Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 37

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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3rd of Fixuin, 11 AVE.

Kingdom of Kinia, Deci.

The terrible cacophony of battle echoed from afar as Lalian stood upon a hill, looking across the rolling plains to the distant grandiose city. They had come to take Deci with the full force of the imperial army, yet its people had pushed back just as hard.

Safely away from the raging siege, the Lanthian couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. Dominax had stated that Lalian's intellect was far too valuable to risk in battle, yet to be placed amongst the supplies and non-combatants of the legion? To be protected beside the pregnant females, healers, and builders? His cheeks darkened with shame as he flinched, hearing crackling lightning erupt amongst the fighting men.

For hours he had watched as they assaulted Deci's high walls, its placement atop a similar hill acting as a natural barrier against the placement of ladders. Not that they hadn't tried, however, as each attempt ended with broken bodies crashing to the ground as the enemy kicked them back. The main roadway, acting as the only smooth entrance to the city, lay littered with the dead of both sides. Without the hidden entrance of Taroi or the naivety of Argin, it was abundantly clear that Deci wouldn't surrender anytime soon.

Cendra paced impatiently at Lalian's side, desperate to launch herself into battle. Her father had granted her a taste during Argin's siege, so why deny her now? She could only glower at Vixin, taking a hint of pleasure that her sister had been forbidden the same glory of their inevitable victory.

Yet victory never came. As Lalian observed the ebb and flow of battle it was clear that neither side could gain much in the way of an advantage, and as the sun slowly fell to the horizon, the fighting began to die down.

When darkness had fully consumed the sky, they settled in, ready for a long siege.

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"King Galis...is dead."

The announcement came from Dominax, addressing his court and advisors as they stood packed into the command tent. The legion's camp had been settled around the entirety of Deci, encircling the city and severing its population from the rest of the world.

"What did you say..." Elmia asked in a hard, though quiet tone. Prince Galis stood at her side, looking up at her with concern.

Dominax held up the message cylinder itself. "Communications from the east arrived just before nightfall. It appears..." he explained, taking a breath that couldn't mask his irritation. "It appears that the siege of Sladi has failed."

King Foin winced at his harsh tone, suddenly wishing he could squeeze Enalia's hand for support. Instead, she resided in their personal tent, caring for their new son.

"I don't understand...we sent him his reinforcements. Everything appeared to be proceeding smoothly..." Clin said, glancing to Elmia with a sorrowful expression.

The God Emperor lightly tapped the wooden message. "It seems we don't truly understand these people, not entirely. They may be more formidable than we had been led to believe."

"My father wouldn't have fallen so easily...you've been fed a lie." Elmia stated with conviction as she gently stroked her son's hair.

"See for yourself."

Hesitantly, she accepted the cylinder from his outstretched hand, opening it to insect the wooden sticks inside. With the symbols of the message carved into their surfaces, she inspected each one in order. Slowly, as her eyes scrolled over the letters, her firm expression began to shift.

"They spared no survivors." Dominax explained to the group as she continued to silently read. "No prisoners were taken, including Galis."

"Barbaric!" Clin suddenly burst out, causing Cendra to glance at him as she stood at his side. "They call us savages when they themselves commit such atrocious acts?"

A tightening of Hesin's fists went unnoticed by the group as he lingered near the entrance, allowing his hatred for the blond to simmer behind his mask.

Calmly, as if in a trance, Elmia returned the cylinder to Dominax's hand before turning away. She strode from the tent, leaving the group and her son to watch the fabric door flutter shut behind her.

Dominax released a frustrated curse under his breath, though he nodded as Clin made a gesture towards the exit. With permission the blond man turned to follow her.

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Clin followed what he believed were her footprints in the slightly damp dirt, having quickly lost her as she had disappeared amongst the sea of tents and occasional warrior. Her tracks quickly blended into the hundreds that had already been made, causing him to sigh as he came to a stop.

"This way, dumbass." Hesin's voice came from behind, causing the blond to tilt his head at the intrusion.

The familiar grip of unease and guilt slid into his stomach at the man's presence, unable to directly look him in his remaining eye. "How?"

Hesin huffed, putting his hand to his ear as if he were teaching a child. Clin focused, listening to the distant sounds of snoring and occasional moaning. The majority of the soldiers had already settled in, exhausted by the battle as guards atop Deci's high walls nervously stood on silent watch over their invaders. Through the relative lack of noise he found what Hesin had heard, the distant weeping of a woman.

Together they sought the source, finally discovering Elmia near the edge of the camp. She sat upon the edge of a ditch, her head buried in her hands. She made no move to look up as she heard them approach, completely lost in her mind as tears streamed violently down her pretty face.

Cautiously, Clin placed a hand gently on her shoulder, as if fearing its weight would shatter her. He opened his mouth, his words sticking in his throat before finally managing to speak. "I'm sorry for your loss, your majesty. If my words upset you in any way..."

She shook her head, not bothering to reply.

His comforting hand remained, and he simply nodded his head in understanding and allowed her to silently grieve.

Hesin pulled his dark cloak around him, appearing as if a shadow in the lightless night as he spoke. "Prince Alrin will pay, I can promise you that." He said before turning his attention to Clin. "Those who kill indiscriminately always face justice...one way or another."

Clin couldn't help but grit his teeth, his guilt rising in his throat. For a moment they were once again children, staring at each other through the shredded trees. Memories of his nightmares bubbled to the surface, a child staring at the death he had unleashed at his mother's command. He wanted to throw himself to the dirt, to once more attempt to beg his forgiveness and shed his burden. He had at least saved Hesin that night, hadn't he? Wasn't that worth anything? Yet as Elmia's whimpering brought him back to reality, he realized the moment wasn't for them.

Slowly he sat beside her, taking her hand in his. He wished to ease her suffering, to commit an act of kindness that may stomp his guilt back down. How many would it take for his deeds to be washed away? How many honorable acts before he could possibly consider himself a good man?

Hesin watched in disgust, allowing himself a single moment to remember the family he had lost that night, so long ago. A mother...a brother...he began to recall the horrifying calls of the creature Clin had lured from its cave, only for them to fall away in an instant when he turned his head. He realized that silently, just behind, Dominax was watching curiously. The man had approached soundlessly, even to Hesin's trained ear. "My lord..."

"If the situation is under control, I'd have a word with the princess." Dominax commanded, his sudden deep voice startling the seated pair.

Taking a moment to pat Elmia's hand in sorrow, Clin bowed his head to their ruler before departing with Hesin. Dominax approached, the warm breeze tugging at his white cloak.

"So...am I supposed to slink back home?" Elmia said, attempting to wipe her eyes. "To attempt to rebuild where my father failed?"

Dominax nodded. "You're a royal now, a fate you bargained for when you and Galis sought me out. You hold a responsibility."

She chuckled without humor, once again burying her face in her hands. "Is there even a point now? The King of Cendia is dead, with his heir a thousand miles away from The Capital. The High Lords are certain to vie for my family's throne..."

"Stand." He commanded in his firm voice. When she begrudgingly rose on unsteady feet, he calmly cupped her cheeks and pulled her close for a kiss upon her forehead. "Don't think I've forgotten the night we spent together, all those years ago... Your son is mine, and any that threatens either of you shall quickly learn the error of their actions. Do you understand?"

She leaned forwards, resting her head against his chest plate.

"Prince Galis needs your guidance, your protection. He'll someday make a fine king, yet until then he'll require his mother." Dominax said, stroking her chin length hair. "Serve our son well as his Queen Regent, and I'll deliver a message to every Lord and High Lord of Cendia that usurpers to his throne shall NOT be tolerated."

Finally, after a long moment of silence, Elmia lifted her head and nodded. "I won't fail you...or him."

"Good." He said with a satisfied grin. "I'll prepare an escort for your journey. Return to Cendia quickly and ensure whatever remains of Galis's men returns to fighting form. Sladi will fall, perhaps not by a king, but instead his daughter."

"It will be done, for Prince Galis's sake." She replied, wiping the last remaining tears from her reddening eyes.

With a nod, Dominax leaned in close to her ear. "Such is the burden of the throne. Let it forge you into a being capable of doing what's necessary."

14th of Fixuin, 11 AVE.

Kingdom of Vaidrin, Domani.

A breath escaped Irith as she sealed the door behind her, happy to leave the throne room behind. Day after day she had sat and listened, hearing every little problem of The Empire's citizens.

"How has Dominax withstood them for so long?" She whispered to herself. These were her people now, her responsibility. She'd like nothing more than to serve them to the best of her abilities, yet every day? There was nothing but a constant flow of people, all requiring her judgment and assistance. Though she had once thought that no problem was small enough to be beneath the concern of The God Emperor, she was beginning to wonder if she had been naive.

She sighed as a slave helped her remove her clothes, slowly stripping her revealing outfit before the entirety of her gorgeous body was on display. She walked through the royal quarters, temporarily as they were, and smiled as her eyes fell upon her twins. The children were in the arms of two slave girls, suckling at their breasts.

"My lady..." one of the pair said with a bow of her head, holding Prince Arinax out for his mother to see.

Irith took the boy from her hands, gazing down lovingly as her fatigue seemed to fall away. She gently stroked his soft black hair, finally coming to understand the responsibilities he'd one day be subjected to. "Has the future God Emperor been behaving?"

The slave nodded with a grin. "He's absolutely perfect, just like his sister."

Irith approached the second girl, peering down upon Zela. The infant princess looked up to her with keen silver eyes, holding an intelligence that surpassed her age.

Carefully she returned Arinax to the girl's arms, granting both infants a kiss upon their heads. "Leave me, as I wish to be alone for the moment."

The slave girls obediently nodded, wasting no time in departing from the door. Completely alone, Irith's seductive legs strode over to the royal bed, allowing her to collapse onto the soft sheets.

Her cheeks flushed, staring up at the stone ceiling as she found her way into the center of the oversized bed, resting her hands upon her womanly thighs. A single thought had pressed against the back of her mind throughout her long day, a subtle ache in her loins. Now there was nothing stopping her from indulging, feeling the familiar burning desire to satisfy her steadily building lust.

Slowly, she began to trace her fingers over her navel, taking her time to explore her perfect body. There was no need to rush, dragging out every second as she gently caressed herself.

Her hands fell upon her breasts, round mounds that were soft and perky to her touch. She could remember each time Dominax had fondled them, their sensitive buds under his control.

She released a moan. For months he had been away, invading foreign lands as she was left to rule in his name. For months no other hands had touched her but her own, knowing she'd never betray her mate in such a way. No cock had entered her tight folds, no man to hold her down. Dominax would eventually find out if she had, though either way it simply wasn't in her nature.

Her hands slowly descended, sliding down her sides and feeling the curve of her hips. She bit her lip, allowing her legs to part. The God Emperor held no reservations of his harem enjoying each other, yet memories of Xenia quickly banished any thought of her ruler's other women from Irith's mind. She needed no female lover to turn against her once again.

A shudder of arousal claimed her body as she ran her fingers over her thighs, sensually feeling every sensitive area of her skin. Her anticipation continued to build, growing and growing until her womanhood quivered with need.

Finally, she released a pent-up breath, allowing her fingertips to glide between her legs. Her labia tingled, feeling the first hints of her touch. She started slowly, wishing to prolong her anticipation as much as she could handle. A mere caressing of her lower lips, pleasurable yet not nearly enough to satisfy.

With two fingers she moved up and down, slightly parting her womanhood as they dragged between her soft labia. She allowed her head to roll back, delving into her mind and abandoning the world.

As her need steadily increased, she thought to the moment she had truly become a woman. Dominax's cock had slid into her, claiming her body forever.

Her feminine lips opened a tiny amount as she allowed her fingers to slip inside, delving into her tight depths. In and out, each time allowing the base of her fingers to rub against her clit. The way he had touched her then, the first man to explore her curves...

"Oooohhh...." She allowed herself to lightly moan, her fingers moving slowly. The skin of her inner thigh tingled as her free hand moved across it, knowing her body would drive any man to wild lust. It had occurred many times, only for Enil to protect her.

An image of her twin flashed through her mind, causing her to gently trace the white tattoos etched into her skin. If her brother could see her now, Concubine Empress to a foreign ruler, would he be pleased? She had betrayed her former kingdom, yet the family she had lost had been rebuilt through her children. Wasn't that enough?

Each movement of her hand dove deeper, searching her squeezing tunnel. She felt her warm breaths increase, feeling a slight pressure building in her loins.

She removed her fingers for a moment, sliding their now slick surface over her clit. They moved back and forth, teasing the sensitive bud to coax a moan from her lips. When the sensation proved to be too much, she resumed her movement, beginning to finger her wet womanhood once again.

Her touch could hardly replace the feeling of a hard cock driving against her cervix, yet she'd make do. The yearning for her mate's return strengthened, hoping to be at Dominax's side soon as he'd make her squirm with lust. Surely he had sampled other women in Kinia, causing Irith to merely wonder what they had felt.

Jealousy remained far from her mind, for he had selected her to be the mother of his heir. He had granted her the family she had so desperately desired, causing a groan to escape her lips. In her pleasure-addled mind she thought of Arinax, forcing her fingers to move quicker.

She could nearly feel Dominax's sperm spurt into her, a memory she could never possibly forget. Her body had been so eager...so hungry for the seed that would make her a mother...

A light gasp echoed quietly off the stone walls as she pushed deeper, locating her most sensitive area. With light strokes she began to massage it, her body shuttering subtly.

Nafalya, Zela, Arinax, each had slipped from her womb, a fact that forced her intoxicatingly blue eyes to close in ecstasy. She had done well, her body burning with satisfaction.

Her free hand slowly crept between her parted legs, focusing its attention upon her clit. Both hands working to pleasure her, she began to move her hips as if begging for more.

Her moans filled the chamber as she squirmed upon the bed. She appeared as if a pleasured goddess, her flawless body lost in bliss.

Her vagina ached for a cock, fingers digging greedily into her depths. She wished to feel Dominax atop her, pinning her to the bed as he granted her another child. She wished for her womb to hold life once more, to...

A cry of ecstasy burst from her mouth as she arched her back, her body seizing in climax. A quiet knock on the door could not pull her attention away, orgasming hard upon the soft sheets.

A further knock brought her only slightly back to reality, her body relaxing limply in satisfaction. She merely craved the warmth that Dominax would have granted after spilling his seed, its absence bringing a slight twinge of longing to her chest. They had been enemies, captor and prisoner, only for her to now crave his presence.

She couldn't ignore the third knock, louder than before though still subtle. For a moment she considered ordering the unknown visitor to leave her alone, though after taking a deep breath, she relented.

"Come in!" She permitted, pulling a thin shroud over her waist to conceal only her most intimate area. Long gone were the days of animal skins upon the royal bed, replaced with fine chimira silk sheets that appeared almost see-through.

The door opened quietly, allowing a small girl to enter before swiftly sealing it behind her. Instantly Irith recognized Nafalya, allowing any hesitation to ease at the sight of her eldest daughter.

Only a decade old, the princess quickly made her way to the bed and hopped up, claiming a place at Irith's side. She nestled against her mother's bare skin, feeling her perspiration. "I wanted to check on you. I heard noises."

A kind smile brightened across Irith's lips at the girl's naivety, propping herself up on her side. "Mommy is completely safe, my little princess. There's no need for concern."

The girl forced Irith to wrap her arms around her, holding her tight. "Sometimes I worry..."