Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 11

Her shapely leg shook as it struggled to support her in the midst of bliss, forcing Dominax to assist in steadying her without slowing for an instant. Both the physical pleasure of his body and the psychological satisfaction of taking the manhood of her God had proven to be overwhelming, and she could only gasp as her climax slowly subsided.

Hitting her deepest depths with each thrust, he felt no doubt that she'd be bruised the following morning, and he quietly deemed it necessary to order another guard to take over her responsibilities for however long she required.

"Such an obedient little creature, one must be rewarded for their loyal service." He thought to himself, granting her butt a swift spank. Had any other ruler reaped such sweet fruits for their labors as had he?

The tell-tale indication of an impending climax neared each minute that passed, steadily approaching until there was little that he could do to fend against it. His body clenched as his hips rocked back and forth, and he released a deep groan as the first ropes of cum erupted from his tip.

Holding onto her tightly, his sensitivity blazed as he hilted her fully, spurting his sperm into her fertile field. She cried out in complete devotion, allowing light tears of gratitude to roll down her soft cheeks as she accepted her God's seed.

18th of Onis, 3 BVE.

Kingdom of Harin, Visti.

Entering the massive throne room for the first time in weeks, Irith couldn't help but feel intimidated by the towering columns that lined the chamber. Though mostly constructed of white stone, the deep blue shades expressed on every banner and guard seemed to claim the gargantuan room.

Her hips swayed seductively as she moved, a skill that she had learned early on would draw the attention of all nearby males. She didn't particularly mind that every guard seemed to pay close attention to her, so long as they kept their distance.

Accompanying her and matching each stride of her long and shapely legs was her brother, Enil. The fact that they were twins came as no surprise to strangers, as their familial similarities were clear. Yet where his toned muscles indicated the masculinity of a young man, Irith couldn't be thought of as anything but purely feminine. Her noticeable breasts hung firmly on her chest, held by a light fabric top that left much on display. A thin skirt hugged her waist, parting to tantalizingly display the entirety of her left thigh. Though both twins were topped by hair that bordered on dark brown or even black, Enil's short cut contrasted with Irith's long ponytail that extended from a head of chin length hair. Their combined attractiveness was only increased by their eyes, each a rare light blue in a sea of commonly brown-eyed individuals.

They approached the throne before kneeling, bowing their heads in respect.

"Rise." King Siril commanded, a man hidden behind a white beard and blue robe. His piercing eyes studied the pair, tracing over the identical white tattoos on each twin's midriff as they obeyed.

"You summoned me, my lord?" Enil asked, bare chested aside from a heavy cloak.

The king nodded, seated while his assistant stood closely to the throne. "Minister Ovax and I have once more received a call for your assistance." He announced, gesturing to the brown-haired assistant dressed in a blue tunic.

"I see. I shall prepare my men, though I'll need details if we are to set off." Enil replied, and Irith could already see his mind making mental preparations.

"Very well commander." The king replied with little interest as he waved his hand to the assistant.

Minister Ovax perked up slightly, folding his hands behind his back. "You are to take your forces to Valia, a High-Chiefdom about as south in The Human Basin as one can go."

Irith looked down at the floor, feeling a slight discomfort as the assistant eyed her gorgeous body. Unlike others that visibly found her alluring, his gaze felt...strange, as though there was something not quite right with the man.

"A High-Chiefdom? Are their disputes not a little beneath our concerns?" Enil asked as one of his brows were raised. "Could they truly pay enough to attract my men's aid?"

The King stroked his beard calmly. "Truthfully? Not quite. They offer little in return, yet Minister Ovax has explained other aspects of such a decision to me that would be just as beneficial."

"Oh?" Irith asked, receiving a look from the three men that immediately indicated to her that they didn't expect her to speak in such a meeting. Though trained in combat by her brother and just as skilled in leading warriors as he was, she had to remind herself that she was merely his second in command. The gap in prestige meant little to her, however, as she only desired to serve the last living member of her family.

"Go on, explain." Enil calmly demanded, feeling a slight flare of rage at their disapproval of Irith's presence. The glances from Ovax only fueled his anger, and he wondered if he'd have to strangle the minister to cease his visible lust towards his twin.

"The battle that Valia's High-Chief has requested your assistance in has certain...political concerns attached to it." Minister Ovax explained with a sly grin. "It is no secret that a new minor Kingdom has somehow managed to claw its way into existence among their savagery, yet it shall more than double its land size if Valia is defeated. That is...unacceptable."

Enil folded his arms as he thought, turning his attention to the king. "Have they taken into account that none of my men speak their language, myself included?"

King Siril brushed the comment aside. "It matters little, you'll be provided with a translator. In any case, the battle will not occur for some time. If you'd wish, I can have a scholar teach you key phrases in the meantime."

"I understand..." Enil replied, and Irith could sense his faint misgivings in his tone. "If that is your command, my lord, I shall obey."

6th of Twic, 3 BVE.

Kingdom of Vaidrin, Domani.

Briza removed her clothing and carefully placed each piece of cloth and armor onto the sand of the river shore, far enough away from the water to ensure that they'd remain dry.

She let out a breath as her skin touched the slightly cold water, a sharp contrast to the surrounding warm air and bright sun. Slowly, she waded into the river until it reached her navel, allowing her to lower herself quickly as she plunged her head beneath the waves, only to re-emerge and throw back her drenched hair.

Only the distant noises of busy Domani gave any hint to other humans, as she had intentionally waited to bathe when the majority of the population would be in the market or out hunting. The need for a woman of her position to utilize the river to wash herself was long gone, as even Dominax had begun to use prepared baths at the expense of his slaves' efforts. The thought brought a twinge of sadness to her chest, yet she'd continue to bathe as their mother had taught her.

The water soothed her aching muscles, helping to ease the fatigue that she had been experiencing for far too long now. Were it not for the Pintila worm's tests she'd have no doubt that Xenia had somehow possessed a hand in causing her ailments, a possibility that she still hadn't ruled out completely.

Her peaceful reflection lasted only a short while, as the sound of feet against sand was brought into her awareness. Letting out an annoyed sigh, she turned to meet the newcomer.

Yet not one individual approached, but rather, two young women. Immediately recognizing Pria and Pilsi, Briza rose to her full height and began to exit the water.

"Greetings, Lady Briza." They said in unison, granting her a quick bow.

"Does Dominax summon me?" Briza asked in confusion, making no move to conceal her nude body as she stood before them.

Pria shook her head. "No, Lady Xenia has merely granted us permission to bathe on our own today."

Briza placed her hands on her hips, wondering what her next move should be as the twin slaves undressed. While the thin cloth fell away from their skin Briza remarked to herself just how much their post-pregnancy bodies had recovered in the week since their mutual births. She didn't particularly feel drawn to other females quite in the way that Xenia always had, yet even she could acknowledge the exquisite beauty of a feminine form when she encountered one of such desirability.

"I don't think I've had an opportunity to congratulate you two on your births. Both daughters?" Briza asked, deciding that their presence would not be enough of an annoyance to leave despite wishing to be alone for the moment. "I couldn't imagine allowing Cendra to be given away."

Though her tone was genuine, the comment brought a scornful expression to Pilsi's face that she quickly attempted to hide. "The God King has allowed us to nurture them for a while longer. They...are our first born after all."

"It is our lord's command in any case." Pria commented, possessing a light tone as if the concept meant nothing to her. "If he desires to give away every child I produce for him, I'll do so in a heartbeat."

The slave's twin clearly felt differently, and Briza had to subtly bite her lip to refrain from arguing with Pria's clear fanaticism. The decision by Dominax to distribute any of his children born to a slave throughout the kingdom had been one that disturbed Briza. Though there was no limit to the number of individuals that desired to raise one of their beloved God King's children, the command came off as oddly cold. Certainly, babies with enslaved mothers were widely considered to be lesser, though could Dominax truly place their value under Cendra or Vixin?

"You are a...loyal one." Briza replied, standing firmly while concealing the fatigue that prodded her strong legs to begin shaking.

"Indeed. However, don't allow us to disrupt your bath, my Lady. We shall not bother you." Pria stated as both twins held their folded clothes neatly in their arms.

Briza eyed them as her body threatened to collapse to the sand and fall asleep for countless hours. She nodded, turning back towards the river as every muscle yearned for the water's soothing relaxation. "Understood."

Yet now slowly walking with her back turned to them, she hadn't noticed the harsh daggers folded in the slaves' clothing. She was unable to see the twins carefully slide them out from the cloth. She didn't bother to turn around at the sound of fabric dropping to the sand, followed by their approaching footsteps.

Inches from the water, Briza's shoulder erupted into a flash of deep pain, forcing a cry from her lips. Her hand shot to the source as she collapsed to her knees, feeling a gushing wound where Pria's dagger had quickly struck. She rose shakily back to her feet, turning around to glimpse her attackers.

Pilsi struck next, opening a wide cut on Briza's arm as she attempted to defend herself.

"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MINDS?" Briza screamed, gradually backing into the water as the twins watched her movements.

"Apologies, my Lady." Pria said with a grin. "This is the price."

Circling her as the water reached their knees, Briza made a clumsy attempt to maneuver away from a slash, only for the weapon to dig into her skin. "PRICE?"

"The price for the privilege of serving The God King." Pria explained in an eerily calm voice. "We would not have been granted the opportunity to bear his children were it not for the benevolence of Lady Xenia."

Briza gritted her teeth in pain, unsurprised at the revelation as she thought to herself. "Of course that vile cunt is responsible..."

"There was no other way, we must fulfill our bargain." Pilsi added, seemingly apologetic as she dodged one of Briza's fists before driving her knife into her abdomen.

Briza cried out in agony, holding the deep cut tightly as she spoke through teeth clenched in pain. "You don't...have to do this! Allow me to inform Dominax...he'll set things right...!"

"God King Dominax, my lady." Pria corrected as she gleefully punctured Briza's left forearm with a swift jab. "Though it is already too late."

Feeling blood pouring into the river, Briza attempted desperately to fight them off with one hand while her other did little to stifle the flow of red liquid. "Bring me to a healer...I'll survive..! Your God King...wouldn't wish for me...to die! Do you not...obey him?!"

"Our service to him will outweigh the death of a simple concubine." Pria teased in her fanatical tone. "Though tell me, are you exhausted Lady Briza? I've heard tales claiming that you're quite the warrior, yet you fight as though you've been drugged. Were the stories false?"

Briza grimaced as her suspicions were confirmed. "Y...you? This fatigue...comes by your doing?"

"Xenia's idea, my Lady." Pilsi replied, tearing a large slash across her victim's back as they continued to circle her.

Pria stepped out of the way of a punch, burying her blade into the attacking arm. "Your reflexes are lagging quite a bit. A shame, I had hoped to drag this out longer."

Loosing a scream as Pilsi dropped low and stabbed her thigh, Briza collapsed into the shallow water. Within moments the twins were upon her, discarding their weapons and wrestling her exhausted body.

Nude forms intertwined, Briza thrashed as they forced her head underwater while she lay on her back. Images of her daughter flashed through her mind, causing her to fight with any remaining strength that she possessed. "Cendra...I can't leave you like this..."

They held her firmly, grabbing her frantic fists as they overpowered her bleeding form. Briza could hardly see through the red stained water, unable to take a breath. Her legs kicked wildly, desperate to free herself.

Slowly, as her vision faded, only three figures remained. She could see her mother, the elder Cendra as she stood next to Dominax. The younger Cendra remained in her arms, happily cradled in her grandmother's grasp. There was no hint of Dominax's white armor or crown, merely the way he had always been. The way she remembered him.

The image slowly became clearer as her muscles began to stop struggling. She felt the world slipping away, far beyond her grasp. She knew she had failed her daughter, failed Dominax.

"Protect her...my love..."

A deep silence encompassed the twins as their victim ceased her struggles, leaving only the peaceful sounds of the river.