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 for free, with the completely optional possibility to receive early access on the official Vaid Empire Website. 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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45th of Silla, 13 AVE.

Kingdom of Harin, Gadrin.

The wind howled through the shattered gates below him as Salduin stood upon the wall, gazing out at the remains of Gadrin. Fires continued to burn despite the weather, reminders of yesterday's siege.

A deep breath passed from his lungs, remaining frozen in place like a weary statue overlooking the destruction. His meditation never failed to coax a deep peace within him, and he said a silent prayer to The Creator for the fallen citizens.

"A shame," Dominax's voice suddenly rang from behind, forcing the large man to whirl around to face The God Emperor. "More should have built their homes from stone. When wood burns away, what remains of their memory?"

"Your holiness...I did not hear your approach," Salduin said as his muscles eased.

Dominax nodded with satisfaction. In one hand he carried a long object wrapped in white fabric, his cloak flowing in the snapping wind. "Report."

Clearing his throat, the large man turned back towards the ruined city. "I've commanded my men to begin fortifying what remains of the city, while Lord Hesin's Truthseekers have eliminated remaining pockets of resistance. Lord Clin continues to tend to survivors, though I must say...he isn't pleased."

"Of course, yet he knows better than to overstep with his complaints. The outbreak of fire was unfortunate, though I've already assured him that we'll avoid similar tragedies in the future," Dominax stated with disinterest.

Salduin frowned, feeling the tiny trickle of morning rain doting his bald head. "The dead now know the truth of their gods. Let them rest in comfort with The Creator."

"So they shall, yet matters regarding the living require discussion." Dominax placed his freehand upon the man's powerful shoulder. "Your duties demand you elsewhere."

"Apologies, your holiness. I merely needed a moment to clear my hea-"

"No, Salduin. I don't refer to your current duties, but rather, those left unfulfilled. Vixin requires a mate, my friend."

Salduin straightened, his heart already beginning to quicken. "Am I not required here? We've only just stepped foot into Harin. Surely, my talents could be better spent-"

"Your talents shall be utilized exactly where my plans require them, my friend," Dominax cut him off in a calm tone. "Vixin must be inseminated with your seed, and you shall delay no longer."

"I'm...honored, your holiness. Truly. I'd love nothing more than to grant House Vaid another heir, particularly one of my own blood," Salduin replied. The statement held the truth, and yet... "I simply require more time."

Dominax's expression fell to a stern glare. "The gift of my daughter's womb isn't one I'll allow to be spurned twice. Refuse once more, and I shall find another to sire my grandchild."

Face faintly reddening, he required a moment before opening his mouth. "When must I depart?"

"A ship shall soon deliver my long-awaited prisoner. You shall board that same ship, and its captain, Lady Dunith's heir, shall replace your command until your return," Dominax explained. "With Gadrin under our control, I've sent word to allow them to approach the city safely."

Salduin finally nodded. "Very well."

"Good." A grin broke across The God Emperor's features. "I'm certain she'll accept your seed eagerly despite your delay. In the meantime, prepare your men for the transition of power, as Lord Clin shall finalize the fortifications."

"If that's all, I'd like to be excused," Salduin requested, seeking time to ponder. Already the memory of his family prodded at his mind. "Please."

"Very well, you may go. Summon Cendra here before you see to your other duties," Dominax commanded. He watched his advisor turn to depart, only to stop him once more. "Yet be warned, Salduin. Vixin is very precious to me. A being of my blood deserves the greatest pleasure, and you shall grant her nothing less. Understood?"

Salduin nodded, not daring to turn around to display the conflicting emotion playing across his face. Instead, he continued on after a permitting command from his ruler.

Dominax moved to peer out across the conquered city, firmly gripping the wrapped object. He studied the movements of the legion through the streets, marching in patrols as slaves set about constructing necessary structures. They had taken their first foothold within The Kingdom of Harin, and the small city would grow with each new arrival of supplies and manpower.

He didn't need to wait long before sensing Cendra's approach.

Striding proudly atop the wall, she greeted him with a bow of her head before claiming her place at his side. She mirrored his posture, gazing out at the city. "You wished to see me, father?"

"You fought well yesterday, my flower." He turned to address her, allowing satisfaction to seep into his tone. "These fallen men of Harin are but a hint of what we'll face, yet once more you've proven yourself adequate to participate."

A slight widening of her silver eyes hinted at the fluttering emotion beneath her careful control, and she nodded in gratitude. "I'll do what I must to prove the worth of our House."

"So you will, yet you'll do so while properly adorned." He presented the object, its fabric wrapping fluttering lightly in the wind.

The gift's long shape left her little doubt of what lay beneath, yet she required further prompting from her father before reaching out. Excitement sparked within her as she slowly pulled the fabric away, her stern lips curling into a grin as the white blade was exposed. Before her lay a sword of deadly elegance, its hilt gilded in gold, while the crescent moon of House Vaid had been pressed in the center of the crossguard.

"Go on, my flower. Claim it. Make it yours."

Slowly, she allowed her hand to wrap around the hilt for the first time, raising it carefully as if it'd shatter. With a gesture from her father, she twirled it as she assessed the weapon, its light weight and thin blade easily carving through the air. Once more she felt excitement tingle within her.

"A proper replacement for the blades you've been forced to utilize thus far," Dominax explained as he watched her test the gift.

"Are you...certain?" she asked, rushing to correct herself a moment later. "That I may keep it, I mean."

"Of course. A being of our blood deserves a worthy blade that you shall pass to your descendants," he explained, watching as her gaze quietly obsessed over every detail. "The basic form has been forged for you, yet you'll be required to complete the rest."

Pulling her attention from her new sword, she raised her brow as his finger tapped the hilt of his own weapon.

"At nightfall you shall see what I've discovered in the depths of the orb and know what it is to wield true power." An insidious chuckle escaped his lips. "Until then, I shall reveal no more. For now, know that this blade comes with a price, for you'll be required to assist Clin with his command of the legion. His focus must be shifted elsewhere in time, and I'd have a true Vaid lead the forces of my Empire when the time is right."

Silver eyes widening once more, she was no longer able to conceal her elation. She stepped forwards, hesitating only a moment before wrapping her arms around him, careful to hold her blade aloft. "I'd desire nothing less."

Running his fingers through her silky black hair, he took in his offspring's scent with satisfaction before allowing her to part. "You've demanded guidance, and so you shall receive it. You'll hold a place at my side as you learn to command, while both Clin and Irith shall provide you with ample training."

"Ah. Irith," she replied, her joy dampening somewhat. "Then Vixin isn't her sole focus after all."

"Careful, my flower." He gently cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him. "I'll hear no spiteful words against my mate. After all, she's eager to begin your mentorship."

Finally nodding, she was released from his hold, looking down at her new blade. "Nightfall, then."

Despite her shift in attitude, she did little to stop him as he kissed her, her eyes closing to enjoy the sensation. Parting, he dismissed her with a gesture. "Nightfall, my flower."

Departing, her posture returned to the prideful imperial princess of her facade. He watched her hips sway as she strode along the top of the wall towards the nearest staircase, appreciating her feminine form.

When she disappeared down the stairs, Dominax's grin slowly faded. "You shall reveal yourself now, child. Don't believe you may escape my senses."

Silence lingered before Nafalya begrudgingly sighed. Having concealed herself by hanging over the edge of the wall, she nimbly swung her legs up as she pulled herself back over the edge. Rising to her feet, she clasped her hands behind her back with the smallest hint of a devious smile.

"What did you hear?" he asked, assessing her.

"Only what you allowed me to," she replied smoothly.

Amusement tugged at his lips. "Perceptive girl. Still, tell me your thoughts."

Her long black hair flowed in the wind as she began to pace, each step soundless. "I only ponder what my gift will be."

"Oh?" he asked with a smirk. "You believe I'd reward this behavior?"

"Cendra receives a sword. Vixin receives another baby. I receive nothing. Very curious," she replied in mock disappointment.

Dominax chuckled. "So that's the truth of it. You feel forgotten? The time shall come when you receive your own version of both gifts, and on that day, I expect you to avoid such childish games."

"I was simply curious. Nothing more." She slowly encircled him, knowing she was pressing her luck. "Master Hesin says an assassin's ear must always be open."

His firm hand falling upon her slender shoulder stopped her in her tracks, guiding her closer. He cupped the side of her young face, meeting her gaze with an amused expression. "Yet you must choose your targets wisely, child, and you'll find me to be no easy prey. I must move without concern for concealing delicate words, for you're unready for certain truths."

"I see and hear far more than one may assume, father." She granted him a knowing smirk. "You may place as much trust in me as you do in my sisters."

"In time, my flower. In time." He kissed her cheek before beginning to whisper. "

Your day shall come. As the shadow of our House, you'll act as my eyes and ears, though only when I deem you ready."

***

Nightfall fell upon Gadrin just as the last fire faded away. Alone atop what remained of the city's stronghold, the base of its white walls scorched when its wooden neighbors had succumbed to the outbreak of fire, two figures sat in the center of the flat rooftop. Father and daughter, Dominax and Cendra faced each other with their legs crossed, seated inside a ring of candles. The purple light flickered over their bare bodies as they meditated, preparing to forge a truly worthy weapon.

Cendra felt a chill run across her skin, feeling exposed despite their solitude. In their natural state of nudity for the ritual, they had ordered all guards to keep anyone from so much as entering the structure, allowing them to worry about little else but the task before them.

With her new sword laying across her lap, she breathed deeply, knowing The Sword of Order's position mirrored her own in her father's lap. She dared not open her eyes, yet she sensed the orb glowing within the crossguard of The God Emperor's blade. It hummed lightly in her mind, its strange language subtly tickling her subconscious.

Dominax's mind touched her own, prodding it, mentally mingling. She felt as though the orb's consciousness had wrapped around them both, pressing their minds far closer together than they had ever attempted. She sensed the shape of his soul in exquisite detail, consuming, blindingly powerful as it threatened to overtake her awareness. Terror seeped into her very core, faced with the presence of his purely spiritual form. She pushed past her fear, diving deeper to sense their familial connection as he had instructed her.

Sensing their bond of kin, progenitor and offspring, a deep sensation of familiarity began to ease her terror. She was his, just as much a part of him as his own body. Their souls and blood were linked as father and daughter, an undeniable bond that sent a calming sense of peace through her careful concentration.

The orb reacted to their bond, responding by a shift in its inner humming. She felt pulses of its consciousness licking her mind as if testing her.

Wordlessly, Dominax's mental presence guided her, instructing her to fluctuate her power to his exact specifications. Together, their souls interacted with the orb, bending it to their wills. Gradually it resisted, requiring their concentration to deepen.

To the ordinary world, they appeared to sit still, quietly breathing across from each other. Little hinted to the mental battle gathering within, two beings working in mirrored unison against an unknowable third. The orb glowed wildly, pulsing with each mental effort of the pair.

The sensation of their minds touching caused a warmth to spread throughout Cendra's body, feeling hints of arousal tingling within. She felt their familial ties, kin meeting kin, and couldn't help but feel a dampness slowly forming between her thighs.

The orb began to shift, its resistance softening the more they explored their bond. To her surprise, she felt a hint of pleasure tickle her mind. Holding no place in the physical world, the sensation was one more natural than she had ever experienced, as if her very soul was flushing with lust at being so close to her creator, her father. It spread throughout the entirety of her mind like a web, growing in strength with each passing moment. She heard her physical form moan in reaction, requiring greater willpower to maintain her concentration.

She sensed the orb shifting within The Sword of Order, twisting as father and daughter molded it without moving. It felt as though it were pushing against the fabric of reality, its shimmering insides swirling.

A further moan escaped her, mind tingling intensely. She was The God Emperor's daughter, a fact she acknowledged over and over as her willpower slowly ripped the orb in two. Pleasure sparkled within her, growing, and growing until...

Her mind seized in orgasmic bliss, closer to her father than ever before. Their bond remained undeniable, a fact that sustained her climax, drawing it out until it stabilized. A second passed, then another, each showing no sign of stopping her ecstasy as her mind tore away a chunk of the orb's will.

Sensing it pierce the fabric of reality, she felt half of the orb begin to pour into her sword's intricate internal tunnels, copied from the design of her father's sword. It moved without moving, traveled without traveling, appearing to the naked eye as if nothing were occurring at all. It filled the tiny tunnels throughout the white blade, solidifying.

Now torn into two identical copies, the new orb within Cendra's blade remained concealed behind the crescent moon of her crossguard, while the original appeared untouched within The Sword of Order. Cendra sensed a new presence within her sword, a consciousness as unknowable as the original, yet now obeying her mental commands.

Body convulsing in place, her orgasm persisted, allowing her to sense her father's pleasure as it mirrored her own. Finally, it broke, allowing her mind to crash back to reality as she fell backwards. Spasming, she felt her juices dripping from her womanhood.

Mind tumbling as she recovered, she remained limp until she was certain she had regained herself. Slowly she rose, propping herself up on shaking elbows to peer at The God Emperor.

Chuckling, he remained in his original position. Though he had endured everything she had felt, he remained in firm stillness while she had collapsed.

Her eyes fell between his legs, his throbbing erection the only hint of his experience. The familial connection lingered between them, her arousal continuing to build along with his.

"Go on. Let us see the result of our efforts." He gestured to her sword.

Laying across her nude lap, the blade nearly seemed to hum with new life. She cautiously grabbed the hilt, lifting it from her delicate skin.

"Allow your power to flow through the blade, my flower. It shall feel as natural as breathing," he explained.

Raising it high into the air as she sat up, she watched in awe as flame ignited around the white blade, consuming it in swirling fire. The orb within her crossguard reacted with her power, carrying it throughout the length of the sword.

She began to grin, then burst into laughter, feeling far more powerful than before. Little had changed within her, yet the weapon allowed her to express her abilities with greater ease. An upward thrust sent a burst of flame rocketing into the night sky, her silver eyes glowing as ambition claimed her.

Dominax smirked with satisfaction. "Every member of House Vaid shall one day carry such worthy weapons, yet it's only right that you receive the first. My eldest, my flower, you shall show them what it means to be a daughter of House Vaid."

The sword continued to blaze as she twirled it, carving through the dark void of the night sky. Only her lust lured her mind away, the remnants of her orgasm tingling between her legs. "Of course, father. None shall stand against The Empire. None shall stand against...

us.

"

He moved aside his own sword, placing it outside the wide circle of candles. His erection remained, drawing her eye as she tested her blade.

Biting her lip, the call between her thighs had nearly become unbearable, the fact of their familial bond luring her desires. She mirrored his action, allowing the blade to extinguish before placing it down lovingly. She moved closer, lust coursing through her as she pressed her lips to his.

He reached out to touch her waist, pulling her closer as he continued to sense her mind caressing his. Soul against her soul, blood of his blood, he took in her sweet scent.

Driven by her lust, she dueled his tongue, her hands exploring his scarred chest. She moved to her knees as she pressed closer, enjoying his searching hands.

His fingertips ran over her gorgeous form, igniting countless nerves upon her utterly soft skin. His daughter, his offspring, he explored her as if seized by an obsession.

Unable to stand her desires for an instant longer, she moved to claim her place in his lap, straddling him as he remained seated upon the cool stone of the rooftop. Her lips never parted from his, reaching down to caress his hardened manhood with a desperate moan.

Her body felt warm upon his lap, an alluring female presence craving his cock. Her hand positioned his tip against her soft, pink labia, allowing him to pull her closer as he held onto her hips.

Together they moaned, loins meeting in an act of utter taboo as he slid inside. A burst of deeply natural pleasure overcame them both as he hilted her, his cock reaching her deepest limits.