Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 27

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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30th of Fonic, 9 AVE.

Kingdom of Vaidrin, Domani.

A chill ran across Pria's body, causing her to squirm in her bindings. How long had she been here, strapped to a table without a single piece of clothing to protect her from the damp air of the chamber?

She was in a part of the dungeon, that much was easy to deduce even with the blindfold over her eyes. It most likely wasn't the cell she had spent so many nights in since her arrest, though the system of underground corridors and chambers that made up The Grand Pyramid's dungeon was FAR too vast and complex to even begin to guess her exact location.

Her body ached, all four limbs locked to the table as far apart as possible. Additionally, she wasn't entirely horizontal nor vertical, as the table had been positioned to rest at a forty-five five degree angle which put a slight amount of pressure on her bindings, just enough to be noticeable.

Yet it was the anticipation she couldn't stand, lying entirely exposed and helpless. Anyone could attack her at any moment, as had happened numerous times in the days leading up to the trial.

It was only when her blindfold was suddenly removed within moments of hearing a door creak open that she was freed from her fears, though only for an instant.

"Hush now sweet one, I'm not here to hurt you." The man, or more appropriately the creature said. Pria had come to think of him as 'the stranger', the individual who had primarily been her caretaker during her imprisonment. It was a care that included whippings, beatings, spankings, and all manner of various punishments simply for being his prisoner.

The stranger, like all of his fellow Dungeon Guardians, was a human that could hardly be considered masculine in any way. If it weren't for his complete lack of clothing anyone could easily be tricked into thinking that he was nothing more than another female citizen of The Empire. However, it was his small, exposed manhood locked inside of its constricting chastity cage that truly gave away his real nature.

Pria attempted to pull away as he ran his finger over her midriff, her gag preventing a scream or even a complaint.

"You performed well at the trial...it's only a shame that you may have caused your own death. I suppose that is what a few days of convincing can achieve." He said, pressing closer to her. "You did so well in fact that I've decided to reward you."

A quiver ran through her, knowing full well that she wanted NO part in any reward he could grant.

The stranger crossed over to one of the many shelves lining the room, only returning when he found what he was looking for. He held up the feather gripped between his feminine fingers for her to see, its color a deeper shade of red than even blood. The sight filled her with dread, making her wish desperately that the metal cuffs binding her wrist, thighs, and ankles to the table had accidentally been left unlocked.

"I present the first part of my gratitude." He said, waving the feather as if it were a hypnotic instrument. "It's quite special, you see, for it comes from a Tilicota. You've heard of them, correct?"

As every incorrect answer had brought her a swift beating in the past few days, Pria was hesitant before shaking her head.

"No? Ah, that's fine, they're native further north in any case. They're a rare breed of six-legged herbivores, though what concerns us today are the feathers found between their legs. They're mostly used for mating, as each bristle releases a toxin that acts as a powerful aphrodisiac." He explained while he ran the edge of the feather across his chest.

She watched him lick his lips, feeling sick at the explanation.

"Let's give it a try, shall we?" He said, moving it towards her helpless inner thigh. She watched in horror, shuttering the moment it made contact with her skin. A quick flick of his wrist was all he granted her, and she immediately felt tingles along the short path it had swept down her leg.

"Oh, you feel that don't you? Well, don't worry, that is only the beginning..."

The stranger held the feather firmly, starting just under her breasts to trace its tip all the way down before stopping just above her smooth pubic mound. A deep sensation of helplessness consumed her as the tingles began to trickle over her skin, knowing she was entirely at his mercy.

He leaned close, dragging it down her right side as he licked her underarm up to her elbow.

A whimper escaped her gagged mouth, and she felt the feather begin to move up her leg. It traveled over her sensitive inner thigh, getting closer and closer until he finally pulled it away. The process was repeated on the other leg, sweeping as close as possible to her most intimate area before lifting at the last instant. The sensation tingled upwards, culminating between her legs without ever needing to actually touch her there.

She tensed her bound limbs, horrified by the teasing feeling playing across her body.

"Oh, sweet girl, don't worry about breaking free. You're mine until I'm through with you. Every. Single. Inch."

The blood-red feather ran over her belly, encircled her breast, glided down to narrowly miss her womanhood, and continued onward. The sensation slowly built in her core, an untouchable tingle that increased with every passing moment. Each time he traced as closely as possible to her vagina, narrowly avoiding her labia.

"How lucky you are..." he said, touching his chastity cage with his freehand. "I bet you'd like for nothing more than to scratch that building tickle in your loins, but unfortunately you'll do nothing more than squirm."

Subconsciously Pria began to slightly raise her hips each time he got close, hating the aching desire that slowly spread throughout her form. Each time the tip approached so tantalizingly close to her sex, her pussy quivered in the hope of it finally making contact.

"So near, isn't it?" He said as it missed once again. "Poor girl, you can do nothing to bring it closer."

Her mind abhorred the thought of it touching her, yet her body could only crave a release to the ever-building pressure of lust.

"Hmm, shall I be generous?" He asked, encircling her vagina. "I think so, though you may wish I hadn't..."

Looping to the bottom crease of her labia, he chuckled as he FINALLY dragged it over the entirety of her labia. She released an involuntary moan, feeling the tingling sensation as it trickled through her lower lips. He tilted his hand slightly, angling the edge of the feather to slide over her sensitive clit.

Pria clenched her hands into fists, fighting against her bindings to squeeze her legs shut as the powerful aphrodisiac flooded through her throbbing bud. A deep tickle tortured her most sensitive area, only decreasing when the last of the feather slid away from between her legs.

"Didn't I tell you? The intensity surprises most prisoners." He said, bringing the feather back down. Its edge caressed her vagina, slipping just slightly between her folds. "You're already shaking, don't tell me you have a ticklish pussy? Ah, but then every human female does of course." He chuckled to himself.

A muffled whimper quietly escaped as the feather once again slid away, leaving her aching and needy.

Yet instead of coming back around, he moved away and pointed the tip directly over her clit. With a cruel smile he began to make tiny flicking motions, striking it with each movement.

Pria's back arched, the toxins increasing her sensitivity as her clit was mercilessly tickled. She felt her pleasure rising against her will, building and building until....

He swiftly pulled it away, ceasing her pleasure just as she was about to achieve her climax. She looked at him in horror, realizing just how cruel this feminine man intended to be.

"Sorry, but there will be none of that until I allow it." He said in a mocking tone. "Prisoners don't get to cum without permission, sweet girl."

A moment passed to allow her to calm down, only for him to resume his teasing movements. The feather slid up and down her slit, igniting every nerve before once again settling on her clitoris.

Panic grew in her eyes as he once again pulled away, leaving her desperately on the very edge of orgasm. It faded, leaving her a quivering mess.

To the edge, then back. The edge, then back. Over and over he teased her, tormenting her each time her climax slipped from her grasp.

It wasn't long before her frustration became overwhelming, causing her hips to buck each time he pulled away. The orgasm she needed so desperately was just beyond her reach, if she could only get the tiniest amount of pleasure before it faded...

She failed, repeatedly. The feather tickled up and down her vagina, stealing moans from its helpless victim. Within an hour she was squirming uncontrollably in her bindings. Within two she screamed.

The toxins raging through her skin, her pussy completely denied its release, she shouted into her gag with all of the frustration and desperation that her torment had gathered. The pleasure built for the countless time, and she thrashed in her bindings as it slowly faded from her grasp.

"You truly wish to cum, don't you?" He giggled, flicking her clit repeatedly with the edge of the feather.

Frantically she nodded, doing everything in her power to hold in tears.

"Well, I should let you. Good girls deserve to cum, and you've been a very good girl." He said, rubbing his chin dramatically with his freehand. "I think I'll...naaahhh..."

The feather was once again pulled away, just before Pria's clenching body was about to experience a mind shattering climax. The pleasure slipped away, followed by tormented tears.

Over and over she was edged, her pussy burning with unquenchable desire. By the end of the third hour she could think of little else, her entire world shrinking only to the accursed feather and her aching womanhood.

She wished for the pain he had inflicted upon her, rather than this unending torture of pleasure. She wanted to kill him, to rip free of the metal bindings and plunge her fingers into her waiting hole until her mind shattered.

There was nothing she could do, completely immobilized and exposed. It was impossible to protect her vagina from his torment, the feather sliding maddening up and down.

The stranger gripped his chastity cage, releasing a pent-up breath at the sight of her suffering. Her beautiful body was his, and she'd find NO satisfaction until he permitted her to.

"Such a perfect little body...I bet his holiness took great enjoyment in breeding you." He said, gripping his cage tighter. "How many children did he put into you? Do you even remember?"

Pria merely whimpered into her gag, saliva slightly leaking from her mouth.

His virgin cock twitched in its constricting prison. "I'll confess, and only because we've become so...close...that I envy his ability to breed ANY female he encounters. I would have loved to fill a womb with my seed...yet fate pushed me elsewhere. Such a shame...for if I was truly free perhaps this little pussy here would have tasted my sperm before your execution."

Seizing her entire body as yet another orgasm became unreachable, Pria cried out in fury.

The stranger placed his hand lovingly upon her midriff as he continued. "I bet you were even more beautiful pregnant than you already are. Such a blessed womb, to be granted the opportunity of bearing so many of his divine children. I wish I had witnessed it in person..."

A flick, then another, and another, only to pull away.

"Ah well, I may see your pussy now at least, and I suppose it is about time to allow you to cum."

Her heart fluttered, terrified that she was once again getting her hopes up for nothing.

"You do know that it will be your last orgasm, yes?" He said, continuing to edge and deny her. "The last one EVER. Are you prepared?"

Tears streaming down her cheeks Pria nodded madly, her clit screaming in pleasure as he removed the feather once more.

"Very well then, do your best to enjoy it. There will NEVER be another, certainly not before your execution."

The feather gently caressed between her lower lips, tickling her labia. It then circled her clit, flicking back and forth. She clenched her eyes, feeling herself grow closer and closer...

A flick brought her to the edge, and he waited a split second before flicking again, then again, waiting just long enough each time to hold her on the very edge of cumming for several long moments.

Then, mercifully, he began to rapidly move the feather back and forth over her extremely sensitive bud. Her entire body convulsed as she claimed the orgasm that had been denied to her countless times.

Mind Shattering pleasure exploded throughout her body, erupting through her like a volcano of sensation. A ragged scream burst from her lips, muffled by her gag as she convulsed.

His movement remained unending, dragging out her climax for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally, he pulled away, leaving her to collapse into a quivering heap.

"Looks like the sweet girl cummed her brains out. How cute..." he giggled, feeling his own denied cock strain in its cage. "It's such a shame...I'd rather he have sentenced you to imprisonment for life. We could have had fun this way every night, though alas..." the stranger shrugged.

Pria merely laid entirely still, her mind reeling from her pleasure. For the moment she cared little of her fate, only basking in the afterglow of her lengthy torture.

Yet her fate would come, regardless.

34th of Fonic, 9 AVE.

Kingdom of Vaidrin, Domani.

The weather would not obey the crowd's wishes, even for the death of an Empress. Rain lightly fell upon The Grand Pyramid's stairs as Xenia and Pria were led just outside the massive main entrance.

Nearly all of Domani had come to watch their ruler's lover die, entirely filling the city's main square. Despite their number, a relative quiet had fallen upon the area as the two prisoners came to a stop at their final destination.

A shiver ran through Xenia as her outfit did little to protect her from the slight storm. This day had been inevitable, yet to finally face her death was an entirely different matter than the five days of anticipation.

Dominax emerged from the massive doors, flanked on both sides by his advisors. Both Irith and Cendra remained closest to him, the true victims of Xenia's crimes. However, to her disappointment she realized that Vixin wasn't accompanying them, apparently choosing to refrain from witnessing her mother's execution. A pain of disappointment struck her, for she had wished to see her daughter's face at least once more.

A Sage was already waiting to greet The God Emperor, carrying the curved blade that would do the deed. The woman wore little in terms of clothing, and with a sigh of bittersweet humor Xenia silently remarked to herself how such a sight would have appealed to her in any other circumstance.

As the group of royals fanned out in a half circle around the pair of doomed souls, The Sage approached and ordered both Xenia and Pria to kneel upon the hard stone ground. The women obeyed, their hands already bound behind them and their mouths gagged. There would be no final words for traitors.

Pria looked to Xenia for support, though she ignored the slave and retreated into her own thoughts. The Sage's blade appeared exquisitely sharp, a fact that indicated that perhaps Dominax's care for her didn't entirely end the moment she was arrested. It would be a quick, relatively clean death at the very least.

Xenia cared little for the rehearsed words of The Sage, nor the occasional angry shout from the crowd. She merely closed her eyes in contemplation. Pria's end came without her even bothering to notice, and she lowered her head when she was instructed to. The Sage began to raise the blade in preparation, though only the image of Vixin in her mind held Xenia's attention.

She had chosen her mate well, pledging herself into the service of a man capable of becoming truly great. She had watched him raise his people from the ashes, forging an Empire that would stand eternally. She had been a Concubine Empress, ruler of her lover's harem. Half of her life had been spent in luxury, and most importantly, she had birthed a daughter that would experience true power and influence. Perhaps she had failed in placing Vixin as the heir, yet the princess would always be a member of the most important family in The Empire.

Vixin was a survivor, capable of gaining anything she wanted, and as the blade slashed downwards a smile crept onto Xenia's pretty face. She had done well.