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.

***

2nd of Fonic, 17 AVE.

Kingdom of Harin, Great City of Visti.

"I'd prefer to know where you're taking me," Cendra said in annoyance as she walked at Irith's side. Legionaries cleared the street ahead for their protection, yet still she caught glimpses of onlookers peeking at her through the wall of guards. Some hurried to bow. Others glared. She retreated from their judgment behind her cloak. "The garden was more than adequate for our duels."

Her stepmother chuckled softly as they passed the many blue buildings of Visti. "We've dueled enough. I think today's training shall aid you far more than a mere clashing of swords." She stopped outside the doors to a walled courtyard, its azure perimeter glimmering in the sun like a frozen waterfall. When Cendra hesitated at the entrance, Irith placed a motherly hand on her shoulder. "Trust me, child."

Despite her misgivings, the princess straightened before following her inside, hearing a familiar voice faintly echo over the wall. A flat landscape of sand awaited her within the square courtyard, its walls holding organized racks of weapons beneath canopies. Clearly a training arena, she felt her breath seize in her throat as she was met with rows of waiting Privictis recruits. They looked to her, and as Clin paused whatever speech he was delivering in his calm voice, she met the eyes of her mate.

"She arrives. Well, you all know what to do," Clin said with a smile. He waited for them to bow before crossing over to her, granting her cheek a kiss. "I'm pleased to see Irith convinced you to come, my love. If you're starting to leave the castle now..." he chuckled. "That's quite a large step. We'll proceed slowly today, yet there is much you may teach them."

Cendra looked at Irith in surprise. "Teach? No,

certainly

not. I've heard nothing of this."

"I apologize, child. Lord Clin and I have spoken much about your recovery. We both believe you're ready to-" Irith's words were cut off by Cendra's panic.

"Then you speak of me like a wounded animal, granting me obligations without my approval?" Cendra ignored the kneeling crowd, feeling a hint of fear at the prospect of facing them. What could they possibly learn from a failed princess? "I had no say in this. Return me to my quarters."

Clin looked to the nearest member of the Privictis Order as if seeking assistance. The young woman stood gracefully, her dark brown hair fluttering gently in the breeze. Even she was known to the princess, her father's favorite of her mate's new Order. Clin had been forced to take her as his pseudo second in command, this

Hazia

.

"Your majesty, these are fresh recruits summoned from across The Empire. They've only just arrived and pledged themselves, hardly able to conjure so much as a flicker of power," Hazia explained before gesturing to another kneeling girl. "Isn't that right, recruit Izria?"

The girl froze, only able to address the princess with lowered eyes. "She speaks the truth, your majesty. I may summon a flame hardly more than that of a candle, yet anything more proves...difficult."

Cendra's anger seemed to dampen as she studied the girl in surprise. "The flame of a candle? That's all?" Finally, her silver eyes granted the crowd her attention. "Is this true for the rest of you?"

Many nodded as Hazia grinned. "We'd all be honored to witness a demonstration of your power, your majesty."

She hesitated, meeting the faces of each expectant observer. They watched eagerly, allowing her to sense their excitement. The urge to flee slowly lessened until she finally held her hands outstretched, focusing. Flames erupted in her palms like fiery vortexes, raging wildly. The recruits momentarily forgot themselves, crying out in amazement.

"Magnificent!" Hazia exclaimed in genuine awe. Clin nearly commanded them back into their orderly kneeling positions, yet stopped when he saw the faintest hint of a smile upon Cendra's lips. Instead. He allowed them a moment of freedom as they all broke into loud conversations brimming with wonder.

Irith stepped closer as Cendra lowered her hands. "The first recruits of this Order received basic guidance from your father on how to coax forth their power, yet much of his focus was rightfully saved for the war. This group would benefit greatly from studying beneath an imperial princess directly. If you have the time, that is."

Cendra watched them laugh with excitement to themselves. They stopped when they heard her voice. "I must correct what your companion said earlier." She gestured to the one they called Izria. "You do not merely summon your power. You

manifest

it, for it's an extension of your own soul. Children of The God Emperor should understand the basics of their blood."

"Their faults are my own, for my knowledge is limited," Clin said with a knowing smile. "We'll meet here every morning. Should you choose to attend, we'll welcome you with open arms."

A nervous tingle ran through her, yet Cendra couldn't help but allow a small smirk to creep onto her pretty face. "Your task ahead shall be quite burdensome if they know so little. I suppose...it wouldn't be too much of an obligation to attend one or two training sessions."

***

When the sun dipped below the horizon, Irith found herself walking with a satisfied smile as she returned to Visti Castle. Her hips swayed with smooth motions as she passed the many guards, pleased with herself. Finally, she had found something that seemed to pull Cendra from her despair. There was much to do, yet Irith wouldn't fail her mate's firstborn. Now, she'd tend to another of their children.

Memories of the previous night trickled through her head as she gracefully climbed the many steps winding through the opulent blue structure. She savored the image of Nafalya's gorgeous form, remembering her smell, her

taste

. A dampness grew between her smooth thighs as she walked, knowing what awaited her daughter this night.

Only the thought of Arinax diminished her cravings. Tonight, she'd seal her familial bond with Dominax and their daughter. A wonderful occasion was within her reach, yet still she couldn't forget her son's fear. If his father continued to insist upon his cruel training...

A storm approached in the distance, yet tonight, she'd enjoy the calm. She hid her concerned frown as she reached the doors to the royal bedchambers, dismissing the guards for the night. None could be within earshot.

Pushing open the doors, she stepped into the dark room. She considered how best to prepare the chamber, moving to light several candles scattered about the room. When she felt a hand lightly touch her shoulder, she spun around in surprise, readying to defend herself.

"Nafalya?" she muttered in shock, seeing her daughter step from the shadows. "Where did you..."

"I saw no reason to wait until I'm summoned like a servant. If I'm to become a woman tonight, I like to be prepared." The princess clasped her hands behind her back with a smirk, standing as if waiting for approval. Candlelight caressed her soft skin, bare aside from a tiny black loincloth. When she found her mother eying the revealing garment, Nafalya shrugged. "An appropriate outfit for tonight, no? The Sage from which I

borrowed

it shall simply have to find a spare or conduct her duties while naked tomorrow. Something tells me she won't mind either way."

"What of the guards? If they saw you come here wearing only that, we..." Irith's words ceased as she saw her daughter's disappointed frown. A glance at a nearby open window she hadn't noticed calmed her misgivings. She took a breath, allowing a tingle of excitement to replace her worries. "Our little secret then. Your father shall arrive soon. If you hold any doubt, tell me now, and we shall stop this."

Once more Nafalya smirked. "Doubt? How you underestimate me, mother." She stepped closer. "As you said last night,

blood seeks blood

. I'll leave only after I receive what I seek."

Pride burned in Irith's chest, cupping her daughter's pretty cheek. She leaned closer, pressing her lips to hers. Never did she want to forget her sweet taste, an echo of Dominax and herself.

Unable to contain her temptation, she touched her daughter's wide hips, pulling her closer. Nafalya offered no resistance, mirroring her mother. When their lips finally parted, the princess whispered into her ear. "

He approaches.

"

Confirming her words, the click of a lock echoed a moment later. The doors began to open, revealing The God Emperor. He stepped inside, his crown towering atop his head. His silver eyes glowed in the flickering light, falling upon his prey.

Nafalya straightened, meeting his curious smirk with one of her own. She turned to face him fully, once more clasping her hands as she subtly pushed out her bare chest. Her moment had arrived.

"My love," Irith welcomed him, walking over to kiss his cheek as he removed his crown. She met him with knowing eyes, both having long awaited this moment. "Your daughter awaits. We're all in...

agreement

of what's to come."

He granted Irith his crown, slowly approaching Nafalya as he began to unclasp his armor. "So we are. I was very pleased to learn you accepted my proposal, child."

"A dynasty must stand united, father," she replied, daring to meet his piercing gaze. A tingle ran through her as she stood beneath his judgment, seeing his obvious approval. When his fingers touched her skin, she allowed her lips to lightly part with desire.

"Well said. There is much I have planned for you." He cupped her exposed breasts softly, feeling their perky shape for the first time. Assessing their healthy weight, he grinned insidiously. "I've watched over your progress with great interest for quite a while now. You've grown into a young woman of many talents."

Her silver eyes fluttered as his thumbs caressed her nipples, already firm with arousal. "Talents I'd see used in your service. You may find that I'm more useful than my sisters. Oh, I love them both as you do, yet some deeds are better left in hands more

...discreet.

"

Her words were a risk, and they brought a disapproving expression to his gaze. "You'll have opportunities to prove yourself, though don't overstep." His frown eased when he saw she had accepted his words easily. As Irith removed the last of his armor, Dominax caressed his daughter's chin. "Tonight, you'll join a bond your elder sisters have already shared in. You know why we're here. You know the consequences of our deeds tonight. You cannot undo what's to come."

Nafalya pursed her lips, missing his touch the moment his hands moved from her breasts. As they slid down her sides, holding her feminine hips, she met him with deadly eyes. "Tonight is a gift no superior being would wish to undo. I'm ready, father."

Pleased, he stepped back, allowing Irith to take their daughter's hand. He offered no further warnings. He commanded no discretion. Nafalya required no lesson in secrecy. She noted her father's trust in her, feeling herself moistening between her legs.

Irith led her to the bed, granting her a final kiss. "I'll be with you throughout the night, my sweet girl. You shall never be alone in this."

Nafalya watched her undress, caring little for her words. Where was the harm in solitude? She studied the older woman's body with curiosity, for though her mother had always displayed much of her form, she now stood

entirely

bare for her inspection. She smirked, more than aware of why her father had bred her mother.

Mounting the bed, Irith sat against the headboard, crossing her legs. She offered a summoning hand. "Come, child." She waited as Nafalya joined her, guiding her to lie down before her. She placed her daughter's head in her lap, smiling seductively to her mate. "It's time, my love."

Agreeing, Dominax removed his one-suit before joining his girls. He chuckled, watching Nafalya's eyes linger upon his swaying manhood with interest. He knelt between her spread legs, seeing the loincloth draped over her most intimate area.

He sensed her burning desire, seeing her chest rising and falling with breaths of anticipation. When he touched her thigh, his fingertips tingled at the feeling of her ultra soft skin. The loincloth lay before him, a final barrier between father and daughter. His advanced nose could smell her aroused scent as his finger dragged up her thigh, stopping only when it touched the thin edge of the fabric.

The loincloth clung to her, already wet with her juices as she awaited her father's touch. Little remained concealed beneath the thin black fabric, hardening his manhood as his finger slid beneath its edge. Slowly, he pulled the loincloth away, revealing his virgin prize. Before him waited a flawless vagina, its delicate pink labia wet and ready.

A deep hunger seized him, running a finger softly over her pretty lower folds. His manhood hardened painfully, eager to enter his own offspring. "

Perfection."

Irith bit her lip, melting with anticipation. She reached down to untie the loincloth's strings, discarding it to the floor. She caressed her naked daughter, sliding her hand to hold Nafalya's breast. "Our girl is waiting, my love. Make her a

woman

."

Running his hand over Nafalya's flat belly, he grinned insidiously. A gorgeous female was at his mercy, fertile and sexually ripe. Every inch of her called out to him, his

daughter's

body begging to breed. "Our moment arrives. Shall you claim it?"

She allowed him to sense her ambition, feeling her soul drawn to its maker. "

Yes, father. I'm yours.

"

Satisfied, he pressed the tip of his erection to her lower lips, feeling his daughter's juices upon his cock. No longer could he delay. No longer could he savor the moment without falling into madness. He met her eyes, silver gazing into silver as he pushed forward.

Irith moved to take Nafalya's hands in hers, feeling her daughter squeezing tightly as she cried out. Looking down, the girl's head in her lap, she watched the face of her child fill with pleasure. As Nafalya became a woman, Irith gasped, feeling a consuming love flowing through her at the sight.

Dominax groaned as he slid inside, feeling euphoria erupting up his manhood.

Never

could he forget the sensation of entering one of his own daughters, more than pleased to learn that Nafalya's loins matched the exquisite feeling of her sisters. His cock felt as though he were penetrating a goddess, her tight embrace more intense than any ordinary woman.

She was of his divine blood.

Nafalya squeezed her mother's hands, suddenly grateful for her presence as her virginity was torn away. Where other women would scream, she merely moaned, her pain easily overcome by her pleasure as her untouched tunnel was stretched by his thick girth. When his tip pressed hard against her cervix, she threw her head back in her mother's lap, gasping as her incestuous instincts threatened to overcome her.

Never was a father's cock intended to slide so deeply into his daughter's vagina, yet Dominax held her hips tightly. Most beings would call their act an abomination. Most beings were

fools

. His fingers nearly dug into her smooth skin, enthralled by their utterly taboo deed.

She was his.

"My love..." Irith muttered, her accented voice nearly shaking. She could almost moan merely from seeing her mate buried so

deep

inside their daughter, squeezing Nafalya's hands tighter. For a single moment, only the three of them existed, together, a

true family

. "Thank you..."

No longer could he resist. Holding onto her smooth thighs, he began to buck his hips, beginning gently. He knew she could endure. He sensed her deep craving, knowing she needed more. Her virgin pussy had experienced a new pleasure, and it wouldn't be satisfied until she oozed with his seed.

Long had Nafalya trained to conceal her emotions and feelings from the senses of her siblings. Now, she displayed her pleasure openly, her soul begging her father to mate with her. The pain diminished further with every thrust, her legs spreading wider apart. She wanted more.

Irith felt Nafalya move each time Dominax pushed inside. Gradually, her grip eased as her body adapted to his intrusion, loosening until Irith released her hands. She began to caress her daughter's pretty face lovingly, obsessing over each flicker of emotion she saw. "Good girl. I have you safely in my arms, Nafalya. It feels...

wonderful

, does it not?"

Nafalya tried to chuckle through her enjoyment. Finally, she possessed her father's full attention. This night would be their shared secret, the beginning of a deeper mutual trust. There could be no resistance between them. She allowed her moans to escape freely, a louder expression of her thoughts than she had ever cared to display. She loved his cock.

That

would be another of their secrets.

"Look at her, my love. Look at the beautiful girl we created together. Her body is ours..." Irith said, tracing her finger over Nafalya's parted lips as she moaned. "She holds our blood, our lineage.

Make her cum

."

The depravity of his mate made Dominax's jaw tighten in lust, his cock tingling. For too long he had gone without the intimacy of either Cendra or Vixin. As he pushed into the vagina of his thirdborn daughter, feeling her divine tightness, he knew no ordinary woman could ever hope to compare. The intensely stimulating texture of her loins was inhuman, exquisite, delectable. Her body had been created to

breed

. "She is...

ahh

...a worthy legacy for my Concubine Empress."

Nafalya squirmed, feeling her body clenching as her pleasure built. She remembered her first true orgasm, its symptoms still new to her. She felt them once more, growing as a strange pressure gathered within her. Every thrust was a feeling she had never before experienced, her virgin body aching for more.

Irith watched her daughter's eyes, taking her hands again. "Yes, sweet girl.

Cum

. Let your daddy satisfy you, for no other feeling in your life may compare.

Cum

."

Nafalya's royal loins tingled, for her father seemed to know exactly how to please her. Countless women had fallen to his cock. Now, she was one of his girls, his lover. The sensation continued to build, her feminine form clenching until...

Irith felt her hands squeeze tightly, watching her daughter's back arch as she orgasmed,

hard

. The girl she had raised to adulthood screamed in her lap, her eyes rolling back. Irith gasped, feeling a powerful motherly love overtake her at such a beautiful sight.

With her breath seized in her throat, Nafalya felt as though a burning white explosion was ripping through her, a feeling more intense than she had ever endured. Her vagina squeezed around her father's cock, his movements only prolonging her climax. When she finally broke from her pleasure, she gasped for breath, peering up at her mother with wide eyes.