Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 19

Xenia grasped their hands, slowly leading them over towards a wooden table. "Come then, let us attempt to coax moans that shall reach poor old Galis!"

Elmia eagerly obeyed, taking a seat upon the table and resting her womanly rump on the smooth wooden surface. Several leather straps had been fastened directly to the wood, yet before laying down to accept her place she rested her hand lovingly upon Dominax's scarred chest. "Hold a moment...I must know something. Holy God Emperor Dominax...tell me, are the rumors...true?"

In response he slowly lifted his hand between them, allowing her to watch in amazement as electricity danced within flame upon his palm. "Every. Word."

Elmia's eyes burned with a mixture of awe and passion, pressing her lips deeply against his before finally laying on her back. "My god...I could never doubt your worship..."

"That god is about to put a baby in your belly, little whore..." Xenia teased, already working to secure the straps after pulling Elmia's arms high above her head, binding her to the table. The young woman's legs were then parted, restraining her knees as far apart as possible. Xenia ran her finger over the girl's vulnerable vagina, returning her now soaking wet finger to her lips as she sensually licked away the juices. "My lord, she is UTTERLY ready..."

Taking the initiative, Dominax lined himself up with the waist high table, her womanhood in the perfect position to be used. He lightly slapped her waiting labia with his shaft, beginning to slide it over her folds with a slight rocking of his hips.

Elmia moaned, feeling the cock that would sire her child sliding against her sex. "Oooohhh your holiness...please, I can wait no longer!"

"As you wish." He replied with a sneer, pulling back before driving his tip to part her lower lips. A groan escaped her bound form as he slowly pushed into her, sinking into her depths.

Xenia fondled her firm breast as she watched her mate penetrate the girl's eager womanhood, feeling an ache deep within her womb. Her loins tingled, demanding attention.

Elmia was far from the tightest lover he had encountered, a result of a past of promiscuity. Yet her soaking tunnel caressed his manhood lovingly, desperate to satiate the lust that the cruel twins had built inside her. She felt Xenia caress her restrained arm, felt the intensity of a woman watching her lover breed another female.

Leaving her place at the side of the table only briefly Xenia retrieved two of the feathers, returning to stand over her victim with a smirk. Slowly, as Dominax rocked his hips in and out of the girl's vagina, Xenia ran her fine tipped instruments over Elmia's torso.

The feather danced over her ribs, inciting the helpless girl to giggle as she clenched her abs. Dominax felt her tighten slightly at the added stimulation, sliding in and out as he used her spread thighs for leverage.

Up and down the feather swept, electrifying every nerve it passed over as it traveled down to her navel, then back up to the underside of her shapely breasts. Elmia swooned under the light assault, her body pierced on The God Emperor's cock.

"H...harder...your holiness..." she moaned, her fingers curling above her head. He eagerly obliged, his hips slamming into her with each thrust.

"My, what a little slut we have in our possession!" Xenia chuckled, her feather arcing upwards to slowly encircle Elmia's left nipple.

"I ooooohhhh....am yours, my lord...." She moaned in response, utterly open and exposed to their desires. The leather straps held firm against her skin, pinning her to the table with no hope of escape. She bit her lip, leaning her head back to bask in her bound predicament.

Like a blade cutting down a foe, the feather ran across the side of Elmia's sensitive bud, its thin edge running over the pink surface. Xenia watched her victim squirm, delighted by the view.

With each thrust of his hips the table lightly squeaked, the tingling sensation of raw sex trickling throughout his large cock. She could not resist, nor did she desire to in the slightest. The entirety of her existence narrowed down to a single, beautiful moment of complete submission to her God Emperor. Her body craved his length, begging to be his.

"Your thighs are quivering Elmia..." Xenia breathed as her feather increased its pace at brushing the girl's nipple, her voice flowing with arousal. "Such a sensitive little thing, aren't you?"

Elmia moaned, shifting in her bindings as her womanhood was ravished by Dominax. "P..please...don't...aaahhh...stop!"

"Never, for a king...aaahhh...shall be sired this night..." Dominax replied, their loins slamming together.

A wave of lust overcame Xenia, finally deciding that she had solely indulged her sight long enough. She unhooked the belt of her loincloth, allowing it to flutter to the ground before gracefully mounting the table. Positioning herself to face Dominax she straddled Elmia's face, hovering her bare sex above her lips. "Please your mistress, slut..."

Elmia beamed with eagerness as she licked the outer folds of Xenia's labia, tasting her ample wetness. In response, Xenia lowered herself further, pressing her lower lips against the girl's lips.

Dominax watched with interest as Elmia's tongue plunged into her slit, greedily lapping at her tormenter's juices. Xenia fondled her own breast with her free hand, her breath heavy as her hips subtly rocked against the young woman's mouth.

With the strength of a God he continued to slam into her needy vagina, thrusting wildly. Xenia reached down, griping Elmia's throat while resuming her cruel strokes of the feather. Her hand lightly squeezed, beginning to choke the poor girl.

Elmia squirmed under her attackers, unable to breath as Dominax's tip crashed into her deepest depths with each movement. Her body seized, ecstasy washing through her as she succumbed to orgasm.

Xenia laughed through her moans, holding the girl's neck firmly before finally easing her grip. "This is...ahhh...quite a first, cum for me...aahhh...little slut!"

Able to breathe once more she inhaled the sweet feminine scent of Xenia's loins, deepening her climax as she quivered helplessly. The feather targeted her underarm with sadistic precision, causing her to strain her bindings in a vain attempt to lower her arms.

Xenia felt her victim struggle beneath her, Elmia's cries muffled by her womanhood. Again she increased her grip, repeatedly stifling her breath before easing after several grueling moments.

"Careful...aaahhh...Xenia, her father will...aaahhh...notice bruises..." The soft skin of Elmia's thighs slightly reddened under Dominax's grip, his lust insatiable after such a sight. Her womb called to him, intoxicatingly close.

"Oh? Could such a man...ooohhh...truly make a protest to a god?" She moaned, her feather licking up and down Elmia's underarm. "Perhaps he'd even thank you...aahhhh...for exposing what an utter slut his precious daughter is!"

Elmia shuttered in pleasure, once again feeling the constricting grip around her delicate neck. Such words plunged her deeper into bliss, her body aching in meek obedience. If Galis could see her now...could see her conquered in such a way...

Juices flowed around Dominax's shaft as Elmia was once more overtaken by climax, the leather straps unyielding to her struggles. He was close, so very close...

Xenia leaned forwards, granting Dominax a deep kiss before gazing into his eyes. "She is yours...my master, my God Emperor...claim her. Fill her womb with your child...as is your right!"

Dominax reached out and cupped Xenia's chin, holding her firmly. "I shall, have no doubt...ahhh...of that..."

Pursing her gorgeous lips Xenia eased herself from his grasp, her hips grinding firmly against the young woman's tongue, a tongue that desperately explored the vagina that had already bore The God Emperor a daughter. There was no hope that Elmia's bastard would ever be a threat to Vixin, for Vixin was the TRUE heir to House Vaid. Yes, little Cendra had technically been born first, yet without her overstepping mother there remained no shield to block Xenia's intricate influence. She bit her lip, her shapely thighs quenching around Elmia's head as she climaxed at the thought. Her abundant juices squirted furiously, soaking the girl's face.

Yes, she'd ensure that Vixin rose above the rest, a true Empress in the making. Not Cendra, nor whatever vile spawn emerged from Irith's spoiled loins. "Tread lightly Irith, for you may find yourself on the end of a blade of your own making..." she thought to herself, riding out the remnants of her pleasure.

Faster, harder, Dominax could not tame his powerful thrusts. The edge of his limits was steadily approaching, each moment pushing him closer. He could not be stopped, for nothing in the world could prevent his seed from flooding his mate's womanhood.

The instant of ecstasy struck, engulfing his cock in screaming sensitivity as the orgasm that would decide the destiny of a Kingdom flowed through him. Thick ropes of cum erupted from his tip as he continued to thrust, pushing himself through the agonizing sensitivity before finally ramming his shaft fully inside for a final time. His testicles pulsed, pumping streaming jets of divine seed into his lover's fertile body.

Bound, breathless, and drenched in feminine fluids, Elmia groaned deeply into Xenia's lower lips as she achieved her third climax. Her body cried out in joy, receiving the sperm that would create a future King.

The course of history had been settled, for the fate of the East lay entirely in their interlocked loins.

Only now could the birth of The Empire's third Kingdom truly begin.

17th of Fixuin, 1 AVE.

Kingdom of Vaidrin, Domani.

The streets of the capital swarmed with humans as they went about their day. Herbalists hauling their crops to the market atop colorfully scaled Lixidions, metalworkers making their way to their forges, merchants bartering their wares for other valuable, slaves scurrying about to fulfill their masters' tasks, even several Sages either preforming public matings or loudly preaching the dictates of The God Emperor's blossoming religion.

In all the commotion it was not difficult to overlook the four robed figures maneuvering through the crowd. Even still, their odd appearance managed to draw the attention of several passers-by, for all possessed the telltale curved horns and dark gray skin of the Arkos species. Other Arkos individuals resided within the city here or there, and thus no one made a move to question nor expel the four concealed women.

"Magnificent..." One of the Arkos women stated in a hushed tone, gazing up at The Grand Pyramid as it had already begun to tower over Domani. The clattering of construction continued to ring out across the city, as thousands of servants slaved away under the sun.

"The beacon of a tyrant." Another countered in their native language, holding her poisoned gauntlet close to her body beneath her robe as a nude slave nearby bumped into her. "A challenge we shall meet."

"Then come, we are nearly there." A third replied, leading them down a branching alleyway. They would observe their target, memorize his schedule and habits. Only then, when the optimal opportunity presented itself, Holy Kromak's will would finally be done.

"Rest easy upon your throne, tyrant, for your followers shall soon be in need of a new god."