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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32nd of Silla, 9 AVE.

Kingdom of Vaidrin, Domani.

The God Emperor was gone.

Not missing, as a small amount of rumors trickling throughout the population claimed, yet he was absent from court nonetheless. None but Irith herself and their slaves had laid an eye upon Dominax following Xenia's execution, for he had sequestered himself deep inside The Grand Pyramid amongst the harem.

With the throne momentarily empty, Irith was forced to meet the seemingly endless line of devoted followers without him. The week of Ardon had arrived, a new tradition in which, for several hours during the next ten days she'd have to sit at the base of the throne stairs while citizen after citizen would come to pray for the health of the unborn heir.

Rather than her typical outfit she remained completely nude, her pregnant belly painted with the symbol of House Vaid that sat snuggly inside the tattoos she had shared with her twin Enil.

The line to kneel at her feet stretched for miles, extending so far as to entirely leave the capital. Each person would pray towards her belly as the royal guards waited, ready to act the moment they spotted danger.

All three princesses surrounded her, Cendra and Vixin standing at either side while her own daughter Nafalya sat next to her. The unworldly beauty of the young royals seemed to radiate through the throne room, despite the subtle glares that Cendra occasionally threw to Vixin.

Vixin herself could hardly keep from delving into her own mind, as thoughts of her mother seemed keen to prod at her. After all, she

had

betrayed her.

As the tall guards hurried away the current devoted citizen to make room for the next, Irith wondered if her own unborn twins would tattoo themselves in the tradition of her homeland. It was a thought that brought a pain to her chest, though it was soon interrupted as a Hesian Assassin crossed the throne room and bowed.

The white robed woman wordlessly held out a message cylinder, attempting to interrupt the Ardon ritual as little as possible.

Irith took it with a gracious nod, though the moment she spotted the royal seal she couldn't help but allow her cheeks to flush with both irritation and relief.

***

Within minutes of the day's ritual coming to an end, Irith found herself navigating the corridors of The Grand Pyramid. She released a breath of tension that had slowly accumulated the moment she finished reading the message cylinder, which had come directly from Dominax himself. Though she had seen little of him in the past month, she was somewhat relieved that he hadn't entirely forgotten her.

Deep inside the massive structure, the guards waiting on either side of the door at the end of a long hallway bowed at her approach. They heaved open the door, granting her a look inside the chamber her mate had rarely left since the execution of Xenia. Circular in shape, the large room that had become The God Emperor's temporary home was littered from top to bottom with various tapestries, cushions, and above all, a thin layer of humid mist that seeped from a heated pool directly in the center of the floor. Unsurprisingly, more than a dozen of the harem's finest concubines lounged about, while Dominax himself appeared to be half asleep atop a pile of pillows.

She made her way inside, hearing the door seal tightly behind her. A man would give his life to step foot inside the chamber, and the guards would tolerate no risk of

that

.

Four of the girls slept comfortably at their master's sides, while a fifth danced enchantingly at his feet. Yet despite the clear display of beauty wherever Dominax looked, it was the image of Irith that jolted him from his haze. He opened his eyes fully, brushing aside the lingering effects of a light sleep as he straightened up.

"So this is how a God Emperor speaks to his Empress?" Irith said as she held out the cylinder, allowing it to slip from her fingers and drop to the floor. "Through secret messages?"

Dominax rubbed his eyes as the four girls slowly retreated to intermix with their fellow concubines, clearly wishing to have nothing to do with their mistress's tense tone.

"You remain absent from court for weeks, and your first words to me are etched into wood?" She continued, placing her hand on her pregnant belly as she stood over him.

He cleared his throat. "The information was important, as I didn't wish to act without first informing you."

Her slight irritation increasing, Irith's foreign accent appeared to seize her words more than usual. "Oh, informing me that you've initiated plans to invade my homeland? Yes Dominax, that is something I'd have liked to know."

Dominax waved a hand as he once again laid back. "The invasion is merely in the planning stages, as my message stated. We shall not act before I speak to you about such things."

Irith rubbed her forehead for a moment, sighing before she slowly lowered herself to sit at his side. "I understand that, my love. I just...I merely wish that you had come to me yourself. This-" she said, gesturing to the now discarded cylinder. "-is how one summons their slave, not their mate. We have not spoken for a

long

time."

"The Empire is in the capable hands of my advisors." He replied. "I would not have put my duties on hold if I didn't fully believe in their abilities to govern temporarily."

He only had to glance at the annoyed expression in her eyes to know that she wouldn't be satisfied by such an empty answer. Especially one that aimed to navigate around her point.

Dominax sighed, closing his eyes. "I have been distracted lately, yes, though that will soon come to an end when the conquest resumes."

To his surprise Irith allowed her annoyance to slip, and she instead placed her hand onto his bare leg. When she spoke, her tone could only be described as a deep motherly concern, her sweet yet exotic voice low with worry. "Dominax...I understand that you've needed time away after Xenia's death, though please, do not get lost in your distractions." She said, nodding to the many nude girls throughout the chamber.

Dominax tensed at her name, opening his eyes. "I

need

no distraction from the death of a traitor. She is nothing to me, my love, nothing but a treasonous whore." His harsh voice echoed off the stone walls. "No single thought of her has entered my mind since the trial."

"Yet in all that time you've done nothing but sleep with every female that catches your eye. You may lie to your advisors, though not to me." Irith said in a calm voice, fully aware that anyone else would swiftly find themselves headless if they dared to speak to him in such a way. "I am your Concubine Empress, my love.

Every

member of the harem is my responsibility, and as such did you think I'd miss the striking increase in pregnancies amongst the girls? Even more so than your usual amount? Fucking IS a distraction, and you've done little more this last month than 'distract' yourself."

Dominax studied her face, her worry clear to see.

She sighed once more, stroking her belly softly. "What I mean, my love, is I merely wish for you to not lose yourself in avoiding her death."

"There is nothing to avoid, my love. Death is inevitable." He said in an even tone. "It has come for my family, and now it has claimed another. Why should one be forced to dwell on such things?"

Irith pointed to the message cylinder. "You'll find your answer right there."

"Ahh," Dominax exclaimed in dismissal. "Conquest has given birth to The Empire. It is the very tool in which you've been allowed to live in luxury! Do not fear it now."

She shook her head. "I shall never turn from battle, for you've shown me the prosperity that we've brought every civilization that falls under our banners. I simply worry...about the reasons for this planned invasion. You've been perfectly fine remaining upon your throne all these years, content with the borders you've claimed. You've been happy to remain here and enjoy your new family, despite whispers that you've lost your nerve for war. Yet, it is only now that you finally decide to continue The Empire expansion, a short time after her execution."

"We've spent the last few years aiding King Galis in developing the east, you know this, woman." Dominax said in his own growing irritation.

Irith held up a soothing hand. "I know, my love. I know. Yet your recent behavior concerns me, and I merely hope that this coming invasion isn't meant to be another distraction from your thoughts."

A moment of silence lingered between them, finally breaking when Dominax took her hand in his. "My love, you needn't worry. The conquest of The Northern Kingdoms has been developing for some time." He said, before placing his hand on her stomach. He could sense the twins inside, their small minds reacting to his mental prodding. "It's a necessity, a step that must be taken if I am to rule all of Magnius. Call these women a distraction if you must, yet never question the actions I must take to ensure our children's future reigns."

Though hesitant, Irith nodded in acceptance. He was a difficult man to pierce, and though she feared the untreated effects that Xenia's death may inflict upon him, she could do little but remain at his side. "I understand, my love."

"Good." He said, allowing the tension in his bare muscles to slowly seep away. "Then you have no qualm with your homeland as our next target?"

She shook her head in response. "My life is here now. My

family

is here. There can be no other concerns. Besides, if The Northern Kingdoms fall under your rule, they shall only benefit in the future."

"Very well." He said with a creeping smirk. "I shall order Clin to begin the formation of legions. It'll take some time to finalize their training, though we shall be ready soon enough."

With nothing more to say, Irith kissed him before standing up. She made her way to the door, though before she opened it she turned to face him once more. "Don't shut me out Dominax. Enjoy yourself, but don't shut me out."

He watched her leave, releasing a breath as he heard the door open and close. Surrounded by dozens of women, he was once again alone.

Yet he had lied, for the image of Xenia's face shot through his mind for the countless time since her death. Of course, Irith wouldn't believe that he hadn't thought of her, yet could she guess the ever-increasing extent?

Dominax squeezed his hand into a fist, banishing the thought from his mind as he signaled to a group of concubines bathing together in the center pool.

The women dutifully made their way to his side, water dripping from their alluring forms. Six in total, they crowded around him as they slowly lowered themselves to lounge beside him.

He selected the most attractive of the group, though such a hard decision was similar to picking the shiniest piece of gold. She eagerly obeyed as their hands met, allowing him to guide her onto his lap.

The slick wetness of her skin pressed against his, causing his freely exposed cock to easily harden. It had tasted many women in the past month, yet his manhood's hunger never eased.

An ever-devoted concubine, she accepted his length with a confident glow, her skin somewhat tanned to compliment her long dark brown hair. He could feel himself sink into her, inch after inch, delving deeper until he reached her limit.

Each of the other women caressed his body, content for the moment with simply touching their deity. The many remaining females of the harem either watched, danced, or simply relaxed. They had witnessed their ruler breed an unprecedented amount of times in the past few days, including twice already that day.

Dominax watched her bounce up and down upon his cock, her moderately sized breast bouncing slightly to her rhythm. He held her hips, enjoying the sensation of her loins before yet another image of Xenia flashed through his mind, her head toppling from her shoulders.

He merely gritted his teeth, forcing himself to focus entirely on the divine pleasure of his slave as two of the group of six began to kiss. They pressed their lips together, making quite a show for their God Emperor as they began to push their feminine forms together.

A gasp escaped one of their pair's mouths, as the other's searching fingers encountered her slick sex. The others watched with curiosity, giggling to themselves as their hands glided over Dominax's skin.

"My lord, why choose her first?" One of the women asked with a sly smirk. "She hardly knows what she's doing with such a magnificent cock..."

He ignored her, moving his own hips to match his current mate's.

Another woman giggled, sneaking her hand slowly between her own thighs. "Oh, she's doing just fine. Do what you wish my lord...I know you want to put a baby in that toned belly of hers..."

A third moaned at her words, already beginning to fondle her own breasts. "Of course...get her nice and pregnant, your holiness...though choose me next..."

They wished to please him, to earn the favor of a self-proclaimed deity. Such was the reward for bringing stability to the world, yet the cost once more echoed through his mind as Xenia's voice filled his memory. It would never pass from her lips again, lost forever in the past.

He focused, his flesh against the concubine's. She was his in this moment, her womb craving to bear his baby. It was her duty, the entire purpose of her existence to birth the offspring of The God Emperor. Her ovaries ached for his sperm, his testicles frantic to seed her eggs.

Before long her moans became uncontrollable, her hips bucking to breed. He felt the familiar surge of heightened sensitivity rush through him, granting him only a moment before an orgasm overtook him.

Each woman watched with visible envy as he unloaded his life-giving seed into her loins, knowing full well that all women that had ever met his sperm had walked away pregnant.

He allowed her to enjoy the moment for several seconds, before she lifted herself on shaky legs and left his lap to lay on her back. Satisfying her biological craving, she merely pulled her legs to her chest and enjoyed the warm feeling of his viscous affection inside of her.

Spent for the moment, Dominax watched as another of the women seductively moved towards his former mate. He was FAR from finished, and it would only be a matter of time before he was ready once again.

The woman kneeled, placing her hands onto the other's bent legs before gently pulling them slightly apart to see her filled pussy. Her new partner made no complaint, only leaning her head back in bliss as she lowered her lips to meet the concubine's womanhood.

Enthralled, Dominax watched as the woman began to lick the vagina he had barely finished inside of, obsessed with tasting his seed.

The view of oral sex stirred his loins, and within minutes he felt himself growing hard once again.

Immediately one of the other concubines took the initiative, gently grasping his hand and guiding it over to her. He felt a wetness against his fingers, and as he turned his head to look, he saw that she was lying next to him with her perfectly shaped legs parted for his entry.

Wasting no time as yet another flash thought of Xenia tore through his head, Dominax rolled over to accept his rightful place between her warm thighs.

A pale girl, she had wild black hair that lay in silky strands against the pillows as he mounted her. She simply bit her lip in anticipation, curling her toes with desire when he finally pushed into her.

Two others began to interlock, their hips grinding together as they moaned. Female against female, they moved against each other as if in desperation beside their ruler.

His hips moved back and forth, thrusting into his lover with heavy breaths. She was tighter than the other woman, her loins embracing him snuggly.

How many vaginas had he penetrated in his fourteen years as God Emperor? Could they even be counted? Each one was unique in both appearance and sensation, beautiful flower petals created to accept his cum.

Each little twitch of her lips, the subtle movements of her eyes, they all were effects of his cock buried into her most intimate area. He could hardly contain his lust, knowing that four other females waited patiently for his touch.

Soon he was cumming inside, ripping a squeak from her lips as he truly claimed her. She was left a quivering mess, her fingers lightly teasing her own labia while he rested in preparation for yet another mating.

He gestured to other nearby women, causing them to gleefully approach before beginning to sway their bodies in seductive dances. The display of writhing, slightly moist, naked feminine flesh filled the chamber. The faint mist caressed their moving forms, creating a haze of pure sexuality as he readied himself.

Another accepted her fate, moaning loudly as he took her from behind. He rocked inside and out, holding her shapely rump firmly. Each thrust pushed away thoughts of Xenia, delving deeper into bliss until he was bucking in climax.

Again he rested, and again he bred. Xenia's face and voice slowly filled his mind, draining away each time he filled a womb. Resting, breeding, resting, cumming, hours slipped away without his notice.

Slowly his manhood grew sore, his testicles tender from their efforts. He held his last mate close, their bodies pressed against each other as she lay atop him. He groaned, shooting his final burst of sperm as deeply as possible.

The chamber had become littered with several laying concubines, relaxing to recover from his cock. The women who remained untouched, at least for the day, tended to their companions with gentle caresses and skillful tongues.

Dominax allowed his eyes to shut, all thoughts of Xenia ripped from his mind. He could rest in temporary peace, satisfied at the results of his efforts as they moaned around him.

Yet a

temporary

peace it was, for he knew that the morning would bring fresh memories.