Vaid Empire: Conquest

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 Silla, 3 BVE.

Kingdom of Vaidrin, Domani.

Irith pressed her back against the cold white stone of her spacious cell, holding her knees to her chest as she heard footsteps descending the dungeon's main steps. She knew who the noises would bring, of course, as there were only two individuals that ever visited her. Lalian's tutoring sessions wouldn't commence until the latter half of the day, leaving only one other possibility.

Her predictions were confirmed as The God King's foot left the final step, striding over to her cell with a grin. The man observed her surroundings, pausing briefly to assess the lavish furnishings of her decorated prison.

His visits had become odd engagements, as Irith both resented and hoped for his return. She glared at him in spite, unwilling to be his plaything while simultaneously longing to speak to another human, ANY human. His presence offered brief reprieves from her isolation, no matter how detestable such a man could be.

Dominax slid his key into the cell door, hearing a click as it was unlocked. It swung open with a squeak, allowing him to step inside and reseal it behind him. He then crossed over to her, lacking his armor and weapons.

She hated how vulnerable he appeared. She was keenly aware that his powers could kill her within moments if she attempted to harm him, a fact that he evidently knew as well. Irith could only remain against the wall, submissive before him.

He lowered himself to the floor, taking a seat on a padded cushion mere inches from her. Four months had passed since her capture, half of a year to delve from fiery hatred to the merely cold reception she now displayed towards him.

Irith had been bathed regularly by slaves, forced to dress in finely crafted yet simple clothing for her captor. The loincloth of her outfit hung between her thighs, concealing her most intimate areas from his view. What an urge he felt to rip it away, to claim his property...yet he restrained himself. His behavior towards her remained perplexing even to himself, as he had denied himself absolutely nothing from the moment of his ascension to his throne. No female lay beyond his reach, no desire was left unquenchable, yet his fingertips hadn't even gone so far as to brush the softness of Irith's fair skin. Only a faint awareness tugging at the back of his mind gave any explanation to his actions, yet the feeling remained just faint enough that it sat lightly in indiscernibility.

"You may have noticed that Lalian has not accompanied me today." Dominax began, speaking slowly to give her time to recognize each word. "He believes that your ability to understand our language has progressed to the point that his assistance is no longer necessary. Do you agree?"

Irith's gorgeous blue eyes studied him carefully with suspicion, remaining silent.

"I'll have to assume that you do." He replied after a moment. "Now tell me, are you comfortable here? I've noticed you still refuse to use the chairs or cushions I've provided you."

"I do not need your..."she began, seeming to search for the correct word. "gifts..."

"I see." He stroked his beard, quickly concealing his disappointment. "Then I suppose we should continue from yesterday's conversation. Do you still refuse to speak of your family?"

Without hesitation Irith glared intensely. "With you?

Yes

."

"How unfortunate. I would very much like to hear of this

Enil

that High-Chief Linnax spoke of."

"Keep my...brother's name...away from your mouth!" Irith yelled defiantly as her words came in heavily accented clusters.

A slight grin pulled at Dominax's lips. "Brother? Yes, Linnax was clear on that fact. I suspect you may place the blame for his death on me, yet you should know that I held no control over such matters. Had he survived the battle, I would not have allowed his talents as a commander to go to waste."

Irith prepared to rebuke his statement with a newly reignited fury, yet her limited knowledge of his language only allowed her to utter a simple sentence. "Your army...your fault."

His silver eyes traveled over her sweet lips, noting her flawless facial features with a hint of arousal as he pondered her words. "In a way, you may be correct. Many have died under my orders, yet surely after all this time you must recognize the greater design of such violence."

"I see a man searching for...reasons." She said before quickly correcting herself. "Excuses."

"Ah, but are such

excuses

devoid of ALL merit? One has only to glance at Domani as an example of the prosperity that my rule has created. Yes, many individuals may fall in the process, yet the outcome of my conquest outweighs such a price."

Irith waved her hand in dismissal as she turned her head away. Enil would still be by her side, alive and well within The Kingdom of Harin's borders if they had never been ordered to defend against Vaidrin's aggressive expansion.

Silence filled the dungeon as he allowed her lack of response to linger. "Do not make the mistake that I expect you to accept such matters quickly. I often find myself questioning this path as of late, an approach laid with such bloodshed and loss that the end goal frequently becomes murky." He explained, allowing his thoughts to briefly fall back upon Briza.

With curiosity, Irith turned her head back towards him and was shocked to witness the obvious battle of conflicting emotions across his face. He appeared to be deeply lost in reflection, only for his expression to harden as his mind returned to the present.

"Many shall die by my actions. Tens, possibly hundreds of thousands. They shall parish defending cultures and traditions I shall strip away. Yet, when I've had my say and all of Magnius is under my reign, their descendants shall thrive in my eternal peace."

Her glare remained, yet it somewhat lightened despite the harsh reality of his words. His ambitions may very well be insane, yet she hadn't expected to see such confliction in the brutal conqueror. He had displayed nothing apart from a knowing confidence during their past meetings, allowing no hint that he may question his cruel decisions. Today had allowed a tiny glimpse into his misgivings, yet such a glimpse was enough to spark a small curiosity in her.

Dominax gestured to her as he continued. "Merely look to yourself as an example. Though I replace your native language with my own, we may now communicate without assistance. To have ONE language, ONE culture, ONE Empire across the entirety of the continent, we shall vastly eliminate the primary sources of conflict among sapient beings."

Instinctively grimacing at the thought of her homeland's traditions being swept away, Irith once again turned her head in disgust. She had been subjected to numerous similar explanations from him in the past months, yet she realized that she no longer experienced an intense fury at such propositions as she had before.

After a moment Dominax slowly rose to his feet, standing over her. "That shall be all for today, as my duties to my throne require me elsewhere. You continue to resist me? So be it. I shall once again remind you that you will not be forced nor broken into obedience." He said, walking over to the cell door. "I hope to one day depart from this cell with you by my side, allies in turn. Yet, until that day you shall not be mistreated, as is my word."

Irith watched as he left the dungeon, allowing one thought to course through her mind as his white cloak disappeared up the dungeon steps. "

Eternal Peace

?"

50th of Silla, 3 BVE.

Kingdom of Vaidrin, Domani.

"A difficult choice..."

How could a King possibly pick his mate for the evening when all three waiting women were beyond beautiful? Such was Dominax's dilemma, having sealed the throne room from outsiders in order to enjoy a moment of privacy.

The three females stood before him, each lacking even an inch of fabric to hide their forms as they did their best to draw their God King's attention. Each an eager volunteer, all of them would no doubt experience the warm bliss of his seed eventually, yet only one would be lucky enough to be bred on this day.

Stroking his beard as he assessed them, he felt the soft hands of Pria and Pilsi on his forearms, each lounging nude on cushions placed on both sides of the throne. Advanced halfway into their latest pregnancies, the twin slaves caressed their round bellies in relaxation, both exquisite examples of the alluring beauty of female fertility.

Yet as captivating as his slaves were, his attention remained firmly on the trio. Two brunettes and a dark-haired girl, they appeared fit and healthy, though with differing proportions. The brunette holding the left position of the trio appeared soft and motherly, displaying large breasts that matched her womanly hips. The dark-haired female held the center, her skin tanned from a life of laboring on the construction of The Grand Pyramid throughout many long days. Her body sported hard yet feminine muscles, allowing her to smirk as she subtly showed off her toned abs. The last, a girl far shorter than her competing females, stood on the right. Her chin-length hair was visibly darker than the other brunette's, complementing her slightly tanned skin that wasn't quite as tanned as the center girl's. Her small body appeared rather skinny, possessing curves that hinted at the fact that she had only just reached the age of adulthood.

The display of breeding material incited a raw lust in Dominax's loins, just as he had been certain they would. Hundreds of days later and the sting of Briza's death continued to cut away at him, causing him to seek an abundance of distractions. Even recent reports that two additional High-Chiefdoms had fallen under his rule did little to stifle his thoughts, yet the firm grip of a woman's loins at least provided a consistent, albeit temporary solace.

"Rotate once more, The God King shall indulge in

all

of you." Pria commanded, chuckling as her fingers ran over her royal lover's arm.

The three obeyed, turning to display their backsides. Though Dominax made a mental note to rein in his slave, his eyes moved over the soft skin of the beings before him. The two taller females displayed similar sized rears, round and firm as all should be. The younger girl, however, possessed an ass that could only be described as small and adorable.

Though Dominax typically found himself drawn towards women with wide hips and rumps that resembled goddesses of fertility, he found himself eyeing the smaller girl with interest. To mate with such a short and skinny woman would certainly be a change.

"You." He said as they turned back around, gesturing to the girl on the right. "You may approach."

The immediate sounds of disappointment emitted from the other women's mouths, though they quickly quieted after a wave of his hand. Pria slid her hand down, opening the groin slid in Dominax's one-suit to allow his manhood to slide out.

"You two may stay and watch if you so wish, yet I expect you to earn your place." He stated as his cock already began to harden. His intended mate eyed his growing erection with an innocent hesitation mixed with visible anticipation. Every inch of her, every movement and mannerism indicated her inexperience.

"Take your seat." Pria giggled seductively, standing to assist the young woman in straddling her king on his throne. She then turned to the other two females, cradling her pregnant belly. "Have you two ever spent a night with a fellow woman?"

Blushing slightly, the brunette shook her head while the black-haired woman smirked. "Of course, ma'am."

Feeling the girl's thighs against his as she nervously settled into his lap, Dominax marveled at how even a lowly slave could receive an inkling of respect simply due to his ownership of her. The God King as her master, Pria could act as commanding as he allowed her to be.

"Oh? Then I suspect you'll take the lead in entertaining our God King." Pria remarked, gesturing for the two waiting women to come together. They immediately understood her wishes, gazing upon each other in the knowledge that they'd soon be lovers for the night.

"My lord...I am ready..." the girl on his lap announced, releasing a hot breath of nervous excitement as she felt his hard shaft pressed against her midriff.

Needing no further encouragement, Dominax gently placed his hands on her hips, slowly guiding the young woman to raise slightly and position herself above his waiting manhood. As she sunk down, her tight vagina squeezed around him, sliding his tip into her depths.

Gazing into his silver eyes with a fervent loyalty that his worshipers typically employed, she released a high-pitched squeak as she hilted his shaft as deep as it could go.

The surprise at the realization that she was not a virgin was immediate, yet her ample tightness informed him that her sexual experience was indeed limited. Her vagina quivered around him, lubricated by juices built up in anticipation of who he would choose.

Jealousy radiated from the other women, yet they moved together within moments. Hands readily exploring each other, it became clear that they wished to satisfy The God King's sight as soon as they were able to.

Holding her hips firmly, he helped the young woman move up and down in his lap, grinding his manhood in and out of her lower lips.

Pria reseated herself beside her master, both her and her twin shifting their attention between the intimate lovemaking and the two fondling women.

The black-haired girl pressed her lips against her partner's, inhaling her feminine scent as her hands moved over her wide hips. Though never having touched another female in such a way, the brunette seemed to quickly adjust to the new experience, closing her eyes to bask in her partner's seductive allure.

Pilsi reached over, caressing the young woman's thigh. The girl's hips rocked rhythmically, burying Dominax's cock inside her snug tunnel with each intense movement.

The display of supple female sensuality from his 'entertainment' fed his arousal, watching as the toned woman lowered her head to suckle at her partner's engorged nipple. The brunette moaned loudly, holding the woman's head lovingly to her breasts.

"Is she

tight

master?" Pria asked, allowing her fingers to trace over her own labia.

"Indeed..." He growled, gritting his teeth as his erection stirred her insides.

The black-haired woman began to lower herself further, playfully pulling her partner to the stone ground. She wasted no time in pouncing onto the brunette, forcing her legs apart and pressing their groins together. In a flowing rhythm they began to grind against each other, inciting moans of carnal enjoyment.

With her cheeks flush with arousal, the young woman atop Dominax pressed herself against his chest, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck as if holding on in fear that someone could possibly rip her away and end her ecstasy.

He felt her perky nipples through the thin fabric of his one-suit as her warm breath caressed his skin, forcing tiny hairs to raise on the back of his head. She granted him a soft kiss just under his ear, her hips moving up and down on his large shaft.

Pria bit her lip at their lovemaking, digging her fingers into her pregnant pussy as she lay atop her cushion. Her free hand snaked to her own breast, feeling its fullness.

With a gesture from Dominax Pilsi obediently stood up from her cushion, allowing her master to reach over and place his hand onto her belly. His fingers ran over her delicate skin, carefully massaging her baby bump.

To touch Pilsi and know that she carried his child brought nearly as much satisfaction to his loins as the skinny young woman's vagina, forcing his erection to twitch within her depths. Such a thought flared the deepest instincts within his mind, calling to the overwhelming urge to breed that all living creatures shared.

Pilsi lovingly placed her hand atop his, holding it firmly against her stomach as she watched him mate with another female. The act would certainly leave the young woman pregnant, her skinny body swelling with The God King's child.

The moans of the two intertwined women on the floor steadily grew louder, causing their juices to leak onto the white stone of the chamber's floor within minutes. It became clear that the dark-haired girl held the lead, guiding her lover towards a quivering orgasm.

Pria's fingers gradually became frantic, caressing her most intensely sensitive areas within her loins. Her body nearly seemed to radiate maternal beauty, pleasuring herself as she caressed her pregnant belly.

The cries of the two women finally peaked, sending their bodies into spasms as they each climaxed. Their writhing female forms seized, leaking their sexual juices against each other's labia.

Within moments of witnessing their display, the blissful sensation pulsing through Dominax's cock became far too much to bear, forcing him to push his hips upwards and drive his manhood as deep as possible into her moist pussy. The young woman released a joyful whine, holding onto him tightly as she felt his seed spurt into her skinny body.

Pilsi felt Dominax's grip on her bump tighten as he orgasmed, just enough that it would not harm her unborn child. His hand quivered, and her lips parted subtly in rising lust at his virility. Though he sought to knock up his current partner, Pilsi couldn't help but blush at his visible satisfaction that he had impregnated her.

The loud noises of chaotic sex slowly dissipated from the throne room, leaving only their soft breaths to quietly echo through the large chamber.

38th of Senin, 3 BVE.

Kingdom of Vaidrin, Domani.

A light draft quietly swept through The Royal Stronghold's corridors as Lalian made his way towards Hesin's quarters. The door creaked open, allowing the nervous Lanthian to slip inside while holding a small object wrapped in fabric.

The hooded man instinctively whirled to face the intruder from his place at a nearby desk, only to ease his expression when he recognized Lalian's green skin. "You've certainly taken your time, and I believe I asked you to knock when you arrive."

"Apologies, I came the moment the metal workers were finished." Lalian replied, unintentionally tightening his grip on the object as he held it out for the man to take. "King Dominax has already converted it, as per your request."

With caution, Hesin accepted the object into his grasp, feeling its lightweight. Fingers moving slowly, he unwrapped the fabric, allowing it to fall away and reveal a smooth mask capable of concealing an individual's entire face. His thumb ran over its white steel surface, assessing the mask's exquisite craftsmanship. Only a single eye hole gave any resemblance to human facial features, cut out to allow Hesin's remaining eye to see when wearing the mask. It presented no mouth, no nose, only a smooth white surface to conceal the wearer's intentions.