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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49th of Senin, 14 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

"Open.

Now

," Vixin ordered the guards at the cell door. Five in total, there'd be no escape for the new prisoners. They moved aside as the door was hauled open.

She marched inside with a scowl as she felt her ire rising. Inside the dungeon chamber, her silver eyes glared at the collection of six nude prisoners. All had been bolted to the curved stone wall, arranged in a half circle with their arms above their heads.

"You're certain these are all that remain?" Vixin asked the Dungeon Guardian without turning her head. Hardly able to be considered a man, the Dungeon Guardian was no different from his many counterparts lurking within the subterranean chambers. Lacking a hint of clothing, his tight chastity cage was on full display. Sometimes she wondered why her father had deemed it necessary to employ such sadistic creatures to oversee the dungeons, yet on this day, her focus rested solely upon the prisoners.

"The guards confirmed four deaths, Supreme Mother," the chaste man made a show of mock disappointment. They had tried to hide within the city, of course, yet when they attempted to make their escape, the guards proved their worth. "Several slaves confirmed to have seen these men near the slave quarters on the night of Fanir's attack."

Vixin approached the lead of the cabal, stepping closer than caution suggested. She cared little, feeling her eyes beginning to glow with rage. Recognizing him to be the same big man with a scar upon his cheek that had been gifted to her, his gaze provided an expression of amusement as his gagged mouth could not.

A flash of her hand tore the gag harshly from his lips, forcing him to wince hard. He recovered with a chuckle. "Caught us then, did you? Suppose it's information for survival then."

"Knife." Vixin opened her hand expectantly, waiting before the Dungeon Master granted her his blade.

The prisoner cleared his throat. "Ah, so you do have more of your father in you than we judged. Good. I can respect that. Thing is, bloodshed won't be necessary. I'll trade."

Vixin touched the tip of the blade with her thumb. "You have little to trade. Should I ask who granted your orders? Even my sister doesn't think I'm foolish enough to believe your men were sent as a gift from her mate. Fanir was a message, and you were merely the hand to deliver it. A disposable hand she had no intention of seeing survive."

The other prisoners seemed to stir in their bindings, yet their leader attempted to shrug. "It's merely a job. Nothing personal, princess."

Vixin tightened her grip upon the handle. The faintest hope that he'd refute what she knew to be true crumbled away, for a lack of denial was as good as a confession. Her sister was guilty. "Perhaps she promised coin. Perhaps she promised influence. You were all merely earning your payment. A fair trade."

The man's amusement slowly dimmed as he watched her eyes, never ceasing to glow.

"A task earns a fair payment. A foul deed earns a fair punishment," Vixin's words came calmly, masking the emotion raging within. "Tell me, what punishment have your deeds earned?"

The prisoners watched cautiously as their leader's lips thinned.

"Nothing? That's not quite fair, is it?" Vixin reached down to caress his large cock as it hung on display. Fingers dragging lightly, she felt it twitch. "If you've nothing more to say, so be it."

With a gesture to her chaste servant, the feminine man moved to quickly apply another sticky gag to the prisoner's lips. Though he struggled, the Dungeon Guardian was clearly no novice in dealing with resisting prisoners.

"You refrained from taking Fanir's life, and thus, I'll spare yours. Yet your actions have taken something from me that I've grown to value." Vixin lifted his heavy cock as she pressed the blade against his testicles, doing her best to keep the trembling of anger from her voice. He'd see nothing but the cold expression upon her royal face. "For that, I'll take something

you

value in return.

A fair trade

."

The bound prisoners writhed in panic as they watched her blade move quickly, hearing the muffled cries of agony from their leader. A short moment, a mere hard pull accompanied by a powerful slicing of her blade, yet they whined in horror.

Vixin discarded the knife into the care of the Dungeon Guardian, letting the blood drip from her hands. She turned her back to the now whimpering prisoner, blocking out the knowledge that her mother would have smiled with approval. The thought sickened her more than the blood, and she required a silent moment to covertly breathe.

Finally, with dripping fingers, Vixin spoke with her back to the bound men in a calm tone. "You shared his deed, and thus, you'll all share his fate. Six eunuch slaves to be trained and sold.

That

is our fair trade."

"It shall be done, Supreme Mother." The Dungeon Guardian bowed his head as the prisoners squirmed, unable to escape what awaited them.

A second hint of disgust touched her as she sensed the man's arousal, not bothering to look back to see him squeezing his chastity cage. She had spared six men's lives, yet what had it cost her? What else had died here?

She could nearly hear her mother's ghost laughing in amusement as she hurried to the door.

1st of Iahta, 14 AVE.

Kingdom of Harin, Between Littlexia and Nighri.

The ship rolled gently with the waves as if to match Dominax's thrusts, yet still Irith could not cum.

Within the royal quarters of the command ship, Irith gripped the silky sheets tightly. Positioned on her hands and knees, she presented her rear to her mate eagerly. A moan escaped her as he continued to move in and out with a slow,

powerful

rhythm.

Her depths ached with a deep need as he used her, their loins meeting with each rock of his hips. As always, he seemed to know exactly where to hit to drive her wild, yet her occupied mind held her back. She squeezed the sheets harder, attempting to force herself to block out her thoughts. She

wanted

his cock. She

wanted

her orgasm.

Feeling hands fondling her round rear from behind, her lips parted in a heavy breath of arousal. She felt the strength of her mate, felt his careful control to avoid harming her. A dangerous...

powerful man

...and she felt her brows furrow.

They had left Littlexia behind, sailing towards Nighri to begin their next siege. Leaving the city behind did nothing to dampen her thoughts, thinking of Arinax as Dominax continued to thrust into her. She groaned with a mixture of pleasure and frustration as she sought to finish.

Slowly, Dominax came to a stop before sliding his cock from her womanhood. When she looked back in confusion, he caressed her rump a final time before granting her a reassuring gesture. "Come, Irith. Something is troubling you. I'd have you here with me fully."

Both unsatisfied, she joined him as he sat on the edge of the bed. "My love...I can continue. Truly."

He dismissed her with a wave. "Stab the heart of what bothers you rather than wasting the time of either of us. Speak what's on your mind."

Holding her legs tightly together as she continued to feel small pulses of pleasure in her womanhood, a remnant of their rough lovemaking, she sighed. "Arinax whispers to me at night."

"The boy spreads rumors. Very well." Dominax frowned in annoyance. "These rumors concern you, then?"

Irith perked up. "He speaks of what occurs during his training. He says you lock him in the dark cells of Littlexia, and sometimes for hours at a time. He says you starve him."

Dominax watched as her words grew firmer with every detail, feeling his displeasure deepen.

"He's...he's scared!" she flung the word at him as if it were a weapon.

Eying her coldly, he nodded. "As he should be, for I'm only just beginning."

Taken off guard, she scowled defiantly. "You...what?"

"The boy is The Prince Upholder of Vaidrin. My heir. I shall do whatever I must to forge him into a worthy being," Dominax stated plainly.

Surprise gave way to anger as Irith turned fully to him, seeing his cock hanging between his legs. Still coated in her juices, she knew how easy it would have been to have simply held her tongue. "You are my love, Dominax, yet you shall not harm MY son."

He held up a calming hand with a sigh, meeting her challenging gaze. "I do not seek to harm him. I see only the reality of our position. This boy...this Arinax...shall face a world in which every possible danger shall be used against him. I'd see him survive."

The sudden hints of vulnerability in his silver eyes gave her pause. "We both seek to see him thrive, yet brutality isn't our only means."

"Ah, but little else shall shape him as harshly. I'll ensure he is an unmatched weapon, rather than a blunted blade," Dominax explained as he lowered his eyes. "There are few I'd reveal such things to, my love, yet you know my reasons. I shall endure no further losses."

The sight of rare emotion from her mate caused her to bite her lip, reaching out to grab his hand without thinking. She calmed her anger, pressing her nude form closer. "So you say, yet we remain. In your fear of losing the ones you love, take care not to drive us away. Arinax is young. He has time to learn at his own pace. I...cannot stand to see him suffer in such a way. I simply

won't

."

"Time," Dominax tasted the word bitterly. "Time is short. The blade of an assassin could find his throat this very night. Instead, I'd see him strengthened until he may turn that blade against those who seek his death."

Irith squeezed his hand. "As would I, yet there must be another way."

His expression hardened as he faced her. "All other methods are but a compromise, and I shall not compromise our son's safety. I had a vision. A...dream of sorts. I..." He waved aside the remark. "The details are irrelevant, yet I saw the potential of what he may become. Any less, and we risk losing a son."

Irith nearly winced at the pain he allowed her to see, forcing her to kiss his cheek. "I knew our family would face danger when I agreed to join you. Our child would sit upon the throne of the world, and that shall always bring an inevitable threat. It was a risk I was willing to pay, though not...not from you. Grant me a few days with Arinax without training. Let me comfort him. I'll...explain what's being done to him so that he may understand your harshness."

After consideration, Dominax nodded. "You have until we reach Nighri. Afterwards, his training shall continue."

Her expression grew firm as her grip eased upon his hand. "Then you must promise not to overstep. If you must push him for his protection...refrain from pushing him to a point from which he cannot recover. You must promise, my love."

Dominax nodded. "I'll do no more than what's necessary. Our son is a future God Emperor, Irith. I'll ensure he lives to see that day, and a millennium beyond."

Remaining unsatisfied, though in a secondary way, Irith released his hand. They sat together, hearing the creaking of the ship's hull. "I...suppose I should see to the children. The servants tell me that Nafalya has found a way to sneak from her quarters no matter where they station guards."

"Very well," his reply came coldly as he allowed her to stand.

"I'll send a slave to finish what I could not." She glanced at his hanging cock before stepping away. She went as far as the door before hesitating, retreating to grant him a kiss. "We chose this life, did we not?"

"Only because no suitable alternative exists." Dominax replied. "Such is my nature. Our son's nature."

Irith was unable to smile, and instead merely nodded. She turned away, making her departure.

4th of Iahta, 14 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

The door to Fanir's personal healing chamber slowly opened before Vixin stepped inside. Every inch she moved towards his bed seemed to take an eternity before finally kneeling beside him.

Time had begun to heal his delicate face, and as his eyes slowly opened, a bright smile crossed his lips. "Mistress..."

"You look better today," Vixin said as she caressed his short hair, unable to meet his gaze.

"Thank The Creator for the healers," he chuckled before trying to sit up, only to wince in pain as he collapsed back. "It still...

ahh

...feels like agony...without their mixtures, mistress."

Vixin offered a light smile as she peered at the floor, touching her belly.

"P...princess, have I done something to offend you?" Fanir could do little to conceal his worry as his expression shifted. "You haven't visited in...

ahh

...five days..."

"No. No, of course not!" She leaned down to kiss his forehead, drawing out every second as she hesitated. "Little Fanir...we've found the men who attacked you. They've received their punishments."

His eyes widened as he once more found his smile. "Mistress...does that not please you? Is that not wonderful?"

"Of course. Still, they confirmed a thing that has troubled me." She nodded slowly as if lost in thought, dreading her coming words. "Fanir...it's no longer safe to keep you at my side."

A moment was required before her words reached him, tearing an expression of panic across his face. "Mistress?"

She gritted her teeth as she reached to squeeze his hand. "I know every word I speak now shall never be repeated from your lips. My sister was behind this attack, little Fanir, of that much I can no longer doubt. She cannot harm me directly, yet if you remain here, you shall always be a potential target."

"I...I'll endure! I'll remain a step ahead of her schemes! Grant me a guard or two and I'll ensure you never have to fear for me."

His naivety granted her a bitter chuckle, yet she shook her head. "Cendra is a...

cruel

creature. I'll take no risks with her."

Desperation claimed his gaze as he attempted to rise, only to fall once more. "Mistress...please...I need to remain with you. I...I must serve you...pleasure you..."

A tight breath escaped her. She blinked, feeling a hint of moisture in her eyes. "Calm, little Fanir. Calm yourself. I've...ordered the purchase of an estate inside The City of Arcia. Part of the new construction projects. I'm told they're large and luxurious. You'll live as a wealthy man for the rest of your days. A free man, tended to by slaves."

"Arcia? Mistress...that's in another District!" He strained to clutch her hand pleadingly. "You'll be so far away..."

Vixin slowly moved his hands towards her belly, guiding him to feel the slight hint of her pregnancy. "Yet a part of me shall always remain with you. After the birth, I shall send our daughter into your care. Such is a fitting gift for a servant as devoted as you."

Feeling her belly with trembling hands, he no longer cared to restrain his emotion. "Please...don't do this. I...I'll serve you better than before. I'll pleasure you with my tongue every hour of every day! Please...mistress."

A tear fell from her eye to join his. "Fanir...I'm sorry. I can ensure your safety no other way. If you desire to serve, obey this command."

They remained together until he nodded, savoring the soft sensation of her skin as if it were his last chance. "Y...yes mistress...I'll obey."

She attempted to nod with a commanding expression, yet it fell away to tears. Cendra had caused this, she knew. She had tainted something Vixin loved, despite how many attempts she had made to repair the damage between them.

Together, alone in a chamber in the heart of The Empire, a princess wept for a slave. She sensed the child growing within her, releasing a weary breath. "Raise her well, sweet Fanir..."

As he nodded, Vixin lowered her head to his battered chest, closing her silver eyes. Her prisoners had earned their punishment, and in turn, Cendra required one of her own. It'd take years before her sister returned to The Capital, Vixin knew, yet she'd wait like a patient specter.

One tainted love for another. It was only fair.

15th of Iahta, 14 AVE.

Kingdom of Harin, Outside Nighri.

The sound of distant chirping echoed through the forest around them. The morning light danced through the vibrant leaves, a collection of blue trees in a sea of green. Clin stood before them as he held his sword vertically.

Kneeling, the small group of young men and women mirrored their new mentor. Holding their swords, they listened carefully while a white bundle of fabric sat before each of them.

Far from the ongoing siege of Nighri, Clin assessed the fresh faces waiting expectantly. He allowed himself a slight grin, seeing the eagerness in their eyes.

These

were proper recruits, individuals committed to the task of defending the citizens of The Empire. Though they were all required by law to share the blood of The God Emperor, like Kunir who stood at his side now, he cared little for their origin nor heritage. A good man was a good man.

"I'll tell no lies. The life I offer is one of struggle and strife, yet it's a necessity all the same. The white cloaks of The Privictis Order lay before you. Should you choose to accept yours, you'll be promising to give your lives in the defense of the ordinary beings beneath the imperial throne. They are the heart of this empire, and we shall guard that heart with our shields and armor." Clin held his stance, firm and immovable despite the faint hints of pain from his old leg wound.

Three cloaks fluttered lightly in the forest breeze, for the third stood in the distance, observing. The God Emperor waited with folded arms, amused at the display.

Clin moved his sword to his wrist, pressing the blade against his skin where his armor left a vulnerability. "Earn your cloaks or leave us now. To become Knights of The Privictis Order, let the first drop of blood you spill be your own, that you may know the price of such a deed."

Dragging his blade, he slit his wrist with a grimace. He held out his hand, allowing the wound to pour into the dirt at his feet. He waited, watching as the kneeling group mirrored the action one after another. Gasps of pain echoed quietly.

"Now don your cloaks and rise as Initiates, servants of our people," Clin commanded. Together with Kunir, he watched as the group unwrapped the white bundles before them. They clasped the fabric around their necks before standing until all were on their feet. White cloaks moving with the wind, Clin felt a surge of pride. The Privictis Order had arisen.

He granted them new commands before hearing The God Emperor chuckling, turning to see him approaching. The entirety of the group bowed low in his presence, yet their ruler waved his hand.

"Children, you've done well. Return to your quarters, for healers shall be sent to tend to your wounds," the powerful voice of The God Emperor ripped through the trees, and they all turned to obey. As Kunir reluctantly led them away, Dominax stroked his silvery beard. "Quite a display you've conjured. They shall feel they've partaken in something exclusive, special. They'll be yours. Well done, Clin."