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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15th of Thriduin, 16 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

Candles of a dark green glow flickered in the night, placed in a circle around Supreme Mother Vixin as she beckoned the two Lanthians to approach. Her nude body was an invitation, for clothing held no place in such a ritual.

Atop The Grand Pyramid on Crescent Plaza, Lalian held Anthara's hand softly as they approached the circle, seeing the small altar behind The Supreme Mother of The Sages. Together, they each took one of Vixin's hands. With no crowd but Salduin standing nearby to observe, Lalian could almost calm the darkening of his green cheeks, standing nude with the two women he trusted most.

"Lalian and Anthara," Vixin began, offering no titles to burden them. Tonight, they were merely two creatures in their natural state, no longer a Grand Imperial Architect and his assistant. "We've come tonight to seal your bond eternally. If you accept, the touch of my holy lips shall bless you as one."

Vixin allowed Anthara to kiss her first, closing her eyes to savor her exotic Lanthian taste. The touch of a beautiful woman coaxed a warmth between her legs, yet tonight wasn't for her enjoyment. When they parted, she smiled expectantly at Lalian, watching his blush deepen before he met her royal lips. He had designed much of the coming ritual, yet this particular act had been her idea. The God Emperor had already sent his approval to utilize the marriage ritual across The Empire, intending to create stronger bonds between citizens and encourage the formation of stable families. As for the kiss, she remembered his words long ago. '

Appearances.'

Generations of citizens would believe the mere lips of a Sage was a holy act.

"Now, demonstrate what you may offer your new mate before the eyes of The Creator," Vixin commanded, releasing their hands. She glanced to Salduin as the large man documented every word and act. The first marriage ritual would be preserved for all scholars of history, a framework for a tradition that would spread across The Empire.

Knowing what must come next, Lalian granted The Supreme Mother a nervous glance. When she offered a reassuring smile, he obeyed, lowering himself to the ground with Anthara. His mate eased onto her back in the middle of the circle, her skin a vivid shade as she was illuminated by the flickering green candlelight. Her legs spread wide, smirking, her loins eagerly awaiting their match.

Kneeling between her legs, Lalian's small manhood hung before him, a nervous little thing. Vixin came to his aid, her hand creeping down his body and she descended to his side. Her skilled fingers brushed against his cock, wrapping around gently as she began to stroke. Within moments he was prepared, as hard as his castrated erection could achieve.

Anthara's lips parted as Vixin's hand found its way between her spread thighs, caressing her green labia. The Lanthian nearly purred at the touch of another woman, already wet with anticipation.

The Supreme Mother guided Lalian's cock to touch his lover's lower lips. His manhood ached, nervous yet excited, knowing a single push would forever seal them as legal bondmates. The first act of a new tradition, in a new age, in an empire that would seize the world in its grasp. They stood at the forefront of history, two lovers becoming one.

A second felt like an eternity. Lalian inhaled a breath, and as he pushed forward, he moaned. Their loins slid together, sealing their bond forever.

Vixin smiled as the lovers came together. "By my authority, you are one," she said as she stood. She watched Lalian begin to thrust, moving her hand above them in the shape of a crescent moon as she spoke a prayer. "I bless you with the fertility of my holy womb, that your union shall produce a thriving bloodline. I bless your descendants, that they may enjoy the prosperity of our holy Vaid Empire."

Lalian felt a deep pleasure tingling through his manhood, even as the words struck his very core. They'd have

no

descendants, feeling the scar where his fertility had been cut away. Vixin must say the words, he knew, for they'd be documented by Salduin. Countless generations would speak them. Countless generations would believe their blessings were true. Here, however, they came as a lie.

Vixin watched as Anthara eyed her mate with obvious love, pulling him atop her and holding him close. His hips moved with an eager need, pumping his manhood in and out. The Supreme Mother concluded her blessings by moving to the small altar. There, atop the smooth stone, sat a Kintha needle.

She picked up the tool, once a Lanthian tattoo needle which was now repurposed like so many things for The Empire's own traditions. The once wooden handle had been replaced by one of black chimira steel. Its surface was carved with intricate symbols, for all Sages would be required to craft their own with patterns unique to them. Her royal hand wrapped around the handle, as thick as a sword's hilt.

Her favorite moment of the ritual had arrived. As she enjoyed the sight of the new couple's pleasure, she held the needle, pressing the black handle against her bare lower lips. She released a warm breath, feeling the tool's smooth surface as she rubbed against it. Already her juices coated the metal, more than ready as she began to slide the handle inside herself, as thick as an average lover. The end within her was rounded, forged into a replica of a cock's tip. The sharp needle protruded from the opposite end, pointed safely away.

She watched the couple making love at her feet, pleasuring herself as she pushed the tool in and out of her own tight embrace. She did her best to match Lalian's frantic pace, seeing Anthara's hands caressing her lover's back. Lalian held onto her as if she'd somehow vanish forever.

History would say the pleasure of a Sage held power. Tradition would require the holy vaginal juices of a Sage to bless the lovers' union further. More

appearances

. To Vixin, however, the act was something she took great enjoyment in, stepping further into debauchery. The world would know of her deed. Her act of masturbation would be sealed into history for all time. Countless Sages would be required to follow her example. She moaned loudly, taking

ample

satisfaction where embarrassment would've once overwhelmed her.

"

Cum inside me, little Lalian,

" Anthara whispered into his ear. "

This is

our

pleasure,

our

moment. Grant me your love.

"

Lalian moaned, humping like a desperate pet. Looking into her green eyes, he saw only affection. He wanted to make her moan with him. He wanted to make her scream in pleasure. His feeble thrusting did little to satiate the clear lust in her gaze, yet she offered no hint of disappointment at his lack of skill.

Anthara felt her lover's pace increase further, knowing he wouldn't last much longer. After only a short time, she heard the squeaking of his voice, pulling him tightly against her as he began to cum. She closed her eyes with a grin. Though her vagina pulsed with an unsatisfied ache, she felt a deep love radiating through her, kissing his neck.

They remained together as Vixin slowly pulled the tool from her soaking vagina. The Kintha needle's black handle dripped with her juices as she knelt, her cheeks blushing with pleasure. Anthara offered her left hand first, the other continuing to hold her lover against her. She grimaced as the needle met her skin, beginning to recreate the very symbol that had been etched upon her medallion. When she was finished, a tattoo of while ink sat in the center of her green palm.

Vixin took Lalian's left hand next, allowing him to remain atop his lover. The loins of the new bondmates remained interlocked as a proclamation of their love was permanently placed upon their skin. Vixin drew the symbol of severed wings within a circle upon his palm, identical to his mate's. All future bondmates would choice a unique symbol of their own, yet for the Lanthians lying before her, the choice had been clear.

Standing, Supreme Mother Vixin returned the needle to the altar before waving her hand above them once more in the same crescent moon symbol as before, her fingers wet with her own vaginal juices to offer a final blessing. "May your bond persist beyond this mortal life. May you watch your descendants thrive from the afterlife, together."

Slowly, Anthara slid her hand beneath her lover, feeling hints of pain from her new tattoo as she moved it atop her toned belly. Her lover had squirted inside her. She could feel it, a faint warmth that was hardly noticeable. The seed would not take. No child would be conceived tonight. As Vixin spoke of descendants, Anthara's grin couldn't help but dampen.

A Lanthian warrior needed to produce strong children. Lalian could give her none.

11th of Fixuin, 16 AVE.

Kingdom of Harin, Great City of Visti.

A hush lingered over the crowd as they watched the northern nobles kneel before the throne. The God Emperor waited, his silver eyes faintly glowing as he studied them. A gesture of his hand summoned the first.

Nafalya stood far to the side of the throne, at the end of a line of her father's advisors. Aside from eyes drawn to her beauty, she was of little consequence to the onlookers, for few had yet to remember the name of their ruler's unnoteworthy daughter; just the way she liked. She observed from the side, a silent watcher.

If anything, more looked to the opposite side of the throne where their conquered Princess Witla stood, now the Queen Regent for her new son. Nafalya was no less of a fool than any other. She saw her father's features upon the boy's face, a black-haired prince Witla had named Siril. Anyone could see the truth of his paternity, yet she doubted quite as many people could ever hope to guess what their new ruler had done behind closed doors. Yes, Nafalya could sense the spiritual bonds of her sisters' illegitimate children connecting to...

strange

places. Yes, Nafalya knew

much

indeed.

The first Lord offered obeisance to her father. His servants presented his offering. As promised, his gold was replaced with a hoard of white coins of equal value.

Nafalya studied the man, the ruler of Blini, a small city in Spirexia. He had been selected, she knew. Already a Truthseeker had infiltrated his court, one of many unfortunate nobles that would experience tragic accidents in the coming months. Men more favorable to her father would be granted their thrones, of course. She smiled with amusement, quietly identifying the many Truthseekers hidden in the crowd.

Next was the ruler of Kisrin. An extravagantly dressed man, his offering was a fraction of what he possessed, for his wealth was far too vast to present. Instead, it'd be slowly replaced over time.

Glancing over to see Cendra standing closest to their father, Nafalya couldn't help but conceal a smirk. Her sister had only just started appearing in public once more, standing with her hands meekly clasped together, swordless. It had been an amusing sight to see her humbled, yet now, as her sister was faced with the ruler of the city she had failed to conquer, Nafalya concealed an entertained grin behind her fingers as Cendra subtly lowered her head. Her elder sister would rise again or collapse entirely. Nafalya would watch with curiosity for either outcome.

No doubt her father would've preferred to replace the man, though Kisrin was too prominent. The death of such a Lord would cause far too many questions that couldn't be easily ignored like lesser Lords. Instead, Dominax allowed the man to bow at his feet. He had come as The Lord of Kisrin, and departed as The High Lord of The Kisrin District as the north was restructured to fit The God Emperor's design.

Clin and Irith were on the other side of the throne, yet Hesin had been placed next to Nafalya. She made a mental note of the attendees for today's ceremony, granting her master a knowing glance. Most nobles had already offered obeisance. Some had rushed to Visti. The cities that fell during the conquest had already been granted to Lords of Dominax's choosing, and thus weren't summoned to attend in person. Others, however, had yet to arrive. As today was the final day of such ceremonies, she knew Hesin held a scowl behind his mask.

Pinni and Harkrin were the most prominent of the missing Lords. As per her father's instructions, she wouldn't forget who shunned him. Absent vassals didn't bode well, yet she merely smirked with satisfaction as she completed the task he had entrusted to her. Such was another step to proving her value.

The nobles stepped back as Dominax rose to address the crowd. Nafalya noted their many faces, seeing a growing number of southern humans among them as populations were forcefully mixed and relocated over time. There'd be no homogeneous groups to offer resistance in the end. He had promised a unified empire of a single population. He'd ensure it was so.

"As all beings beneath my empire have been granted citizenship, each equally ensured the peace and stability provided in the south, so too shall the nobility prosper. Those who submit to my will may keep their lands and wealth," Dominax's booming voice echoed through the long chamber. "The divide between north and south is no more. There is only The Empire and its countless citizens. Those who would stand against such unity would see us plunged into the chaos of our past."

Nafalya heard the roars of approval, her silver eyes tracing over those who remained silent. His words had been repeated by several translators, a necessary compromise. Already her father had offered tax concessions to those who were fluent in the imperial tongue. The fact that tutors were in extreme demand came as no surprise.

"Long live The Empire!" many began to shout with fervor. Nafalya's eyes narrowed as she saw many others holding their tongues with displeasure.

18th of Silla, 16 AVE.

Kingdom of Harin, Great City of Visti.

The blade awaited her. It sat there upon the table, taunting and tempting. Cendra stood in silence, hands folded close to her chest.

Irith waited just outside the door connecting the princess's quarters to a large rooftop garden. She'd need a sword to train, yet hers seemed unreachable. It sat there, cold, untouched by her hand for over a year.

Reaching out, she nearly brushed the hilt, sensing the power radiating within the blade. When her hand began to tremble, she pulled back with a sneer of disgust at herself. She paced about the room, calming the rage poisoning her insides before trying again. Once more she remembered her burning fleet as her fingers fell within an inch of the hilt, taking an unsteady step back.

The hatred of her own inaction would've consumed her were it not for the memory of Irith's words. "

This weakness shall pass

." How simple they sounded, a mere sample of what she'd taught Cendra this past year. Irith's tone had stuck in her memory, as if stating an inarguable fact, yet still the sword remained elusive.

"

Mind your rage. A princess is of little use if anger controls her steps,"

Cendra reminded herself, thinking of Irith once more. She inhaled deeply, gathering her fury at such frustrating weakness before allowing it to slowly dissipate as she exhaled. For once, the mental exercise was successful.

Cendra waited until her trembling ceased before opening the door. Empty handed again. Outside, two legionaries stood guard for their princess. They met her with a bow as she eyed her stepmother, who was kneeling beside Arinax as the boy studied the rows of flowers lining the garden.

"I would be honored if you'd accept my blade," one of the men stated. He eyed her empty hand, all too familiar with her failure. The second guard mirrored the first as they both presented their swords. "The honor should be mine, princess," the other replied.

As always, she accepted the blade of the smaller man for the day's training. If she wasn't worthy of her own weapon, why did she deserve to wield the better man's blade?

Irith kissed Arinax's cheek before rising to face the younger woman, dismissing the guards with a wave. Her blue eyes found the plain sword before her with gentle disappointment. "Well? Let's get started. The day is only so long."

The garden rang with the clashing of blades. Back and forth they moved with careful steps. Nearby, Arinax touched each flower with a wide grin, oblivious to the duel. The north held such wonders for the young prince, yet the princess was lost within her own thoughts.

"You're distracted, just like yesterday," Irith said, her accent as smooth as the breeze lapping at the silky fabric beneath their training armor. "I know what you're capable of, Cendra. If I can survive your attacks for a mere moment, I know you're not here. Not entirely."

Cendra glared, swinging her sword quickly, yet each strike was redirected by the more experienced woman. For a moment she wanted to leap over her combatant's head and cut her down from behind, yet her legs shook at the thought. What if she tripped?

"An ordinary woman cannot match the skill of a Vaid. Come, sweet girl. Stop holding back." Irith moved with precision.

Her royal hands felt loose, hardly holding her blade. To squeeze would be to commit to the duel. To commit would risk failure. She gritted her teeth, fighting only hard enough to keep Irith on the defensive.

"How can you fight while you're burdened? Child, tell me what's on your mind," Irith commanded in a motherly voice, somehow both gentle and firm.

Cendra dodged a strike. "Father says we may remain in the north for another year. Possibly two."

"Your father is a busy man. There are enemies in every shadow here, and he won't leave until they're pacified." Irith redirected Cendra's blade. "I can't help but think that staying in Harin isn't what worries you. It seems that returning to Domani will be a great deal harder."

"Oh?" Cendra tried to smirk, yet it fell from her lips as her armor was nearly struck by her opponent. "I'd be more than happy to rid myself of this vile place."

"Even when a certain someone awaits our arrival at home?" Irith saw the flash of emotion in her stepdaughter's silver eyes, utilizing her distraction to ring her sword against the younger woman's chest plate. "You'll never be whole until you stop blaming your sister for deeds she didn't commit."

Cendra winced, more from a surge of emotion than the impact. She swung her sword hard, missing. "If I have to hear both you and Clin plead for Vixin's defense..."

Irith pushed forward, using Cendra's unbalance to send her toppling backward. "Your father argues for a united House, sisters at each other's side. Though I'd love nothing more, I won't push that far, for now. Merely know that so long as you cling to your hatred, I can't help you achieve the happiness you begged me for. Not truly." Standing over the princess, she reached out a hand. Cendra hesitated before accepting it. "Mourn your mother, sweet girl. I never knew her, yet I mourn her for your father's sake all the same. Grieve, yet don't mistake pain for anger."