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Chapter Continued From Part 1

After exiting the chamber, the pair of Dril parted from The Citadel, strolling through the dense snow-covered streets of Shai.

“…and with only a single vote, the…” Tsida continued on, finishing a story from before Varse had been elected. They neared a small yet expensive looking building that stuck out sorely amongst its surrounding structures. Though all were made of stone, their intended target possessed artistically carved symbols that decorated its outer walls, while two small statues of Tsida herself guarded the entrance. “Ah, here we are.”

Though all twenty-eight representatives were granted quarters inside of The Citadel, many preferred to inhabit personally owned residences inside of the city.

“Thank you for escorting me home, my dear Potentate,” Tsida said with just a hint of flirtatiousness.

Varse nodded sternly, once again feeling her soft touch as she placed her hand on his arm. “Think nothing of it.”

Unlocking her door, she stepped inside, and gestured for him to follow. “Please, come in. You have my word that there are no additional secret enclaves inside,” she joked, smirking.

Obliging, he hesitantly entered, closing the door behind him. The interior was no less decorated than the outside, possessing several paintings of Tsida in various poses. One in particular caught his eye, displaying nearly her full nude body, using her hands to conceal her most intimate areas. The alluring depiction brought a hint of arousal through his loins, yet he gave no voice to his desires. “Quite…elegant.”

“Agreed,” she chucked arrogantly.

Though before he could reply, a man entered the foyer through a side door, bowing the instant he spotted them. However, rather than a Dril, Varse immediately recognized him to be a male Arkos with the grey skin and black stripes of his Wandering Desert-dwelling species. Though far skinnier than most Arkos males, the man sported their long-tapered tail and curled horns. His feline irises granted him a wild appearance, contrasting with his dignified posture. Yet the detail that utterly surprised Varse was the fact that he wore absolutely no clothing, completely exposing a stripped cock that was harshly contained inside of a metal chastity cage.

“Ah, mistress, I knew I had heard you enter,” the man stated, possessing the faintest hint of an accent carried over from his native tongue. The warmer temperature of the building, not too dissimilar to that of the hidden chamber, protected the man from the brutal cold of the tundra city. Fires licked the stone walls, emanating from several small cauldron’s lining the walls for heat.

“Norok, meet our new Potentate, Varse of Clan Chalvarrus,” Tsida replied, gesturing to her fellow Dril.

Though seemingly taken off guard the Arkos man was quick to kneel before Varse’s feet. “My lord, it is an honor!”

Varse turned to Tsida, narrowing his eyes. “An Arkos servant? In Shai?” he asked, though not overtly harsh. Though many, including himself, disapproved of such things, no law directly prohibited the possession of a slave from an outsider species.

Tsida nonchalantly waved off his accusatory statement. “Oh please, I’m hardly the only representative to keep a servant. Besides, Norok here has proven himself to be quite a good boy. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes mistress!” the man exclaimed, rising from his position on the floor. “Please, allow me to escort you upstairs.”

Though Varse granted her a questioning look, Tsida gestured for him to follow as they made their way to the staircase. Continuing, they reached a room which quickly revealed itself to be her personal quarters. With a large bed decorated in her Clan’s colors extending from the far wall, shelves holding strange and foreign artifacts decorated the walls.

Before he could even react, Varse watched as Tsida turned to face him, slipping out of her robe. It fell to the floor at her ankles, utterly exposing every inch of her seductive form.

Desire flared through him as his eyes instinctively traveled over her body, appreciating the tattoos that ran down her side before pulling his gaze away. “Representative Tsida…!”

“Opps…” she playfully uttered, pursing her soft lips slightly. “Apologies, my dear Potentate…”

Varse backed up slightly, attempting to look away as Tsida closed the distance between them. With intentional slowness, she dragged her hands down his chest, feeling his moderate muscles beneath his robe.

“Come now, don’t be so prudish. Surely, we can spend just a little longer together, yes?”

Varse looked down into her alluring eyes, his body tingling under her touch. “Tsida…I’m the Potentate. This is…entirely forbidden…”

Amused, she smirked. “Oh? I’m sure your predecessor would disagree. Ysil and I were quite…familiar with each other. Though he wasn’t nearly as convicted as you, nor as attractive.”

The revelation surprised Varse, though he knew that it shouldn’t. His short experience as Potentate continually revealed the disappointing truth of The Domain’s rulership.

“Besides, I purposely volunteered to introduce you to our agents. Should we really relinquish such a perfect opportunity to spend some time alone?”

For a long moment Varse’s mind raced, his primal lust clashing with his rational side. Yet in the end, he had a duty. “I’m sorry Tsida…I can’t. I took a vow, as did you,” he said firmly, all while desperately wishing that she hadn’t been a member of The Council. He could have any female he desired, yet only a forbidden fruit hung before him ready and waiting.

Disappointed though unsurprised, Tsida gently pushed him backwards until he was outside of the bedroom. “Hmm, what a waste. Go then, my dear Potentate, and see yourself out. We shall proceed strictly as comrades.”

The door closed, leaving him alone in the hall. He turned to leave yet paused. Though the stairs leading to his freedom were mere feet away, he didn’t move. Slowly, knowing the potential impact of his decision, he turned back around, placing his hand on the handle.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled the door open, finalizing his choice. With primal lust he barged back into her sleeping quarters, already unfastening his robe.

“Ah, how predictable,” Tsida sarcastically teased, having already settled down on the bed in preparation for his possible change of heart. Legs spread and Norok at her side, her feminine form practically called to him. “It appears that no man may reject my allure.”

Caring little that the Arkos ‘servant’ watched his approach, Varse threw off his clothing, exposing his completely white manhood as he mounted the bed. Already hardening at the prospect of mating with such a stunning female, he pounced onto her like a ravenous predator.

Wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into a flurry of passionate kisses, she slid her tongue hungerly into his mouth as she ran her hands over his skin.

With her breast pressed against his chest, he rubbed his erection against her waiting pussy as he explored her exquisite curves.

Norok merely watched, looking down at them in visible desire. His caged cock began to twitch, unable to free itself.

“Poor little thing…” Tsida nearly moaned, pulling away from Varse long enough to reach into the top drawer of the nightstand. She produced a small key, holding it up for the Arkos to see. “I…nearly forgot about you. Does your little cock want to be freed?”

Norok eagerly nodded, fumbling with the cage in desperation.

“You know the rules…hands behind your back…” she ordered, waiting for him to obey before sliding the key into the lock as Varse continued to fondle her body. “Good boy…”

The Arkos nearly groaned as she slid the chastity cage from his imprisoned manhood, allowing him to quickly reach his full hardness. His four-inch-long cock stuck straight out, slightly leaking precum as his mistress’s beautiful young body was roughly caressed.

Varse cared little about the servant’s gaze as he grabbed Tsida’s childbearing hips, his erection throbbing to breed. More than ready, she reached down, taking hold of his shaft and positioning it with her naturally hairless vagina.

Almost whimpering, Norok fought to control his arousal and jealousy as she guided Varse’s cock forwards, peering up into the Arkos’s eyes with pleasure as she was penetrated.

“Ooooooooohhhh Varse…” she moaned, matching his long groan as he pushed his tip deeply into her tight depths.

Pushing his hips forwards, he gritted his teeth at the blissful sensation of her snug tunnel, eagerly accepting him.

Pressing her soft lips lightly against his ear, she whispered. “Fuck…me.”

He needed no further encouragement, eagerly bucking his hips as he thrusted in and out of her Dril vagina.

“Y..yeeesss….” she groaned, pulling him close as he pounded away, slightly stretching her somewhat experienced pussy with each movement.

Cock twitching, Norok could do little besides watch his mistress eagerly accept Varse’s rough thrusts, for he wasn’t permitted from touching his own manhood. He was her property, nothing more.

With pity in her eyes Tsida reached over and dragged her finger down Norok’s length, forcing a quiver through him. “Does little…ahhh…Norok want to join in?”

The Arkos nodded eagerly, almost frantic with lust as he watched Varse’s hips rise and fall, roughly ramming his cock each time.

Varse paid no attention to the other man, enthralled fully in Tsida’s seductive body. Were it possible for his black blood to boil with arousal, he knew that it would be inevitable. His snow-colored balls ached, yearning to breed.

“Then be…ahhh…patient…” she commanded, removing her finger from Norok’s cock and groaning as her pussy was used.

A whimper escaped the Arkos’s lips, yet he obeyed his mistress.

Varse nuzzled his face against her soft neck, nibbling her gently and forcing a surprised gasp from Tsida.

“Ooohhh yes…my dear Potentate…” she cooed, dragging her nails down his back in primal bliss. “Use me…”

Pounding her roughly into her elaborately decorated sheets, he could only grit his teeth as his manhood stirred her insides. Though not the tightest pussy he had experienced, her skill easily compensated. Utilizing her internal muscles, she worked her vagina to practically milk him with each movement.

“V..vaaaarse…!” she nearly screamed, clenching her somewhat short body as her orgasm overtook her.

Norok watched as his mistress finished around Varse’s still thrusting manhood, his own nearly throbbing.

Tsida threw her head back, basking in her pleasure as it slowly leveled. “You…ahh…really know how…ahh…to use that cock of yours…”

Though not overly experienced he had learned early on what it took to please a woman, gaining a significant amount of knowledge from a slightly older member of his Clan. She had taken him into her bed at the cusp of manhood, providing plenty of practice.

Satisfied, Tsida took charge and guided him to rotate onto his back, switching positions. Now on top, she pressed herself against him while retaining his cock deep inside of her. “Well…Norok? Come,” she ordered, reaching back to place her hands on her round ass.

The very invitation he had desperately awaited, the Arkos wasted no time in mounting the bed. Taking his position behind her, he eagerly grabbed her firm cheeks and pressed his tip against her anus.

“Go on…” she encouraged, biting her lip as she felt Varse slowly resuming his thrusts under her.

The Arkos practically radiated arousal, slowly pushing his less than average cock into her snug hole. Hilting her quickly, Norok moaned loudly while she simply smirked down at her Dril lover.

Both Varse and Norok began to pound into her, using both of her holes. Double penetrated, she wrapped her arms around Varse’s neck as her short body was pinned between them.

Sliding in and out in opposing rhythms, they unleashed their lust upon her, using her solely for their satisfaction. The room erupted into a cacophony of moans and groans, adding to the squeaking of the bed.

“G…good boys!” she nearly screamed. “Fuck…me! Make me…cum again!”

Neither disappointed, mashing into her continuously until she could only cry out as she orgasmed once again.

Norok’s long hairless tail fluttered through the air, a sign of complete satisfaction as his stripped penis repeatedly dove into her ass.

“You…know the rules…” she managed to mutter through the haze of ecstasy. “Pull out…when you’re…ahhh…ready….”

Her words were nothing more than a faint echo in Varse’s ears, ramming his cock up into her pussy. Despite her clear wishes, he knew that there was little chance of him obeying when the time came. Whether due to her abundant desirability or her continual teasing, the desire to breed particularly seized Varse. He knew of Dril’s high fertility, even compared to other species, and knew that he wished for nothing more in that moment than for the chance to knock Tsida up.

Yet she remained oblivious to his intentions, writhing and moaning between the two men. Taking the cocks of two separate sapient species at once, her lower half burned with pleasure.

Norok roughly squeezed her shapely asscheeks with both hands, feeling it’s firmness as his skinny hips moved back and forth. Though having always been denied her vagina, he had enjoyed her anus on rare occasions.

Reaching down to hold onto her childbearing hips, Varse couldn’t prevent himself from picturing his fellow Council member pregnant with his child. Such a scandal it would cause, yet the risk was held at bay by his primal lust. Whatever it took, he’d conceal the child’s parentage, a decision that half formed in his pleasure-addled mind.

“M…mistress…” the Arkos moaned, bucking his hips wildly. “I…I’m going to…”

“Pull out…ahhh…and cum for me…” she groaned, pierced by both rods. “Let your…ahh…little cock spurt…”

Her words pushing him over the edge, Norok hurriedly yanked his erection from her tight anus, whimpering as he reached his peak. With aching lust, he began to rub his shaft between her asscheecks as Arkos sperm squirted from his tip and leaked down her lower back.

“Good boy…” she smirked, feeling his seed leak uselessly down her pure white skin.

With his competing male down, Varse’s pace quickly increased, delving into his overwhelming urges.

Tsida held onto him tightly, grinding her hips to match his rhythm. Riding him hard, her pussy practically begged for his cum.

“P…pull out…my Potentate…” she moaned, biting his ear softly.

Yet far too lost to pleasure to regard her demands with any care, he simply continued, speeding towards his climax. Within a minute he felt his orgasm approaching, forcing his hips to buck wildly.

Tsida made a move to lift her hips, allowing him to remove his cock. Yet in surprise, she groaned as he simply wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back.

“V..Varse…” she moaned, though with a hint of urgency. She felt him getting closer and closer, just on the brink of cumming. “V…VARSE…”

Holding her tightly, he rammed into her cunt one final time, crying out in ecstasy as his Dril sperm flooded her insides.

Tsida yelped, slapping at his bald head in panic as she felt ropes of potent sperm spurt into her fertile pussy.

Unconcerned by her light attacks, he simply clenched his eyes shut and drained his lust into her beautiful body.

Norok watched in shock, witnessing his mistress’s vagina receive the Dril’s seed, knowing the likely consequences. His own cock twitched in jealousy, nestled between her round cushions.

With his orgasm fading Varse remained still, enjoying the afterglow of his bliss. Still holding onto her, he felt her soft snowy skin against his. Whatever the consequences, he’d weather them.

28th of Twic, 5 BVE.

Lower Human Basin, Outside Omrin.

Xenia and Briza pressed themselves against the settlement’s crumbling outer wall, concealing themselves in the darkness of night as a single guard paced the wall above.

Accompanied only by a small group of ten warriors, they waited for the guard to pass before continuing their search. Xenia held the message tightly in her grip, sent from Dominax mere hours after taking Zilrin. In it he had dictated the likely patrol areas of any remaining guards gleaned from Salduin’s observations. Yet also just as valuable was the included location of a vulnerability in their old wall, a flaw that Hesin had discovered during their short time in Omrin.

“This looks to be it, ma’am,” one of the accompanying guards said in a hushed voice.

Briza assessed the crude bricks in what limited moonlight existed, quickly confirming the statement. A hastily constructed repair from decades earlier, the mortar began to crumble as she applied minimal pressure.

Taking turns prying the individual bricks from their resting place among the fortification, pausing in several instances where the guard passed over them, the group swiftly created a hole large enough for a crouching man to pass through.

Entering the large settlement one by one, the group of infiltrators regathered before proceeding. Led by Briza, they moved quickly through the dark streets while avoiding patrolling guards.

The density of the mostly wooden buildings appeared to increase the closer they crept towards the settlement’s center, subtly hinting at Omrin’s outward expansion throughout past generations. Even the reddish dirt pathways switched to coarse stones as they neared their target, spotting two guards standing on opposite sides of the main entrance.

The group remained hidden behind the nearest building as they assessed the situation. Briza gestured to their nearest archer, using a series of hand motions to order him to wait on the other side of the structure. She then took her place at the edge of the wooden house’s rear, readying her own bow.

Both leaning from cover just enough to seek their targets, Briza and her fellow archer loosed their arrows after a quick whistle from her soft lips. The two guards jerked suddenly before collapsing to the ground, bleeding onto the unpolished stone.

Pausing only to ensure that the guards’ deaths had remained undetected, Xenia took the lead and rushed to the main entrance.

As the group pushed open the heavy doors, they found themselves inside of the mostly empty throne room, protected only by a single guard that remained slumped back in a wooden chair leaning against the wall.

Xenia quickly hushed the group before her dark eyes fell onto her prey. With her hips swaying seductively, she closed the distance between them and placed her hand over the man’s mouth. Before he had even awakened, she dragged her knife across his neck, forcing his eyes to open in shock as he was split open. For several seconds she held him there, waiting until he slipped from consciousness.

Newly alone in the throne room, the group relaxed somewhat as Briza released her controlled stress in the form of a calm breath. She then began to speak, raising her voice slightly. “Search the hold and retrieve Chief Korvis and his daughter. Bring them here unharmed.”

“I’ll watch the entrance with you,” Xenia replied as the other warriors continued down the limited number of off branching corridors, entering into the wooden sections of the building. Xenia whipped the blood from her knife and hands on her revealing loincloth before sliding it into her belt, slowly walking to rejoin Briza near the throne.

The ever so slightly taller woman assessed her female companion with uncertainty, still not quite sure what to make of her. Though they had lived together for just over a month, she still found it difficult to accept that she’d now be sharing Dominax with another woman.

Xenia returned her gaze, letting not an ounce of her confidence slip. Wordlessly, she placed her hands on her womanly hips, exemplifying her feminine form before turning towards the main door.

Briza allowed a silent moment to pass, before finally breaking the silence. “Xenia…what are we even doing here?” she asked, despite knowing full well what fate they’d inflict upon Korvis. “Our feud lies with Chief Manith, not Korvis. To slay a man in cold blood, an ally even, is…”

Xenia turned to regard her, smirking deviously. “How odd, you question our mate’s commands despite knowing him far longer. Could his favorite girl really disobey him?”

“Of course not, I’m here, aren’t I?” Briza responded coldly, despite the flutter of hope that the word ‘favorite’ brought her. “Yet the fact that I’ve known him longer is precisely why I’m concerned. Dominax has always been somewhat interested in the mismanagement of Nitri, yet he’s never conveyed a desire to rule himself.”

As Briza spoke, she noticed Xenia subtly glancing down, stealing a quick glance at her breasts. This was nothing new, as she had repeatedly caught the dark-haired woman sneakily looking at her throughout their time around each other. Though Briza was more than accustomed to the lustful glances from males, even to the point of harshly rejecting their advances when they grew too aggressive, she felt odd having her body looked upon with desire by another female.

“Perhaps you simply never noticed,” Xenia stated in what was nearly a mocking tone. “He told me that you two were close, though maybe not as close as either of you had thought.”

Briza glared, turning on her heel to face her. Yet despite her anger, she maintained her self-control and kept her voice firm. “You may have found your way into his bed, though you don’t get to talk about our relationship that way.”

Raising her hands in a disingenuous gesture of defeat, the black-haired woman smiled. “I merely tease, Briza.”

Convinced or not, she dropped her hostility for the most part, easing her glare. She then folded her arms, unintentionally pushing up her breasts slightly and drawing an additional sneaky glance from Xenia. “Apologies, though perhaps there is truth in your words. I feel as though…the slaughter has affected him somewhat. Especially considering that Domani has only just been settled, yet he’s more focused on conquering land. We should all be home, not…here.”

“Yet without his persistence, our children would possess nothing,” she stated, placing her hand on her not quite visible baby bump. “With his resolve to possess power, they shall be raised as rulers.”

“I’d rather they have a father…” Briza replied, unable to conceal the worry from her voice.

Though before Xenia could reply, their fellow warriors re-emerged into the throne room, holding onto the arms of an overweight man and five younger women. Roughly, they shoved the man to the floor, inciting a cry of protest.

“Korvis, I assume?” Xenia asked, wasting no time as she and Briza turned to stand over him.

Kneeling on the stone floor, the man attempted to rise, only to be pushed back onto his knees by one of the male warriors. Completely naked, he did nothing to conceal his averagely sized cock, even as his daughters nervously watched close by. “Damn you, what is this?!”

“This, old man, is the end of your reign,” Xenia replied with a sneer.

One of the warriors approached her, holding out the white knife that Dominax had granted Korvis. “He took down Mindra with this as soon as we entered his quarters.”

She took the blade, taking her time to appreciate its odd metal while their prisoners waited with anticipation. She had been present when Dominax performed his strange ritual to transform the blade, yet its light weight continued to baffle her.

“Hold a moment!” Korvis exclaimed, looking up at her in a mix of anger and desperation. “That’s Chimira Steel, stronger than anything you’ve ever seen! I know of the only man who knows how to create it. Whoever you happen to be, simply allow my daughters and I to leave this place alive and I shall grant him to you! I swear on my honor.”

Amused, Xenia turned her attention from the blade to the kneeling man. “Ah, but who do you think sent us?”

An expression of realization spread over his face. “You’re…Chief Dominax’s warriors? But…why?”

“High-Chief Dominax as of tonight, though that is of little concern to you. Go to your grave with the knowledge that you are but a necessary step in the ascension of your downfall’s architect,” Xenia said, before leaning down to whisper into his ear. “Although, you should know that your son Fildir is dead, fallen in battle.“

Processing her words, Korvis’s eyes went wide at the revelation. Whether he believed her regarding his heir’s death or not mattered little, as seconds later she drove the white blade deep into his throat.

Pulling the dagger free, she smirked as she watched him collapse to the floor, clutching his neck in panic.

Briza turned her head away, deeply sickened by Xenia’s sadistic display. The actual execution did little to bother her, for she was a warrior. Death was a regular part of daily life. Yet the cruelty had been repulsive. There was no need to divulge that they had learned of Fildir’s accidental death from Dominax’s letter, nor the disgusting joy that the woman had seemingly taken from its reveal. Thus, Briza gritted her teeth and pointed her gaze elsewhere.

For the second time in mere minutes Xenia cleaned her victim’s blood from a weapon, stepping over the body as she approached the group of girls. Horror spread across their faces at the sight of their slain father, as the nearby guards were forced to roughly cover the mouths of three to hush their screams. “Now, which of you goes by the name of ‘Dunith’?”

There was a brief hesitation before one stepped forward. With her brunette curls hanging over her breasts, she hardened her face to conceal her nearly visible fear.

Xenia looked her up and down, as if assessing a competitor. “It appears that you are the lucky one, for I have instructions to grant you the title of Chief.”

Her siblings looked to her in utter shock, though Dunith simply bowed her head in acknowledgement. “Chi- High-Chief Dominax had informed me of such plans, miss.”

“Oh?” Xenia asked with only a hint of suspicion. Though his orders were clear, Dominax hadn’t revealed the nature of his ‘meeting’ with the young woman.

“He warned that this day may come,” Dunith responded obediently, revealing very little.

Xenia closed the short distance between them, taking the girl’s chin in her moderately gentle grip. “Then, sweet Dunith, do you pledge your loyalty to him? To rule under his command, and join the Domani High-Chiefdom?”

The young woman’s eyes looked past Xenia to gaze at her deceased father, instinctively placing her hand on her belly in concern for her likely pregnancy. “I do, miss. I shall serve him well.”

Recognizing the subtle gesture Xenia’s eyes narrowed, yet she gave no voice to her suspicions. Though potentially gaining yet another female competitor vying for Dominax, no good would come from throwing around clumsy accusations. “Good choice.”

With Xenia taking a step back and presenting the white dagger, Dunith eagerly gripped the blade. “And what of my sisters?”

“Exile,” Briza finally cut in, pushing aside her personal misgivings to address the new Chief. “They shall not be harmed.”

Placing her hands on her hips, Xenia gave Dunith a smirk. “Yes, now come. There is much to be done. We must prepare to announce the unfortunate passing of Chief Korvis in his sleep, his fat heart giving out after learning of his son’s death. The population shall know of their new borders, as their new Chief shall be eager to join us after the victory of Dominax in Zilrin.”

A small pause passed as Dunith took a final look at Korvis before turning her gaze to Xenia with penetrating ambition, evidently finalizing her decision. “Yes, miss. Hail High-Chief Dominax.”