Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 19

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 Fonic, 1 AVE.

Kingdom of Vaidrin, Domani.

"Bring him in." The order seeped through Dominax's insidious grin, seated in his lofty place at the head of the table. The newly completed dinning chamber of The Grand Pyramid flowed with slaves and royal servants, each attending to prominent guests partaking in the monthly feast.

The massive chamber was sectioned into three raised levels, each a human's height higher than the last and possessing its own table intricately carved of stone. The main doors led directly onto the lowest level, each step-like tier gaining in height as they proceeded to the far wall of the chamber. The sloping floor connecting each level was etched into stairs, creating a single hill-like floor with shallow gutters carrying trickling water along the outer walls of the chamber.

Surrounded by the most prominent of his guests at the top table, Dominax steepled his fingers as he watched the nearest slave girl descend the steps to retrieve their latest guest. The necessity for such gatherings was clear to him, albeit begrudgingly. The God Emperor enjoyed lording upon his throne, listening to the requests of the commoners and issuing decisions that may settle their grievances. Yet to be surrounded by his underlings, the lower rulers of The Empire's lands? Dominax was only grateful for the enormous chamber's open and spacious feeling.

His two concubine Empresses sat closely beside him, Irith cradling her heavily pregnant belly while Xenia studied the female slaves dancing erotically atop the table with visible delight. Steps carved into each stone table allowed the women to easily take their place in the center, the majority of the table acting as a stage more so than a surface to eat upon. Lalian's food remained untouched, his entire focus centered on the writhing females. Both Cendra and Vixin were intended to flank their father's lovers, yet Cendra had opted to settle herself directly in Clin's lap. The young princess innocently snuggled against the blonde warrior's chest, who clumsily held her as if not quite certain how to handle the affectionate child.

The departed slave soon returned, leading along a pair of dark-haired humans. The visibly older of the pair, a squat and somewhat stocky man with a tanned complexion, was immediately recognizable as High-Chief Galis of Elmia. The independent ruler of a lonely settlement to the East, the man had requested to speak before The God Emperor. Yet, it was the second of the pair that caught Dominax's silver eyes. The young woman was nearly the same height as her male companion, dressed in a thin skirt that ended halfway down her shapely thighs. Her moderate breasts were held by a typical wrapped top, leaving the remainder of her torso exposed. Her black hair was cut neatly to just above chin length, while her body seemed to draw gazes towards her wide hips and round rump.

Galis kneeled, bowing his head as he yanked the girl's wrists to follow his example.

"Rise, High-Chief Galis, and join us as our honored guests." Dominax commanded, gesturing towards an empty chair. "I apologize, as we hadn't expected you to bring company." He continued, waving dismissively at High Lord Voris of the Tarin District. The old man snorted in annoyance though arose to grant the woman his seat before shuffling off.

"Apologies, God Emperor Dominax. I am pleased to present my daughter, Elmia." Galis replied as he took his place at the table, gesturing to his companion. He spoke with a faint accent, harsh and seemingly unrefined. The girl bowed her head respectfully, eyeing Dominax with curiosity.

Salduin chuckled lightheartedly, seated beside Clin. "Elmia? Named for your settlement, or the settlement for her?"

"The former. We are an ancient people, my lord." Galis remarked firmly.

"So I've heard." Dominax replied dryly. "You are free to indulge in our food, the sight of our women, yet let us address the purpose of your requested meeting without delay. Are you here to pledge yourself to The Empire, Galis? The last human High-Chiefdom, finally prepared to fall beneath The Throne of Vaid?"

Elmia glanced nervously towards her father, yet the man's expression remained firm. "You give voice to what my people have pondered since the moment rumors of your Godhood caressed our borders. Yet, I come with something...more. An offer."

Hesin eyed the man suspiciously through the legs of the dancing slaves, his one-eyed mask laying on the table as he ate. He had placed himself directly across from Clin, attempting to be as far away from the man as he could manage "Of what sort? You must surely know that it is an honor to dine in the presence of The God Emperor, yet you risk a test of our patience?"

The dark-haired High-Chief bowed his head once more. "Of course, and thus I would not have requested such an honor if I did not bring something of true value. Indeed, we are prepared to pledge ourselves to The Vaid Empire your holiness, as many of our people have already converted to your worship. Yet, we stand on an opportunity with such a joining, a chance to elevate Elmia to greatness in a way that shall only benefit The Empire further. You know of our struggles in the East. The Human Basin's rainforests constrict us on all sides more so than any other region! We've hardly expanded beyond our ancient borders, as only the lands we've fought to secure over generations provide protection against the forest's wildlife."

"I've read of your wildlife." Lalian interjected with a shiver, momentarily taking his Lanthian eyes off a dancing slave spreading her bare legs for him. "Such hideous monstrosities...I am only grateful that the mighty river separates us from the worst of these lands."

Xenia teasingly smirked at the green man before turning her attention towards Galis. "Then what could a High-Chiefdom surrounded by such difficulties possibly provide The Empire?"

"Ah, knowledge, Empress Xenia." He replied with an ambitious grin. "We have struggled to gain more than a foothold in the East for centuries. Little progress has been made, but you? An Empire with legions ready to serve? You'd make short work of our wild tormentors. Thus, I offer you this. Provide us resources, manpower, warriors, and we shall use our knowledge of the landscape and wildlife to clear away the danger such creatures provide. We shall found colonies under the rule of The Empire and initiate the formation of an entirely new Kingdom in lands that are otherwise unconquerable."

Xenia watched Dominax lean back in his seat, considering the proposition. She felt Vixin's small hands nudge her thigh, and she turned to pick the child up from her chair. Xenia pulled her top to expose her breast, allowing the six-year-old princess to begin gently suckling at her perky nipple. She caught the sneaky gaze of Lalian as he attempted to quickly look away, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and utter hatred.

"An interesting offer Galis, one that is mutually beneficial to be sure." Dominax said as he casually rested his hand onto Irith's belly, caressing it gently. The Empress placed her hand onto his, both of them feeling the developing child inside. "I have given some thought as to how the East should be pacified. Truthfully I cannot spare the resources to forcibly gain a foothold while The Northern Kingdoms turn their eyes upon us, yet local knowledge may make it possible."

"Such would be a slow process to be sure, yet one that is more than worthwhile, your holiness." Galis replied with enthusiasm. "The Empire's lands would nearly double in size, as well as alleviate generations of strife amongst my people."

"And benefit you personally, correct?" Hesin questioned with a skeptical glare. "What would a man such as yourself request for this...generous offer of cooperation?"

Galis and Elmia shared a glance of worry. "That...is true, Lord Hesin. We do have requests of our own. To be blunt...in return for pledging ourselves to The Vaid Empire and providing our knowledge it is my desire that I be granted the title of King over the new Kingdom that shall arise from our unification."

Dominax chuckled, though he did not dismiss the prospect outright. Galis wasn't Foin, wasn't a man sticking out his hand to accept a position he hadn't earned. He'd provide knowledge, guidance, a true contribution to the founding of the realm he requested. Yet...the fact remained; such a thing would still be impossible without the fruits of Dominax's actions. The inheritor of The God Emperor's efforts must be of his blood. "Ah, there is a price for such a request, Galis."

The dark-haired man nodded knowingly, a look of solace in his eyes as he lowered his voice to a conspiratorial tone. He chose his next words very...carefully. "Yes your holiness, I am just as aware of the unspoken truth of King Foin as the rest of you at this table. The whispers of what was done to the man...of the reality of his heir, there must be no human ruler who hasn't at least overheard such rumors."

A malicious smile played across Dominax's face, his silver eyes slightly glowing. "Interesting, then you know of what I require."

"I...do, your holiness." Galis replied, taking a final glance at his daughter before continuing. "That is why I have brought an...offering of sorts, an alternative. The fate of King Foin's bloodline is one that no man should accept...one I'll avoid at all costs. Thus, I offer the company of Elmia here, in the hopes that she shall provide me a worthy heir, if you take my meaning..."

Dominax's grin only widened with amusement, receiving an accepting bow of the head from Elmia. Such a bold man, aiming to avoid his cuckolding by providing the womb of his own daughter. Such behavior was not unfounded, however, for the greatest compliment a human male could receive is the stated desire of another to sleep with his daughter. Such a statement directly praised a man's seed, for it proved that he had sired an individual worthy of breeding. Yet, to have a father directly offer his daughter's body was...rarer.

"It is my intention to make said grandchild the heir to my potential throne, father known or otherwise..." Galis continued, leaving the offer that all at the table understood unsaid.

"An intriguing alternative..." Dominax said, studying Elmia's womanly features. His bloodline would continue on Galis's throne, just as it would on Foin's. Known by many, yet unacknowledged as a potential threat to Dominax's true heirs. He felt Irith's hand tighten nearly imperceptibly on his own, yet she made no objection. They were not in The Northern Kingdoms, were not bondmates, and thus his loins would act as he saw fit. "I am tempted to accept, as the East shall eternally lay in my ambitions. It must be stabilized and developed eventually, with or without your guidance."

Galis's expression eased somewhat in relief. "Then what better time to act?"

Dominax nodded. "I shall indeed consider your offer, High-Chief Galis. In the meantime, stay. Enjoy the pleasures of Domani. I believe Elmia shall find herself preoccupied one of these nights..."

A sly grin crept onto Elmia's lips, folding her hands in her lap. "One can hope. If I am to find myself with child while under your hospitality...then my father and I shall know that we truly carry your divine favor."

45th of Fonic, 1 AVE.

Kingdom of Vaidrin, Domani.

A knock of the door came into the later parts of the evening, just as the majority of Domani's population prepared to settle down for the night amongst their families and lovers.

Dominax's fingers slipped from Irith's grasp as she watched him stand from the royal bed, the comforts of which she hadn't yet grown accustomed to in any real way. Several months of luxury could not stand against a lifetime of encampment tents, even when considering her spoiled time as Dominax's prisoner. Still, she wished that Enil could see her now, to rest peacefully knowing that she was secure in the life they had never truly considered to be within their reach.

Draping himself in an exquisite robe of white chimira-silk, Dominax opened the door to be greeted by the presence of Xenia as the guards outside the door remained kneeling to greet her. "Ah, we had wondered when you'd return for the night."

"Apologies, though certain business required my attention." She replied as she clasped her hands behind her back, granting him the smirk that he had been on the receiving end of for six years now. "I believe it shall interest you as well, for it concerns our little guest..."

"Oh? Then perhaps I shall pay the bearer of a future King a visit." He replied, utterly intrigued by the sensual glimmer in Xenia's eyes. Elmia had been granted ample time to settle into her temporary Domanian life, and thus it was time for her to fulfill her purpose.

"My thoughts exactly." Xenia replied before leaning to peer past him into the room. "You may come if you'd like, little Northern Flower..."

Oh, how the healer's words could put Irith on edge...always sensing as if every movement and action was somehow studied by the dark-haired concubine. Irith merely shook her head, placing her hand tenderly onto her belly as she cradled the fragile life inside. "I shall not interrupt. Go, do what you must."

"Very well, we shall return shortly." Dominax said before he offered his hand to his lover. Xenia accepted the gesture, wrapping his arm in hers as she led him away from the door.

"Such a prude..." Xenia chuckled with only the slightest hint of venom in her voice as they slowly followed along the winding corridors. It was impossible to discern where the old passageways of The Royal Stronghold ended and the new halls of The Grand Pyramid began. The smaller structure had been entirely consumed, buried within the gargantuan walls of the unfinished Pyramid and incorporated as a small collection of miscellaneous chambers waiting to be repurposed. Only the royal sleeping quarters and throne room retained their original purpose as the completed lower sections of the Pyramid were gradually put into use, a temporary measure until their larger counterparts were fully built.

"You know that's not true." He replied as they navigated the maze-like halls. Each servant and guard they passed along the wide corridors bowed in holy respect, often lowering themselves fully to the stone floor while muttering semi-audible prayers. The ornately carved white walls of the passageways flickered warmly with torchlight, as if it were an endless cozy tomb for a dead God.

Deeper and deeper they traveled, descending various main stairways until they were certainly below ground. What could be seen from the surface was merely the beginning, for a network of uncountable chambers and tunnels continued below the surface. Just as opulent and finely constructed as the rest of the structure, it was entirely possible to become lost amongst the organized yet vast complex of underground rooms and passageways. Slave quarters, baths, storage chambers, all could be found beneath The Capital.

They traversed the final hall, greeted by a wooden door that Xenia quickly unlocked. As he entered the room, his silver eyes were instantly drawn to its center, as the nude form of Elmia hung from the ceiling by her bound wrists. Similarly, chains restrained her ankles to the cool floor, stretching her curvy body. Both Pria and Pilsi attended to their prisoner, each holding colorful feathers that they appeared to take great pleasure in running meticulously over the helpless girl's delicate skin. Elmia moaned into the gag wrapped around her mouth, her body straining and squirming with each movement of the cruel feathers.

"Welcome, my God Emperor. Mistress Xenia has prepared quite the mate for you tonight..." Pria purred, her feather gliding over the sensitive abs of The High-Chief's daughter. Torchlight flickered over the white walls, illuminating a variety of instruments and chains intended for crude purposes.

"Is that so?" He questioned, feeling a rising tension as he watched the girl struggle in her bindings. The future of an entire kingdom lay upon Elmia's womb, a union that must NOT be risked. "You overstep, my Empress. What do you believe shall happen when she leaves this chamber and informs Galis?"

Xenia slipped her arm from his embrace, sensually striding over to her victim. Encircling her as if taunting her prey, her fingernails lightly traced over Elmia's midriff, causing the girl to nearly shake as her chains rattled. "Oh, worry not my lord, this one here is quite the freak. The day your bargain was struck she approached me and asked...no, begged for this...a girl truly after my own heart. She shall fulfill her father's end of the deal, on her terms..."

An insidious grin poked at Dominax's lips as he folded his arms. "She requested this? A temporary dungeon?"

"Oh yes, master." Pilsi replied as her feather ran lightly up and down Elmia's side. The twin slave appeared to be in the final stages of pregnancy, the latest of many. "We've spent the last hour preparing her for you."

Elmia's muffled moans echoed quietly through the small chamber, nodding to him as the tip of Pria's feather attacked her underarm.

"Very well, it appears that we've had quite the curiosity fall into our grasp." He said, gesturing from Pilsi to his robe. The pregnant slave hurried over to him, her nimble fingers caressing his chest as she slowly pulled away the fine fabric. The robe cascaded to the floor, leaving him bare before his females. "I shall waste no time in sampling this gorgeous oddity."

With a signal from Xenia the twins set about unchaining their victim, allowing Elmia to stand on shaking legs as her hands were released. Their mistress waved them off with a dismissive hand, pulling away Elmia's gag. "You two may go, as we shall delve into this delectable feast on our own." She commanded, just before harshly grabbing Elmia's short black hair and pulling her into a hard kiss.

Both twins bowed obediently, making their way towards the door. Dominax approached his lovers for the night, placing his hands on their womanly hips.

Their lips separating with a lingering tenderness, Elmia turned to gaze upon the source of the numerous rumors that had crept their way into her lands. She made no move to cover herself, but instead seemed to openly display her voluptuous form with glee. "Your holiness...I've eagerly awaited this moment..."

His hands gently caressed her skin, exploring her curves as he assessed his mate. "Galis's seed has done well, for you are truly worthy of bearing a king. Tell me, does your father know of your...interests?" He asked, nodding to the hanging chains.

Steadily, Elmia gained control over her quivering legs, her face flush with arousal after the lengthy torment. "Oh yes, he's aware. He disapproves, of course...yet he's made no move to discourage such activities..."