel Lanthian female that he had briefly served shortly after his castration. His green hand slowly stroked his short shaft, maintaining the semi-hard erection that he was still capable of.

"Does this little cock want to knock me up?" He remembered her asking, just before she had flicked the tip of his cock. "Well, that's impossible now, isn't it?"

Lalian bit his lip in lust, remembering how humiliated he had felt. She had then caressed the scar of where his testicles had once been, smirking. "So unfortunate...little slaves like you don't get to continue their bloodlines. I bet you would have loooooved to get my fertile body pregnant..."

His hips bucked slightly at the memory, remembering the softness of her fingertips and the deep green of embarrassment that had been brought to his cheeks. He groaned, increasing the speed of his strokes.

Images of the nude human females ran through his mind, each of them working hard to build his masterpiece. Their alluring curves...their human beauty...

The form of Xenia came into his mind, as sensual and seductive as ever. Her perfect thighs... the thin tattoos that ran over her soft skin...Lalian could only groan at the thought. Yet his mind shifted once more, and he thought back to the days of her pregnancy. Her belly had swelled with The God King's daughter, her maternal glow only adding to her feminine perfection.

He could imagine her now, laying nude on his cot. She'd look into his eyes, caressing her pregnant belly before whispering in her womanly voice. "You could never give me a child like Dominax did."

Lalian's green body seized as he groaned, gently bucking his hips as his gelded cock climaxed. The typical greatly lessened pleasure ran through his body, with no hint of Lanthian sperm emerging from his tip. The little excuse of an orgasm faded quickly, leaving a lingering frustration deep inside as his body relaxed.

He let out a sigh as he stared at the stone ceiling, cursing that he must be tormented by Lanthian flesh. Were he to be born a human, his castration would have eliminated his arousal rather than forcing him to endure the unending cruelty of a continual lust that he could never fully satisfy.

The small room remained quiet for several long moments before a knock began to pound on the door.

Lalian quickly redressed himself in his tunic and cloak before hurrying to open the door, greeted by the familiar presence of one of the servants appointed to him.

"My lord, a message for The God King has arrived." The boy swiftly explained, holding out the small wooden cylinder as he had done many times before.

"Ah very good." Lalian replied as he took the cylinder, attempting to ease the swift transition from such a private moment for himself. He waved the boy away, sealing the door.

Accustomed to his duty, Lalian removed the message from the cylinder and began to read, knowing that he'd have to recite each word to his God King. Consisting of several numbered wooden sticks, the tiny symbols of the message were carved into the surface of each stick. A typical method of communication, the writer would be able to include as many sticks as was necessary to carry the entirety of each message.

"To The Proclaimed God King Dominax of House Vaid, I speak on behalf of the High-Chiefs of Valia, Drifia, Arcia, Salrin, Ardin, and Ravrin, all settlements that have yet to fall to your tyranny. We are well aware of your claims to Godhood, yet unlike a number of our acquaintances we shall not simply give over our lands and kneel in impotent worship. However, you are a warrior, and for that we feel no shame in admitting respect. The kingdom you have carved for yourself demonstrates your ability, regardless of our beliefs. It is for this reason that we come to you with a wager. Though we have no doubt that you shall eventually march against us, we'd prefer to avoid such a devastating waste of time and men. Thus, it comes to this: your army against our collective warriors. One final battle to determine who shall hold these lands. Defeat us, and we shall gladly pledge ourselves and our High-Chiefdoms to you. Yet fall, and we shall show no mercy in moving in to claim Vaidrin for ourselves. Whatever the outcome, Vaidrin shall join the northern kingdoms as a great realm throughout history, under your leadership or ours. We trust that you are a man of honor, and as such, we shall allow you to select the location of our conflict. Yet be warned, take no more than three months to gather your warriors, for we shall strike back at the dishonor of receiving no reply.

Signed, High-Chief Linnax of Valia."

Lalian examined the bottom of the cylinder, confirming that it held the seal of Valia. He sighed, placing it down gently onto a nearby desk as he rubbed his eyes.

"This shall not bode well."