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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23rd of Twic, 15 AVE.

Kingdom of Harin, Winexia.

"A catastrophe..." Clin said as he dropped the message cylinder onto the floor, running his hands through his blond hair. He wanted to tear it all out yet calmed himself as he saw Hesin's peering eyes from across the map table. A deep sigh eased from his lips as he supported himself on his knuckles, feeling as if the world were beginning to spin. "Our scouts report sightings of wreckage and bodies flowing downstream, and still we hear no word from Kisrin. This is..."

"Yes, a catastrophe. You mentioned that," Hesin replied. The only other person in the command tent outside the besieged city of Winexia, his voice sounded metallic behind his mask. "I wonder if our Princess Cendra shall return to us."

Peering across the table, Clin met the eye of his fellow advisor. Was he smiling behind that mask? A viscous grin from ear to ear? Ever unreadable, it was impossible to tell for certain. Clin clenched his fists harder. "We've had our differences, yet if you gloat now..."

"I'm sorry for your loss." The assassin's posture remained still. "Your boy Cliax doesn't deserve to lose his mother.

No

boy does. Seeing as Salduin isn't here, I'll try to pray for Cendra's safe return, however useless that'll be."

Momentarily stunned, Clin found himself wordless. In the end, he cleared his throat and eased his muscles. "That...would be very kind of you."

"For your boy," Hesin said coldly before the tent's entrance opened. The God Emperor stormed inside like a raging typhoon, hands open as if they were claws readying to strike at whatever disturbed him.

The advisors remained frozen as Dominax approached Clin, grabbing his shoulder. His silver eyes burned into his own, containing an agony that threatened to consume them all. Their ruler's deep voice came harshly. "I sense her, Clin. She lives. I know the extent of her love for you, and so I shall make you a promise. Wherever she is, she

shall

return."

Behind them, the tent opened once more to allow Irith inside. She hurried over to her mate, placing her hand upon his forearm. "My love...I'm so sorry! I just heard. I can't imagine your worry. We'll continue to send scouts until Cendra is-"

Dominax brushed her hand away, turning to her with a calm coldness. "I stated she wasn't ready. The risks were clear, yet I placed my trust upon our bond and acted against my better judgment.

That

shall never again occur."

Irith's lips parted as she struggled to reply. "Surely you don't blame me for-"

"My daughter lives. She shall return, or she shall perish," he cut her off, his words dripping with disgust. "Either outcome shall be of your doing,

my love

."

The rage in his tone was a dagger to Irith's belly, unable to keep the devastation from her expression. She said nothing as he tore through the entrance, leaving the trio in silence.

"I'm sorry, my lady," Clin said as he moved closer. "He-"

"He's in pain. He doesn't mean what he says," Irith replied quickly, regaining control over her emotions. "I'll tend to Cliax. Whatever assistance you require with him I shall provide."

Clin nodded in gratitude before thanking her. He looked to the map carved into the table, seeing Kisrin. A tightening of his chest forced him to grit his teeth, trying to calm himself. "She'll return...my lady. I know it."

25th of Twic, 15 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

"Well? Are you prepared?" Lalian asked. He stood before the doors to the hallway. At his side, Anthara knew the corridor led from his tower into the rest of The Grand Pyramid.

"Are you? This is quite a show of trust," she replied. Dressed in her green shawl, she touched where a long chain was connected to the tight collar locked around her neck. She contained her irritation, feeling like a pet on a leash as Lalian held the other end of the chain.

He hesitated as he touched the door, granting her a final glance as he dared to meet her eyes. "My trust is a calculated risk. Don't make me look foolish by breaking it."

Her expression eased as she saw the worry in his eyes. He pushed open the door and they were on their way. For the first time in months Anthara departed the tower of her imprisonment.

It had required quite a while to convince himself, yet today, Lalian permitted her to accompany him as he went about his duties. The cruelty of keeping her locked away was never far from his mind, and notably, she would need to be exposed to life within The Empire if she were to join them. Even that was quite a large

if.

Anthara strode proudly at his side, doing her best to ignore the curious eyes of those they passed. Servants hurrying about the decorated white halls bowed their heads in respect towards Lalian, yet their gazes burned into her skin. She felt them, these

humans

, gawking at her as if she were a rare animal.

They followed the many twists and turns of the internal structure within the gigantic fortress, and she began to wonder just how Lalian knew where he was going. Every turn they took, every long flight of stairs they ascended, her awe of the place steadily grew.

"If you've offered a lie by claiming to have designed this...mountain, I'd be

quite

disappointed," she muttered.

"Such was the truth. Whatever the extent of my weaknesses, you'll find few here." He tapped the side of his head with a smile.

They continued until they reached a large door. The guards permitted their entry, bowing before her captor. Lalian led her into what appeared to be a large workshop of sorts, its floor lined with tables and shelves of various sizes and purposes. Wooden slabs with odd designs carved into their surfaces were scattered throughout the room in neat collections, accompanied by various stone and wood sculptures in the shape of tiny structures and statues. Men and women went about their duties quietly, pausing only to glance at her.

Swallowing as curiosity began to claim her, Anthara looked around as Lalian summoned the workers into a group around them. To her surprise, she watched him address his subordinates with enthusiasm, receiving their reports and discussing corrections upon several designs. Here, surrounded by fellow architects, the nervous little Lanthian was gone, replaced by an artist discussing his craft. She couldn't help but smirk.

They visited three other identical workshops, each focused on several different projects. She watched Lalian closely, seeing the way others followed his every word with close attention. Most stared when they first saw her, of course, and she couldn't help but feel a sting of embarrassment as they eyed her collar. Still, she wouldn't grant them the honor of seeing her blush.

"Ah, now this is a singularly exciting occasion," Lalian said as they departed the final workshop. He closed a message cylinder as they walked, having been delivered by one of his workers. "It appears our next meeting is with the owner of Niria's quarry."

"Exciting, Lalian?" She avoided meeting the gaze of a servant as they walked. A human Administrator passed them next, showing no discretion as his eyes traveled down her exposed green legs with interest. "So you say..."

Her doubts were brushed aside when they reached the throne room. Entering through one of the side entrances, her lips parted as she took in the sight. Not since the day of her capture had she been brought back into the magnificent chamber, yet never could she forget what she had seen. The white pillars, the water, the vegetation, the golden throne. Even the human women lounging about the room, their bare bodies a testimony to the power of their master. She couldn't help but bite her lip, more than a little curious to meet this so-called God Emperor of Lalian's.

Men and women of obvious wealth went about their day, passing through the busy chamber. The presence of the harem removed some attention from her, yet dozens of eyes still snuck a glance or openly stared. A child of a visiting High-Lord asked to touch her wings before her father pulled her away. Not all were human, and when they passed by an Arkos trader, she received a harsh glare. Anthara met it with one of her own.

Their contact waited by the gigantic open main doors, dwarfed by their size. A large man in a robe of vivid orange, he greeted Lalian with respect. She watched as Lalian granted him several small wooden slabs, hearing them discuss measurements. She understood more than enough of their tongue to know when they were haggling over price and was surprised to see Lalian hold his ground. The large man bowed in respect as their business was concluded, and once more she found herself amused as Lalian led her away.

"I've placed an order for a particularly special project. When The God Emperor returns, he'll find a suitable monument to his victory," Lalian explained with enthusiasm.

As they walked towards the side doors, Anthara's chest tightened as a large group entered the chamber. Surrounded by an entourage of servants and guards, she recognized the imperial princess at the lead.

"Ah, our Grand Imperial Architect Lalian," Vixin greeted them as she brought the group to a halt. Her hand rested upon her belly, beginning to grow round from her pregnancy.

"My princess." Lalian bowed, and Anthara was a moment delayed before she followed his lead. "Lord Salduin."

The large man stood at Vixin's side, cradling Princess Jinilya. He moved her to one arm as he reached out to greet Lalian. They gripped each other's forearms in respect.

Vixin peered with caution. "I suppose this is what became of your prisoner. Can she speak our tongue?"

"Anthara, my princess. Her...name is Anthara, and her lessons have progressed swiftly."

"A lovely name." Her silver eyes never left her as she stepped closer. "Anthara, this man beside you is of great value to both my father and The Empire. If he has judged it necessary for you to walk at his side, I shall trust his judgment, yet never forget that our eyes see all. We'll follow your progress closely. Who knows? Perhaps his interest in you will prove to be wise."

Scrambling to remember her lessons, Anthara lowered her eyes. "Yes...princess."

"It was fortunate we ran into you. Care to join us aboard the royal pleasure barge?" Salduin said as Jinilya yawned in her sleep, oblivious to the noisy chamber.

"Much as I would like to, we have...other plans for tonight," Lalian replied, and Anthara watched him fiddle nervously in his tunic's pocket.

"Very well," Vixin replied. She granted Lalian a nod of respect before leading her group on their way.

Anthara eased as she followed Lalian. They traveled upward, making their way through The Pyramid's many levels. She walked with long strides, savoring the taste of freedom after so long. Only the jingle of her chain dampened her enjoyment.

"A last stop." Lalian hesitated as they reached a final set of large doors. "I...if you...well..."

She nearly chuckled as he discarded whatever he had hoped to say. Instead, he gestured for the guards to haul open the doors. The orange light of the evening squeezed through the widening crack. Anthara's curiosity was only broken by the surprise of feeling Lalian's trembling hand gently taking her own. She felt an instinct to yank away, yet stopped herself, wanting to see the result of his intentions.

He led her outside, hand in hand. "Crescent Plaza," he said nervously. They walked to the edge to peer down at the city. The white buildings of The Capital were bathed in light from the setting sun.

"Lalian?" She turned to meet his eyes. "What business do we have here?"

"Tending to past misdeeds." He slid his hand into his pocket, retrieving a small key. "I...nearly committed a vile act when I met you. So great was my rage that I wanted to see you dead before ever setting foot in your cell. W...what a...

catastrophic

mistake that would have been..."

Anthara cautiously watched as he touched her collar. It unlocked with a click. She felt it loosen before he dropped it to the ground. Wordlessly she touched her neck. No bars. No locks. No chains. For the first time in two years, nothing restricted her. She felt her wings flex involuntarily.

Lalian swallowed as she turned towards the edge, looking upon the city. "I've gained all the information my God Emperor requires of me. Your wing is healed. Maintaining your imprisonment is no longer...logical. Yet...if you remain...I must know it is through your own desire rather than mine."

What seemed like an eternity passed as she stared out, wings flexing as if preparing for flight.

"There is no other place in this world for a traitor. You know this." She studied the landscape, free of his leash. "Even still, I don't believe I'd...leave."

His heart quickened as he heard the softening of her tone. "T...then you'll...stay?"

She chuckled at his clear relief, turning to take his hands in hers. "So long as you've spoken no lies. If our people shall thrive under your master's rule, so be it. Let them name me a traitor if it means I may serve them better. That's a burden I may bear at the side of an equal."

Green eyes widened as his fingers trembled against hers. "An equal? Truly?"

"Oh, little Lalian...do you truly doubt yourself thus?" She moved to press her lips to his, savoring the moment. She could only chuckle when he began to stammer and blush.

Lalian fought to calm himself, only to press back in for a second clumsy kiss. He would have gone for a third yet restrained himself long enough to retrieve the second item from his pocket. He presented it with shaking hands, a medallion of gold. "I...if this is the path you've chosen, I must give you something. You see, after escaping my former mistresses, I kept my slave collar. For years I simply didn't think of it, letting it collect dust." He placed the medallion into her hand. "I had it melted down to make this. If you would...I had hoped you'd carry it with you. Join us to help our former people...yet remember what they took from me."

Anthara peered at the medallion, seeing a depiction of two severed wings. She traced her finger over its surface. "If they saw you now, they'd know their error."

He watched her clasp the medallion chain around her neck, letting it hang between her perky breasts. She pulled him closer, his hands fumbling as he dared to touch her hips. "If...if you've named me an equal...what am I to you?"

Never before had he seen her eyes soften to such an extent. "You're a clever man. Surely it must be obvious," she replied, only to chuckle when he hesitated. "Lalian, my life ended when I was captured. If I am to be granted a new one, I shall spend it at the side of a companion. Of someone I may love."

Lalian could feel each movement of his heart as it pounded in his chest, threatening to make him collapse. He nearly burst when she ran a hand down his torso, her fingers gently cupping between his legs. "Love?"

"Of course." She felt his manhood, allowing a smirk to flavor her soft expression. "It's a curious feeling to share for a male, yet you're truly no slave, Lalian. Show me you feel the same, and we shall wake in the morning as lovers."

He nearly whined at her touch, unbelieving his reality. To love another Lanthian? To have

anyone

love him at all? Every ounce of his courage was required before he pulled her into a tight embrace, tasting her lips once more. His hand found her rump, trembling as his fingers tightened their grip. He moved his mouth to her ear, falling to a whisper. "

This is...something grand. I...I want this...more than you could ever understand.

"

"Then let us seal it." She guided him close to the edge before pulling away, sitting on the stone barrier that separated them from a steep fall. With a welcoming smirk, lacking her Lanthian viciousness, she spread her thighs. He watched her lift her shawl just enough to reveal the treasure between her legs. "Come, Lalian. Our loins shall meet as equals."

"T...truly?" He stepped closer as doubts crept through his mind. Was this a cruel trick? Revenge for her imprisonment? Nothing but a new gentleness remained in her eyes as she beckoned him closer, and as he touched her smooth thighs, he felt his cock twitch.

"You may enter me," she commanded, pulling up his tunic. "Your little sword here doesn't seem like it can delay much longer. Hurry, else I'll be tempted to find another to seal our bond," she teased.

Lalian's breathing quickened, reaching down to guide his tip. He pressed against her labia, feeling himself tingle. "

I don't deserve this

," he thought as he pushed his hips forward, sliding inside for the first time. His lips parted, legs trembling as green slid into green. "Oh...

oohh

my..."

She chuckled as his tiny cock pressed as deep as it could reach, no challenge for her. Her arms moved to support her as she leaned back, allowing him to take his enjoyment. "Go ahead, little Lalian.

Pump

."

He eagerly obeyed, sliding in and out clumsily. Instinct flared to life within him, a Lanthian cock inside a Lanthian pussy. Nothing felt more natural, more correct. For a moment, he felt as though he had regrown his wings, able to fly away in mindless bliss.

Anthara pulled her shawl down to reveal her right breast, fondling herself. Her finger circled her nipple as it hardened before lightly rubbing it. "Do not rush. Take your enjoyment, and when you're ready, seal our bond by cumming inside.

Show me your love.

"

Lalian's fingers nearly dug into her thighs as he held on tightly, refraining from harming her. His cock pumped in and out, feeling as though it would burst. "I...I'm already...I might..."

"Go on. I permit you to cum," she chuckled, reaching up to cup his cheek. She felt his body trembling, knowing how close he was after a mere minute. "Make me yours, and you'll be mine."

He wanted to continue, to never stop. The mere fact that she was of his species proved to be too much, and he fulfilled what he had desired for so long. A whimpering moan escaped him as he pushed hard between her legs, staring into her green eyes as he finished. His legs shook, nearly failing him as euphoria seeped throughout his being. His castration somewhat muted his pleasure, however, easing after a few short seconds. His cheeks darkened as embarrassment filled him. "I...I'm sorry...I..."