Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 18

Eleven days with no sign of Irith's return was enough to make any sane man certain of her rejection, yet a piece of him clung to the hope that she may return to Domani and accept his offer. Her face remained firmly planted in his subconscious, a stinging reminder that he may have failed.

The massive main doors began to creak open, large enough for an entire building to comfortably fit through. Dominax turned his head in annoyance, only to see the form of a woman enter. With surprise he found himself gazing upon Irith as she approached, her long legs moving with confidence.

Dominax turned his head back towards the trench. "You've returned."

"Your guards said you'd be here." She replied, coming to a stop just beside him. Together they peered into the trench, surrounded by solitary silence.

"I had assumed that you fled to Harin." He replied coldly.

Irith folded her hands behind her back. "I needed..." She began searching for the word. "...time. Time to think, time to ensure that I was making the right decision."

"Oh? And what have you found in your...time?"

Slowly she turned to face him, studying the man who had consumed her fate. "I found...that there is truly no other option. I can return to my former King, an empty life that has become far more desolate without Enil. Or...I may remain, a course that offers the possibility to build something real, something worthwhile."

"Then you've chosen to stay?" Dominax asked as he turned towards her, meeting her blue gaze with a sliver of elation.

Irith nodded, unable to contain the fire of yearning from her eyes. The yearning for purpose, for a future, for..."You've granted me a gift, Dominax. One that I cannot refuse. I...want the family you offer, want it more than anything I've ever desired. There is no one left waiting for me back home, only ahead. I..."

Dominax leaned forwards, pressing his lips against hers. He tasted her sweet scent, a sensation he had desired every day for the last two years.

They finally separated, leaving Irith momentarily speechless before she cautiously reached out and gently clasped his hands in hers. "This...I..." she stammered, only to lean back in. Her grip tightened, the stirring in her loins begging to act on the unshakable thoughts that had plagued her for months.

Their lips parted, and he already longed to feel her warmth once more. "You've chosen well, my Empress. You shall have what you seek, for you have sought it willingly." He said, and though his words came coldly, he was surprised by the surging wave of relief that coursed through him. Could this being truly have made such an impact upon him?

She pulled herself closer, their chests nearly touching. "Then you've spoken truthfully?"

"Indeed." He replied as he let go of her hands, instead placing his own on her tight waist. The feeling of her bare skin nearly sent a shiver through his body, craving her touch.

An overjoyed grin played across her sensual face, and she pulled him into yet another kiss as their bodies met. Finally, she felt the hard muscles beneath his one-suit, flaming her feminine yearning.

Feeling her firm breasts against him, he moved to gently nibble her neck before whispering in her ear. "Here is the defining moment, a crossroads of fate. Seize it, make it your own."

Irith bit her lip, holding him close. Her soft hand slithered down his surface, pausing only for a moment before caressing the bulge of his manhood through the chimira-silk. A moan escaped her lips, feeling its size. "I've...waited so long..."

"As have I." He said, caressing the gorgeous curves of her wide hips. "I shall wait no longer..."

The heat of their mutual lust burned between them, male against female. Dominax carefully led her away from the trench, moving towards one of the miscellaneous cushions. With a hard yank he pulled away the dusty protective sheet, revealing the immaculate silky orange-gold fabric beneath.

Irith released a playful cry as he pushed her onto the cushion, witnessing the hunger in his silver eyes as he pounced on top of her.

Pulling away her revealing top, Dominax gazed upon his prize, two utterly flawless breasts. He took them gently into his hands, feeling their weight as she laid back in an aura of feminine beauty.

She placed a hand on his forearm as he moved to open the groin slit of his suit, granting him a far more loving smirk than she had ever displayed in his presence. "No, my Emperor...I shall see all of you if I am to accept you..."

Gazing into her eyes he nodded in response, straightening up before beginning to remove his one-suit. The black fabric slid down his torso, revealing every inch of his skin until he was entirely nude before her.

Irith's virgin womanhood tingled with desire, finally greeted by the sight of his bare cock as he remained kneeling between her legs. She studied the powerful body of the man claiming to be a living God, making note of each of his many deep scars.

In turn, Dominax reached down to unfasten her belt, slowly pulling away her skirt. At long last, as the fabric gently fell away, he viewed the holy valley between her womanly legs. Young and fertile, its soft pink lips waited for his seed. The white tattoos decorating her abdomen ended just above her crotch, as if inviting him to venture forth.

"You are...flawless." He said, placing his hands onto her strong thighs. His cock throbbed, desperate to plunge into her warm embrace.

"Please...be gentle." She requested, laying her hand on his. "No man has touched me."

Granting her a nod, Dominax carefully leaned over her, holding himself above her as he used one hand to gently caress her moist folds.

Irith released an aroused whine, never having felt the sensation of another's fingers against her womanhood. Her body reacted with a mix of hesitation and excitement, already wet from unbearable anticipation.

His fingers brushed over her labia, feeling just how utterly ready they were to accept his cock. His lust raged through his body, threatening to overtake him if he did not act.

Carefully, he lined up his tip, allowing it to touch her folds for the first time. She gazed into his eyes, feeling an intense trust as she nodded for him to continue. He slowly pressed forwards, sliding his cock just past the tight entrance to her virgin vagina.

She shivered with lust, a pressure building in her groin as it began to stretch around his manhood. With great care he reached her hymen, moving incredibly slowly as he gently pushed past its thin barrier.

A slight cry passed through her lips at the pain of her virginity tearing away, causing her to grab his arms tightly as her back began to arch.

Creeping forwards his cock pushed deeper and deeper, taking ample time to minimize her pain. She gradually adjusted to his size, allowing him to venture further. Eventually, with painstaking slowness he pressed against her cervix, filling her entirely.

She held onto him firmly, her body finally experiencing the sensation of a man. The limitations of her mere fingers were fully evident, for truly no other feeling may compare to true copulation. The young and pliable walls of her vagina caressed his shaft, holding it tightly as if it were desperate to never release him.

A small trickle of blood leaked from her lower lips, the final remnants of her virginity dripping away. The red stained the silk of the cushion, a permanent reminder of the interlocking of their loins.

Taking great care, he began to pump his hips, sliding in and out of her goddess-like body. Her existence served his ambitions, served his plans, yet the reluctance to hurt her came from an affection that was begrudgingly genuine.

Irith gazed into his eyes, pushing through the pain as pleasure steadily built inside of her. His large shaft was created only to breed, a fate her womb craved.

"Am I hurting you, my little Empress?" He asked, releasing a breath of pent-up arousal.

She shook her head, gritting her teeth as he moved in and out of her snug tunnel with short and slow thrusts.

Pleased, he gradually increased his speed, his cock burning with pleasure. He had claimed her, a goal long in the making. To finally taste her sweet depths, to breed a pussy truly worthy of his seed, the hardness of his erection was nearly painful.

He leaned in, pressing their lips together as he rocked his hips back and forth atop her. She closed her eyes, lost in the moment she truly became a woman. A moan passed from her lips, her body quivering each time he sank himself fully.

Their interlocked bodies bathed in the light of the setting sun, the red illumination slowly fading with each passing minute. Dominax used his left hand to travel to her side, caressing her smooth skin as her grip tightened on his right. Her now free hand moved to the back of his head, running her fingers passionately through his dark hair.

His left hand settled onto her breast, a perfectly round orb of womanly flesh that would soon nurture his children. The image of his potential son ran through his mind, suckling from his mother's perky nipple. Dominax shuddered, gently biting Irith's bottom lip in primal heat.

Irith held him closely, feeling his powerful form atop her. The delicate fingers of her left hand traveled along his muscles, imagining the battles he must have fought. His seed was certain to grant her strong and healthy children, the family she had always desired. The memory of their own conflict poured through her, recalling the power he had wielded as their opposing armies had collided. The fear she had felt upon witnessing the fire and lightning radiating from his fingers from across the battlefield...she groaned against him.

The exceptional tightness of her vagina drove Dominax wild, its walls squeezing and caressing every inch of his shaft. Yet where he had roughly pounded himself into countless slave girls and worshipers, he found himself thrusting into Irith with a slow yet deep intensity. Each thrust felt electrified, a steady rhythm pushing their loins together then apart.

Irith nuzzled his neck, each sensual moan tingling against his skin as she whispered into his ear. "I want...your seed, my God Emperor...oooohhh..."

Dominax's jaw tightened as lust raged through him, his balls aching with anticipation. Two long years of waiting, of subtle manipulation, and her womb would finally be his. He could have forced himself upon her at any time, tasted the delectable pleasures of her body against her will yet it would have all been a waste. Though he would have gained the powerful heir he desired, he needed her mind, her willingness. He needed...Dominax could not bring himself to admit that he desired her heart. What was love to a God Emperor if not a weakness?

"Dominax...oooohhhh I want you, please...finish inside..." Irith moaned, knowing full well of what she asked for. Through their endless talks she had learned of his unmatched potency, knowing that his seed was almost certain to get her fertile young body pregnant. She wanted it, craved the pleasure of motherhood. She kissed his neck before brushing her sensual lips against his ear. "Give me your child...and I shall be eternally yours...."

Wrapping his arms around her neck Dominax held her as close as possible, his body pinning her beneath him as he continued to buck his hips against her. She groaned in bliss, their flesh grinding into each other.

His arousal burned brighter, and brighter, every ounce of his existence desiring only to knock up the gorgeous female beneath him. Her womanhood quivered, desperate for his baby.

Groaning like a ferocious lixidion breeding its mate, Dominax plunged his cock into her depths, his tip pressed against her cervix as he began to orgasm.

Irith gasped in pleasure, wrapping her strong feminine legs around his waist and holding onto him as tightly as possible. His viscous liquid spurted into her, causing her to clench her eyes shut and bask in the moment of their child's conception. Her body screamed in ecstasy, receiving the very thing she had wished for. The father she had never known, the mother who had perished in childbirth, and the twin brother fallen in battle. Only she remained, a woman who lived to support her kin yet held none to speak of. She would birth her own, create a new purpose and legacy for herself. She would finally be...content.

Breathing heavily, they remained locked together, cradling each other as the night sky swept away the red illumination overhead. Utterly satisfied, Dominax could hardly move, hardly think about anything beyond the walls of the future throne room. Hundreds of thousands of lives depended on his rule, yet in that moment only his Empress held value.

Dominax felt a trickle of liquid against his neck, and he pulled his head back in surprise to see tears streaming down Irith's gorgeous cheeks. "Are you...in pain?"

Irith shook her head, smiling up at him. "No Dominax...that was...perfect." She said, pulling him back down to lay atop her. He remained buried in her womanhood, neither of them wanting their loins to depart.

"Yes...perfect."