Vaid Empire: Conquest

Vaid Empire: Conquestis a massive fantasy series that aims to mixeroticawith 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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42nd of Twic, 20 AVE.

Kingdom of Vaidrin, Crosia.

The end of the Arkos Kingdoms began the moment The God Emperor stepped onto the deck of Crosia's harbor. Once bustling and crowded, the countless merchants and sailors had long been cleared away to make room for the imperial fleet.

As the ships swayed in the rolling waves behind, Dominax's white cloak fluttered in the pounding rain as the legion disembarked. They gathered into neat lines, ready to march up the wide street towards the city's center. Thunder accompanied a flash of lightning that tore across the night sky to illuminate the thousands of armored men and women that poured from the ships.

The sound of their steps pounding against the paving stones of the clean street boomed through the tall buildings on either side as they marched. Ahead, Castle Riax loomed in the darkness, its windows illuminated and ready to welcome their holy ruler. Though local guards ensured the street was empty, countless faces peered from their houses to watch the white flood pouring through their city. No doubt they saw the bright glow of The God Emperor's eyes as he marched to claim what was already his.

Just behind, Lalian endured the warm rain with the hood of his cloak pulled over his head. The flash of lightning behind the towering castle ahead startled him, though he hurried to keep up with Dominax's powerful strides.

Nothing stood in their way as the doors to Castle Riax stood wide open in preparation. The basic structure of the old stronghold of Crosia was visible beneath the many renovations added over the years, though much like the city itself, the castle had been expanded greatly in the wake of The Empire's rise. The latest extension of the building welcomed them, for they marched into a grand throne room decorated with the purple banners of House Riax.

There, high atop her throne, High Lady Pinalia sat proudly. She had evidently summoned every servant and slave under her command at the news of the legion's arrival, for they crowded the long chamber. They bowed in unison the moment The God Emperor entered, and the nearest trembled before their holy ruler.

Pinalia stood from her throne. As her servants scurried to make way, she stepped down from the dais and lowered herself before The God Emperor, kneeling to grant his polished boot a kiss, making Lalian raise his brow in surprise. With a devoted grin, she lowered her head in submission. "I, High Lady Pinalia of House Riax, am honored to kneel before you, my God Emperor. The throne of Crosia is yours."

He watched her gesture to her family's noble seat. For his short time in Crosia, it would be adequate. "Rise," his deep voice commanded, making the servants shudder as it echoed through the chamber. "You know why I've come."

"Of course, your holiness." She rose gracefully to her feet. Clasping her hands proudly behind her back, her pretty lips offered a sly grin. She was a short woman, though somewhat sturdy, for cut-outs in the sides of her purple dress left her wide childbearing hips and strong legs bare. Her dark brown hair hung in several long braids that cascaded down her back, while the thin chimira-silk of her dress held her noticeable breasts firmly. "Accommodations for the legion have already been cleared and prepared, your majesty. They shall learn the gratitude and hospitality of Crosia during their stay here. As will you."

The God Emperor loomed before her, glowing silver eyes studying his vassal. He remembered her appearance faintly, having seen her once or twice among the countless nobles at his feasts, though back then she had merely been the daughter of High Lord Priax. Her name, however, was quite familiar, for the Truthseekers hidden among her court continued to send encoded reports of her deeds following her accension to the throne, as they did with all his vassals.

"Yet the hour is late. If you'll permit it, I'd be honored to escort you to your quarters myself, your holiness," she continued.

"By all means." He allowed her to lead with a wave of his hand.

Pleased, she summoned a woman from a group of Sages near the throne. Evidently Crosia's appointed Divine Mother, her closest advisor, Pinalia spoke in a low tone as she pressed close to the woman's ear. "Command the servants to guide the legionaries to their accommodations as we've practiced."

As the Sage nodded, hurrying to fulfill her duties, The High Lady turned to regard Lalian. "Ah, and our Grand Imperial Architect. It's an honor to meet you," she said, making Lalian swallow at the sound of her smooth voice. "Please, join us. Your quarters are near his majesty's."

Lalian hurried to follow as she moved to depart. Her obvious eagerness did little to rush her steps, for she walked at The God Emperor's side with calculated and seductive strides, swaying her wide hips.

The throne room erupted into a cacophony of voices as the servants and Sages coordinated with the commanders to divide the legion into groups as Pinalia ventured down a hallway.

"I was displeased to learn of your father's death," Dominax stated bluntly as they navigated the many corridors of the castle. "High Lord Priax was among the first to pledge their Chiefdoms to my throne," he said, remembering the day Kixanil, Priax, and Ainir had sought out a demonstration of his powers. Decades ago, at the very start of his rule, it nearly seemed to be another life. "He was quite useful."

Pinalia's grin subtly faded, yet the swaying of her hips continued to draw Lalian's curious gaze. "That's very kind of you to say, your holiness. Father always did enjoy a good hunt." Her lips tightened. "Until he sought to slay a Sloatis alone, of course."

Dominax knew the tale well, for reports of Priax's death had arrived just after they had departed for The Lanthian Jungle.

They ventured up to the highest level of the castle, passing guards that bowed low. Continuing to watch her swaying hips at every possible moment, Lalian's cheeks were a dark shade of green when they finally arrived, coming to a stop outside what was once a set of double doors, though was now only concealed by hanging animal skins. A pair of pretty slaves pulled apart the skins, revealing a large chamber decorated with further skins, horns, and long claws of exotic beasts. Ceremonial weapons hung on display upon the walls, while a round bed sat in the center, protected by hanging silks in the color of House Riax.

"Father had...rugged tastes. I've yet to bring myself to redecorate," Pinalia explained as they stepped inside.

Dominax ran his fingers over the nearest blade, offering no complaint. The revelation that she had relinquished her own personal chambers to his use was only fitting. If she hoped he would forgo her generous offer and accept a smaller chamber, she'd be disappointed, though a single glance at her told him that she would not. Standing dutifully, hands clasped behind her back to push out her ample breasts, she stood with an eagerness to serve. Behind her gaze danced the very thing he sought in all beings he encountered, a subtle hunger, a drive. In her eyes lingeredambition. "This will be adequate."

Pleased, a seductive grin flavored her lips. "Very well, your majesty. I will not disturb you a moment longer." Turning to Lalian, she continued. "Come, Lord Lalian. Your quarters are just across the hall."

Seeking a moment of solitude, Dominax crossed to a wide window. He peered out at the mountains in the distance, mere miles from the city below. A flash of lightning illuminated their shape, as if beckoning to him.

With his ambition in sight, his eyes glowed in the dim light of the chamber.

43rd of Twic, 20 AVE.

Kingdom of Lian, Praith.

Cendra was more than ready to be rid of the jungle, yet as Praith loomed ahead, she knew she'd have to bear it a while longer. Regardless, she still felt weightless.

More than a month of marching through the endless trees had left the legionaries under her command exhausted. Though the threat of an ambush from the sky had ended, the danger of the horrid creatures that lurked in the vegetation had not. It was rare to catch more than a glimpse of the monstrosities prowling in the shadows. One moment she saw a tail as long as four men slithering into a burrow, and the next she heard the skittering of legs tapping quickly up a nearby tree that sent a shiver up her spine. It had only required a single scout to stumble into a gargantuan web in the dark for Cendra to abandon any notion of marching after the sun fell, yet even when guards were posted to patrol the border of their camp each night, they still awoke in the morning to find that several legionnaires had been dragged off into the darkness.

Their safety approached with every step, and Cendra couldn't help but feel her heart quicken at the sight of the royal entourage waiting ahead. Having obviously seen their approach from miles away, dozens of men and women in dirty white cloaks stood ready to greet them, flanking the members of House Vaid. The sight of Vixin's eager smile ahead made Cendra march faster, though there was another she longed to reach. Standing in front of the royals, Clin stood ready, clearly in command.

Her love waited in armor that had seen better days. Dirty, though undamaged, the white plates of chimira steel concealed any hint of his wounds. Tempian had nearly been a lost cause by the time The God Emperor's order of retreat had arrived. Though he left as many men behind to retain a hold on the ruined city, Clin had departed for Praith just as Cendra left the conquered Capital, unwilling to let his small army suffer in Tempian another day.

There he stood, and it required every ounce of her control to keep from running to him. She marched with her Knights and Anthara at her side ahead of the legion, hearing the cheers from Praith overhead as they reached them.

It was Clin that closed the distance. The blond warrior greeted her with a deep kiss of relief. When they parted, he peered at her as if looking at a ghost, reaching out as if to check if she was real. "You promised you'd return."

"So I have." She offered a smile that spoke of her triumph, feeling as if she could sprout Lanthian wings and fly. Behind the clear relief in his gaze, however, she saw a hint of pain as he glanced back at what remained of the legion. "Though without many of those you sent me with."

"Cendra," Vixin muttered as she hurried to her sister, aware of the countless eyes upon them as she wrapped her in a tight embrace. Cendra's arms remained rigid at her sides, only to soften before returning the embrace. Even Cendra could sense the worry pouring through her sister, yet Vixin couldn't help but grin as they parted. "The Goddess of War, then? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised."

She blushed. "I did not ask for it." As she turned her head, she saw Nafalya waiting silently beside them, cradling a new pregnancy. They offered each other little more than a customary nod of acknowledgement. "Nafalya."

"So you live. Very curious," Nafalya said from behind her emotionless mask. "Oh I'm pleased, of course. Father would have been greatly harmed if you perished."

Cendra's lips thinned to a stern line. "Thank you." At her sister's side, Hesin's mask matched his lover's. She didn't bother to sense the paternity of the pregnancy, of course, for her attention was seized by the sight of Cliax standing just behind the adults. With the raids at an end, bringing the children beneath the city while under careful guard was no longer unthinkable. Together they all stood, with the twins and Jinilya at his side. An instinct to swoop her son into her arms was swiftly pushed aside, and instead she simply reached down to pat his head as he hugged her waist tightly.

She offered Arinax a soft smile, an unnatural sight upon her stern lips, yet he looked down without a word. She felt her stomach tighten with guilt as the smile faded.

Only when she stepped away from her golden prince did she notice the ruler of Praith waiting behind the royals. The new High Lady Falin greeted her with a bow, as was required, yet even beneath the city she ruled, a single glance was required to see who was truly in charge here.

"Princess Cendra of House Vaid, daughter of the holy conqueror, I am pleased to welcome you back to Praith," the Lanthian woman said with a seductive smile, knowing how to play her part. Decorated in the traditional armor of a Lanthian warrior, she cradled the egg The God Emperor had granted her as if it was the most precious object in the world. "The presence of a hero of The Empire honors us all."

Cendra nodded once more in gratitude, though there was little reason to waste her words upon her father's pawn. Anthara, however, eyed the egg in Falin's grasp with a hard expression. In her hands was the future Anthara had chosen for the city of her birth. Both women had betrayed their people in their own way, breeding with The God Emperor. She shared a look with the young ruler, a silent understanding, a kinship.

"There's much to do, my love," Clin said with a hint of fatigue to his tone. "Prince Fonax's army has gone on ahead to prepare the fleet for our departure, though we are far from the edge of the jungle. Come with me."

Before the royal entourage moved to ascend to the city, she turned to grant orders to her remaining commanders as their forces prepared to settle in Praith.

As they climbed the stairs of the city, Vixin fell back to join Anthara's side, taking her arm gently. "Don't think I'm not pleased to see you alive as well," she said quietly. With a glance at King Galis's bitter march, and Lord Drivis's hollow gaze, she grimaced. "You came back with more of yourself than others. In fact, I'd dare to say you're standing a little taller."

"Taller? Hardly." Anthara shrugged as the two women shared a faint chuckle, only for her tone to grow serious. "Besides, I had something to return to. Is my son..."

"He's perfectly safe in the care of the slaves," Vixin assured her. "I'll take you to him."

Anthara freed a breath she hadn't known she was holding in as she quickened her steps.

Reaching the city, the group broke into pieces as the royals set about their own duties. Cendra marched with long, elegant strides at Clin's side as he led what remained of the group towards the royal stronghold. She saw the throne platform nearby, remembering the death of Priach Alinan. Echoes of the raids remained in the damaged buildings they passed. The structure ahead that had become their temporary home was nearly unrecognizable from what it had been when they first arrived, now little more than a messy patchwork of repairs and expansions. She was more than ready to leave the accursed city forever, yet what would they leave behind? A thought of Irith made her grimace.

Vixin took charge of the children as she and Anthara escorted them upstairs, while Clin ushered Cendra into the strategy chamber. Sealing the door, he wasted little time as he fell into their duties, gesturing to the maps and charts upon the round table.

"We will rendezvous with the fleet here," he said, pointing to an area near the northern border. "From there, we'll sail to join your father in Crosia." He leaned with his fists upon the table as he spoke quickly and intently. "Now, I'll need to know exactly who and what survived the siege of The Capital and the long march here. How many of your warriors are injured? What do they require? What supplies remain? I must know how many we can spare to defend Praith while we-"

She cut him off with a kiss.

"Cendra..." he muttered when their lips parted, pausing as if the taste of her had momentarily shattered his thoughts. Yet his duty remained. "My love, we must prepare. A long march awaits us, and a longer war beyond that. Their lives are in our hands."

"Yet what of our lives?" She pressed closer, caressing his chestplate. Still she felt weightless and free, as if she had shattered heavy chains and thrown them down from the heights of The Capital. "We survived. I won't waste another minute."

He tried to resist her as she unfastened his armor. "Every hour of every day I wondered if you were lying dead in the mud. At night I sat awake, hoping you were a warm body in a tent and not a cold corpse in the darkness. Still I waited, and still I served my duty."

She pulled away his chestplate, finding the bandage across his chest. The sight of it only quickened her work as she stripped him down to his one-suit. "I'm not a corpse, Clin. I lived. I conquered. They named me The Goddess of War, yet who knows what tomorrow shall bring?" She reached down, caressing his groin through the fabric. "I want you here,now, while we both draw breath."

He bit his lip at her touch. His body seemed to agree. When he opened his mouth to protest, she put a finger to his lips.

Victory drove her hand. She would claim what she desired. Forcefully guiding him onto his back to rest atop the table, he didn't resist. Cendra swiftly maneuvered to straddle his waist, caressing his fit form.

"I need this, Clin," she confessed as desire filled her silver gaze. "Iwantthis. I want you inside me." He winced when she touched his chest, and she offered a silent apology before reaching down to find his groin.

He touched her soft thighs with a groan. "How long has..." His lips parted as she unfastened the groin slit of his one-suit, pulling his cock free. The softness of her fingers made him shudder with a need he had endured for far too long, missing her touch more than he had admitted to himself.

"Too long. FAR too long, my love." After so long, she had feared his lust would be a stranger to her. With his girth in her grasp, however, she let a devious grin play across her pretty features, finding him to be more than familiar. "I...oohh..."

The moan of a princess echoed as she guided him beneath the skirt of her outfit, sliding him easily into her soaking tightness. Her body grew tense at the intrusion of a cock after so long, yet every inch that pushed inside freed her further.

Clin's hold tightened upon her thighs as he endured. Never could one forget the divine pleasure of a Vaid's vagina, yet even after years, he felt as if he glided into the greatest ecstasy of his life for the first time whenever he experienced his royal lover. Any hope of resisting her died the instant she sank down upon his cock.

"Yes..." she whispered, savoring the feeling as her body adjusted. "I need this..."

The royal sex of an imperial princess gripped his cock in its constricting grasp. When she began to move her hips, the feeling nearly sent him into madness, as if every inch of his manhood was caressed by countless feathers. "Cendra..."