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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33rd of Twic, 15 AVE.

Kingdom of Harin, Bolir's Farm.

Hesin watched from behind his mask as his Truthseekers finished their preparations. Supplies were packed. Their blades had been cleaned. Most importantly, they wore the uniforms of Siril's army, taken from corpses that were pulled from the river. He chuckled quietly, for perhaps Cendra's doomed fleet hadn't fallen for nothing.

He didn't hear the silent footsteps of Dominax approaching from behind, accompanied by Princess Nafalya. Concealing his surprise was a simple thing behind his mask, feeling a powerful hand grip his shoulder.

"We've come to see you off," Dominax said as he stood at his advisor's side. "I suspect we'll meet again only if we are triumphant. Remember the signal, and Siril's army shall bleed."

"We'll be there," Hesin replied. He couldn't help but feel amused at The God Emperor's plan. He'd lead his Truthseekers into the forest, a mile away from the farm to ensure they weren't encountered. When the time came, they'd strike Siril's men from behind, blending in to ensure chaos spread quickly. They were few, the army was many, yet any advantage was critical.

Nafalya clasped her hands behind her back, tilting her head playfully. "The Truthseekers need my blade, father. Wouldn't you agree, Grand Master Hesin?"

Dominax's expression offered no debate. "My daughter returns, and another seeks to hurl herself into danger. No. You'll remain exactly where I desire; away from battle."

Nafalya merely shrugged in mock disappointment. "So be it. You're on your own, master. I do hope you'll return." She smirked as the Truthseekers gathered behind Hesin. "I suppose this is goodbye."

"For now. Until I return, I require a favor." He reached up to touch his face. Though he already felt naked without his hood, wearing a uniform to match his companions, the worst was yet to come. Slowly, as if removing his own skin, he pulled off his mask to reveal his scarred face. "This is yours until I return. Don't lose it."

Nafalya accepted the mask with glee, as if holding a priceless artifact. Hesin granted the pair a nod, and after gesturing a silent command to his Truthseekers, he set off.

Nafalya watched him depart, walking across the northeast field towards the trees. Only when he was out of sight did she sense her mother.

Irith's hips swayed as she made her way towards them, smiling at her daughter, yet straightening when Dominax faced her. "My love, we must speak. I've received word that you intend to grant me your best warriors."

Dominax nodded coldly. "They shall ensure your safety during the battle."

"It would be wiser to place them at your side, where the fighting shall be heaviest," Irith replied carefully, allowing only as much firmness into her smooth tone as she could get away with. "I do not need to be protected like a child."

The God Emperor's lips tightened in annoyance. "You'll find there is no compromise here. You've been permitted to fight only because your skill and experience is of sufficient value. Leaving you with fewer guards would be against my better judgment, and as I said before, that shall

never

occur again. I'll endure no further losses."

She opened her mouth in defiance, though something in his eyes made her stop. She hesitated, calming her frustration until she nodded. "If that is your wish." She began to walk away, stopped, and turned back to grant him a kiss. He didn't resist. "I merely want you to remain safe," she said, then turned to Nafalya. "Come, child. I'll need your help looking after the twins while I finish preparations."

The princess looked to her father. Dominax nodded, and he watched them walk away.

34th of Twic, 15 AVE.

Kingdom of Harin, Bolir's Farm.

"State your names. State your ranks. I'll know the full extent of you two before you may fight at my side," Dominax commanded as he stood before the two kneeling men.

The final nightfall before Siril's arrival had plunged the land into a quiet darkness, as if the world itself held its breath. The room glowed with the light of hundreds of candles to ensure the maps remained illuminated. A small chamber, luxurious cushions and pillows that had been brought from The Capital lined the walls.

"Your holiness, I am Recruit Gravis of The Privictis Order," the first young man said proudly when permitted to speak. "It would be an honor to serve at your side."

The God Emperor studied him, giving no sign of his satisfaction. With black hair trimmed short, he possessed a build similar to Dominax's own. "So it is."

The next man hesitated after a gesture from his ruler, unable to meet his eyes. A slim man, slightly younger than the first, he kept his long brown hair tied loosely at the back. "I am Recruit Zovix, your holiness. Of The Privictis Order. Your will is my own."

"My will may be your death. Be certain of that vow," Dominax replied coldly. They'd be sufficient for his aims, he sensed, for what truly piqued his interest was entirely internal. "Rise. Accept your fate or leave us. I'll tolerate no cowards in this matter."

The men rose, both wearing the white tunics and cloaks of Privictis recruits. They matched the fourth and final person in the chamber, for Hazia stood beside The God Emperor with a gloating smirk. She held her pregnant belly as it lightly stretched the thin fabric.

When they didn't flee, Dominax permitted them to join him at the table. Placed to the side of the small room, maps upon maps had been laid out across its surface, rearranged, rewritten, and marked with countless corrections. They all depicted the landscape of the surrounding area, presenting preparations for the coming battle. "You've been selected. The blood within your veins is stronger than most. Moreover, you've demonstrated a keen ability to bring forth your powers during your training. Hazia has my ear, and she has named you both. Do not disappoint."

Although she remained a mere recruit, as were they all, it was clear to all members of The Privictis Order that Hazia had been blessed with The God Emperor's favor. Even now, as Dominax's hand rested upon her shoulder, the message was clear. They were not equals here.

Dominax gestured to the largest map, for it depicted the two long trenches that had been dug in the southeast field. Placed in a wide V-shape that would funnel the opposing army, the farmhands and the lesser skilled of the legion had labored day and night until they were completed. The more valuable and well-equipped legionaries had been kept rested and prepared for the coming battle. Dominax planted a finger where the two trenches nearly met. There, a strip of land remained untouched between the trenches. "Your place shall be there, at my side. The enemy shall be faced with a bottleneck, and we'll be what awaits them."

"The strongest of our brothers and sisters shall be placed nearby where they may burn any who approach," Hazia added after a nod from Dominax. "Yet in the front at his holiness's side you shall face a greater danger than any other."

Dominax watched them, these illegitimate sons of his. Gravis's jaw tightened as he nodded, accepting the risk. Zovix took a deep breath. Hardly could Dominax remember their mothers, two pretty bodies among thousands. Even still, the decision to utilize the new Privictis recruits hadn't been frivolous. Oh, Clin had given voice to his misgivings the moment he had learned of Dominax's intentions, yet even he had agreed that they'd require every advantage over Siril's approaching army to see victory.

"It shall be an honor to fight and die at your side, your holiness," Gravis replied firmly. Zovix merely nodded. Neither would flee.

Satisfied, Dominax whispered into Hazia's ear before she left the room. His silver eyes narrowed. "So be it. There is a final requirement." He leaned forward, pausing to sense their anticipation. "Your blood is my own. You know your source, yet you've been blessed with stronger abilities than many of my offspring. Call it chance. Your mothers were more compatible with my seed than others. Had I been able to sense such things in those days, I would have bred them with additional children."

Gravis quietly cleared his throat. Zovix blushed.

"Valuable beings such as yourselves cannot be wasted. The danger you shall face tomorrow threatens to spill blood that I'd see utilized further," he explained. His deep voice boomed a command, causing Hazia to open the door a moment later. She strode inside, leading three young women into the small room. "Gaze upon my solution."

The girls moved into position. Two stood in the center while Hazia and the third took their places at their ruler's side. Dressed in little more than finely detailed loincloths, they had been decorated with golden arm and ankle bands, accompanied by a golden necklace that was unique to each of them. They stood on display as if they were alluring statues.

Dominax chuckled, for the young men appeared unable to pull their eyes from them. "Beauty runs through the lands of my empire. Thus, beauty serves us in this. You've been permitted the honor of risking your lives, though the potential of your blood cannot be wasted. I'd see it passed to the next generation before it's lost forever."

Gravis managed to look up from the exposed breasts before him. "Your holiness, you don't mean to say..."

"These wombs are yours for tonight. Utilize them. Ensure The Empire may benefit from the existence of your offspring," Dominax explained, his words deep and smooth. He placed his hand upon Hazia's belly. "The duty of siring new citizens falls to all beings beneath my throne, though for none is that duty more vital than for beings of worth. Your sister has bred. You will follow Recruit Hazia's example."

"This one is yours, Gravis," Hazia gestured to the female on the left, a brunette with several black strands at the front. She then nodded to the right, a girl with wavy black hair cut short. "And yours, Zovix." The pair of girls approached, their hips swaying.

They moved with a seduction that had been carefully trained, running their hands over their intended breeders. Zovix stood still as he was caressed, while Gravis grinned and held his mate's waist.

"Both have been carefully chosen to serve my designs. I've sensed their compatibility with you both," Dominax stated as the third young woman pressed herself to his side, touching his chestplate. She was the tallest of the trio, a lightly tanned beauty with childbearing hips and silky black hair to match his own. "The children you sire this night hold the potential of great power. Do not failed me."

The young women began to undress their male companions, removing the cloaks of the two recruits. Gravis offered no resistance, all too happy to feel her touch. "If I fail in this, I hope you'll cut me down yourself, your holiness," he said with a grin, sliding his hand to cup the girl's flawless rump.

Pleased with the boy's eagerness, Dominax felt his arousal growing while touching Hazia's belly. It was far too premature to allow anyone to know she carried his baby. After all, would Gravis still be so eager if he knew the truth of who these women were?

Zovix shivered at his mate's touch, allowing her to rub his groin beneath his thin clothing. Slowly, the women removed the recruits' tunics until nothing but skin was on display.

Hazia touched her mouth, suppressing a smile of amusement. Despite Gravis's toned body, his manhood appeared shorter than an average man could hope for. To her surprise, however, Zovix had inherited a cock nearly identical to The God Emperor's, both in size and appearance. It hung like a weapon upon his skinny frame, leaving no doubt of his paternity. "Congratulations are in order for one of you, it seems."

Zovix's cheeks reddened under her observation, keenly aware of their shared kin.

"Your role in this has ended," Dominax said in a low voice to Hazia. Now was not the time to risk revealing their incestuous nature, and thus, he sent the recruit away. She departed, sharing a knowing look with him. She knew all too well who these young women were, delighting in the secret.

The women caressed their mates, readying them as their manhoods hardened. Only a slight hesitation remained to them, bare and aroused in the presence of their ruler. All knew he had sired them, of course, yet southern human fathers had never been overly shy about mating at the side of their sons. As Dominax's armor and one-suit were removed, he stood proudly, joining them in nudity. "Tomorrow you shall fight as brothers. Tonight, you shall breed as brothers. Enjoy, for it may be your last."

More than eager, Gravis fondled his mate's breasts as he kissed her, tasting her pretty lips. His hands wasted no time, fingers circling her nipples. Zovix watched as if seeking guidance, yet his mate was more than prepared to provide it. She took his hands, moving them to glide down her toned belly until they found a wetness between her warm thighs. He shuddered, releasing a breath.

Dominax chuckled, turning his attention towards his own. She kissed his neck, her hand gliding up and down his cock as she prepared him. Her thighs rubbed together as she pressed close, her breath hot against his skin. He took her hands, guiding her to the many cushions lining the walls. As he sat down, he allowed her to straddle him, pressing his cock against her belly.

Gravis followed his lead, receiving a giggle as he pushed his mate onto her back upon a flat cushion. Kneeling, he opened her legs, seeing the perfection she hid between them.

The sight of Gravis caressing her lower lips intrigued Dominax, pushing his tip against his own lover's labia. The taboo nature of the act drove his arousal, for after all, these gorgeous creatures were his offspring. His children, his daughters, they were birthed by some of his earliest slaves. Though they were now pleasure slaves themselves, they'd serve a greater purpose, unaware of their paternity.

Zovix remained standing as his girl slid to her knees, gently kissing the side of his thick shaft. She ran her tongue along his length, unaware she was tasting the cock of her sibling.

A deep groan of satisfaction eased from Dominax's lips as he guided his lover to lower herself, sliding his manhood into her soaking tightness. She moaned, not knowing the cock that glided into her deepest depths was that of her biological father. He grinned insidiously. His illegitimate sons would sire pure and powerful children, unaware their mates shared their blood. He could revel in the utterly taboo display before him, a glorious act that only he and Hazia knew the depths of.

Across the small room a woman giggled, for Gravis ran his tongue hungerly up her body until it found a nipple. He licked the hard bud, obsessing over her gorgeous form before straightening up. She moaned as he began to rub his erection against her waiting lower lips, his ample experience clear. It came as no surprise, for he had evidently inherited Dominax's libido.

The God Emperor grinned insidiously as his lover rocked her hips in his lap, for he watched as Gravis slid his cock into his mate, entirely unaware they were committing incest.

Zovix gritted his teeth as the kneeling slave took his massive shaft into her mouth, nearly gagging. He dared to hold her head, uncertain what he should be doing, yet enjoying himself all the same.

Bouncing up and down atop Dominax's lap, the girl smiled seductively when he reached up to touch her necklace. A gift from The God Emperor, the light of hundreds of candles glittered off its surface. It hung between two firm breasts, their large size jiggling with each movement. He moved to cup them, feeling their round size while knowing his pure child would suckle from them.

When Zovix could endure no more of her skillful tongue, the slave pulled away and guided him to sit. Gently, she forced his hands onto her hips, straddling his lap. "Master, with a manhood this large, surely this is not your first."

The young man nodded with hesitation. "First, and perhaps last."

Pursing her lips, she shook her head. "A shame. If tomorrow brings your death, tonight I'll give you a son with a cock as large as his daddy's, my brave boy."

Watching her slide down carefully to accept his massive virgin cock from across the room, Dominax chuckled. They were all of similar ages, around a year after reaching maturity. She could hold control over Zovix here, yet Dominax sensed his hidden courage. He wouldn't fail his ruler upon the battlefield.

"Moan for me," Gravis commanded, thrusting hard and fast. His skill appeared to make up for the shortcoming of his cock, making her writhe in pleasure beneath him. "If this is the last pussy I shall have, I'm going to make it squirt!"

She obeyed, head falling back as her eyes fluttered. "Take me!

Ooohhh

...yes!"

Zovix failed to hold in a groan. His lover moved her hips slowly, pushing his cock deep inside of her snug tunnel. The pleasure bursting through his loins was plain to see across his face.

"You feel...this feels..." Gravis moaned before closing his eyes, savoring the inhuman ecstasy of the slave's vagina. "I've never felt...anything like this..."

Once more Dominax chuckled, running his fingers through his lover's soft hair. Aside from the exquisite texture within his female offspring's loins, the young man's pleasure was no surprise. Whether he knew it or not, his instincts were coming to life. Sibling calling out to sibling, a brother's cock craving the womb of his secret sister. Their lovemaking was pure, natural, and their bodies were rewarding them despite their knowledge.

The God Emperor watched his lover moan, seeing the details of her beautiful face. The fact of their shared blood was easy to see, for traces of his features echoed throughout each of them. The young men were not seeking such details, and thus they went unnoticed. After all, neither would have suspected their ruler would deceive them into committing such a taboo act.

Though the display of incest aroused him nearly as deeply as the feeling of his lover's tight vagina, she could not be forgotten. Every plunge into her seductive body sent excruciatingly intense tingles of pleasure erupting throughout his cock. Every inch of her pussy massaged and caressed him like a goddess.

The slave atop Zovix arched her back alluringly, running her fingers up her body. Her intoxicating show forced him to moan, his cock twitching inside her.

"What a reward you've been granted. The God Emperor has permitted you to get me pregnant," the slave teased, brushing her fingers over her perky breasts. "Are you going to earn it, my brave boy? Are you going to fight to defend our future child?"