Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 44

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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23rd of Iahta, 11 AVE.

Kingdom of Kinia, Outside Deci.

The quiet tapping of his foot and the flickering of candles were all that filled his tent as Alrin peered at the message cylinder. Once more he removed one of the four sided sticks, its surfaces bare and smooth. The pointed metal tip of his writing instrument hovered just above, only pressing gently into the soft wood of the stick when he found his words.

"My dearest Felza, when-" he began to write, only to pause before muttering to himself. "Dearest?"

Tossing the message into a growing pile of discarded sticks, he pulled a fresh one from the cylinder before restarting. "Felza, when a father must leave his child for extended periods of time, he may find himself longing to return. This war-"

Alrin stared at the symbols etched into the wood, sighing as once more he dropped the stick. Another took its place, beginning again. "Felza, there is little in this world that would keep me from your side, to see you grow and flourish. Duty-" he paused, pondering before continuing. "Duty is a pleasure and a tragedy. Pleasure in our victories, tragedy in that we miss the moments our-" he wrote. "our families-"

Grunting, he flung it into the pile, grabbing yet another. "Felza, your messages regarding the health of your new daughter have sustained me in these-"

Beginning to grit his teeth, he replaced the stick for yet another blank one. "Felza, I long for the moment I am able to hold my grandchild in my arms, to-"

With his hand beginning to lightly tremble, he laid down his instrument before rubbing his forehead. As he closed his eyes, he felt the wrinkles of a man twice his age, his sigh whispering through the particularly dry air of the night.

Finally, as the words simply refused to come, he grabbed his final message stick and etched into its surface. "Felza. We have ample food, sufficient warmth. All is well, Deci shall be recovered before the next moon. I shall return shortly."

As he slid the stick into the message cylinder and sealed its top, he called for a servant, a boy who dutifully entered the tent before bowing.

"Send a ranidon to Privin." He commanded, placing the cylinder in the boy's hand. "Mark it for Lady Felza's eyes."

Nodding wordlessly, the boy obeyed by turning stiffly and removing himself from the tent with fervent strides, seeking the cages of the flying creatures.

Alrin nearly grinned. If every one of his men showed a similar devotion and obedience to his commands, he'd have won every battle for Kinia he'd ever fought.

Leaning back in his chair, he released a sigh as he stared up at the cloth ceiling, as purple as a Korta tree.

He could nearly fall asleep, half drifting away before a cry rang out from beyond his tent, followed by another. As he hurried to his feet, further screams echoed outside, growing closer and closer before he burst from the fabric entrance.

His gaze was met with the sight of burning tents throughout the camp, causing him to practically spit with each word as he grabbed the nearest man. "Where are the lookouts?!"

Appearing just as confused as he felt himself, the man was claimed by a stunned silence before a charging roar from behind caused Alrin to release him and spin around, feeling his heart sink. There, through the sea of tents, he watched as a wave of white-cloaked warriors tore through the camp and began slaughtering his unprepared men as they scurried to arm themselves in the spreading confusion and panic. Alrin wrenched his sword from its sheath, instinctively shouting for any nearby to gather into something that might resemble a defensive formation.

With no time to ponder how his trapped enemy had managed to attack from behind, he charged forward to meet his attackers. Yet no sooner than as his sword struck the first white blade did he hear a second rush of men as Deci's nearly fallen gate burst open, flooding his camp with the remainder of The Imperial Legion.

Caught utterly off-guard and assaulted from both sides, each moment brought death to dozens of Kinia's loyal warriors. Burning sleeping men in their tents, hacking down any who attempted to run, few were able to don their armor or ready their swords before they were met with slashing white blades. The cloaks of their attackers nearly glowed in the moonlight, as if phantoms sent to punish the royal army for the sins of past battles.

Death surrounded Alrin, his blade ripping through an adversary as his men were slaughtered. Only one choice truly remained, clear enough for all to see. "Retreat!"

Alrin cried out his command, repeating with each ragged shout as his remaining men fought to claw their way through whatever gaps remained in their enemy's line. Broken men fled from the camp, carrying anything they could grasp as their companions fell.

The hair on the back of Alrin's head tingled an instant before a web of lightning ripped through the camp in the distance, causing him to tighten his grip on his sword in reaction. The God Emperor...was free.

Leading a charge to burst from the camp, Alrin guided his men to retreat into the nearby tree line, helping as many warriors as he could gather.

Within a single hour, the siege of Deci collapsed into a burning ring of tents.

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Dominax smirked as he watched them disappear into the forest, hearing cheers burst around him as for the first time in three moons they walked beyond Deci's accursed walls. His bubbling inner relief remained buried beneath a stance of victorious strength, displaying only an image of power.

He gave them their moment of triumph, his peering eyes searching the crowd before Hesin's masked face broke from the bloodstained masses and knelt before him. "I believe we're finished here, my lord."

"Indeed, Lord Hesin. Well done." Dominax said as he patted the faceless assassin's cloaked shoulder. "Yet come, Alrin shall not be permitted to slink back to his Capital."

"Everything is prepared to move, father." Cendra stated, overhearing his words as she approached from behind. Vixin followed a moment later, studying the gruesome scene beyond the walls.

The God Emperor nodded with satisfaction as Hesin stood. "Good, my flower. These men and women are eager to give chase, to slay the prince that forced their containment. I will not permit them to spend a single further moment behind those walls."

Hesin watched with curiosity as Dominax approached Cendra, caressing her cheek.

"Yet tell me, is it not your desire to join me in battle?" He asked, watching a flare of hope dance in her eyes.

"Of course, father. I'd...be honored." She replied with an uncontrolled grin.

"Then so be it. You're a woman now, my girl, and thus I'll allow you to fight in the front." He explained with a subtle smirk. "Not merely in the rear, as you did during the siege of Argin, but truly in the center of battle. Consider it the first step in your new training, as you've proven yourself to be capable of doing what's necessary."

Cendra straightened, hoping to appear as proud and powerful as her graceful body would allow, yet her grin refused to fade. "I shall not disappoint."

Vixin stepped forward, removing her hand from her belly. "And what of me, master? I've trained to fight just as hard as she, if not more so."

"You shall not see a hint of battle until your 'predicament' resolves itself." He replied, eyes gesturing to her stomach. "Until then, and while Lord Clin's leg heals, you two will defend the supply train and ensure it follows swiftly. Is that understood?"

Vixin opened her mouth to argue, only to glance to Cendra as she heard a faint chuckle. Her sister smirked smugly, reveling at their father's decision. Though a burning frustration trickled through her being, she simply closed her mouth and nodded obediently.

"Good girl. Now come, let us hunt a Prince." Dominax commanded, already moving to seize command of the legion as they gathered into formation.

"Good girl." Cendra repeated in a whisper, before turning to join their father.

25th of Iahta, 11 AVE.

Kingdom of Kinia, Privin.

"How curious." Felza commented, her voice echoing lightly through the royal bedchamber.

King Olvir groaned as he sat beside her, feeling her hand as she absent-mindedly stroked his manhood up and down. Lying on her belly next to him on the delicate sheets, his eyes traveled down her lithe back to fall upon her rear.

Her free hand traced over the ancient wood of a thin slab, taken from the top of the nearest pile strung about the floor. "Did you know that your fourth great grandfather was slain in a duel against a High-Chief of Velexia?"

"I should never have granted you access to the royal archives." He muttered, taking in every detail of her form. Her long dark braid had been shifted some moons ago, now styled to fall from the side of her head. "If I wanted a lesson in family history, I would have spoken to your father."

"We've had quite a few encounters with the southern tribes during our House's history, uncle. One must learn the history of their enemy should they wish to defeat them." She replied, slowing her strokes.

"You sound more like Alrin every year." He sighed with annoyance. "Yet don't delude yourself into considering them as anything beyond barbarians."

A giggle escaped her lips. "You'd be surprised, uncle. Their history is...fascinating."

Olvir tensed, feeling her grip tighten as her words finished. "You've become the student of savages, then?"

"Call it a curiosity, nothing more. If you'd allow me to read the stories to you, to illustrate how...wild and chaotic their lands have remained..." She began, before deciding to briefly lean over and pull a rotting piece of parchment from the pile. "Take the story of High-Chief Jin of Valia for example, a man who possessed twenty concubines. Can you imagine such a thing? When his people grew tired of his rule, they dragged him into the rainforest and burned him, the strongest of his rivals each claiming a charred bone and a concubine as their trophy of treason."

With a frustrated scowl as his arousal hung hard in the air, he moved to his knees and placed his hands upon her calves. "As I've said, savages."

She felt his hands glide up the back of her nude legs to begin massaging her thighs, her eyes closing to enjoy his fingers as they pressed into her skin. "Can one not become excited to think of such lawless creatures? What of the tale of Chief Cilis, vassal to High-Chief Bovin of Salrin more than a century ago? Three sons were born to him within a single month, earning him praise for his virility. He believed his bloodline was ensured, only to later learn that his overlord had slept with all three of his concubines during his annual visit, precisely when his children were conceived. He rebelled, as any true man would, yet he was captured and gelded before the next moon."

"This monstrous story excites you?" He asked in surprise, rubbing his knuckles softly yet firmly into her skin.

"Intrigues me, uncle, as it demonstrates that justice is never ensured." She replied, before biting her lip. "No, Extis's story excites me, High-Chief of Pir. Two centuries ago, he sacked Ashin with his strongest warriors. Every man and woman were gathered, the males castrated and the females ravished. Some claim that when Extis's army finally returned home, no single woman of Ashin could be found without a baby in her belly."

Olvir moved upwards, caressing her rump. "Such a tale calls to you? The thought of your city razed? A warrior's baby forced into your belly?"

A coy smile crossed her lips as she turned her head. "Some nights."

He moved to straddle her, knees holding him above her as he leaned down to press his lips to her ear. "Should I inform my dear brother that his precious little daughter dreams of his enemy?"

She felt his manhood press just between her asscheeks, teasing her resistance. "Oh? And what punishment would he inflict upon his only child?"

"Certainly not this." He replied with a hungry grin, pushing his cock forward until it pressed against her rear entrance. In response she quickly reached back, placing her hand on the side of his thigh.

"Wait..." she said, lowering her voice. "Not in there quite yet..."

Annoyed, he reached down, positioning his tip against her lower lips as she raised her rump just enough to grant him leverage. Slowly he began to push inside, sinking his cock into her vagina.

A deep moan escaped them both as he hilted her, not quite able to reach her deepest depths. An hour of teasing had left him craving, eager to thrust into her as his movements began.

"This...ahhh...is our opportunity, uncle." She said as his hips rocked into her. "The moment to rectify my failure..."

"A daughter is hardly a failure..." he moaned, reaching under to wrap his arm around her.

"Yet I was meant to bear you a son...a KING..."

"What of it? We...ahh...have ample time for such things..."

Felza moved her hips to match his rhythm, feeling him claim her body. "My father may disagree, as he has spoken of the threat they-" A cry of surprise was ripped from her throat as he suddenly rammed himself inside as hard as he could muster.

"Don't you speak of my brother's foolish worries..." he commanded, before resuming his thrusts. "The barbarians are contained, caged within Deci."

Their skin slapped against each other with every movement, her tight embrace caressing his shaft as he explored as far as he could manage. "Yet tonight is our chance! Come, uncle...ahh...allow me to grant you an heir..."

His cock strained at the thought of her young, womanly body pregnant once more, yet a further desire remained. "You shall one day birth a king...though tonight I shall indulge myself."

As if proving his words, she felt his cock slide out from her vagina, only to press hard once more against her rear entrance. "Olvir wait...I-"

Without another moment of hesitation, he pressed forward, sinking into her ass. He groaned, the vaginal juices coating his cock easing his intrusion.

She cried out, feeling him stretch her for the very first time, granting her a foreign sensation as pain and pleasure mixed. His waist pressed against her asscheeks, burying himself deeply inside.

As he began to move, she reached out and gripped the sheets, feeling him thrust with cautious slowness as he allowed her to adjust to his presence. "Fuck..."

He chuckled, caressing her round asscheeks. "How utterly tight you are...I nearly regret waiting this long..."

Slowly, gradually, he found a steady pace as he pushed in and out. Her body remained pressed beneath him, claimed by a king.

"Uncle...ahh..." she began to moan, adjusting to his average girth as the pain slowly seeped away under the ripples of pleasure. Mounted, she could do little beside submit, her ass taking whatever was required to please him.

"If only Alrin could see you now..." The King teased. "To witness his daughter moaning like a common whore..."

"Don't..." She attempted to resist, only for a shudder to reveal every aspect of her enjoyment.

"I would gladly thank him...for his seed has formed a superb lover..." he said, slowly flattening himself atop her to pin her into the sheets completely. "I'll reward his efforts defending my kingdom...ahh...with pleasure for his daughter..."

His words forced a cry of submission from her lips, clenching the soft fabric hard as he took her. "He'd...ahh...kill us both..."

"His precious girl?" Olvir chuckled, grunting as he slid in and out. "I think not. If there's one thing my brother understands...ahh...it's legacy. He defends my family's...yet YOU'RE his..."

Felza's eyes briefly rolled up, the new sensation nearly overwhelming. "Then grant...ooohhh fuck...grant a king into his legacy..."

"Rush me no further..." he said through gritted teeth, his hand caressing her body. "Time remains our ally...more so now that the savages are cornered. Alrin will have the grandson you demand...when I'm finished enjoying this..." he said, reaching down to roughly grope her asscheek.

Weary of debating the issue, she allowed her hand to slide between her body and the sheets, finding its way between her legs. As his cock continued to focus on her rear, her fingers began to lightly tease her womanhood.

Hips moving up and down, he slid in and out of her ass, groaning with each thrust. He felt her rump tighten around him as her touch found her clit, beginning to pleasure herself beneath him.

From the corner of her eye the pile of documents nearly called to her, and she found her head turning to face them. Each of her blissful whimpers fell to the back of her awareness, looking over the many stories laying before her. Wooden slabs, ancient parchment, dried leather, tales from the southern tribes had been written by lords across the northern kingdoms, of many cultures at varying times.

It wasn't long before her rump ached, handled roughly by the king. She thought of the stories she had read, her interest sparked soon after whispers of their coming invasion had reached the royal court, delving into the histories that had made their way into Kinia's archives. These people, these beasts, the thought of encountering them flared her arousal. Many nights she had dreamed of being carried away by a pillager, forced upon his cock and made to mother his strong children. Could Olvir grant her such offspring, a future king or not?

Tingles trickled from between her legs, her fingers making quick work of herself. Her thoughts only drove her further, enthralled by fantasies of southern chaos. This 'God Emperor' was attempting to undo such a wild environment, of course, enforcing stability. Unpredictable raids, the sudden slaughter of entire communities, all would vanish if his rule were allowed to continue. The excitement and drama of the tales she had read would end, becoming nothing more than like the bland but stable walls of Kinia's castle. Having endured such walls all her life, she couldn't help but feel curiosity at seeing them painted red.

Her hips lightly humped her hand between thrusts from behind, slightly stretching her. Olvir bucked into her like a desperate animal, holding down her form with his own body. His hand glided over her side, feeling her slim curves.

"If you refuse to fill my womb this night...don't you dare pull out..." she said, tirelessly teasing her clit.

Olvir grinned, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper. "You give commands...to a king? Luckily...ahh...we're in agreement..."