Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 32

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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22nd of Onis, 10 AVE.

Kingdom of Vaidrin, Domani.

A deep groan spewed from The God Emperor's mouth as his silver eyes slowly crept open, granting him a view of the narrow stone ceiling towering above him. With an effort he forced himself to rise from whatever form of cushion lay below him, allowing him to sit up as reality slowly trickled back into place.

He was sitting upon one of the cushions that occasionally lined the countless hallways of The Grand Pyramid, that much was certain. Yet exactly which corridor in particular he was in remained...hazy.

Looking down, Dominax spotted the bare body of one of the many slaves under his service, her heavy breathing an indication of an especially deep sleep. The events of the previous night gradually returned to his memory, yet another little distraction to ease him into the next.

Satisfied with his recollection, he let his hands fall into his lap as he slowly hunched over, peering aimlessly at the floor. For a quiet moment there was no distraction, no warm body to push against to hold back the thoughts, and in the hollow silence of the corridor he allowed himself to feel the full weight of The Empire upon his shoulders. Millions of beings relied on him, both for protection and sustenance. To show weakness would invite the ambitious gaze of neighboring kingdoms and empires, and to falter for even a moment in maintaining a sufficient food supply would result in the deaths of thousands. Moreover, their faith fell entirely onto him, their living God among men. A demeanor of anything less than absolute divinity would incite theocratic catastrophe, unraveling the very foundation of The Empire.

He ran his fingers through his pointed beard, keenly aware of the growing number of sneaky white strands hidden amongst his dark hair. At the age of thirty-seven he had ruled over his people in some capacity for fifteen years, from a wandering group of Nitri survivors to an Empire of three vast kingdoms. No number of years could keep the faces of Briza and Cendra The Elder from his mind, and now more than ever the image of Xenia remained a permanent echo flashing across his consciousness.

For an instant he gritted his teeth before releasing a deep breath to calm himself.

"Ah good, they told me you'd be here father." A voice came from the end of the hall, and Dominax turned his head to see Cendra The Younger approaching. No doubt she had pushed her way through the guards stationed at each end of the hallway, just around the corner out of sight. He could sense them there, of course, standing firmly and ensuring that none besides The God Emperor's children themselves could reach him in such a vulnerable state.

She strode over to him, her long legs moving with grace and strength. Nearly achieving full maturity as of now, there was no doubt that she'd make a striking figure of beauty and power the moment she finally reached adulthood.

Dominax instinctively straightened up, concealing every doubt and wounded thought behind a smirk of royal confidence. "My child, why have you come to distribute my peace?"

She bowed as she reached him before obediently lowering herself to one knee to ensure that he sat higher than her. "Father, Lord Clin has requested I inform you that our ships are prepared to sail at your command."

An obvious flush of red came to her flawless cheeks at her mention of Clin's name, and Dominax made a quick mental note to better train his children to conceal their emotions. The unmissable sensation of youthful infatuation that he sensed inside her mind was FAR more dangerous than an innocent blush, for who else among the ever-growing number of his unacknowledged offspring out there would also be able to sense her intentions in the future?

"Ahhh...very well. After years of peaceful development, the moment of invasion falls at our feet." He said, reaching down to gently clasp her cheek as he gazed into her silver eyes, seeing his own. "Are you prepared to become a being of value, my flower?"

She felt the warmth of his palm against her smooth skin, fighting to maintain eye contact amidst his overwhelming authority. "Of course, I shall do all I can for The Empire..."

"And for our dynasty?"

Her resolve overcame her fear, and her expression hardened into determination. "Always, father. I won't forget your teachings so easily."

An insidious grin spread across his face, and he leaned over to kiss her forehead before rising fully to his feet. "Then come, duty awaits. You shall no longer be a mere princess spoiled by luxury, but instead a capable warrior born through war. It is time to earn your family name, Cendra Vaid."

She nodded, and he could sense a genuine feeling of excitement radiating from her as she stood. "I'd like nothing more, my lord..."

Together they walked down the corridor, navigating the twists and turns until they found an exit onto the second great balcony encircling the entirety of The Pyramid. They strode to the eastern face of the balcony, peering down towards Domani's ports.

Father and daughter, both laid their eyes upon the tens of thousands of legionaries gathered, filing into organized lines as they poured onto the waiting ships.

"The days of Kinia are numbered, my child, for its people shall soon find themselves under a new King."

24th of Onis, 10 AVE.

Kingdom of Kinia, Privin.

Every previous king of Kinia once walked these halls, men now reduced to bones and dust. Alrin could nearly taste the remnants of the past, his ancestors watching from the grave with bated breath to see if he was capable of defending their legacy. Yet when he pushed open the doors to the king's personal dining chamber, he scowled at what their legacy had become.

What appeared to be nearly the entirety of the nobility lay inside, the only hint of clothing consisting of elaborate masks to conceal their faces. Men and women pairing together, swapping, watching, all locked into an orgy of excess and secrecy.

Alrin merely stood in the now open door, his face firm as he waited to see which of the masked hedonists would reveal themselves to be Olvir.

Sure enough, within a minute or two of stoic disapproval, one of the men finally noticed his presence at the doorway and quickly made their way over to him. The man pulled off his mask, revealing the laughing face of his brother.

"Ah little Alrin, have you come to join us in celebration? It's the fifth anniversary of my ascension after all!" Olvir said, receiving shouts of approval throughout the sea of moans.

"No, your majesty. I wouldn't consider today to be a day of joy, as I bring news from the south." Alrin said grimly. Like his younger brother, King Olvir had a full head of dark hair, though where Alrin's was cut short and sheared around the sides, the king kept his flowing neatly in long kept strands.

"Do you now?" Olvir said with a lackadaisical smile, even as he hurried to close the door behind him to leave their pair alone in the hallway. "Have the barbarians finally launched their little excursion?"

Alrin squinted without humor. "The Vaid Empire has launched an invasion, my lord. Even now our scouts report sightings of their fleet on the river."

"How dare you grant them any name other than what they are...barbarians!" Olvir said as he shoved his brother's chest, though failed to move him an inch. A life of military command had granted Alrin a solid body of muscle, in sharp contrast to Olvir's skinny frame.

"Call them what you wish, but they are on the move now. I highly suggest that you send an immediate request for assistance to the courts of Harin and Spirexia." Alrin stated in a hard tone. "And I do mean immediate, as it should have been your first course of action the moment we received reports of an increased military buildup."

"You can't presume to lecture a KING on diplomacy, little brother. I saw the threat exactly as I see it now...utterly useless. There has never been a time in our history where we haven't been required to throw back an occasional barbarian migration, nor has there been an instance when we have failed to do so. Let them come, and we'll send them beaten and bloodied back to their southern tribes."

Alrin felt his hands tighten into fists. "We are no longer dealing with tribes, chiefdoms, or simple hunting groups, my lord. The world has shifted, as they have united and evolved into something we've never been forced to deal with. For the sake of our people and the legacy of our dynasty, I implore you to make a formal request for aid."

"Our dynasty?" Olvir said with a smug grin. "How ironic that a mere bastard would care so deeply for a family that didn't want him."

The younger man's face hardened further, yet he made no move to speak.

Perhaps assessing that he had pushed too far, Olvir's smile softened. "Though dear brother, I never thought that of you. You've done much with the position I've granted you, so come, enjoy yourself for the evening. Let the savages come, for we shall smash them against our outer walls!"

Alrin eyed the door with disdain. "I'm afraid I'm far too busy ensuring the safety of every spoiled noble in that room, my lord. If you won't send for assistance, I must prepare our men for the coming war."

Olvir merely shrugged before patting his brother's cheek. "Oh little Alrin, why must you always be so grim?"

"One of us must be, your majesty." He replied with only the bare minimum of the respect that a king required. "I won't disturb you further."

Before he could dismiss his brother, Olvir watched the younger man turn and walk away, leaving him alone to momentarily bite his lip in thought. He then turned around and opened the door, returning to the orgy that raged inside.

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Felza watched from behind her mask as the king re-entered the dining chamber, pulling his own mask back over his face.

Sharing the same dark hair as her father, though retaining it in a long braid that traveled down her lithe back, she was forced to momentarily conceal herself behind a pair of interlocked lovers when Alrin had first opened the door. There was no chance that he would have recognized her, a single masked and nude woman amongst a sea of other masked and nude humans, though she had to take the precaution. After all, what would he think of his precious little daughter engaging in such activities?

Her eyes stayed locked upon her uncle as he milled about, knowing that his own gaze must surely be searching for her in turn. Just as he had requested prior to the amorous gathering, she wore a single purple ribbon tied around her right thigh.

She watched as his eyes found the ribbon through the faceless crowd and he began to make his way over to her once more.

Olvir wrapped his hands around her waist to pull her close, pressing their nude bodies together. "Now then, where were we?"

"About here..." Felza replied, snaking her hand down towards his manhood. She watched him shutter as her delicate hand caressed his cock, already filling it harden against her soft palm. Her lips moved towards his ear, keeping her voice low in an attempt to remain anonymous from the other nobles. "So, what did father want?"

"My brother delves into his worries far too often. Be certain you don't gain that trait from him, understood?" He said, gently gripping her young yet womanly rump.

Her eyes fluttered behind her colorful mask at his touch, her body craving what was rightfully hers. "Oh worry not, for there is far too much in this world to enjoy."

Olvir could hardly disagree, caressing her skin as he gently moved to take her hand in his. Together they maneuvered through the room, stepping over and around moaning bodies as men and women touched, fondled, and thrusted into one another.

After a moment of searching, he abandoned the possibility of locating a spot amongst the countless pillows and cushions, and instead guided his niece to sit upon the end of one of the two oversized dining tables that stretched from end to end of the chamber.

Felza giggled as her bare rump touched the stone, its cool surface contrasting just enough with the surrounding warmth of the room to be noticeable.

The King, ruler of all of Kinia, waited with patient anticipation as the daughter of a bastard gradually spread her legs. Her firm thighs parted, making no rush as she casually placed her hands behind her onto the table.

With her legs fully spread, he gazed upon the wet sex waiting for him. His brother's seed had done exceptionally well to sire a young woman of such arousing beauty, yet of course he could NEVER be aware of that.

She breathed with excitement, ready to once more taste the only cock her tight womanhood had ever experienced. Her body was his, with a price of course. "My lord...shall tonight be the moment I finally bear your child?"

Olvir merely chuckled as the tip of his manhood caressed her folds, twitching to delve deeper. "Ah...perhaps so." He said, once again lowering his voice to conceal his mate's identity. "Though if your father's concerns are truly valid...this may be our final opportunity..."

They both began to laugh, and a moment later a deep whimper of pent-up lust escaped her masked mouth as he began to push forwards.

Inch by inch his cock slid inside, the sheer amount of taboo surrounding the act nearly causing him to quiver. He felt the tightness of his niece around him, accepting him eagerly.

"Ooohhh yes..." She whispered, spreading her legs further. "You had better be successful..."

He held onto her thighs, making short thrusts to adjust her to the intrusion. Every nerve in his body wished to pound relentlessly into her supple form, yet he wouldn't dare hurt such a pristine creature.

She moaned, caring little to conceal her pleasure from the many nearby lovers. Only her goal remained at the forefront of her attention, a single desire to birth royalty. "Please...my lord, finish inside this night..."

Her words only increased his lust, burning brightly as he pushed in and out of her snug tunnel. "That is your wish? Here and now...amongst the nobility?"

Felza nodded without hesitation. "Oh course...my lord; what better setting for a royal conception than here?" She said, her loins tingling with pleasure as the movement of his hips steadily increased. There was no possibility that she'd allow herself to fail this time. "Oooohhh my lord...I'm ovulating...a certain sign that this celebration is our moment..."

A female at the height of fertility wrapped around his cock, Olvir couldn't help but buck his hips in primal lust. "Gods, woman...you are persistent!"

"Of course...ahhh...for it is my RIGHT to bear your heir...as you've promised!" She replied, holding herself steady as she slowly rocked her own hips. To make love to a being of her own blood would always be a heavy decision, yet the outcome could only be grand. The daughter of a mere bastard becoming the mother of a KING? If only her cruel grandfather could have lived to see the day...

A groan escaped Olvir's lips, thrusting in and out of her young vagina. The promise had been simple, no legitimate children with his seemingly barren queen and the throne would necessarily be passed to his last remaining family, bastard descended or not. If that king could also be of his seed, even unknowingly...his bloodline was ensured. "If that is truly your wish...NO man may stop me..."

She giggled as she felt him noticeably increase his speed, each trust intent on reaching her furthest depths. He may not be able to quite reach her cervix, though he certainly made an effort. "Aahhhh...that's it...breed my young body...I NEED it...."

The strongest of men would always succumb to such pleas, from The Amirid Empire to The Lanthian Jungle. Knowing that the begging female was his niece, King Olvir could hardly contain himself.

He watched as a bead of perspiration dripped down her perky breast from the increasingly oppressive warmth of the room, as if a miasma of sex lingered in the air. So many bodies moving, slamming together, and swapping. Women moaning in bliss, men crying out in climax, he cared little how the common people would react if such depraved noble gatherings were observed.

"I'll give you...ahhh...what your bondmate could not..." Felza breathed, throwing her head back.

Olvir's hands practically trembled as he slid them upward, grabbing her hips. For a brief moment he pulled his cock free, hurriedly maneuvering her to roll onto her front with no hint of the former gentleness he had demonstrated.

She merely giggled once more at his roughness, now bent over the table with her young rump vulnerable.

Only an instant of their loins separated felt as though it were an eternity, and he hastily lined himself up with her slick lower lips once again before slamming forward hard.

A loud groan of pained lust burst from her concealed lips as he parted her labia, ramming inside. The sensation forced her knees to clench, briefly raising her feet in pleasure.

He held onto her hips, pounding in and out furiously as if he were a creature in heat. He'd knock up his pretty little niece, caring little for the consequences. Kinia would have an heir, his brother would have a grandchild, and none would know the truth.

Felza pressed her masked face against the stone table, closing her eyes to enjoy every moment of his passion. Alrin's good little false princess, used as if she were a common whore. She couldn't help but climax.

Feeling his niece cum around his cock, Olvir could no longer hold back. Any minor thought of the inconsequential Vaid Empire had long since vanished, replaced entirely by the desire to fill her fertile womb. The odds of conception were certainly in their favor, making him ache with desire.

Slamming his hips forward against her rear, Olvir's legs quivered as he cried out. His royal seed shot out in several spurts, invading her younger body.

She clenched her hands into fists, hardly able to take a breath as she collected her 'price'. A king's sperm entered her ovulating vagina, and now her body would do the rest.

Olvir slowly lowered himself as his orgasm gradually faded, whispering so even Felza could not hear his words as he pressed his cheek against her back. "Alrin...ahh...thank you brother...for such a perfect lover..."

She felt him against her skin, smirking beneath her mask. Her father would demand the name of the child's paternity, of course, though a simple servant could always be blamed. For now, she merely needed to hope that she birthed a male...

"Ohh...you are destined to birth a king...my love..." he moaned, continuing to caress her as she lay beneath him.