Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 24

"It shall be loved..." she continued, moaning as she nuzzled against his neck. "Whatever form or power...our child will be cared for. Give me it...my love, grant me our baby..."

In response Dominax carefully reached down towards her thighs, maneuvering her legs upwards before pinning them to her sides. With her knees bent, her feet remained raised in the air as he pressed her harder against the cushion of the bed, her lower lips utterly under his control. Positioned in a true mating position, she could only hold him close as he rocked in and out of her with gradually increasing intensity.

"F...fuck me...my love..." she moaned, claimed by his passion. "Knock me up...I MUST bear your child..."

Grunting through waves of consuming bliss, only his gorgeous Concubine Empress held the entirety of his focus. Defending against assassination, developing an entirely new kingdom to the west, his concerns melted away in a haze of electric satisfaction.

Held beneath her lover Irith could hardly withstand the emotions swirling inside of her. The absolute pleasure of his cock, the craving of her womb to be fertilized, the love burning between them, it nearly proved to be too much. Her deep blue eyes clenched shut, focusing on the delight of their breeding.

"I'm close...my love." He warned, his thrusts noticeably increasing in frequency. "A future God Emperor...shall be sired this night..."

"Gods yeeesss...please, unleash all of it...ahhh...inside me...." She moaned. "My body is...delectably fertile for you..."

His limit was on the horizon, approaching quickly. Each pump of his hips shot sensitive tingles of intensity through his loins, every telltale sign of imminent orgasm crashing through his body and mind.

"Give me...your heir..." Irith whispered into his ear.

The effect was instant, as what seemed like an immense wave of overwhelming sensitivity seized the nerves of his cock, forcing him to desperately buck his hips as he finally achieved the climax that would impact the very course of history.

Irith clenched as she felt his seed begin to spurt inside of her, filling her with a deep warmth as his potency crashed against her cervix. The emotions welling within her overflowed at the sensation, sending her into a toe-curling orgasm of her own. Her body shook, experiencing an utter sense of love towards her mate as he fertilized her beautiful body.

Their loins remained locked together, intent on conception as they lay convulsing against each other. Tears of love began to pour from her eyes as her orgasm finally began to fade, kissing Dominax deeply.

What seemed like an eternity passed before he finally willed himself to roll off of her, utterly satisfied.

She lowered her feet to the surface of the bed, raising her hips slightly upwards. When he granted her a questioning look, she wiped the liquid from her eyes and smiled. "I shall not allow...a single drop to leak...my love."

After a moment he chuckled, placing his hand upon her midriff. "You did well...Irith. I have no doubt that this child...shall rise to rule..."

Irith placed her hand atop his, holding her flat belly together. "Then a God Emperor I shall carry..."

50th of Thriduin, 9 AVE.

Kingdom of Vaidrin, Domani.

Five years of navigating Dominax's increased paranoia and Xenia was still no closer to Irith's downfall. She had been forced to watch their precious Nafalya pretend to be the heir, only to be utterly shamed as the vile whore fell pregnant once again.

There was no doubt that any additional children to spring from Irith's loins would only complicate matters further, and Xenia was not about to sit and watch a second child enjoy what was rightfully Vixin's. Something had to be done, and SOON.

Poison was completely off the table of possibilities, as Dominax's standard employment of Pintila worms had only increased since his failed assassination. The poison testing creatures were more of a thorn in her plans than ever before, for it would be impossible to utilize even the methods of Briza's downfall once more. Sure, she could sap Irith's energy using the same low amounts of poison, yet who would deliver the final blow? Guards protected Irith at every instant, as virtually the only moments that she remained unprotected were in the presence of Dominax. Xenia could attempt to slit her throat in her sleep, though she wasn't about to throw her life away on such an obvious crime.

"Mother, why won't you tell me why we're-" Vixin began to say, following closely behind as they made their way deeper into the rainforest.

"Hush now, mommy is thinking." She replied harshly, finally coming to a stop at the base of an overgrown tree. Of course the good little Irith would never bribe her guards to get away for a moment, as she and Vixin had. No, she was perfectly content to obey Dominax's absurd new rules.

Vixin gritted her teeth in frustration. "You can't just silence me like I'm some damned-"

"Quiet, here they come..." Xenia said as she heard the faint crunching of foliage nearby. A moment later, both Pria and Pilsi emerged from the trees.

Quickly the twins kneeled, bowing their heads. Even in the faint moonlight the round belly of Pilsi's latest pregnancy was more than obvious, and Vixin wondered just how many babies her father had forced these poor women to produce. Even still their beauty had held up remarkably well after so many births, and she couldn't help but bite her lip as Pria glanced up at her.

"Rise, there is little time to waste." Xenia commanded. "You've been informed of Concubine Empress Irith's pregnancy, correct?"

"Word tends to pass amongst the slaves, mistress." Pria replied with a nod as she rose to her feet.

Vixin turned to her mother in shock. "Another? No doubt father will have it Vaidimated."

A harsh scowl claimed Xenia's features. "Worry not, there will be NO further members of House Vaid until you inherit the throne my dear. That child shall not, cannot, be born!"

"Easier said than done." Vixin replied. "I have father's ear now. Perhaps if you grant me time, I can sway him to-"

Xenia waved her hand in dismissal. "There will be no compromise nor mercy. Our aims shall be achieved one way only, through blood."

"Yes mistress, we are prepared to serve." Pria said with utter conviction. "Guide us to where we must be to do our part, and we shall reduce Irith to no more than another Briza."

A grimace played across Xenia's lips as she rubbed the sides of her head. "Of course. I just need...time, a moment to think."

The group of four remained silent for what seemed to be an eternity, before Pilsi's quiet voice broke the quiet. "Mistress, may I speak?"

An annoyed wave of her hand was all that Xenia granted her.

Pilsi appeared hesitant, though she lovingly placed her hands upon her belly before finally mustering the courage to continue. "Respectfully, I have served you loyally for thirteen years. Never once have I questioned your orders, nor have I thought twice about my commitment to you."

"Oh? And you doubt me now?"

Pilsi shook her head. "I possess no doubt, but a request instead." She explained, her voice growing more confident as she held her unborn child. "I shall assist you in slaying Irith, yet in return, I wish for you to convince His Holiness to allow me to keep this child."

Xenia was taken aback by the slave's audacity, as never before had she shown a hint of defiance.

"I've offered no complaint as each of my children have been granted or sold to women and families devoted to The God Emperor...yet I..." Pilsi's composure began to slip, allowing her hand to subtly tremble. "I won't any longer...not with this baby. Boy or girl, it will NOT be taken from me."

Curious by the turn of events, Vixin watched as Pria gazed at her own twin in utter surprise.

"What is this nonsense?" Pria asked, whirling to face her. "That is our purpose! We birth his holy seed, and they are dispersed throughout The Empire. We don't act as...mothers to them!"

"Do not lecture me on our purpose! I've served, and now I ask for a single concession!" Pilsi yelled before turning back towards Xenia. "Please mistress...have I not been obedient? Have I not earned it? You've granted me my life when you purchased me, though I have no life. Convince His Holiness, and I shall be further in your debt than ever before."

Xenia clasped her chin, studying the pregnant woman's pleading expression. "And if I don't? If I decide that slaves don't get to make demands?"

Pilsi's expression hardened, and she nearly took a step back. "If that is the path you choose...then you will push me into a bargain that I never wanted to make."

"Such as?"

The slave woman straightened up. "You'll make this compromise and convince him...or I shall inform The God Emperor of your involvement in Briza's death."

Vixin looked towards her mother in worry, through to her surprise Xenia merely smiled. "That is a difficult bargain, though have I ever made myself unreasonable? Come now Pilsi, you've served me well over the years. If this is truly what you want, then allow me to do what I can."

Pilsi granted her a dubious expression. "This is not a matter I treat lightly, mistress."

"Nor do I." Xenia said as she stepped closer, placing her hands upon the woman's belly. "It does not surprise me that you'd desire to be a mother. There were...hints during our intimate moments. You two have pleased me expertly in that aspect as well..."

Vixin's cheeks lightly blushed, and she was thankful for the relative darkness of the hour.

"With all those moments between us, is it unthinkable that I'd grant you your reward?" Xenia asked as she gently cupped the slave's cheek.

"You'll...convince him then? Truly?" Pilsi asked with newfound hope.

"I can make no guarantees that he'll agree. Dominax can be a stubborn man, yet I shall speak to him." Xenia promised.

Pilsi's face lit up with joy, immediately embracing her mistress. "Thank you, my lady! I shall owe you for the rest of my life!"

"Indeed." She replied as she separated. "Though there is much to be done in the meantime. It is time to return to Domani, for the night is nearly over, though each of you must remain prepared. We have until Iahta before Irith's child is born. That CANNOT be allowed to occur. Do you understand?"

When they all nodded, she dismissed them with a wave.

Yet, as the twins turned away to begin their walk back to The Capital, Xenia's smile vanished as she turned towards Vixin. With a malicious nod to her daughter, she left little doubt of her intentions.

Assessing her mother's command, Vixin reached out, unleashing a burst of electricity from her fingertips. The blow crashed into Pilsi's unsuspecting back, just strong enough to send her stumbling to the floor.

As Vixin recovered from the use of power, Xenia seized the moment and unsheathed her dagger. Pilsi hurried to roll over, just in time to witness her mistress's quick approach.

"No compromises." Xenia repeated coldly, just as she brought the dagger downwards. The heavily pregnant slave could do little as the blade entered her throat, ending any possibility of spilling the truth of Briza.

Xenia slowly stood, turning to face Pria. The woman kept her eyes on her mistress as her twin silently perished. Pilsi's legs kicked and dug against the muddy ground as she clasped the fatal wound, unable to speak.

Within moments the sounds of gurgling ceased, leaving the three of them alone. Pria remained completely still, before finally dropping to her knees and bowing her head in acceptance.

"Good girl, you're as smart as I thought you were." Xenia said, loosening her grip upon her readied dagger. She then pointed it back towards the body. "Dispose of this traitor before you return to Domani. We may be able to play her disappearance off as a runaway."

Pria glanced at Pilsi, the body's features mostly concealed by darkness. She then returned her gaze with conviction in her eyes, nodding obediently. "It will be done, mistress."

"Good." Xenia replied, before both she and Vixin turned to leave the twins behind, severed forever.

However, in her haste to depart, she failed to recognize the watcher hidden amongst the thick foliage of the rainforest. A woman dressed in little more than a hooded robe, the thin silk leaving much of her skin on display.

A woman whose face remained concealed by a white chimira-steel mask.