Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 51

Without another sound she turned to depart, leaving him alone.

Nafalya had returned to her father's table, sitting beside Salduin. The large man greeted her quickly before sneaking a look at Vixin. Sitting only a few seats away, he felt his pulse quicken as he studied her, a flawless figure of beauty. Subconsciously he gripped the edge of the table, unable to prevent himself from imagining how it would feel to bend her over it.

As his eyes fell upon her belly he quickly pulled his gaze away, releasing a breath. How relieved he had been to learn of her pregnancy, knowing he wouldn't be expected to breed her for at least another four moons. He now possessed time to rectify his thoughts, for the face of Jinilya flashed through his mind. No longer would Clin and Hesin grant him curious glances each day he abstained from planting his seed inside her alluring body.

Yet...peering at her once more, he felt a flush of desire course through him. The curves of her enchanting hips, her modest though round breasts, every inch of her being called to him, tempting him with her warm embrace.

A memory of Jinilya and their daughter Rira claimed his mind once more, hurling him back from his tantalizing thoughts. He searched his surroundings, attempting to find a distraction to bury them once more. He noticed High Lady Vora of The Tarin District seated at another table, her legs spread as she held the head of a crouching slave firmly between her parted thighs.

Feeling his arousal build once more, he returned his attention to Vixin, watching her pretty face as she studied Cendra from across the table. Her expression darkened as Clin proudly caressed her sister's belly, seeing Cendra bask in an aroused enjoyment before shooting Vixin a smirk.

Salduin watched her blush before she turned away with embarrassment. An idea appeared to form within her eyes, and she stood up to make her way over to her voyeur.

The large man felt his heart quickening with each step she took towards him, turning to act as though he had only just noticed her when she came to a stop beside him. "Ah, hello princess."

"There's no need for formalities; a simple 'Vixin' will be more than adequate." She said softly as she touched his forearm. "Perhaps there is some place we could...talk?"

His skin tingled with electric anticipation wherever she touched, his instinctual urge to claim her pushing against his resilience.

"After all, it'd be wise for us to be acquainted, considering my father's intentions for us." She explained, leaning closer as she took his hand in hers.

"I'd be honored, Vixin, yet..."

Sensing his hesitation, she displayed a falsely confident smirk. "I won't be pregnant forever...Lord Salduin. Before you can grant me your seed, we might as well practice."

He watched as she rested her head against his strong bicep, her eyes peering up at him as if a seductress. Every instinct screamed to accept her offer, to find a quiet place and force her against a wall. Yet as he imagined the ecstasy between her legs, Jinilya once more entered his thoughts.

Though a man was free to take as many mates at once as he deemed necessary, Jinilya had been different. They had built a life together, sired a daughter, and lived alone within nature. Would she forgive him, to know he craved Vixin's body with every inch of his being? Buried and gone, would his family understand?

For a moment he allowed himself to be free, to test what it'd be like to leave them in the past, only to recoil as a sickening sensation eased into his core. "Princess, we'll have our time. After you've given birth, I'll be happy to...indulge with you."

As his hand reluctantly slipped from her grasp, he watched as utter surprise and embarrassment seeped onto her face. Red cheeked, she nodded, though turned her head to see Cendra giggling behind her hands.

He accepted the guilt that found him, watching her storm from the table in a hurry. As she reached the small bridge of planks connecting the artificial island to the port, floating atop a line of smaller boats lashed together, he couldn't help but regret that he wasn't departing at her side, seeing her feminine rump swaying.

***

The door to Vixin's private quarters burst open as she marched inside, slamming shut once more as she blocked out the world. Placing her hands upon her hips, she attempted to simply breathe, feeling as though a scream would rip from her throat.

Within moments she heard a knock upon the door, causing her to whirl in annoyance. "Go away!"

She heard the click of the lock as it began to open regardless, causing her to nearly rush forwards before seeing Rosila enter.

"How..." she began, attempting to calm herself to conceal the redness of shame upon her cheeks. "You're not permitted to enter this level without an invitation."

Rosila held up a key. "Regarding the three other wings of this floor? Certainly not. Yet you're still my apprentice, and I'll find you wherever I need to."

The anger tightening in her thoughts prevented a submissive acceptance from Vixin, yet she made no move to stop her as her mistress sat down upon the bed and made herself at home.

"I can see why you'd desire to return to such luxury, though I doubt that's why you left the gathering." She said as she gestured to sit at her side. "Come dear and allow me to peek inside that pretty little head of yours."

In no mood for her commands, Vixin bit her lip in annoyance before obeying. She sat upon the bed, feeling her mistress's arm wrap around her slim waist.

"You'll need to speak, else there is very little wisdom I may offer." Rosila chuckled, not quite as taunting as was typical of her. "I watched your little display down there. You performed well, though some men you simply can't expect to convince."

"That oaf can delay our duty as long as he likes. I'll find another in the meantime." She replied with more venom than she felt.

"Salduin is an odd man, though I doubt his rejection has much to do with the way you've been glaring at Cendra. Your father informed me of the incident during your duel."

Surprised, though realizing she shouldn't be, Vixin lowered her gaze. "If you're placed so close to father's ear, I don't need to explain why she resents me. Yet after all this time...I had hoped things would be different."

"Perhaps that was your mistake." Rosila began. "To believe she'd come around. You have many talents, though politics seem to elude you."

"Politics? Matters between family have nothing to do with the royal court."

"Ah, they have everything to do with one another. I've witnessed your weakness towards her, hoping you'd find an ally where an enemy has always resided."

Vixin glared. "Is it a weakness to desire reconciliation? To attempt to heal a bond severed by crimes I didn't commit?"

Rosila slowly nodded. "When her hatred is immovable, yes. Such a sentimental girl...even your insistence in supporting Yisi is little more than a waste of your attention. Just as you allow enemies to undermine you, so too do you find allies that may offer very little."

"I won't abandon Yisi." She replied, displaying a defiance more genuine than she had ever conjured. "Your daughter is not a waste of time."

Rosila merely shrugged. "So be it, though you cannot ignore Cendra's hatred for long. Already Lord Clin has begun to seek candidates to form his Order of knights, and you can't sit idly as Cendra uses her position to undermine you."

"I pronounced her my enemy..." Vixin replied with sorrow.

"A start, though nothing more."

"You...desire for me to move against her? To harm her?"

"Harm? By The Creator, no!" Rosila said in exaggerated disgust. "I've dedicated my life to your father's service and will allow no harm to come to any of his children. However, assisting you in balancing the scale is hardly comparable."

Considering her words, Vixin remembered Cendra's smug smirk. "Merely balancing the scale?"

"Of course, sweet girl. Naivety and innocence will do little to serve you as a Sage, and my aim has always been to see you survive. You stand to inherit control over the greatest propaganda distributor in history, commanding the very voice of The Empire. Use it." Rosila explained with a grin as she caressed Vixin's hip. "A knife in Cendra's back I won't allow, though if a Sage or two could start a rumor..."

"She considers my children abominations. Perhaps..." She began, pondering her mistress's advice. "Perhaps I could bring the prestige of her own child down to where she believes mine rests. Balancing the scale, mistress?"

Satisfaction spread across Rosila's features. "Good girl, you may yet survive. Simple whispers claiming a slave sired your sister's unborn child will force her to focus on disproving such rumors. It's a delicate game we partake in, yet partake we must. Should she gain the glory and love of the people as she tarnishes your name, fewer will demand answers when you disappear. I'll allow no drop of Vaid blood to spill while I live, yours nor hers, and your father won't always be around to protect you."

"Appearances." She repeated quietly, remembering Dominax's words. Her thoughts were only interrupted when she felt her mistress's hand fall upon her thigh, feeling her touch against her bear skin.

"Precisely." She said, slowly leaning closer. "You've made me proud these last years, little Vixin."

Curious, Vixin's eyes widened as Rosila pressed her lips to hers, tasting her scent. She held them together for a moment, releasing only when she was satisfied.

"How long I've waited to do that, away from the unsavory dungeons of your training..." Rosila said, savoring the remnants of the moment. "Now, with our unpleasant necessities aside, I don't believe it would be responsible to leave you alone after such a rough day of rejection."

"Mistress, I..." she began to say, feeling her fingers caressing her inner thigh. "I'm quite..."

"Upset? Of course. That 'oaf' humiliated you in front of your sister, leaving your pretty flower unplucked. I won't allow that."

Vixin felt her hand sliding closer, causing a light gasp to escape her lips as she found the alluring treasure between her legs. Her anger, her embarrassment, her resentment, all were slowly pulled aside, no longer the reason for her blushed cheeks.

"The truth is, I've deemed your progress worthy of a reward. There'll be no bindings, no cruel feathers, no hours of unquenched desire. Merely myself...and your bed." Rosila seductively explained, meeting her eyes. "I'll even grant you permission to say no, although..."

A finger slipping beneath her leotard, she shuddered as it began to tease her lower folds. Vixin covered her mouth with her hand, releasing an involuntary submissive whine.

"Exactly. If this is what you seek, show me."

Reluctant for only a moment, she allowed a thought of Irith to claim her, remembering the night they had spent together. She'd resist no further, seizing what she desired.

Rosila chuckled as Vixin once more pressed her lips to hers, surprised when her apprentice suddenly forced her onto her back.

Lying atop her, Vixin's hands found Rosila's breasts, orbs that had been tantalizingly on display since the moment they had met. Now they rested within her grasp, allowing her to feel their round firmness.

She allowed the younger woman her moment of triumph before ensuring she understood who was truly in control, as she rolled over to claim her place on top. Separating their lips, Rosila immediately sought to undress her lover, receiving no resistance as Vixin assisted her in removing her own outfit.

Slowly she pulled away the tight chimira-silk, leaving only Vixin's black stockings that ended just above her knees. Attempting to play coy while on her back, she held her royal legs together to deny her mistress the sight of an area she had tormented for so long.

"No, Vixin, there'll be no stopping this once it begins. You're mine." She said, pulling apart her thighs. Between them she found her obsession, sliding her hand up her leg. She narrowly missed her waiting womanhood, instead continuing upwards.

Vixin submitted eagerly, feeling her mistress's hands explore her body. Her mind instinctually expected a cruel trick, waiting for the moment she revealed that Vixin would once again be locked away without the pleasure of an orgasm.

"How utterly perfect you are..." Rosila nearly growled, assessing her perky breasts. Then, moving her hand downwards, she felt the hints of Vixin's baby bump, reminding her of her own.

Roughly, she was forced to roll over, resting upon her stomach as Rosila clasped her hips. The early state of her pregnancy prevented much discomfort, though she held herself just above the bed with her elbows.

Hands sliding along Vixin's sides, she moved to cup her rump, appreciating every inch of her round cheeks. "Our God Emperor's seed has sired you well, always producing art. He must certainly know what a flawless ass his daughter possesses."

The mention of her father forced her to bite her lip, feeling Rosila's exploring fingers massaging her rear. Entirely under her control, she released a submissive breath, raising it until she was on her knees.

"No greater sight exists in life." Rosila chuckled, spanking her apprentice softly. She then lightly ran her finger over Vixin's labia, laughing further when she wiggled her hips. "Salduin attempts to resist...this? He truly possesses a greater will than anyone."

Vixin yelped as she was spanked harder, pushed over onto her side until she was returned to her back. Legs forced open, she felt her mistress's hands creeping up her thighs. Closer and closer they approached, her anticipation rising inside her loins before she moaned as Rosila shallowly glided her finger between her lower lips, as if testing her wetness.

She shifted to slowly rub her clit, careful to avoid overstimulating her lover. "I remember this little clit throbbing for me as you were tied and helpless. How torturous it must have felt, to be edged and denied for so many hours..."

The memory nearly caused Vixin's thighs to shut, her cunny tingling as she knew she'd never forget such a torture. "Maybe one day...I'll return the favor."

"Oh, I don't doubt you'd like to try, though I've yet to make you so cruel. No, I think you'll continue to be the one squirming with lust, denied whenever I deem it necessary."

Her words forced an embarrassing squeak from Vixin, and she scowled at herself even as her arousal built. Rosila's finger encircled her sensitive bud, knowing the exact speed to drive her wild.

"I'll be staying in The Capital, you know, when they all depart for the north. It'll just be you and me. How many days in a row do you think I can keep you at your limit? We'll have to beat our record."

Suddenly nervous, Vixin grabbed her hand.

Rosila simply brushed her aside. "Don't worry that pretty head of yours, there's time to handle that issue another night. For now...I'll ensure we both enjoy this quite well."

Vixin parted her lips in pleasure as two of her mistress's fingers slid inside, prodding at her tight depths. As if on instinct they discovered her most sensitive area, stroking it lovingly. "Oohh..."

"Go on, moan. They're all in the port, though I know you wouldn't mind having them all hear you if they weren't."

Obeying, Vixin moaned louder, feeling every skillful movement of her fingers. They seemed to know her body better than her own, dragging out her pleasure until...

"Oooohhhh..." she cried out, her body seizing in a squirting orgasm. Rosila lowered herself between her spread legs, positioning her head to bask in her young lover's juices.

"I should have thanked your mother...for granting you the ability to squirt!" Rosila said, stirring mixed emotions into Vixin even as her climax faded.

Breathing as she recovered, Vixin watched as she moved. Maneuvering to hold herself above her apprentice, she placed her knees on either side of Vixin's head. With little effort she removed her own tiny loincloth, eliminating whatever small resistance it would have provided.

"Come, tonight is about both of us. I can't be expected to do all of the work." She chuckled, leaning over to place her mouth above the younger woman's groin.

Faced with the sight of a vagina hovering above her face, she felt nervous as it approached. Rosila spread her thighs wider, lowering herself until Vixin's face was pressed firmly between her legs. Breathing in her pleasant scent, something seemed to shift within her mind, eagerly beginning to lick at her labia.

Rosila chuckled at her inexperience, savoring the sensation before pressing her own lips to Vixin's pussy. As if a master she began her work, her tongue exploring her pink folds.

Vixin moaned into her lover's labia, attempting to match her movements as she learned to please another female. The taste of her juices filled her with arousal, as natural as swallowing Dominax's seed.

Eager to outmatch her, Rosila skillfully lapped at her pussy, shifting from her clit to the rest of her vulva at precisely the right moments. Vixin quivered beneath her, hips bucking as if begging for more.

Vixin grabbed Rosila's hips, unable to pull her any closer yet attempting regardless. She felt her mistress grind against her lips, keenly aware that her father had enjoyed the very vagina she now licked.

Pulling away briefly, Rosila spread Vixin's labia with her fingers. "Such a sight nearly make me wish I had been a man, capable of enjoying such a delectable tightness."

Moaning as she felt her tongue resume, Vixin required little time before she found herself again pushed over her limit, shaking her hips. Obsessed with her royal juices, Rosila fought to catch as much as she could upon her tongue.

Panting, allowing her orgasm to pass, Vixin struggled to bring her mistress to the very depths of pleasure she had just experienced. She wanted to make Rosila cum, to be drenched in the blissful results of a female climax.

Fighting to frantically flick her tongue across her mentor's clit, Vixin pushed past her inexperience until she felt her hips quiver beneath her grasp. Then, finally, she received what she sought, smothered as Rosila's thighs squeezed around her head.

Crying out, Rosila shook, groaning against the pussy before her as she endured her pleasure. Though unable to squirt like Vixin, her juices were more than adequate to drench her pretty face.

After several seconds Vixin gasped, able to breathe once more as her head was released. Pride filled her, realizing she had brought another woman over her brink.

"Not...bad." Rosila stated before chuckling. "Though you have much...to learn."

Vixin nearly felt disappointed as Rosila moved away, already accustomed to the presence of her womanhood against her lips. Instead, she received a greater prize, for her mistress forced herself between her legs.

Without explanation she sat down, opening her own legs before pressing forwards. She turned slightly, holding onto Vixin's leg for leverage as she slid closer until their vaginas touched.

The sensation of another pussy touching her own sent a thrill of excitement through her, a feeling that was quickly outmatched when Rosila began to rock her hips.

"Match...my movements..." she instructed.

Obeying, one leg under and the other on top, they began to grind their loins against one another. Their juices rubbed together; their skin slick as they moved.

"R..osila..." Vixin moaned at the unique sensation, their labia stroking against each other.

"Move your hips...as if you're begging for The God Emperor's cock..." she commanded, lying back in a display of female pleasure. "I know the father of the baby within your womb...ahh...for I too share your secret..."