Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 52

Her vagina felt similar to an Arkos though with greater internal muscle control, a trait that nearly reminded him of his daughters as he slid in and out. It was no wonder why they were favored as pleasure slaves. "Tell me...ahh...how is it that your master is so certain you'll birth a Hid-Tazik?"

"He knows my lineage...ahh...your holiness..." she explained, hips rocking with evident experience. "My grandmother was a Hid-Tazik...and hers before her. The outcome remains uncertain...though we have a far greater chance..."

"Then I shall grant you your hybrid..." Dominax said with satisfaction, moving his own hips to match hers. He thought to their future offspring, caring little if it was a half breed or a full Tazik, as either outcome greatly intrigued him. Once more he remembered Wronax, his own features mixed with an Arkos. The thought forced his pace to quicken, guiding her hips.

Layra was more than experienced, as was expected, yet she couldn't be considered loose. Retaining most of its snug grip, her pussy caressed his shaft as she attempted to milk what she required from him.

"Breed me...your holiness...for our child will know nothing but pleasure and luxury..." she nearly begged, riding him with a deep passion. The water seemed to move with her, creating small waves that toppled over the pool's edge to coat the stone floor.

"Tell me...of a Hid-Tazik's beauty..." he commanded, eager for any details he could gain about a subspecies that was new to him.

She moaned, wrapping her arms around him to hold him close. "They're a perfect blend...master. The orange skin of my people...ahh...and the features of a human."

Curious at her words, he made a mental note to himself to delve further into experimenting with hybrids. Lalian could have been a prime candidate, mixing Lanthian seed with various beings, yet such was impossible.

"Grant me a daughter of exotic beauty...or a son capable of siring others..." she said, gently nibbling at his neck.

His primal urge to fill her flared as he stood from the pool, holding her tightly with his strong arms. She nearly giggled, wrapping her legs around his waist as he remained firmly pressed inside of her.

Carefully he carried her over to one of the cushioned benches decorating the lounge, lowering her onto her back as if placing a prize upon a shelf. Atop her he resumed his thrusts, seizing control.

She moaned beneath him, their wet bodies held together as they drenched the fabric. It mattered little, for he cared only for the sensation of her cunny.

"Y...yes...breed me...your holiness!" She cried out, utterly dominated as he claimed her.

Cock beginning to pound her deepest depths, his hips moved with a steady rhythm, hard yet swift. His hands explored her body, caressing the lean curves of her athletic form.

His hand traveled up to her horns, feeling their sharp edges. To know that his cock was inside a female of another species drove his lust, hoping to mix their blood into something new and unique.

Her four eyes simultaneously rolled upwards before she released a strained groan, finding her orgasm from the skilled sensation of his cock. She subtly quivered beneath him, taking ragged breaths when it finally passed.

Reaching down he grabbed her legs as he rose to straighten up, forcing them upwards until her knees were pressed against her chest, holding her firmly even as he avoided harming her. The position allowed him to look down and watch his cock sliding in and out of her orange vagina, enjoying every detail.

He grinned, seeing her stretch each time he hilted her. The satisfaction at knowing his cock was buried into her fertile pussy coaxed his climax closer, yet he maintained his rhythm. "Do you truly...ahh...share your master's desire? To see...your belly swell with my child?"

Any answer would do little to stop him, yet she granted him the truth. "Yes...your holiness...I've heard of your virility...of the beauty of your...ahh...daughters. Please...I need your seed...the sperm of a worthy mate!"

Pleased, he quickened his pace with an agility that ordinary humans would find difficult to maintain after several seconds. He never slowed, however, and she soon found herself clenching down in climax once more.

Feeling her pleasure as her vaginal muscles squeezed his cock, a thought of his hybrid suckling from her modest breasts proved to be all he required, for he pushed his hips forward to sink entirely into her as his body quivered. He released a deep groan, spurting his potent seed as deeply as possible.

She cried out, muttering in her foreign tongue with clear reverence. Again her eyes rolled back, basking in the sensation of conception.

Over and over his testicles seized, pumping what nearly felt to be an endless stream of thick cum into her needy vagina. Painful pleasure continued to tear through his loins, forcing a breath of utter satisfaction when it finally subsided.

Slowly, as if careful to avoid undoing his handiwork, he pulled his cock free. Sperm oozed heavily from her well used womanhood as his tip left her lower lips, and he merely paused to take in the sight of his potent seed pouring from her pussy with each quivering contraction of her pleasured loins.

Once more his seed had conquered another species, spreading beyond his own.

"There...there's so much..." She said, her body limp as she recovered. "I'll be with child...without any doubt..."

***

"Wherever your ambitions take you...I shall be by your side. I promise."

"What...did you say?" Dominax asked, peering up from the fire in the center of their hut. Across from him sat Briza, the light flickering over her as a thick haze of smoke rose from the firepit to escape through a hole in the ceiling, roasting a slab of meat skewered just above the flames.

"I said you should congratulate Cendra. It was her arrow that felled the Sloatis." Briza said, slapping their daughter's back as she sat beside her.

Dazed, he peered at her, every bit his Cendra, yet wearing nothing more than a loincloth. Gone were the fine apparel and sword of an imperial princess, as even her long silky black hair appeared less kempt than usual.

"You've raised a fine hunter." The voice came from Briza's other side, whereupon he found their daughter's namesake. The elder Cendra appeared just as he had remembered her, save for an occasional graying strand of hair.

Peering around, every detail of the hut had been preserved, from the small cots they had spent their nights inside to the wooden figurines Cendra had carved for them as children. Through the window he could see Nitri, taking in the sight as men and women passed by. An overwhelming sense of home overtook him, and he allowed his muscles to ease with a deep relaxation.

"Father, grandmother said she'd take us deeper into the rainforest next moon, though only if you accompany us." The younger Cendra said in a joyful tone, a striking contrast to her usual arrogance.

"Where you go, I shall follow." He replied, feeling bare without his armor as only his old black tunic covered him.

The elder Cendra finished refilling her quiver with arrows before pointing behind him. "Hand me my bow, child."

Caring little at being granted an order, he stood and turned around, only to freeze as his eyes fell upon the crude shelf. There, placed next to Cendra's bow, sat his crown.

"Dominax?" She questioned, waiting as he stood still.

His eyes traveled over its white and gold surface, the imperial helm of a true ruler. He stepped forwards, reaching out, though not quite daring to touch it.

"Father?"

The bow nearly appeared to fade away, his attention fully upon the crown.

"He made his choice long ago, child." Briza's voice echoed around him.

Fingertips touching the white surface, Dominax lifted the crown from the shelf, only to hear screams of terror as the hut around him fell away. Suddenly he was in the center of Nitri, watching the settlement burn. Whirling around, the crown slipped from his grasp as he saw his family, limp and bloodied, their corpses lying cold.

Rushing to their side, he grasped at them, attempting to rouse them as he peered at their wounds. Water poured from Briza's throat, her body carved by daggers. Her mother bled heavily from her abdomen and neck, a sword driven through and an arrow pierced. Blood coated the younger Cendra's fingernails, her expression twisted in panic.

Tears poured from his eyes as he pulled them closer, weeping with all his might, never having allowed himself such a release.

His sorrow was only interrupted when dozens of men rushed forward to rip him from their side. Dressed in Zilrinian colors and banners, they began to drag the three bodies away as they pulled him back. He roared, attempting to fight them off, his body moving slowly and sluggishly. Raising his hands, he prepared to loose a wave of power intended to burn the flesh from their bones and reduce them to ash, only to find that his fingers merely crackled before fizzling.

Powerless, he was forced back as he watched their bodies disappear before Chief Manith descended from the sky to land before him. The large Lanthian chief of Zilrin readied his spear, his skin still smoking from his execution.

Yet as Dominax thrashed to escape, he realized that Vixin was standing before him, unmoving as the spear pierced her midriff. Truly helpless for the first time, he watched her sink to the ground before toppling over, her silver eyes fading as death claimed her.

An agony of grief struck him, yet he was granted little time before Vixin vanished, replaced with Nafalya. Once more he watched the spear thrust, bringing her down.

Zela was the next, held by the neck as she dangled over him. Her delicate neck was easily snapped before she was discarded to the muddy ground.

Finally, as Manith became a shifting cacophony of men and women, rulers he had defeated or had yet to conquer, Arinax was lifted from the ground. Unable to move, his limbs refusing to obey, Dominax watched as a dagger was driven into his son's side. The boy cried out, only to be tossed aside into a small patch of flowers.

His voice ragged from screaming with fury, Dominax felt his power growing, only to see a large gash open upon his own chest, as if created by an invisible sword.

His silver eyes flung open, taking frantic breaths as he was brought back to reality. Returned to the darkness of his bedchambers, he fought to calm himself as his eyes traced the room.

Irith was beside him, fast asleep as the twins quietly breathed within their beds against the far wall.

Slowly regaining control over himself, he peered up at The Sword of Order as it remained mounted against the wall, held in two hands carved from wood reaching from the wall. The orb within its crossguard lightly glowed for several lingering moments before fading into darkness.

Relieved that his nightmare hadn't awoken his mate, Dominax quietly slipped from the sheets and strode to cross the chamber until he found his desk. Yanking open a drawer, he removed the false bottom and found the very dagger that had been used during Arinax's ceremony. The common people had begun to refer to it as 'The Dagger of The Heir', though he cared little about their titles as he clutched it tightly.

Moving swiftly yet silently, he found Arinax's bed and gently shook him awake, seeing his tired silver eyes creep open. The boy opened his mouth with a question, though froze as his gaze found the dagger. As if seeing a maddened ghost, Arinax remained wordless as he watched his father place the sheathed blade onto his chest, unresisting as he was forced to take the hilt within his own grip.

Dominax leaned down, his glowing eyes appearing as if they could rip Arinax's soul from his small frame. "Many will seek our deaths. You must be strong enough to survive, my son..."

Arinax felt the weapon within his grasp, his heart quickening.

"Fear...will destroy you, destroy us. Purge it from your bones." Dominax said, his voice just louder than a whisper. He released a breath of tension, placing his hand upon his son's chest. "You'll despise me, my boy, though in time you'll come to appreciate what I'll do to forge you into a survivor. I shall endure no further losses."

Silence lingered through the dark room before Arinax watched his father move to return to bed, leaving him alone with the dagger. He looked over to his sister's bed, seeing his twin sleeping with a peace that couldn't possibly return to him now. Instead, he looked down at the weapon, wondering just what awaited him.