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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4th of Fixuin, 17 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

"We're ready, my princess."

Vixin turned to regard the legionary at her side. Picking up Jinilya, she glanced back at the walls of the city she had protected for years. The men around her mounted their lixidions, gathering into a protective formation.A Princess Regent no longer.

They had offered her a comfortable seat upon a palanquin, of course. Instead, she hoisted Jinilya onto the back of Yisi's purple lixidion. Vixin gracefully mounted the beast, holding her lover's hips as the tiny princess remained protected between them. With a final command, she incited Yisi to flick the reins, and their journey began.

Peering back, she eyed the looming Grand Pyramid behind, knowing her father watched from its peak. He would visit, he promised, yet her lips thinned. The morning sky glowed a deep orange around the colossal fortress, the palm trees swaying in the humid breeze. They'd think her erratic for leaving without warning, offering few goodbyes as many slept. So be it. She knew of another that rested at the top, a storm she couldn't yet face.

As they reached the tree line, she hugged Yisi tighter, knowing their return would be a beginning, or an end.

5th of Fixuin, 17 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

Clin marched like a silent specter along the top of Domani's wall. His eyes were empty as he passed countless archers, ignoring their low nods of respect.

"A child..."

Exhausted groans from the grueling training drills below didn't reach his ears. The enticing smells of a temporary market nestled between the houses beyond the wall offered little to his nose. Only the sight of Cendra waiting atop the main gate stirred his attention.

"A daughter?"

A white cloak fluttered from her shoulders, nearly glowing in the sunlight like a waiting goddess. Her beauty was a taunting beacon, a reminder of the gift his betrayal had soured. When he reached her, the sorrow in her pretty silver eyes was torture.

"My report is ready for my father, my love," she said, concealing her agony with a false smirk. War approached once more after The God Emperor revealed his intentions for The Lanthian Empire, and their inspections of Domani's defenses were nearly complete. "What of yours?"

"I'll need another day or two. No more." Clin joined her as they peered out at the surrounding landscape.

"You're never late." Cendra pressed against his side.

Wrapping an arm around her narrow waist, the mere touch of her body flared his turmoil. "I need to be certain. The Lanthian border touches Vaidrin's."

With a question remaining in her gaze, she instead peered at the surrounding rainforest. "Father says we'll only march when Vixin returns." She swallowed silently. "I suppose she's earned a rest, wherever she is."

The name burned his guilt anew, grimacing. Somewhere out there was a pregnant princess. Somewhere out there was the result of his betrayal. Cendra needed to know.

In his silence, he didn't notice the moisture in her eyes until she spoke. "Father and Irith are planning to visit her tomorrow. I...know she doesn't want to see me. That's her right."

Turning to hold her hips, he met her sorrow with his own, biting back the truth. "Yet you tried, however daunting. I once knew a Cendra that refused even that."

Pressing her face against his chest, she uttered a weary breath, wiping her eyes. "Then I suppose I'm expected to feel better."

It was time to tell her. Clin embraced her tightly. "Better? No. The damage between you two is...substantial. It consumes everything around you, harming...everyonein between."

Cendra peered with surprise at his emotion.

Clin breathed. "You've had your share of mistakes, it's true. Fanir was the largest of them." He met her startled expression with a calm raised hand. "I know. You were hardly discreet. You used men I discarded, leading them to be severely punished by Vixin. Bad men, it's true. Fanir was not."

"I didn't mean for-"She stopped herself. "I'm sorry."

"They weren't the kind of men I needed, but theyweremen. I've read the healers' reports. Now they're not." Clin grimaced. He had to tell her. "They cannot be uncut, yet you're rectifying your misdeeds. Fanir's assault was years ago, yet still the hatred between you and Vixin twists the lives of others. Your sister is no less guilty now."

The sorrow in his tone made Cendra's jaw clench. She had tried her best, hadn't she?

"You play your games. She plays hers. Others are harmed in between. Men are not pawns to toy with." For the first time in too long, the smallest hint of anger touched his tone.

Surprised by his reaction, she felt a familiar tremble in her hand. "Forgive me, Clin. I'm trying." She uttered a tired breath that shook in her lungs. "I wanted her to join me, to talk. Instead, she flees, and just so."

The sound of her voice in his ear cut away whatever anger burned within. Vixin was just as wounded as the young woman peering up at him now. Long had he tried to heal them both. Perhaps this was his punishment. No longer could he conceal the truth.

Cendra rested her head against him, sighing in defeat. "I'll try again when she returns."

Voice trapped, he held her close. Even spurned, she still sought to reunite. Could he destroy them with the truth? Destroyher?Was honesty worth the death of their future? A good man would say yes, would he not? Clin gritted his teeth.

The moment to prove himself came, and Clin watched it slip through his fingers like sand.He couldn't. Tightening his embrace, he felt like a shadow, a whisper of who he should be. "A daughter," he thought, the word imprisoned in his throat.

4th of Onis, 18 AVE.

Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.

A low groan crept through the private royal birthing chamber. On her back, Nafalya spread her legs as far as her flexible form would permit.

Irith squeezed her firstborn's hand, trembling. Atop a stone altar, the young princess eyed her voyeurs with amusement, distracting herself from the dull pain within her. The God Emperor stood before her, glowing eyes watching his offspring's labor. She smiled to herself, for few knew the truth of the approaching birth.

Cendra stood at her father's side, back straight and dignified as she clasped his arm. Nafalya knew her elder sister had been in her place once, offering a knowing glance. Cendra merely looked away.

A contraction seized her, less painful than the last. Her child approached. Irith squeezed harder. The healers went about their duties, yet Nafalya granted them little attention. Why would a Vaid require such assistance? Instead, she watched Clin touch Cendra's shoulder, saw Salduin blush, and sensed Hesin'sinterest. Only her father's advisors were permitted to witness the result of their secret, nestled deep in The Grand Pyramid. Firepits outlined the chamber, flames licking the walls to keep the approaching newborn warm. Perspiration trickled down her pristine royal skin as she continued pushing.

Pain gripped her in its grasp. Every moment cut it away, fading to a dull ache. Pleasure began to trickle through her loins, biting her lip. Moans replaced groans, claiming the reward her body offered for reproduction.

The warm light of flames danced upon the white surface of Hesin's mask. Emotionless, he stood like a silent statue. Beneath his hood, however, flames of his own raged. His manhood grew firm as he watched his lover writhe atop the altar, her flawless thighs spread to birth another man's baby. The curve of her belly was a taunting insult, a visual aphrodisiac of a sort that stirred his lusts.

"You deserve to watch this," he thought to himself. The mask was his protection, concealing a grin behind cold metal. "Another claimed her first."

Watching her silver eyes flutter with pleasure, hearing a cry of bliss, he felt his body tighten.Anothercertainly had claimed her, yet who? His single eye turned to The God Emperor, just ahead and to his side. He had his theories. He had his doubts. Each was more tantalizing than the last, taboo, disgusting,enthralling.Was such a thing possible?

Nafalya cried out in orgasmic ecstasy as the child slid from her royal loins. Parted legs trembled, eyes rolling back. Hesin quivered beneath his cloak, a single touch required for his own finish.

Irith held her daughter's hand, lips parting as she watched her firstborn cum. Her legacy, her child, her very soul rested atop the altar, climaxing as she became a mother herself. A silent cry seized The Concubine Empress, never having witnessed a more beautiful sight. Her first true grandchild emerged into the world. A cry ripped through the birthing chamber, and her heart shattered within an instant.

Dominax was at her side before she noticed his approach, feeling his powerful hand upon her shoulder. Irith watched the healers inspect the newborn, seeing her daughter shaking in pleasure.

Nafalya gasped when she could breathe once more, her face settling into a satisfied smirk. Juices leaked to drench the altar beneath her, caressing her tender breasts as she savored the moment.

"Princess Nafalya of House Vaid, you have a son!" a healer announced. As she moved to grant the child to his mother, Dominax stopped her with a firm hand. Claiming the newborn, he studied the struggling infant.

They all saw the child's face. Cendra blushed. Clin and Salduin shared a curious glance. Hesin's grin crept across his face anew, loins stirring. Taboo theories were granted evidence, for the child could look no less like his grandfather if he was an identical copy. A glance from Dominax froze his blood, as if The God Emperor had read his thoughts. When Hesin saw the smallest hint of a smirk, his eye widened. All doubt vanished within an instant.

Every second was torture. Irith wanted to snatch the child from his hands. Instead, she caressed Nafalya's hand until Dominax offered the boy. Forgetting herself, she eagerly swept him into her arms, gazing down upon her new grandson. The face that met her was as familiar as one she had seen every day, a reminder of the beautiful deed they had shared. Stunned, she pressed against her lover's chest, caring little as the others watched tears flowing down her cheeks. "He's...perfect..."

Nafalya eased her head back, basking in the aftermath as her loins quivered. When her mother finally broke from her obsession and reluctantly offered the baby, she accepted him with curiosity.

Irith melted in Dominax's embrace as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, watching their daughter. "I've waited for this moment since the night you claimed me in the throne room. Oh...Dominax..."

Clin cleared his throat, looking away. Cendra's blush only deepened, holding his hand.

Assessing the child, Nafalya smirked. "Are you pleased, father?" He was more than adequate, sensing the power in his blood. A pure firstborn, just as she desired. Such a shame he'd be sent away...

Dominax nodded. "A promising start."

Nafalya tasted his approval with pride. Caressing the boy's face, she offered him to Irith. Bloodline assured with a strong beginning, though illegitimate, she was content to move on. "The next shall be worthy of Vaidimation. You have my word."

The Concubine Empress held him to her chest, as if to keep everyone away. "The next? Don't think I'll allow him to be shipped away to some outsider. He's our blood, not an asset to trade!"

Both Cendra and Clin lowered their eyes in guilt, though The God Emperor held her close. "Away, he'll be granted a life of value and comfort. Here, he'll hold no purpose."

Irith gritted her teeth, holding tighter. "My love, he's the first." Defiant blue met firm silver. "I'll grant him a purpose myself. He won't interfere with Nafalya's legitimate heir." Lowering her voice to a whisper, she leaned closer. "Please."

Dominax eyed the child. "He cannot be a distraction. If he remains, the slaves shall tend to him."

Knowing she'd get no better deal, she relaxed. "Thank you, my love." Kissing her mate, she knew she'd visit the infant at every possible opportunity. He wouldn't be lost with the rest.

Amused, Nafalya merely watched. The boy could be raised in wealth far away or pampered by slaves beneath her. It mattered little. She had granted him life and power, a start any commoner would commit murder to possess. Now, her part was done, and the next task stood ahead.

Eyeing Hesin before her, she grinned.

49th of Onis, 18 AVE.

Kingdom Of Vaidrin, Havenhall.

Sunlight poured through the towering windows to dance across their bare bodies, lovers wrapped together upon their bed. Yisi gazed down at Vixin as the princess rested upon her back, the evidence of a satisfied lust wet between her thighs.

"Better.Muchbetter." Vixin held Yisi against her side, head easing back with a breath of delight.

Yisi lifted her hand, watching royal juices dripping from two dexterous fingers. A lick fulfilled a craving, an addiction, the taste exquisite and sweet. She rested her head upon the princess's shoulder.

Tall trees swayed beyond the windows of the master bedroom. Here, there wasn't a master, but a mistress. Vixin listened to the sounds of trickling water as they relaxed in silence. Around them, artificial waterfalls cascaded down white walls between windows, pouring into deep pools that claimed the majority of the floor. They were but a tiny island, undisturbed.

It was a shame to break their peace. As Vixin ran her fingers through the girl's black hair, feeling a hand upon her pregnant belly, she smiled. "Do you like it here, Yisi?"

She regarded the chamber. "Your father has...complex tastes."

"Yourfather too, don't forget, and that wasn't my meaning."

Yisi shrugged. "We're rarely bothered. That's enough."

That much was true. 'Havenhall', it had been named, built by the order of The God Emperor himself as a private refuge. The luxurious design of every corridor and chamber was that of a palace, though in truth, it was hardly the size of a small estate, hidden by towering trees. Deep in the rainforest, far from any official road, none but unlikely explorers or hunters stumbled upon their privacy. Of course, the many hidden Truthseekers guarding the perimeter by their father's command swiftly and harshly turned them all away. Even here, the holy ruler would not allow his precious daughter to go unguarded.

"It nearly feels as though I'm not a Vaid." Vixin thought of Dorian's warning. "Raise your children in peace, a simple life far from the struggles of the throne. Simply run, Vixin. Run and never look back." Her smile faded. "After so long upon a throne, peace feels...unnatural, lacking duties, power, responsibilities. Merely an ordinary life."

A rare chuckle of amusement escaped Yisi. "You know nothing of an ordinary life. Ask even the wealthiest of your subjects if they find this luxury typical,princess."

Vixin blushed at the sight of her teasing smile. She caressed the girl's chin, wishing she would show it more often. Her face was too pretty to be so solemn. "A fair point." Dorian's words faded from memory. "I suppose I can't escape reminders of the throne even here. Father and Irith have sent a cylinder. They're on their way to visit again."

Yisi's expression fell. "No doubt to observe the birth."

The worry in her gaze was obvious to any eye. The senses of a Vaid, however, saw deeper. Emotion rippled in waves from the frowning girl. Vixin held her tighter, soft skin against soft skin. "All shall be fine, Yisi. It's a moment to savor, not fear."

"I've seen enough." She scowled. After all, assisting mothers in labor was a duty Sage Acolytes found all too frequent. "You claim an affection for the feeling, yet all I've seen is pain. A Vaid or not, I...worry."

Vixin pulled her into a kiss. "My love, you've yet to see a birth by our sisters." She had explained the differences many times, yet the girl's concern remained like a stone mask with pretty scowling lips. Words needed assistance, and thus she touched Yisi's midriff, feeling her toned body. "Were it possible to ease the pain of ordinary women, I would. If they could only experience what I've felt..." Forming a fist, she pressed firmly against Yisi's womb. "There is pain at the beginning for your firstborn, it's true. It gathers, hardening. Then..." Slowly, she opened her hand, spreading her fingers wide, gliding across her soft skin. "It erupts. Waves of pleasure pulse from your womb." Vixin's lips brushed against her ear, her tone lowering, warm. "You'll feel them pouring through your loins like the touch of a lover, a tickle touching every deep crevice of your sex at once." Fingers dragging over Yisi's body, she began to whisper, caressing her tantalizing form. "They'll spread, rippling through your body, shaking in an orgasm you can feel touching your soul."Gliding over her breasts, fingers brushed her pink nipples softly. "You'll feel it wrap around your mind, claiming you, a reward, shaking until you're drenched."

A faint red touched Yisi's cheeks. Legs intertwined with her lover's, she clenched her smooth thighs.

"Oh...you're going to love it..."

A tingle of curiosity dissipated as Yisi looked away. "If that's what The God Emperor demands." Pushing her face against Vixin's neck, her stomach tightened with unease.

Vixin bit her lip. She had known that Yisineededto learn of their father's intentions for her eventual fate. Better to come from a lover than a cold summoning from their father, she had thought. "Yisi, he loves all of his children. Perhaps I didn't properly convey how special such an offer is when I revealed his plan to impregnate-"

"You made it clear enough." Her face hardened. "I received nothing more than occasional glances from him since I was a child, yet he expects to own my womb."

A sense of rage from the girl would've been fitting. A burst of anger was justified. What Vixin sensed instead was worse, an empty, bitter disappointment. She tightened her embrace. "He can be cold, yes. At the very least, he claims your child shall affect the fate of The Empire itself."

The smallest hint of a quiver flavored her sigh. "Mychild. What do I know of motherhood?"

Vixin pulled back to meet her eyes. "Jinilya would have much to say about that. I've watched you with her."

"Then you've witnessed my failings." Rare emotion touched her lips. "I'm not her mother."

"You could be."

The statement hung between them, mixing with the humid air that granted a slick shine to their pristine skin. Yisi pulled a hand from her lover's belly, recoiling as she whispered. "I'd like to, but I'm...afraid."