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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20th of Thriduin, 13 AVE.

Kingdom of Spirexia, Between Prismi and Spiri.

Irith moaned as she felt him finish.

Behind, kneeling upon their bed, Dominax remained firmly pressed against her for several seconds. Then, pulling himself free of her rump, he allowed the last few gushes of his seed to coat her lower lips in heavy spurts.

She fought to calm her ragged breaths, remaining still as she felt her mate's viscous liquid leaking from her rear. It poured down, flowing over the entrance of her womanhood.

Dominax granted her a final satisfied spank before lying down, his head turning to appreciate the sight. "Careful." He warned, watching as she reached between her thighs.

A chuckle was all she gave in reply, keenly aware of his dangerously high potency. Her fingers gently caressed her loins, cautious to avoid pushing his seed inside despite her craving.

"Your holiness!" The voice of a guard called from the command room, echoing through the fabric of the tent. "The Grand Imperial Architect Lalian to see you!"

"Enter!" Dominax's powerful voice shot back without hesitation.

Irith moved back until she was kneeling. "My love, perhaps we should-"

Lalian pulled aside the fabric entrance of their quarters, stepping inside. He instinctively straightened with respect before his green eyes fell upon the royal couple, widening. "I...oh dear...I...apologize for the intrusion, my lady."

"No need, my friend." Dominax smiled as he sat up, doing nothing to conceal himself as Irith pulled the thin sheets around her leaking form. It was far too late, however, as the Lanthian had seen more than his fair share. "There is no shame between us."

Lalian swallowed, gripping the edge of his cloak nervously while his other hand fiddled with a message cylinder. "Of course, your majesty."

"How have you taken to your new title?" Dominax asked as he stood up. Slowly, he crossed the room to grab a white shroud, throwing it to drape over his shoulders.

Pulling his eyes from Irith's slightly embarrassed form, Lalian allowed a genuine smile to brighten his face. "It's quite generous. Thank you, Master."

Dominax granted him a disapproving glance as he sat down at the desk beside the bed. "Master? As I've said, my friend, you've more than earned your freedom from such a title. Now come. Sit, and we may discuss whatever has brought you here at this hour."

Lalian obeyed with a gracious nod, doing his best to refrain from trembling as he placed the cylinder upon the desk. He knew what he must request, yet the necessity of his decision made it no easier. "A ranidon arrived an hour ago, your holiness. It bears Vixin's royal seal." A thought of the small floating creature tugged at his mind, almost wishing it had never arrived.

"And you've waited until now to bring it to my attention?"

Irith moved closer, her grip on the sheet wrapped around her easing as her initial surprise faded. She allowed it to loosen as she relaxed, the fabric parting to reveal the valley between her round breasts. "My love, I can go see to the children if you desire to discuss this alone. It's nearly time to prepare them for bed."

Dominax waved aside her comment. "No need. Secrecy holds no place between us. Now, tell me Lalian, what news does my daughter send?"

The green man nervously tapped the cap of the cylinder, his thoughts replaying what he'd soon say. "She speaks of a prisoner that has recently fallen into her possession. A...scout, my lord. A scout from The Lanthian Empire."

"A Lanthian?" Dominax asked, dark interest suddenly claiming his gaze. He slowly took the message cylinder from his advisor, opening it. "And what do your former mistresses seek, exactly?"

Lalian quickly concealed a shudder, clasping his hands in his lap. "She didn't provide sufficient information to devise any reasonable conclusion. Truthfully, my lord...it appears they've yet to even locate a translator, hence her message."

Frowning, Dominax began to read the symbols etched into each stick inside the cylinder, his displeasure growing with each second. When he had finished, he allowed the cylinder to fall to the desk with a light thud. "This is hardly the time to find an enemy to the south. If they prod our lands, I'd like to know every detail of their intentions."

Irith draped her legs over the side of the bed, the sheet concealing only the very top of her thighs. She moved her hand between her legs, holding herself as she continued to leak. "They'll surely know that trespassing in empire territory shall provoke your wrath. If they seek war, we won't be able to defend against the north and south at once. Not now, when the majority of our forces are here in Spirexia."

"That isn't a certainty, my lady." Lalian replied politely. A deep green claimed his cheeks as she did little to stop the shoulder of her sheet from sliding down her smooth skin, revealing her breast. "They...it's possible they merely seek to assess our capabilities. The Lanthian Empire rarely seeks war without cause, yet they cannot ignore the threat growing along their border."

Dominax leaned back in thought as he stroked his short beard. "Their concern is premature."

Lalian nodded, forcing his attention from Irith. "Indeed, though they are known to be quite a cautious species."

"They?" Dominax raised a brow, only to chuckle as he attempted to ease the spike of emotion in Lalian's features. "Calm yourself, my friend. You're more human now in any case."

The comment flared a smile to return to his green face, only for it to fade as he prepared for his request. "Thank you, though I'm afraid I may be the most qualified to interrogate Vixin's prisoner."

Dominax shook his head in outright dismissal. "You're far too valuable here, Lalian. I would not return my most skilled translator to Domani while we near victory. Another can be found to speak the Lanthian tongue."

"Yet I know their ways best." Lalian insisted. "Their traditions, the general mindset of their population. It's uncertain how long we must wait to discover a Lanthian translator more adept than a simple trader, yet one may be found quickly to speak the northern human tongue here. It's the logical choice, your majesty."

"Ah, but I cannot trust another translator with my every word as I do you."

Irith's elegant accent broke into the debate. "I shall be your translator, my love. Who else could you trust more than I?"

Dominax frowned. "Trust, yes, but what of his mind? Your insight into your former homeland is invaluable, yet one would be foolish to send away a skilled advisor. He cannot go, yet I may send word to bring the prisoner here instead."

"No." Lalian abruptly cut in. "Apologies, your holiness. I...if you recall Vixin's message, she speaks of the deaths of two accompanying prisoners. I can confirm that Lanthian scouts are instructed to end their own lives upon capture, else they risk revealing information under torture. Why this one refrained from doing so...I cannot yet say, though transporting her shall only offer her opportunities to alter that decision. It's simply FAR too dangerous."

"Then we allow Vixin time to deal with this development on her own." Dominax replied firmly. "You know better than most just how far my influence stretches. A translator shall be found for her, and I'll hear no further talk of this."

For a long moment Lalian didn't reply, instead fidgeting with his cloak as his mind worked. In the end, he decided that honesty would serve him best. "You're correct...your holiness, in that sending me away would not be the best usage of my skills. However, if I've earned the right to ask a favor of you, I'd see it used now. In this."

Curiosity claimed The God Emperor's silver eyes as he leaned forward. "Ah. A favor. I suppose this isn't merely a discussion of who is best equipped to translate, then."

Lalian opened his mouth to speak, only to pause and start again. "I hold a personal interest in this, your holiness."

"Enlighten me."

Hesitant, the green advisor looked to Irith, finding curious eyes of her own. "The scout is a Lanthian. I'd like to speak to her myself."

Irith tilted her head slightly. "For what purpose?"

"Information, my lady." The half-truth came forth uneasily from his green lips. "Information, and...peace."

"Peace." Dominax repeated as if tasting the word. "I know little of what peace this prisoner could offer you."

Lalian's slim body tensed under his ruler's piercing gaze. "May I speak plainly?"

"I expect you to."

"Very well." He replied, choosing his words carefully. "I...can make no prediction of what I'll discover when, or

if

we speak. The females of my species are cruel, your holiness. They have a way of..." He gestured with his hands, unable to find the word. "They...you know the rumors of my former mistresses. I don't intend to meet this prisoner with cruelty of my own...simply to talk, to-"

"You're saying very little, Lalian." Irith broke in gently. "We don't understand."

"No, I suppose you don't. Apologies, I never thought this would occur. I should have, of course, though this...this is a singular quandary." He replied before pausing. "I don't hold the words for something like this, so instead I'll make a request out of mere trust. You named me friend, and I you. Please, if that still holds true, allow me to return to The Capital."

The God Emperor studied his face, considering his words before standing up. He began to pace, hands clasped behind his back. "I don't enjoy being placed in this position."

Lalian rose to join him on his feet. "Nor do I particularly enjoy asking. If it were any less important, I would not." He hesitated, deciding on a gamble. "Please, Dominax."

Gritting his teeth in rare frustration, Dominax sighed before turning to face him once more. "The journey home is dangerous. You'll be required to remain with your guards at all times. Am I clear?"

"Then...I may return?"

He waved his hand in annoyance. "Go, find whatever it is you seek with this prisoner. You've earned that freedom at least. Perhaps she'll even prove useful against The Lanthian Empire. Perhaps not. Either way, I shall name your actions treasonous if you allow yourself to be harmed."

Lalian rushed forward, lowering himself to his knees, only to rise up once more after an expression of disapproval from The God Emperor. "Thank you, your holiness." he said, his words trembling with relief. "Thank you, my friend."

25th of Thriduin, 13 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

"What is the purpose of this?" Vixin asked, feeling the damp air of the dungeon chamber.

Beside her, Rosila strolled along the rear of the rectangular chamber, running her hand along the many interrogation tables placed side by side. "Training. What else?"

Her mistress's grin did little to calm her misgivings as she took in the sight of her surroundings. Upon each of the ten tables, restrained tightly and bare of any clothing, waited a variety of anxious men.

"I've been very pleased to see how you've handled yourself these past months, little princess. The reports I've sent to your father have demonstrated just how well you've adapted to his throne." Rosila explained with pride.

"Reports?" Vixin questioned, only to release an annoyed sigh. She shouldn't be surprised.

"It's clear that you require no further instruction regarding The Empire's laws, though you've only just begun to dip your toes into other aspects of our duties." She gestured to the bound men.

Mouths gagged with the new Slinion silk, their searching eyes appeared to plead with their princess. She sensed their fear, their anticipation, their...

curiosity

. "Dip my toes? I've done far more than that."

Her chuckle echoed off the stone walls of the chamber, one of countless buried beneath The Grand Pyramid. "Oh, I'm quite aware, little princess. I've tortured that perfect treasure between your legs often enough to make you acquainted with your limits. You understand how your body reacts to pleasure, and how it withstands denial. Everything you've endured has granted you knowledge of yourself, yet what of others?"

A light blush reddened Vixin's pretty cheeks, yet she maintained her composure. "I'm hardly a virgin, mistress, and I doubt these men need to hear such words."

"Oh, they'll hear and see FAR worse by the time we're done here." Rosila replied, running her hand over the silky gag of the nearest man. He squirmed under her touch, yet his eyes remained on her bare chest. "Still, you aren't entirely wrong. I've heard that you've grown familiar with your father's harem. A good start, I'd say."

Vixin clasped her hands together, attempting to retain her confident stance. "I...he granted me permission to-"

"Don't explain yourself. As I said, it's a start. Knowledge of the female form will serve you well, yet what of men? Tell me, little princess, have you taken any other male lover than your...first?" Rosila allowed the question to linger, eying the men. "I'd name the father of your children, though these slaves wouldn't enjoy the consequences. We'd have to pull out their tongues."

A flush of embarrassment claimed her, causing her silver eyes to narrow. Reluctantly she shook her head. "Aside from the men you forced me to kneel before...I've taken no one else."

"Then your training has only just begun." Rosila said with a teasing chuckle. She strolled between the interrogation tables, running a finger down a bound man's form. It narrowly missed his groin, causing his waiting manhood to twitch. "Come closer, and we'll begin."

Masking her nervousness, she stepped closer, maneuvering to her mistress's side. "What would you have me do, then? Lay with these men? Where's the cruel trick? The twist?"

"My, you've become quite weary of me!" Rosila laughed, placing her hand onto the man's thigh. "I won't deny that I've been...overzealous in your training. For today, however, the game is quite simple. Watch, and obey my instructions."

Vixin remained still as her mentor began to caress the bound man, her hand searching seductively. She heard a muffled moan as it found his cock, requiring mere moments to bring him to his full hardness.

"Good boy." Rosila mocked before turning her head to Vixin, her hand continuing to stroke. "They're all very eager for your lesson today."

"They appear...nervous, mistress." Vixin replied.

"They should. They don't know what their punishment will be." She stated plainly. "You don't merely see generous volunteers seeking to assist their princess's education, but rather, disobedient slaves. They've each committed minor infractions. Nothing too severe, of course."

"And we reward their disobedience?" Vixin asked, watching the moving hand closely.

"Do we truly?" Rosila asked, moving faster. She stroked up and down, forcing the man's hips to lightly buck before...she abruptly pulled away and allowed him to tense up. He strained, his manhood twitching hard as it stayed just at the brink of climax. Then, with a groan, he eased in defeat. "Aww, so close. These men may have expected the punishment of a whip, though they'll find that my touch can nearly be as cruel."

Vixin's eyes sparkled with interest, feeling the hint of a warmth between her thighs at the display. She remembered her own nights of bound denial, feeling an odd sensation at being on the other end. "We're...going to deny them?"

"Not nearly as long as I tortured you." She chuckled, flicking the man's sensitive tip. "Only until you've demonstrated your understanding. Now, it's your turn."

With a gesture from her mistress, Vixin cautiously reached out. She took hold of the man's erection, easing her grip at Rosila's instruction. Then, with only a lingering remnant of hesitation, she obeyed.

The man groaned as she began to stroke him, her nimble fingers sliding up and down. Rosila occasionally corrected her pace and positioning, showing where best to touch. Vixin pumped up and down, milking his cock until she felt him begin to quiver.

"Almost...just a bit more..." The older woman commanded. "And...there!"

Vixin pulled away at her instruction, watching the man buck. He strained against his bindings, only to groan in frustration as his orgasm slipped from his reach. The display incited a spark of arousal within her, knowing she had denied him by her own hand.

"Good, though you can do better. Pay closer attention, and his body will tell you all you need to know. You can push him closer to the edge than that." Rosila explained. She paused, considering the weight of her next words. "The God Emperor has instructed me to remind you to use your senses. I'll be of very little help in guiding you to develop your powers further, yet if you practice, you'll learn to utilize them to anticipate your lover's pleasure far deeper than I could ever manage. Now, again!"

Vixin obeyed. Taking his cock, she resumed her movements, slowly stroking up and down. Not entirely inexperienced, she realized that everything she knew about male lovers stemmed from her father, remembering the nights they had shared. The thought coaxed her lust further, and she began to increase her speed.

The man pulled at his restraints, unable to move more than an inch. To see him squirm, knowing he was entirely at her mercy filled Vixin with a deep interest that partially disturbed her. How many nights had she been in his place? How many hours had her mistress spent bringing her to her limit, only to pull away? She understood the frustration he must be feeling more than most, yet why did it excite her?

Rosila offered minor corrections, only adjusting her when necessary. When the moment arrived to pull her hand away, she remained silent, allowing Vixin to use her judgment.

The princess sensed his arousal, building within his loins until it threatened to overtake him. She sensed his orgasm approaching, stroking him closer and closer until...

A deep groan was muffled by his gag, his hips attempting to push against a hand that was no longer there. He struggled in vain, only to whimper in defeat.

"Well done!" Rosila praised her, reaching down to grant her a firm spank. She chuckled at Vixin's surprise, only to reach over and commandeer her work. "We're through with this one. Watch closely, little princess, as I grant him a reward."

The man moaned at her touch, not quite recovered from his previous denial. It took mere moments for him to reach his limit, releasing a whine of joy as he realized she was pushing him over the edge. Yet, to his horror, he felt her hand leave his cock once again just before his seed began to pour forth in thick ropes. He squirmed, desperate for stimulation.

"Opps..." Rosila grinned sadistically. "Did I stop too soon?"

Vixin watched the man struggle, feeling herself growing wet at the sight of his ruined orgasm. She sensed his frustration at having his pleasure abruptly cut off, watching his sperm dribble down his shaft. "Mistress, there was no need to torment him."