Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 48

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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9th of Fonic, 12 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

The deafening silence of the chamber felt like a nagging itch inside Cendra's mind as she remained still, her legs crossed as she quietly sat upon the cold metal floor.

Before her sat her father, a mirror of her own position, his utter stillness unnerving each time she sneakily peeked open her eyes. Together they were placed in the center of The Chamber of Deliverance, the giant crescent symbol of House Vaid nearly cradling them upon the floor. Candles burned lightly in a circle around them, flickering through the darkness.

How many hours had passed as she sat there? Did she even dare to wonder? For all she knew the world beyond the locked pod chamber had ceased to exist, swept away into nothing. She did her best to remain focused, to truly delve into Dominax's teachings, yet her mind began to drift. She thought of the battle of Lake Ti, remembering her heart pumping as she drove her blade through her first man. The power she had felt coursing through her veins, burning as if it could suddenly consume her.

Her silver eyes crept open once more. Spying her father, his unnatural appearance sent a shiver down her back. As if frozen in place, it nearly seemed as though his breathing had stopped, existing as a statue of radiating power.

Closing her eyes, she did all she could to calm her mind. He had finally granted her his attention, and she'd rather open her wrists with a dagger than disappoint him. Yet after mere minutes she drifted once more, thinking of Clin. Her hand subconsciously fell to rest upon her belly.

"Enough." Dominax's deep voice boomed through the chamber, causing her to flinch. "You're restless."

The sickening sensation of failure seeped into her stomach, until she met his gaze and saw an unconcerned expression upon his features. "Apologies, father."

A wave of his hand dismissed her words. "You lasted longer than I expected from one of your temperament. Your concentration will improve through practice, and soon you'll be able to delve into yourself with ease. Your power will build as you mentally explore, sensing every aspect of your own soul."

"I will practice, father. You have my word." She replied with an ambitious smirk.

Placing his hands upon his folded knees, he sensed the same odd flicker from her that he had felt since the very beginning of their meditations. "This isn't the manner of training that you're accustomed to. Swinging a blade has its uses, yet any ordinary being can learn to weld a weapon with some amount of skill."

Once more she thought of Clin, of their hours dueling in the training yard. "Am I to assume that such training is over?"

"Of course not, my little flower, yet it shall take a different form. From now until I see fit you shall duel your sister under my guidance. You'll fight together. You'll bleed together. Only against another Vaid can you ever hope to master your skills."

The command swept the smirk from her face as she fought to refrain from scowling. "I'd prefer-"

"Oh, I'm aware of what you'd prefer, child. I've granted you Lord Clin in every other aspect, yet Vixin's development is just as important as yours."

Shifting her legs, Cendra released an annoyed breath. "So it is, yet she can hardly hope to stand against me in the training yard. I'll be reduced to the basics, as if teaching a child."

"Are you so sure?" Dominax questioned with a devious grin. "I've fought her myself. You'd be surprised at just how fearsome she has become. Further, you won't be fighting in the training yard, but here, only under my observations."

Taken aback, she was unable to keep the slight hint of a quiver from her voice. "You've...dueled? Together? Without me?"

"My flower, she required far more direct guidance than you. As I've said, you're dependable." He replied. "Your prowess during the battle only proved my predictions, though there is much you've yet to learn."

She held back her tongue, and instead nodded her head with begrudging obedience. Vixin would not keep her from her rightful place at his side.

Pleased at her display of control, if only barely holding, he shifted the subject. "That shall be dealt with later. For now, I shall demonstrate the necessity. Hold out your hand, my flower, and grant me a glimpse of your power."

"A glimpse?" She asked slowly, attempting to stall. Then, biting her lip, she closed her eyes and concentrated. Gradually, her body straining with a quiet grunt, a small flame ignited within each of her outstretched palms. "Like...this?"

A chuckle escaped him as he nodded, allowing her to cease her efforts. "A flame, of course. Your sister would have chosen lightning."

Rubbing her hands, she granted him a questioning look. "Was I...incorrect in my selection?"

"The opposite. You did exactly as I expected." He said, pausing as he chose his words carefully. "We often simplify the abilities of our bloodline as mere 'fire' and 'electricity', but in truth they are far more complex. Both are coaxed from our inner natures."

Raising an eyebrow, Cendra listened closely. The answers granted first to her spoiled sister finally sought her out, and she held every intention of receiving them with open arms.

"The nature of humans rests upon a spectrum. At one end falls aggression, strength, the urge for combat." A flame erupted into his palm as he turned his hands over. "On the other falls intrigue, cunning, the desire to manipulate." Lightning sparked in his left hand, crackling as it danced over his skin. "We are no different."

She watched him, as if a beacon in the flickering darkness.

"You crave to fight, to spread our influence through direct conquest and bloodshed. Vixin is skilled with a blade, of course, yet she'd see us defeat our enemies through intrigue, subverting the thoughts and beliefs of citizens into obeying. Flame, and lightning." He explained, raising his right and left hands in turn. "Both are essential."

Cendra looked to her own hands. "Will I never master the other half?"

"Of course you will. As your powers grow it will be necessary to explore both paths, though your preference shall always show. Your nature demands to be expressed. Though lightning may struggle to flow from your fingertips as easily as it pours from Vixin's, your fire shall burn far brighter. Use it. Hone it. Make it serve you, for it is an extension of you."

With a glimmer of hunger in her eyes, she glanced to the candles surrounding them. "I suppose that's fitting. Let Vixin toy with her Sages, I'd prefer the imperial might of the legion any day."

Again, he sensed the flicker within her womb, hardly more than a whisper fading into air.

Biting back a smirk of interest, she reluctantly opened her mouth. "Tell me, father, shall I learn to control the flames that fall within my reach? To pull them from torches and weld them against our enemies?"

He chuckled, remembering when such questions had been his own, long before Nitri had fallen. Nights spent beside Briza as they tested his capabilities, far from any curious eyes, before their secret sessions under the trees had become much less innocent.

Cendra watched with curiosity as her father reached to grasp one of the candles, igniting a flame in his other palm.

"Our abilities take the appearance of ordinary fire, it's true. It can burn, scar, and consume, yet we don't produce true fire. The flame you see is merely the form your soul takes when brought forth into reality." He said, gesturing to his free hand before shifting his attention to the other. "The flame burning atop this candle is little more than heat, holding no place in the immaterial. We have no more control over it than the breeze, yet in time you shall make the flames summoned from your fingertips dance in any way you desire."

Both encouraged and disappointed, Cendra nodded in understanding as her hand once more settled upon her belly. Again Dominax sensed the flare, as if two souls rested within her flesh.

Slowly rising to his feet, he swept his hand in a gesture for her to stand. Then, as she masked whatever unease she felt, he lured her forward. "That shall be all for today, yet come..."

Obeying without hesitation, she stepped forward and concealed a grin as she felt his fingertips rest gently upon her midriff. As he closed his eyes she parted her lips slightly, unable to deny her enjoyment at feeling him so close, as only the skintight chimira-silk of her outfit separated her from his touch.

"My flower..." he opened his eyes, meeting hers. "Truly?"

Nodding, she granted him a loving smirk. "Of course, father. Clin and I fulfilled our duty without delay."

Utter satisfaction spread across his face, clearly sensing the growing life within her womb as he narrowed his focus. "Indeed you have...Clin should be rewarded for his commitment, yet it seems he's already experienced a privilege far greater than most could dream of."

"He certainly enjoyed himself." Cendra replied with pride. "I once claimed that I understood your words best, that I earned my place as a Princess of House Vaid. Now, I shall prove it beyond all doubt, the first to fulfill my purpose. This child shall be the beginning of the third generation of your blood. A legitimate prince or princess, rather than some bastard conceived without thought nor concern for our Dynasty. A true Vaid."

Studying her face, he granted her no warning before pulling her into a kiss, their lips pressing together. She tasted him, feeling a warmth igniting within her that lingered even after their lips had parted.

As he wrapped his arms around her, he held her closely before whispering into her ear. "It's early, too soon for even your sister to sense, yet I'm certain your mother would have been proud."

The sadness she heard in his voice did little to dampen her spirits, for she closed her eyes to bask in his fatherly love, as if attempting to enjoy every second of his rare affection before it slipped from her grasp.

11th of Fonic, 12 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

Vixin jerked hard, hearing her own muffled whine escape into the gag concealing her mouth.

It took little more than a moment for the events of the previous day to flow back to her. Rosila had ordered her into the dungeons to continue her training, and she had, of course, begrudgingly obeyed. Yet where she may have hoped for a simple lesson in religion or law, the secret part of her that yearned for something more unfortunately hadn't been disappointed.

Instead of a speech from Rosila, she had been forced to disrobe, lie down upon a torture table, and make no complaint when her limbs were locked into restraints fastened directly into the wood surface. Her words would have been in vain, however, as she was swiftly gagged and blindfolded.

Yet what came next baffled the princess, for after she was tightly secured, she felt...nothing. No cruel fingers, tongues, vibshirs, only the faintly damp air of the cell. After hearing the door open and close, she was left alone for what she could only assume to be the entirety of the night, exposed and vulnerable.

For a while her mind had been on full alert, attempting to sense anything that might come her way. At any moment her most intimate areas could be set upon, stimulated without mercy. Yet as the hours passed, she began to grow bored, wanting to begin the lesson without wasting her time. She could see nothing through her blindfold, leaving her alone within her mind. Though she sent mental bursts outwards in the hopes that her father would seek her out and free her from her confinement, she received no reply, a fact only made possible by his approval of her 'lesson'.

She began to grow restless, her mind wandering to everything she'd like her mistress to subject her to. Her touch, the texture of her tongue, she yearned for...anything. Arousing thoughts brought her attention between her legs, a waiting treasure she couldn't reach.

Only when she had finally drifted asleep did she find escape within her own mind, only now to be ripped back into reality as she felt something swipe across her thigh.

Waiting, she heard nothing more than the silence of the cell, feeling every nerve on edge. Anyone, truly anyone could have touched her. They could be peering down at her naked form, knowing she would be unable to stop them.

Her body jerked hard once more, reacting as something poked just under her breast. She muttered into her gag, only to receive a laugh.

"Ah, little princess, did you enjoy your night?" A voice that could only be Rosila asked softly, followed by the sensation of fingertips dragging over Vixin's midriff. "I hope you slept well, for today is going to be...long."

Breathing lightly into her gag, Vixin felt fingers travel down her side, making their way over her hip. Then, narrowly avoiding her waiting womanhood, they continued down her leg.

"Think of today as a test. A trial of will, of resilience." She continued, running her hand along the princess's calf. She then reached her foot, receiving a muffled giggle as she caressed the underside. "Our previous sessions were merely a simple taste, for you have my word that today will break you."

Nervous, Vixin flexed her slim arms against her bindings, feeling her mistress's hand making a return journey up her leg. Spread wide and bound at her ankles and knees, she could hardly move further than a fraction of an inch as she felt her fingers gliding up her inner thigh.

Anticipation building with each second that passed, she finally released a disappointed mutter into her gag as Rosila abruptly changed course, narrowly avoiding her loins.

"Oh, don't worry, we'll get to that. Allow me to take my time to appreciate this gorgeous form first." Rosila said, sliding her hands over Vixin's lightly toned abs. "This body of yours is truly a wonder, a royal delight. Flawless, even after giving birth."

The comment forced a glare that Rosila couldn't see, nor would she have cared. She simply continued on, seemingly caressing every inch aside from where Vixin truly craved.

Over and over, she avoided touching between her legs, coaxing a muffled moan from the princess each time. Then, finally, Vixin felt her fingers glide over her labia, sending tingles of sensation through her lower half. Though only a quick taste, the moment was enough to spike her arousal, wanting more.

"Are you certain you want my attention here?" Rosila chuckled, running a single finger between the young woman's tight lower lips. "I must warn you, little princess. Once we begin, you're not going to cum for quite...a...while."

Vixin moaned, feeling only the faintest stimulation as the finger rubbed lightly up and down, avoiding her clit. Her body yearned for her touch, starved of stimulation for hours.

Then suddenly it was gone, as quickly as it had appeared. Though she sighed in frustration, the sound of feet softly walking away filled her with dread, uncertain if she'd be left to another night of solitude. Yet to her relief she heard them returning, stopping beside her.

"Tonight I own your pleasure, little princess. There is nothing you can do to convince me to stop, nor to continue. You're at my mercy, though I don't think you particularly hate that, do you?"

Vixin clenched up instantaneously as she felt something thin and soft run across her belly, leaving her skin tingling wherever it touched.

"Oh yes, there is ample reason to struggle." Rosila teased as again the object ran across her skin, just below her breast. "A tilicota feather, though I'm certain you don't need to be reminded. You feel the tingle of the aphrodisiacs, don't you?"

The feather swiped across her belly button, leaving a pleasing itch as Vixin muttered in reaction. Her situation had suddenly become much more dire, and she realized she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to discover where this 'lesson' was leading.

She felt it return, though now it dragged down the entirety of her right side. She giggled, the tickling sensation only amplified by the aphrodisiacs. Worse, it retraced its path, sliding up her torso until it carried on up her arm.

"A ticklish princess, just as I had hoped." Rosila words oozed from her lips, drenched with an arousal she no longer cared to contain. "Oh Vixin, you're either going to despise me by the end of this or worship me."

Panicking, she felt the feather lick up and down her underarm, increasing in speed until it began to tickle her properly. She pulled hard against her restraints, unable to escape the torment.

After several seconds it pulled away, granting her a glimpse of the torture to come. She felt it slide downwards, carrying over her thigh and down her leg. Her skin continued to tingle even after it had long since departed, fading maddeningly slowly.

As she heard a knock at the door, she felt it briefly run under her foot before restarting its journey back up her leg. She heard Rosila order someone to enter before the door was once again resealed.

"I've asked a pair of our 'sisters' to assist me. After all, who better to train you than your fellow Sages?" Rosila commented, shortly before Vixin felt yet another feather caress her flat belly. A third joined them, running down her arm.

Vixin squirmed under their assault, blushing hard at knowing that at least two other Sages viewed her torment. The thought of her naked body bound and on display aroused her deeply as remnants of shame flowed through her. Her mistress could be lying, of course, as an image of the room filled with silent watchers seeped into her imagination.

A feather came within an inch of touching Vixin's waiting vagina, causing her hips to buck with whatever little freedom she could find. The move did little but to cause the Sages to giggle, forcing embarrassment to seep into her being.

Minute after minute passed, mercifully subjecting her only to light caresses. Her desire grew with each moment, each gentle flick of the tormenting feathers that seemed to creep closer and closer to her sensitive womanhood.

Finally, after what could have been an hour, or an eternity of teasing, Vixin was unable to hold in a moan as a feather lightly ran between her lower lips. The tingling sensation trickled through her loins, only serving to drive her need further.

"Such a pretty pussy." Rosila said as the feather repeated, dragging slowly between her waiting labia. "The God Emperor must feel nothing but pride whenever he sees it. Have you taken your father to bed again since you birthed his bastard?"

Vixin squirmed, both in pleasure and panic at the presence of the other Sages.

"Calm yourself. A secret between Sages is a secret that dies when they do. Besides, they already know." Rosila said smugly.

Feeling the feather lick up and down her vagina while skillfully missing her clit, Vixin groaned into her gag. Just how many people knew of her secret? The embarrassment of others knowing she had taken her father's cock like a common whore filled her with heavy lust.