Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 46

He nearly laughed as she sunk down, his cock sliding down her throat. "Such is the duty of rulers, and you've seemed to withstand it well. The Empire has remained whole despite my absence."

Taking slow, deep thrusts of her head, she felt his manhood approach the very limits of her capacity to refrain from choking. The cock that had claimed her virginity slid down her throat, nearly overwhelming her.

She reached under to take his testicles in her palm, feeling their weight and shape. They had granted her three perfect children, a fate she could only have wished for.

Gradually, as if reluctantly, she pulled him free once more, already missing his intrusion as she alternated to stroke him. A string of saliva extended from her tongue to his tip, and she made no move to remove it. "I've done only what you required, my love, yet I can stand it no further. I don't want your throne, I want your sword beside my own! Please...allow me to fight beside you."

With her deep blue eyes appearing to shimmer in the moonlight of Thriduin, he caressed her cheek before moving his hips forwards. Sinking back into her lips, he carefully pushed inside her mouth, feeling her tongue drag along the underside of his shaft. "Ahh...I'll consider your request, yet I admit I'm reluctant to place you in danger."

Looking up at him as she pleasured his manhood, her brows furrowed at his words, and he once again ran his fingers through her hair. "That isn't to say I doubt you, my love."

Her expression remained defiant even as she milked his shaft with her mouth.

He stifled a sigh and peered out to the city below. "There are alternatives...ahh...to leaving you upon the throne. I shall ponder it, though speak no more of it."

As if knowing she couldn't expect a better answer, she resigned herself to focus on his cock, feeling the steadily building excitement stirring in her own loins.

Sliding in and out, she massaged his testicles carefully, never wishing to damage his holy seed. How many girls of Kinia had accepted said seed, their bellies swelling with unknown siblings of Irith's own children? The thought forced her free hand to slide down her midriff, seeking the warmth between her overly feminine thighs.

She tasted him, wondering of the lovers he had claimed. A Concubine Empress, mistress of the harem slaves, why did such a thought occur to her now? She had witnessed the very cock inside her mouth slide into many beautiful young women without a moment of concern, yet now...

He felt a tickle across his manhood as she moaned, her hand slipping beneath her revealing dress to seek her wetness. In response he began to guide her head with more control, lightly bucking his hips back and forth.

The Northern Kingdoms were her homeland, a birthplace discarded. Kinia had been both a close ally and rival of Harin, yet to imagine females of her own lands bedding her mate? A tingle of jealousy seeped into her for the first time, despite her claims.

Dominax continued on, enjoying her skillful mouth and granting no hint that he had sensed her emotions. If such things brought doubt to her mind, he could only imagine her thoughts when she learned the truth of Vixin's unborn child, an unpredictable storm he'd weather another day.

Irith felt him clench, the subtle quiver that whispered of an approaching orgasm. Instead of seeing it through, she slowly pulled his cock from her lips, utterly soaked in her saliva.

Before he bothered to question her, Dominax felt her guide him back until he sat down upon one of the nearby cushioned benches placed around Crescent Plaza. She crept between his parted legs, eyeing him like a huntress approaching her prey.

Slowly, she took his cock, pressing it between her round breasts and holding him there to build his anticipation. "These are yours alone, my love. Use them..."

As if obeying her own command, she began to slide his cock up and down, gliding between her mounds. The soft sensation of her flawless skin dragged an amused moan from her mate, causing him to lean back in enjoyment.

"You've become more eager in my absence, little Irith." He said through a satisfied grin. "Perhaps I should leave you here once more."

"I think you'll want me right at your side, my love." She said in her gorgeous accent, his cock sliding up and down. She moved to grasp her breasts in each hand, holding them firmly together to increase his bliss.

"You may be correct; I could never tire of this view." He smirked. "It is rare to find such perfection in ordinary humans."

"Ordinary?" She asked teasingly, her eyes gesturing to her breasts. "I'm aware of your fondness for them, a trait it seems you've passed to your son. Hardly can I recover from his feeding before he begs for more."

Dominax's lips pulled into a vicious smile. "You've done well, Irith, a mother worthy of...ahh...bearing my heir."

His words stirred a flow of primal arousal through her, once more bringing her attention to the neglected ache between her thighs. "Oh Dominax...you've been away for FAR too long. The children need their father..."

Gliding up and down between her noticeable mounds, he felt the firmness of her flesh, the perfect amount to grant her a full round shape while allowing a slight bounce with each movement.

"Nafalya is maturing so swiftly, my love." Irith said with motherly pride that boarded on obsession. "She's already so beautiful...and growing more so each day. You must protect her, else we end up with a grandchild of our blood so soon."

The thought brought the memory of Deci, of Vixin and Cendra, and he felt his sliding manhood twitch between her breasts.

"She's no less beautiful than clever, my love. You'll be proud, I hold no doubt." She continued, a bright smile crossing her face. "Though perhaps too clever, for the servants and slaves can hardly keep track of her."

Dominax moaned, his large size caressed on either side as he began to thrust his hips gently to match her movements.

"Arinax is another matter..." Irith said, her breasts subtly jiggling as she moved up and down. "Where Nafalya never seems to shy away from escaping her quarters, I can hardly seem to leave Arinax alone for more than a few hours."

Beautifully accented and stemming from a gorgeous face, her words fanned the flame of his desire. A mate all men would risk their lives for, speaking lovingly of the children she had produced for him, every aspect of his primal paternal urges were caressed.

"Yet I've no doubt he'll be a great God Emperor, even if a quiet one. Already he resembles you more than I could have hoped, to where I sometimes wonder if he's simply a manifestation of your seed itself!"

A moan escaped him, nearly ready to paint her face with said seed.

"And Zela..." She began, choosing her words carefully. "Zela is Zela. At times I look into her silver eyes and see your own staring back at me, a mind I don't believe I'll ever fully understand. She's your blood, my love, such an oddity is inevitable."

With her saliva coating his member, he moved easily, his hips rhythmic as he used her breasts. So close was he, nearly able to reach out and touch his climax.

Seeing his evident enjoyment, her motherly smile thinned coyly, knowing him all too well. "And to think...they continue to suckle from me. These full breasts, your prizes, nursing your children. Strong...beautiful...healthy children, all of your bloodline..."

Her exotic soothing words struck directly at his instincts, and he found himself passing his limit. His hips jerked, and with a powerful groan, his seed spurted forth from his tip.

Irith moaned in satisfaction, opening her mouth and shutting her eyes as he coated her pretty face with his sperm. From between her breasts his cock spit, sending heavy ropes of cum arcing across her features.

Her tongue caught a small portion, yet the rest drenched her face, leaking down to drip lightly over her breasts. He breathed, gazing down triumphantly as he took in the sight of his mate claimed by his potent sperm.

She tasted him on her tongue as she closed her mouth, hardly daring to move else she allow it to pour from her skin. Instead she remained still, opening her eyes only when she felt him slip his cock from her chest.

He reached down to take her hands, guiding her to carefully join him upon the bench.

"I always forget...how much there is." She chuckled, leaning her head back to bask in his scent.

A small breeze tugged at the small awning above their cushioned bench, a warm whisper of their tropical surroundings that had been severely lacking in Kinia.

"I possess another task for you, my love. You've served your duty well in managing the court, yet I ask more." He said firmly, reaching around to lay his hand upon her waist. "Do this for me, and I shall allow you to accompany the legion when we march once more."

A heavy breath escaped her as she reluctantly closed her eyes, only for them to open with conviction. "Name it. I shall fight at your side."

"You had many beside you for support during your Week of Ardon. Nafalya, Cendra, even Vixin. During her own, I'd like you to be at her side in turn, in place of her mother." Dominax commanded coldly, granting no peek into his concerns for his daughter. "You are her father's chosen mate, my final Concubine Empress. Such a thing would demonstrate unity."

Though surprised, Irith retained her composure as she turned her head to face him. "I doubt she'd take great comfort in my presence. Don't forget, it was your own command that required her at my side."

"Yet she obeyed without complaint." He stated plainly. "She's a woman now, and she'll maintain a handle over her reservations. As will you."

Irith's slick face hardened. "The girl aided in a plot to assassinate me, my love, yet I've treated her only with the respect a princess requires. I've handled my 'reservations' well."

"She was merely fourteen, Irith. Place the blame upon the true traitor, a whore's name I shall never again utter." His tone lowered to a deadly pitch.

"Of course, I've forgiven her part in such things." She replied calmly, silently considering if her words held truth. "Though asking me to hold the role of the woman who possessed the intention of my death is another thing entirely."

Dominax pulled her closer, peering down upon her seed painted face. "Do you recall the words I spoke to you in Nitri? Of how my girls needed a mother to truly care for them?"

She pulled his hand into her lap, cradling it in her own as if instinctually comforting him. "You feared you did not possess the capacity to love them the way they deserve."

A joyless expression claimed his features as he nodded. "None would blame you should you despise Vixin for her actions, though she needs you."

"I don't despise her, my love." She stated, perhaps far more firmly than she had intended. "I've kept my promise to look after both of my stepdaughters, even after all that's occurred. It's possible I've...failed Vixin, failed to be a mother to her, yet I've done what I could."

Dominax squeezed her hand, feeling the soft skin of her hip under his other. "Indeed, and I've played my part in turn. I've granted you the family you so wished for, yet it remains fragmented." A breath followed his words, before his tone hardened further. "You've made motherhood your life, yet herein lies a moment to mend what came before. You hold an opportunity to prove that your words aren't merely what they are, words. Vixin lacks her true mother to assist her through this, to support her. Be there at her side."

"I'd like to." She replied quietly. "Yet if she resents my distance after all these years? If it cannot be mended?"

In response he eased somewhat. "I know my daughter well, Irith. Simply do your part, and whatever ill feelings she may possess for you shall slip away. The bonds of The Vaid Dynasty will strengthen, a family we both vowed to maintain in our own ways." His grip increased upon her hand, as if it would slip away. "Do not abandon her."

Turning to gaze at the nearby edge of the plaza, she considered his words as a hint of guilt settled into her chest. Though Vixin had plotted against her, surely it was understandable for a young girl to give into the manipulating desires of her mother. Xenia was to blame, not her daughter, yet Irith had shown her little love in the following years. Her thoughts flowed to Nafalya, knowing with certainty how she'd like her own child to be treated if she were to fall. "Dominax...I'd like to be there at her side."

His tension softened, and he reached up to cup her lightly dripping chin to return her gaze to him. "Truly?"

"I've failed her, Dominax." She said as her accented words nearly seized in her throat, unable to keep a dampness from her eyes. "I've promised to love your previous children as if they were my own, both Cendra and Vixin. I'll be a mother to her once more, as I should have always been."

Satisfied, and more relieved than he cared to admit, he leaned to grant the top of her silky hair a kiss, pulling her closer to his chest as his own seed continued to cover much of her beautiful face. "You've more than earned your title, a mate any would be proud to possess."

41st of Thriduin, 12 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

There was no end in sight to the crowds of citizens who flooded the city with wild celebration. More had flowed in from across The Empire over the two weeks from The God Emperor's triumphant return, quickly overwhelming Domani until legionary tents had been set up to surround The Capital, temporarily tripling the size of the city and serving to shelter the joyfully frantic population.

Day and night both men and women danced nude through the streets, engaging in all manner of lustful conduct as others hurled fistfuls of vividly colored powders through the air, raining down upon the celebrating masses.

Many had initially come for The Empire's victory yet remained far longer and were joined by many others when Dominax proclaimed his coming intentions. Festivities with no end in sight, countless flocked to enter the throne room when the second moment for celebration came.

The Week of Ardon has come once more, celebrating the coming birth of The God Emperor's blood. Having sensed Vixin's womb, along with assistance from his most skilled healers, he aligned the ten days of worship to end directly with the beginning of her labor.

Thousands of devoted followers came each day, one after another kneeling before the princess as she sat upon the first steps of the throne. They prayed towards her swollen belly, with dozens of only the most skilled and trusted guards waiting at either side to defend The God Emperor's daughter.

She hadn't requested their protection herself, of course, as she knew that any deranged attacker would swiftly find themselves a demonstration of her own powers. However, what she was less certain of was sitting before the steady stream of worshipers utterly nude, as Irith had done during her own Ardon. At first nervous when her father made his request, then excited at the thought, she had given in and allowed herself to be displayed in such a vulnerable state, a final step beyond her typical revealing outfit.

The masses were granted the honor of viewing the flawless body of their ruler's daughter as she sat, as if a proclamation that his seed produced only perfection. As the representation of such a claim, Vixin displayed only her carefully crafted facade of confidence and sensuality, masking any reservations that remained to her. A part of her wanted them to see, delving further into debauchery.

With her pregnant belly marked with the crescent moon of House Vaid in white paint, she awaited the moment her father's gift would finally slip from her loins.

It didn't take long. Though coming on the twelfth day rather than the tenth, she felt her first contractions.

As The God Emperor had taken to sitting upon the throne above her throughout the long week, with the conquered nude bodies of Felza and Pelni forced to kneel at his feet, he quickly summoned his Concubine Empress the moment he sensed what approached.

He remained upon his throne despite an urge to rush to his daughter's side and hold her as she delivered the child he himself had granted her, intending to display only an image of power and control.

Irith arrived shortly after the healers, joining Vixin as they were already in the process of moving her from the stairs and propping her back up with cushions they had laid upon the floor.

Vixin had known that she'd come, of course, but she couldn't help but feel uneasy as her stepmother sat down beside her. Nude, utterly vulnerable before a massive crowd that filled the throne room, she turned her head to the woman she had nearly assisted in murdering.

True to her word, Irith reached down, gently grasping Vixin's hand with a kind smile. "I'm here, my sweet."

Focusing on The Concubine Empress, Vixin sensed her sincerity with a hint of confusion. Nothing remained inside the older woman but a motherly love, no anger, no resentment, no awkward conflictions.

Her younger siblings had been placed far to the side, Nafalya looking after both toddlers as Arinax clung to her young chest, and Zela stood calmly at her side. Cendra was nowhere to be found, a fact that was hardly surprising yet still struck Vixin with an inkling of disappointment. Her older sister, if only by mere days, had abandoned her. And yet...

"Thank you." Vixin said to Irith as she looked up, before squeezing her hand as a particularly strong contraction claimed her loins.

"Of course, child." She said, running her fingers through Vixin's silky black hair, the exact color of Dominax aside from his graying strands. She was her mate's blood, as much a part of him as her own children. "Just calm yourself, I'll be right at your side.

Her gentle flowing words stabbed at something deep inside the princess, and she felt tears begin to stream down her pretty face. Mistaking them for pain, Irith wiped them from her cheeks.

For less than an hour, far shorter than an ordinary human's labor, the crowd watched as the princess's royal body struggled, finally loosing a scream as she gave a final push. The tiny cries of her child sprang forth, echoing through the massive chamber and inciting cheers from all. Many men knelt and bowed their heads in veneration while women wept with joy.

The healers quickly delivered the child into his mother's arms, and she peered down with utter joy upon seeing her new son.

Irith lovingly held onto Vixin's arm, viewing the boy's crying face. She had expected to see a stranger's face, yet already his features appeared closer to Dominax than even Arinax.

The God Emperor rose from his throne and began to slowly descend upon the new mother. When reaching her side at the base of the throne, he caressed his daughter's cheek with pride.

Vixin sensed a burst of fatherly love directed to her, and she returned it with a flare of satisfaction. They met each other's eyes, silver into silver, as if a silent acknowledgment of what only they knew to be true.

Carefully he took the boy from her arms, bringing him up for inspection. The boy held no defects, no punishments for the secret of his conception, only a perfectly healthy infant. Sensing deeper Dominax clearly felt his own spiritual line connecting to the boy's ethereal form, both through his daughter...and directly from himself. An insidious grin spread across his face.