Vaid Empire: Conquest Ch. 60

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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2nd of Fonic, 13 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

A quick knock was all Rosila granted before barging into Vixin's personal chambers. Her eyes widened in surprise, only for a grin to creep across her face as she studied the sight before her.

"Mistress I...ooohh..." Vixin moaned, rocking her hips as she continued straddling the slave beneath her.

Clasping her hands behind her back, Rosila chuckled as she approached the bed. "Don't allow me to interrupt, sweet girl. I'm pleased to see you've been practicing what I've taught you."

Vixin sighed with annoyance, only to groan as she continued to ride the cock beneath her. "I should have...ahhh...confiscated your key..."

The slave held onto her hips with desperation, his eyes rolling back in utter ecstasy. Though her passionate movements had increased in skill, it was the unseen that truly made the difference. Internally, though all females of the Vaid bloodline retained intricate control over their vaginal muscles, she had begun to train herself to utilize her abilities further. Concentrating, she moved her vaginal walls at will, clenching and unclenching at precise moments to massage and milk her current lover's cock.

"He's shaking." Rosila observed, moving to the side of the bed. "Well done, little Vixin."

Vixin sensed the man's pleasure, knowing when to slow herself to avoid a quick climax. She felt every detail of his cock as her internal muscles caressed him, knowing the exact size and shape of his manhood. Though not overly large, she had dared to accept bigger lovers as her nights of practice went on.

The moment to end the session had arrived, due no less to Rosila's intrusion than her own fatigue. His fingers clenched harder upon her soft skin, crying out as he threw his head back. She sensed his pleasure peak, forcing herself free of his grip as she lifted her hips. Cock slipping from her divine lower lips, she quickly reached down to jerk his shaft through the remainder of his orgasm.

She had removed him just in time, feeling thick jets of sperm spurt against her labia as she held herself just above his tip. He gasped for breath, calming himself as he returned to reality. "Th...thank you...princess...for this holy honor..."

Smiling at his nervous tone, she gently caressed his shaft a final time before dismounting him. A tickle ran between her legs as she stood from the bed, feeling his viscous sperm leaking down her smooth thighs. Leaning over, she granted him a quick kiss. "You're free to resume your duties, though I may call upon you again in the future."

Eyes sparkling with fervent interest, he eagerly nodded. "If it pleases you, princess..." He then stood and bowed low before departing.

"What is it, mistress? I assume you don't come simply to watch." Vixin replied with a subtle blush as she folded her arms, concealing her breasts.

"A lucky bonus, though you're correct. It seems our Grand Imperial Architect has finally returned home." Rosila explained as she caressed Vixin's pretty chin. "It's only proper that you greet him."

The princess's blush deepened as her mistress kissed her, holding her slim waist. "Grand Imperial Architect? That's new. Can't he wait? I'll need to...wash myself."

Rosila reached between the younger woman's flawless thighs, wetting her finger after running it between her lower lips. She brought it to her tongue, tasting the slave. "Oh yes, take a moment if you need, yet he's waiting in the throne room. Apparently, he wishes to see to the purpose he was sent here for immediately."

Vixin remembered the explanation sent within a message cylinder from her father, frowning despite the erotic display of her mistress. "The prisoner is...irritable. I worry Lalian will find his task far more difficult than he expects."

"Don't concern yourself with the Lanthian. According to your father, he volunteered himself." She explained. "Now come, I'll help you...wash up."

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Lalian nervously paced before the throne, his mind rapidly dashing from one thought to another. Even the alluring sight of The God Emperor's harem did little to calm him, seeing the wet bodies of the bathing women.

A pair of side doors parted as The Empire's regent entered. Dressed in a flowing black shroud that appeared nearly translucent, the sight of Princess Vixin managed to break him from his torturous worries. The horrid deed he'd soon endure fell to the back of his mind, watching her form sway seductively towards him.

"Ah, welcome home, Lord Lalian! Or shall I say, our new Grand Imperial Architect?" Vixin smiled as he bowed.

"The daughter of The God Emperor may call me whatever she wishes." He replied politely, attempting to keep his voice calm. His thoughts returned, seeping to the forefront as he avoided peering at her through her shroud. "If I may say, I'm very...eager to meet the captive."

She nodded. "To business, then? Very well, though you may regret avoiding a reprieve after your journey. She's quite a handful."

"This day will hold many regrets." He thought to himself, though simply gestured towards the door. "Please, lead the way."

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Accompanied by a pair of guards, they strolled side by side as they traversed the labyrinthine subterranean corridors of the dungeon complex. The many twists, turns, and dead ends would make escape far more difficult for a prisoner, yet Vixin had learned to navigate them with ease.

"She screams at the slaves we send to bring her food. I can only assume her words are harsh." The princess explained. "There's a venom to her tone that is...well, I can only ask that you remain cautious."

Lalian nodded, his hands clasped beneath his cloak. A green finger nervously tapped the object stashed in his belt. "I will, princess, though I ask that you and the guards leave me to my work. The translation process may proceed far steadier if I may talk to her alone."

"This is more than a mere translation of her words, Lalian. An interrogation can be quite...unpleasant. I wouldn't want to force you to perform it alone."

The green man shook his head adamantly. "No, please princess. I insist. The nature of these vile...tyrants is no mystery to me. She won't utter a word to a human enemy, yet the presence of a member of her own species may be sufficient to throw her off guard."

Vixin eyed him, hearing the simmering anger in his tone. "Very well. I won't question your methods, though I'll have to station these guards outside the door."

"I suppose that is...acceptable." Lalian continued to tap the object beneath his cloak.

They followed the long corridor, the air seeming to grow damper the deeper they descended. Though the main corridors of The Grand Pyramid's upper levels were decorated and lavish, the walls of the deep dungeons remained a plain white stone.

Their destination waited behind a solid door of stone, heaved open by the guards. Behind awaited a row of cell doors, each bared with chimira steel.

Lalian straightened up, attempting to appear commanding as he faced the trio. "Thank you for the escort, princess. I'll take over from here. Please, place your guards just here." He gestured outside the solid main door.

"My Grand Imperial Architect, this door is nearly soundproof. How are we to know if you require-" The guard's word we're cut off by a wave of Lalian's hand.

"Please, do as I ask." He said before bowing to Vixin. "I'll report to you shortly."

Vixin bit her lip in uncertainty, only easing when she spotted the pleading in his green eyes. She held out the key to the prisoner's cell. "My father has trusted your judgment for years. If you feel this is best, I'll allow it."

Lalian claimed the key and thanked her before gesturing to the guards. Reluctantly, they heaved the stone door back into place, sealing the green advisor inside what may become his tomb, or another's.

A deep breath escaped his lungs before he stepped forwards, slowly following the corridor of the cell block. Each cell he passed appeared empty until he froze as he peered into one near the end. There, lying on her side upon the hard stone floor, rested his adversary.

The woman's green eyes flashed open at the sound of the cell door unlocking, her glare falling away in surprise upon seeing his appearance. Chains of the same white steel as the cell bars bound her arms in several places behind her back, locked to the rear wall by a chain only long enough to allow her to slump over. Similarly, steel bindings had been fitted to her thighs and ankles, locking her legs together. She struggled to rise, requiring the strength of her wing pushing uncomfortably against the ground until she managed a kneeling position.

A trembling sensation coursed through him upon facing a female member of his species after so many long years. Instinctual fear seized his body as her eyes studied him, nearly forcing him to his knees.

Her momentary surprise had spared him from a vicious assault of words, yet her expression slowly turned to pure disgust. "Ah, then the humans finally send their pet?" Her words came forth in her native tongue, harsh Lanthian words echoing off the walls like arrows.

Memories flooded into his mind against his will, causing his voice to seize in his throat. Everything he had planned to say fled from his grasp, leaving him to stutter. "I...I..."

"And what a wretched pet you are, so it would seem. Are you truly unable to face a helpless prisoner without trembling?" The woman spat, attempting to flick aside a strand of green hair. As had been described in the messages sent to Dominax, all traces of hair had been removed from the right side of her head, contrasting with the long flowing mane on her left.

Lalian felt compelled to flee, to hide away where no former mistress could find him. It had been an utter mistake to come here, he knew. He should leave, to admit to The God Emperor that he had failed to pry information from her. Yet...that hadn't been why he had come at all.

"We've heard rumors that a traitor serves the humans. What a pathetic creature, betraying his own people."

Her words stirred within his head, and he forced his voice through his instinctual fear. "You betrayed...me."

A harsh chuckle escaped her as she shifted in her bindings, only to wince in pain as her damaged wing twitched. "Oh? Is it a betrayal to place beings in their proper place? I suppose the humans treat their slaves with leniency, then."

Anger eased his fear, feeling his shaking hand become steady as it gripped the hidden object. "I'm a slave no longer, tyrant."

She shrugged with what little freedom her bindings offered. "Chains of a different sort, yet you serve your new masters just the same. It matters little, for I have nothing to say to a spineless traitor."

"You'll speak." Lalian said, attempting to keep his voice steady as he removed the object from his belt. Her green eyes suddenly began to glimmer with interest as they fell upon the dagger in his hand. "I...I've waited for the moment a vile Lanthian would fall into our possession. You're no longer the mistress, but the...slave."

She eased the intensity of her gaze, bursting into a laugh. "Oh? Then you'll kill me if I hold my words? Poor fool. Even you know a warrior of The Lanthian Empire would see their blood spilled before betraying the throne."

"Yet you live." He pointed the tip towards her, the blade appearing unnatural in his grasp. "Your companions ended their lives at the first opportunity. Y...you remain."

A flash of emotion passed behind her gaze, yet she quickly concealed whatever it had been. She chuckled casually. "Hand me the dagger, and I'll rectify that mistake. Death is nothing for a Lanthian to fear."

He hesitated, remembering his intentions in coming here. Had he truly expected her to fear him? To beg for her life? He gritted his teeth, uncertain what he truly wanted.

"So be it. We both know that blade is as useless in your hands as it would be in an infant's." She chuckled. "Such is why you lost your trials. You did lose, correct? You certainly didn't remove your wings yourself."

His green eyes flared as memories returned. It was the fate of all Lanthian boys, of course. Such was tradition. He was no different, forced to fight in a series of non-lethal duels upon reaching the age of maturity. It occurred yearly, as every boy of his age was forced to fight until a single victor stood triumphant. The winner was allowed an opportunity to challenge their local Priarch, while the rest..."Don't speak of-"

"That's the purpose of our traditions, you know. To filter out the weakness from the population. Only the strong may breed, while you..." She grinned harshly. "I can only hope your mistresses cut you elsewhere as well before your evident escape."

Lalian felt a tingle of old pain between his legs. "Quiet."

"Oh...they did their duty, didn't they? How it must have hurt..."

"Quiet!" His voice burst from his throat, more forceful than he had ever conjured. Gone was his trembling, his fear, replaced only by the anger he had retained for so long. "They had no right! You have no right to speak of such things! You serve vile, evil...cruel mistresses!"

She eyed the dagger once more with interest, grinning. "Indeed, I do. I serve them and shall until my last breath."

"Then you're complicit in their crimes." He squeezed the hilt tighter, remembering every cruel act they had inflicted upon him. "You may gloat...yet now you kneel as I remain standing."

"Oh? And what will you do with this new power over me?" Her words teased while her eyes remained focused on the blade.

"I..." His glare softened, mind running frantically. "I came here to punish you..."

She burst into laughter. "Punish me? How? Will you have your way with me? I'm bound, nude, and helpless, yet we both know it'd be pointless. Oh, you can try, though nothing would result from a seedless slave."

Anger flaring, he stepped closer. "Tread carefully."

"Or what, wingless worm? I see your eyes. You're not a killer." Her lips smirked, yet her eyes remained coldly focused upon his weapon. "The strength of a woman or a true man is required to spill blood. You're neither."

Her words nearly echoed his former mistresses. "No longer a man." They had teased him. "Stop..."

"You demanded I speak, and so I shall. I'll speak of what I know about you." Her expression hardened, watching his grip tighten further upon the hilt. "You're hardly unique, one of countless slaves I've encountered. You all share that spiteful look, full of jealousy and resentment. We took your balls, yet none of you seem capable of concealing that buried desire in your eyes. You long to breed us, don't you? To spread your seed?"

Further memories flood within him, causing him to take another step. "Shut your mouth!"

"Ah, I've hit a sore spot, it seems. Good." She swallowed, quickly preparing herself before speaking. "We ended your bloodline, slave. It's only right, for your weakness couldn't be allowed to spread. You'll never have children, never sire a true legacy. You'll turn to ash, while the descendants of better males rule eternally!"

Rage overcame him, raising the blade. He moved to strike, his teeth gritted with a savagery he'd never before experienced. The blade prepared to plunge into her from above, his hand hesitating only as he watched her flinch. A fearful squeak escaped her proud lips as she cowered, only to peer at him in utter surprise when she realized he had paused.

"D...do it!" She screamed, pulling her chains. "Do it, you coward!"

Lalian looked to the dagger in horror. "You're...afraid..."

"We castrated you! Forced you to serve our women as better men bred them! Are you so weak that you'd hold back now?!"

He slowly lowered the blade, following his realization. "That's why you're alive. You...feared taking your own life..."

The words caused her to grimace before she spat at his feet. "Shut your mouth and take your revenge! Only a spineless coward would stop now!"

Stepping back, Lalian shook his head, feeling as if the cell was beginning to spin around him. "No...no, I shouldn't have come here. If you seek death, you'll require another to serve you." He said as he backed away. "No longer am I your slave..."

She began to shout as he closed the cell door, her words becoming pleas as the lock clicked. "Kill me! Please, finish what you started, you wretched eunuch!"

Lalian offered no reply to the guards as they heaved open the door upon his knocks, merely gesturing for them to lead him away. They heard her shouts until it was once more sealed, leaving the corridor in silence.

His mind fled from one thought to another as they traversed the long return journey to the surface, the dagger hidden once more inside his belt. For once, his emotion had allowed another being to circumvent his quick mind. She had manipulated him from the very start, he knew, gaining the upper hand the moment he had nervously laid eyes upon her.

It had been foolish to proceed so illogically, acting without a solid plan. How could he, when even his own desires eluded him?

After several minutes he stumbled, hardly concerned for the world beyond his thoughts. Emotion built within him, collapsing, swirling, threatening to overtake him.

The endless corridors brought them to the main level, allowing him to dismiss the guards and continue on his own. He found the hallway to his personal quarters, feeling as if he'd collapse as he climbed the many stairs of The West Tower.

Throwing open the doors to the balcony encircling the tower, the memory of the dagger in his hand remained fixed in his mind. He fell upon the stone barrier, vomiting over the edge. He had nearly taken a life, slaying a living being for...what? Vengeance?

His trembling hands retrieved the dagger from his belt. Facing the west where the density of the city was lowest, he hurled the blade as far as he could manage. He watched it fall, feeling utter disgust at himself.

8th of Fonic, 13 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

Vixin held the black zinix flower gently, as if a single gust of wind would strip its nine-pointed petals away. Underground, however, there was little chance of that.

It had been several days since Lalian's failed attempt at an interrogation, and her father would expect a report soon. He'd have to wait, as she'd allow no thought of her concerns to find her here.

Beneath the main level of The Grand Pyramid, though far from the damp tunnels of the dungeon, she slowly traversed the wide halls of the subterranean levels.