Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 39

Alrin nodded as his translator finished. "Then I suppose a quick end cannot be attained! We shall wait, your majesty! Let us see how long the loyalty of your men lasts when their food and water run dry!"

"Do so, Alrin, wait for the day your Kingdom falls, the day your homeland bleeds like a festering wound that only I can heal! When you've found that nothing shall contain my Empire, not your armies, your blood, your death, you shall feel the dirt beneath your Capital and realize it belongs to me!"

Alrin watched as The God Emperor turned his back and walked away.

29th of Fixuin, 11 AVE.

Kingdom of Kinia, Deci.

Slowly, Clin's eyes crept open as he looked upon a ceiling that he didn't recognize. He suddenly felt something squeeze his hand, only to smile when he turned his head and was met by the sight of Cendra.

"Good morning." She said with obvious relief in her tone.

"Where..."

"You're in Deci's royal stronghold, and safe. You've only been unconscious since yesterday."

Looking around, Clin's gaze drifted downwards.

Cendra squeezed his hand harder. "The healers managed to save your leg, for now, though they've warned me that you're going to be quite sore."

Pulling aside the shroud that covered his lower body, he studied the bloodied bandage that remained tightly wrapped around his thigh. Then, with realization he leaned forwards. "Alrin! We have to-"

Cendra placed her hand on his bare chest, gently quieting him. "Calm yourself...Salduin alerted us before they could attack. The situation has, well, changed."

"Oh?" He questioned, allowing her to ease him onto his back.

"They came, as he said they would, though they didn't attack. They've set up camp outside our walls, content to watch us starve until we surrender."

"Just as we did." He said with a pained groan. "It won't risk his men in battle, only his time."

Cendra nodded. "Yet we've brought enough supplies to last us for months. We need only to keep the population in line and discover a way out."

"That simple, really?" Clin asked with more than a hint of sarcasm as he rubbed his face.

She remained silent for a long moment before finally smirking. "On a far less grim note, I have a surprise." She said, releasing his hand to get up. She stepped back, placing her hands on her feminine hips as she displayed her new outfit. "They finished it a few hours before the attack. Bad timing, I suppose..."

Clin's eyes traveled along her body, taking in every detail while attempting to keep his interest respectful. "It's...gorgeous."

With white armor plates accented with gold covering each breast, she wore a Turinis belt to match the legion soldiers. Yet where traditional Turinis belts consisted of hanging strips of leather for protection, she, like the rest of the modernized warriors of The Vaid Empire, crafted hers from thick strips of white chimira silk, resilient and flexible. From below her cleavage to her waist her skin was concealed in black chimira silk, as tight as a one-suit and revealing every detail of her athletic midriff before turning into a skirt that ended above her knees, the sides open to allow her greater flexibility. A curtain of white fabric hung from her hips, as if mimicking half of a dress prepared for combat. Her royal circlet, forearm cuffs, and the armor plating of her white boots were chimira steel coated in gold, fitting for the daughter of The God Emperor.

Though now a young woman, Clin caught a glimpse of the lingering remnants of her immaturity as she twirled, allowing him to view both sides. Despite his pain, he didn't quite manage to avoid a tingle in his loins at the sight of her beauty. "You appear ready to lead your father's armies..."

"That is the plan after all." She said, returning to his side with an expression of satisfaction.

A thought occurred to him as she sat down, and he narrowed his eyes. "How long have you stayed here...exactly? At my side?"

Her confidence slipped nearly unnoticeably as she looked down at his leg. "I haven't left since they brought you here. Is it wrong to be worried after such an injury?"

His eyes widened faintly, feeling a tug at his chest. "Why?"

She shrugged in mock unconcern. "Who's to say I can't care for you?"

Clin allowed the statement to linger for a moment, not wishing for it to disappear before he finally let out a laugh. "You know, I've been in an honest mood for the last few days. Can you...guess who I saw? When I thought I was going to die?"

The abrupt question caused her to look at him with concern, though she shook her head.

"You. I used to wonder if I'd think only of my regrets, my failings...yet all I saw was you." He explained, feeling relief easing through him despite his pain.

She got closer, studying him closely. "What did you...see? When you saw me?"

"Nothing more than your face. Yet for a moment, I was free..."

Cendra paused, before giving voice to the very thoughts she had carried for years. "You...always speak of these regrets, as if they're so awful they consume you. Can you not unburden yourself of them? With me?"

He shook his head. "One day I'll explain it all. When I'm ready. Although..." he said, choosing his words carefully. "It shouldn't be necessary to place it on you. I recall a moment...so many years ago that you were merely an infant. Briza had passed away, your mother, and I had held you in my arms. After everything that had occurred...all the loss you had already suffered...you knew nothing of it. So innocent you were, unaware of the world's horrors...I'd give anything to have that again. For both of us, oblivious to sorrow."

Cendra reached over and took his hand once more. "Is such a thing impossible? When this conquest ends, when all of Magnius is united, could we not simply live in peace? Together...perhaps?"

Clin smiled at her naivety, though it fell away. "We'd be required to relinquish our sorrow, our guilt, our...anger."

The last word caused her own smirk to lessen, already knowing what he'd say next.

"Vixin."

She eased her grip on his hand. "That's not the same, Clin. You already know that by now."

In turn he squeezed tighter, as if holding onto an already fading dream. "Please, just listen..."

"I've listened to all you've had to say about her." Cendra replied, slightly harsher than she had intended. "I've tried it your way. I've tried to forgive her...but I simply can't."

"She was as young as you, a mere infant. She held no part in your mother's death." Clin said calmly. "Blame Xenia if you must...though not her child. Not your own blood..."

"So you've said, yet it makes no difference. I've tried...I truly have, yet I cannot keep the crimes of her mother from spilling onto her. She's a reminder, Clin." Cendra explained, unable to keep the resentment from her voice. "Yet I still fail to see why you remain so concerned."

"I simply wish to see you as free...as I felt. All this anger, this pain, if it turns to guilt..."

Cendra allowed her hand to slip from his grasp. "She holds the guilt in this."

"Please Cendra, simply listen. If you ever wake up and feel guilty blaming her for all of these years..." he began to explain, unable to keep his own guilt from rising. How long had he tortured himself for what he had done? For never earning Hesin's forgiveness? "If you begin to torment yourself... I don't believe I could endure that."

She remained silent for a long moment, unable to look at him before slowly standing. "Clin, I'm very thankful that you survived...though I should leave. Now."

"Wait..." He said, looking up as she stepped back.

"I have duties to attend to, more so now that we are under siege." She explained making her way towards the door.

He opened his mouth to respond, though nothing came forth as she departed. Alone, he remained still.

33rd of Fixuin, 11 AVE.

Kingdom of Kinia, Deci.

Cendra followed the long corridor of the stronghold's upper level, stopping when she had reached her target. Roughly she pushed open the door, stepping into the large bedroom that had been assigned as her personal quarters.

With an annoyed breath she locked the door behind her, shutting out a city whose cohesion bordered on collapse. For days they had struggled to maintain control over the besieged population, constantly aware that Prince Alrin surrounded them from all sides. She could at least enjoy the irony of their predicament, for while the legion had held Deci captive before finally breaking down their gates, they now found themselves trapped inside the very walls they had wished to pierce.

She took her time in disrobing, removing her new outfit as she viewed the sight of the room. Once the home of the daughter of Deci's former Lord, or so she had been told, Cendra had made it her own. She sat upon the edge of the bed, sliding off her boots as the sun began to dip below Deci's high walls through the room's large window, just above the headboard.

Now entirely nude, she raised her hands and stretched her lithe muscles, feeling the warm air against her soft skin. As they lowered, her silver eyes were caught by an object resting upon the nearby dresser. Within an instant she recognized it as out of place, knowing it hadn't been there when she had left in the morning.

Suspicious, she stood and crossed the room, her long legs moving gracefully as she peered down at the object. Clearly made of wood it seemed to be a tiny box, its rectangular lid containing a spherical symbol crudely carved into its polished surface. Any human familiar with pre-Empire traditions could recognize it instantly, a symbol with one true meaning: forgiveness.

Cendra traced her finger over the lines, thinking back to her conversation with Clin. She had avoided him for four days, still wrestling with what he had said. She had made no attempt at concealing her anger, and though she and Vixin had learned of the symbol during their royal education, Clin would have already been familiar with it during his Nitri days.

A smile began to tug at the corners of her mouth as she followed her logic, feeling a slight flutter in her chest. Was he...apologizing for upsetting her?

Eagerness began to command her fingers as she unfastened the lid, only for her eyes to widen as she looked inside. The bottom of the box had been carved into the image of what could only be recognized as a depiction of a vagina, causing her to blush. Yet between the crudely etched lips sat a living creature, lightly squirming in response to being disturbed.

The momentary surprise settled into a smirk, and she covered her smiling lips with her fingers as she gazed down at the lewd depiction. "Is this a confession, Clin? The reveal of your more...intimate side?"

Her heart began to quicken with excitement, wondering his intentions in sending her such an image. Yet she shifted her attention to the creature, seeing it move subtly. It appeared to be a small round slug, its slimy surface a swirled mixture of pink and purple. Looking closer she realized that in her haste she had overlooked two other tiny carvings, each on opposite sides of the center image. On the left: Vibshir. The right: Caress.

Uncertain of their meaning, she lowered the hand from her lips. The slug moved once more, and with hesitation she reached down to carefully pick it up. No gift from Clin could surely harm her, yet she winced at the feeling of the slug's slick surface. She attempted to lift it, feeling several popping sensations as she pulled it from the box. It had evidently been fixed to the bottom, as tiny suckers covered its bottom half.

The suckers undulated, seeking out a place to anchor itself as she reread the carvings. Vibshir, caress. She raised her other hand, using a reluctant finger to lightly stroke the slug, feeling slightly ridiculous before the slug suddenly began to shake intensely, vibrating. The strange feeling caused her to instinctively drop it, before scrambling to catch it before it struck the floor. It quickly latched onto her palm as she caught it, suction cupping its tiny suckers onto her skin.

She shuddered at the bizarre sensation of the vibration, entirely new to her as it held onto her hand. She stopped herself from ripping it free, instead turning her head back to the box. A vibrating slug...the image of a vagina...the pieces of the gift's purpose began to fall into place.

Biting her lip, she studied the slug. Did Clin truly wish for her to use it...down there? The question coaxed a mixture of nervous excitement. The man she had dreamed of her entire life, indicating that she should...pleasure herself? A familiar heat began to rise between her legs.

She rubbed the slug once more, confirming her thoughts as it ceased its vibration. If caress controlled the creature, could Vibshir be its species? She returned to the bed, sitting down to ponder. Clin would be a fool to miss all of her signals, and she in return if she hadn't seen the clear hints of his attention. She could sense his mind each time she entered a room, feeling the subtle desire that he always seemed to push down. Was this it? The moment he finally accepted her as a woman? A potential...lover?

Her heart nearly burst at the thought, feeling her loins tingle with anticipation. Slowly, she fell back onto the sheets, picturing his face. Her free hand moved to sit lightly on her midriff, slowly caressing her soft skin as she explored her body.

There was no doubt that she could have any mate she wished. Each day she sensed the men around her, their minds craving her royal body. She ran her hand over her feminine abs. "It's all for you...Clin."

Her silver eyes gazed up at the ceiling, parting her perfectly shaped legs. The blood of The God Emperor coursed through her veins, as every inch of her was flawless. She took her time, sending tingles across her soft skin as she traced her athletic curves.

Fingers gliding over her alluring form, she felt the warmth between her legs steadily rising as she thought of the box. With such sensual contents from the man she loved, it would only be a matter of time before she would finally have him. To feel him, to taste him...

She released a breath, running a finger over her parted thighs until she grazed her womanhood. Its perfect, pink lips lay on display, her young and fertile body sexually ripe. A moan escaped from her lips as her finger slid across her clit, forcing a shudder through her lips. She wanted him now, to knock on her door and allow their loins to finally meet.

"Clin...what have you done to me?" She whispered, imagining him pinning her against the sheets.

She felt the vibshir move in her palm, its slimy surface against her skin as her other hand prodded curiously between her folds. How many nights had been spent with her hand buried between her legs, picturing her blond warrior? The prodding digit felt her building wetness, her pussy nearly begging for his cock.

Slowly she slid two fingers inside, tasting her sweet depths. Though clumsy at first, she began to pleasure her tight vagina, knowing that time would bring experience as she slowly learned to listen to her body. She knew enough for the moment, however, as she released a moan of lust.

Steadily she built her arousal, caressing each of her sensitive inner areas as she studied the vibshir. What would it feel like? Did she even dare to try?

Wishing her hand was Clin's, she parted her legs as far as possible. A Princess of House Vaid, her father's flower, she moaned like a common whore as she furiously masturbated her royal womanhood. Anyone would have wished to join in, to even witness her gorgeous young body writhe, yet only Clin remained in her mind.

Sliding her fingers in and out, she then pulled them free, focusing on her throbbing bud. With slow, light circles of her finger she massaged her clit, inciting moans that echoed quietly through the room.

She wondered what his touch would feel like, finally claiming what had always been his. Would he be gentle? Or would he use her royal body to its fullest potential?

Swirling around her clit, mere minutes passed before she required more. She sunk her fingers back into her womanhood, feeling just how tight her virgin vagina truly was.

With her mind delving into pleasure, she thought back to the carving depicting the vagina. How would he react when he finally saw the treasure between her thighs, the dream of every Vaid citizen? Better still, as she pumped her fingers in and out rhythmically, she wondered if she should have a painting made of her virgin pussy, a perfect depiction of perfection immortalized forever. Would Clin enjoy such a thing? A repayment for his strange gift?

She looked to the vibshir, studying it as she moaned. Increasing her pace, her mind thought to every possibility that such a vibrating creature could be used for.

When her body felt ready, she gave in. Pulling her fingers free she reached for her other palm, carefully pulling the vibshir slug from her skin. Then, propping herself up on her elbow, she watched as she positioned it between her parted thighs.

Taking a deep breath she calmed her nerves, unsure of how it was going to feel. She wouldn't waste a gift from Clin, yet was she truly ready?

With a gentle caution she moved it closer to her clit, finally pressing it against the sensitive bud. It latched on, forcing her to bite her lip at the odd sensation of its suckers. It held itself firmly to her clit as she watched it nervously, pausing as her anticipation built.

Then, with a light caress to its back, it began to vibrate.

Immediately she squeezed the sheets of the bed in clenched fists, opening her mouth. The feeling wasn't overly intense, yet entirely different to anything she had ever experienced. Like a tickle to her most sensitive area her hips began to quiver, before she quickly stroked it again after only a few moments.

She took a breath, her loins tingling as if remnants of the vibration continued between her legs. The sensation was so odd, so different, so...intriguing.

Though she took only a few seconds to calm herself, she felt a half-concealed smirk creep onto her face as she moved to stroke the slug once more. It reactivated, resuming its vibration.

She endured the strange feelings welling up within her, focusing instead on the pleasure as her eyes slowly began to lose focus. She allowed herself to gradually lean further back until she found herself laying down, unable to hold in a groan.

"Ooooohhhh..." Cendra moaned, her hands moving to seek out her perky young breasts. She massaged her mounds, reveling in her bliss.

Each hard nipple pressed against her palms as she rubbed herself, unable to keep her mouth closed. The intensity of the vibration was nearly enough to force her to stop, just below what she could handle.

Her hips rocked, the vibshir never slowing for an instant. She moved her right hand downwards, resting it over her belly. Her pleasure-addled mind imagined Clin sliding into her, making love to her pristine body. She wished to feel his seed deeply within her embrace, their loins locked together. A moan echoed off the stone walls, knowing that her royal womb lay just below her hand as she caressed herself. She'd carry his baby, continuing her father's legacy...

With her hips beginning to shake and quiver, she moved to clench the sheets once more as she felt herself quickly approaching her climax. Each second of the vibration brought her closer and closer, until...