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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41st of Fixuin, 4 BVE.
Kingdom of Vaidrin, Domani.
"Uuuu iiii oouu"
The orb hummed through the dark space of the pod, vibrating in its otherworldly method of communicating data. Placed on the pedestal in the center of the chamber, its ethereal depths called to Dominax as he held his hand steadily over it. As if his mind had wrestled with the orb's internal will for days, he held off the creeping exhaustion. He was close, needing only to push just a bit further.
"Ooouuu uuuu iiii"
At last, success. The vibrational language inside his mind shifted, granting him a flood of images. A vision of Ayphieal's slow formation, the creation of the man-sized orb that would serve as the sun, each moon's careful placement in their circular orbits. He was witnessing the creation of his world itself, ripping a groan from his throat.
The visions slowed, shifting now to the interior of The Chimira as it orbited the newly formed lifeless planet. Dorian stood outside of a set of ten biological tanks, each containing a comatose human floating in a clear liquid. Five males and five females in total, as if paired. He watched the steady stream of mutations, each carefully implemented over the course of what felt to be several months until the human subjects slowly became recognizable as pairs of Arkos, Lanthians, Dril, Lish, and Taziks. He could feel Dorian's satisfaction, as if reliving a memory. A memory that ceased abruptly, leaving Dominax to stumble back as he was returned to reality.
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"Step forward."
The powerful voice of the new king echoed through the temporary throne room, a chamber filled with numerous people either seeking an audience with their ruler or simply to observe. Chief Kixanil obeyed, parting himself from the crowd as instructed and kneeling before the throne.
Xenia merely smirked at her mate's display of power, noting how quickly he had adapted to his lofty new position. She had chosen well, certain that the silver-eyed baby cradled in her arms would thrive.
Standing near the entrance to the left wing of the Royal Stronghold, she remained both a part of and separate from the gathered audience. She would have of course preferred to take her usual position at Dominax's side, a place that Briza currently stood proud, yet delicate business could wait no longer.
"You're late." Xenia chastised as Pria and Pilsi emerged through the open doorway, coming to a stop just beside her. Her tone was no more than a whisper, just loud enough for them both to hear over the quietly murmuring crowd.
"...for your loyal service, I, King Dominax of House Vaid, grant you command over The High-Chiefdom of Redin..." Dominax's voice continued to boom through the large chamber, unsheathing his sword.
"We are here now mistress, let us begin. Unburden yourself." Pria whispered back, her hands clasped behind her back as she casually studied the crowd. Identically dressed, both she and her twin wore nothing more than a simple slave loincloth that left their exquisite dancer bodies on near full display, for no master would wish to hide the alluring beauty of his property.
Dominax held the sword close to his vassal's lips, allowing the man to kiss it in acceptance of his new role. "...your descendants shall rule Redin in my name until such a time as they prove themselves to be unworthy. Serve the people of Vaidrin well, High-Chief Kixanil."
"I've received my reports. The other-" Xenia began, before pausing as cheers erupted through the chamber when Kixanil arose, graciously taking his leave to allow the next man to step up. When the noise had subsided to a manageable pitch, she cleared her throat and resumed. "The other healers have confirmed that you've both fallen pregnant with the king's seed. It appears you two are secure in your positions as breeding slaves, and thus, my end of the bargain is done."
Xenia kept her gaze pointed towards the throne, gently rocking Vixin as she recognized the next man to approach their ruler. The High-Chief of Histia, he had arrived the previous day with no desire to conceal his intentions in bowing before their conqueror. Kneeling, he repeated the same spiritually infused speech he had delivered the moment he had set eyes on the divine King, yet now acting before an audience. "...to swear loyalty to a being with such powers, there remains only one possible course of action. Allow me to serve you, my lord, to..."
"We are both utterly in your debt, mistress." Pilsi replied, placing her hand on her still flat stomach and recounting how her new master had bred her the night after granting her twin his seed. They carried the children of a King in their wombs, an honor they could not deny. "We understand your intention in gifting us to The Lord Dominax, though you have yet to name our target."
The crowd once again cheered as The High-Chief kissed the blade, ensuring that Histia would become yet another domain under Vaidrin's rule. Xenia was unable to deduce if the man had sworn his allegiance under genuine belief in Dominax's God hood, or if he had simply surmised that his time as an independent realm was limited, yet it mattered little. Vaidrin continued to expand by the day.
She nodded her head towards the throne, nearly glaring. "The woman to his right. You recognize her, correct?"
The twins fell silent for a moment before Pria nodded gravely. "Lady Briza, of course."
"Good. Her blood is the price for the life I've granted you both." Xenia explained as the Chief of Eldrin stepped forwards, intent on making a similar vow of submission. "You'll live comfortably here, perhaps even pump out a few of our Lord's babies before he grows tired of you. Of course you'll be taken care of even then, though
never
delude yourself into believing that you are beyond my grasp. Should even one word slip regarding our bargain, you shall not witness the following sunrise. Is that clear?"
"Of course, mistress." The twins replied in obedient unison, studying their target.
Xenia smirked in satisfaction, pushing aside the black strap of her top to allow Vixin to suckle at her firm young breast. "Wonderful. Now, you will refrain from attacking until we've managed to select a time and place that suits our needs."
As the short ceremony that would bring Eldrin under Dominax's rule ended, the Chief of Inrin took the man's place to conduct his own pledge.
"Death is no stranger to us, mistress. We'd never strike without your command." Pilsi remarked, allowing a smile to tug at her lips at the display of motherly affection.
"You had better hold yourself to that, for your own sake." Xenia said, her eyes remained locked on her female rival. "I trust that your skills with knives will be required, as she has already become weary of me. I suspect she thinks I may even poison her, as her every meal is tested. She is right of course, as I possess the ingredients to force a death that screams of agony could never match, or a night of writhing in such torturous pleasure that a mind couldn't possibly recover from."
"A blade to the back, then?" Pria asked, watching the latest Chief to join The Kingdom of Vaidrin rise to his feet and make his way toward the exit. The approved and planned meetings were completed, allowing the common citizens to approach their King Dominax with whatever problems they wished to address.
"That may be our only option, yes." Xenia confirmed grimly, before her whispers adopted a spiteful tone. "Yet when the moment to strike arrives, I wish for her to know that her death comes by
my
will.
My
command. Allow her last thoughts to be the knowledge that she has been bested by Dominax's superior mate."
"It will be done, mistress." Pria responded without hesitation, while Pilsi merely peered at Vixin.
Satisfied, Xenia remained wrapped in her thoughts as a man dressed in a simple reddish tunic and black cape stepped towards the throne accompanied by a younger woman. While he appeared much older than his female companion with short greying hair and frail limbs, the girl had dark brown hair pulled into a messy braid that reached halfway down her back. Dressed in a dark top that left her toned midriff exposed, both her navel and nose held tiny metal piercings. Her athletic legs were concealed behind a skirt that ended halfway down her soft thighs, as if inviting onlookers to crave a closer glance.
"Approach." Briza commanded, eyeing the woman with suspicion. The stranger was clearly a warrior of some sort, though her lithe muscles leaned heavily towards a feminine appearance.
They both bowed at the foot of the throne, before the older man cleared his throat to speak. "It is an honor to stand in your presence, your majesty. I come with a single request, one that I hope you shall find appealing."
"Oh?" Dominax questioned, not bothering to hide his gaze as he peered at the attractive warrior. Rather than displaying intimidation at his seeking look, she seemed to be emboldened by his interest as she subtly shifted to press her modest chest out further.
The old man carried on after a quick breath. "I've come accompanied by my daughter, Sirith. I have trained her myself, and as I'm sure you can imagine, she is very precious to me. If I may be so bold, it is my hope that you will grant an old man the honor that all fathers strive for...as I desire only the best mate for my daughter. Your majesty...we would both be humbled if you added your seed to our bloodline."
The proposal forced an amused grin to spread across Dominax's face. "Quite a bold request for a father to make, is it not?"
The man nodded in understanding. "Yes my lord, though that is our desire. Both Sirith and I have witnessed your powers in person, and whether you are truly a God or not, the prospect of a grandchild with your divine blood is one that would truly honor my line. Merely grant me this request, this privilege of a single breeding, and the loyalty of my family to your crown shall be undying."
