Vaid Empire: Mother of Tentacles

Vaid Empire: Mother of Tentaclesis a prequel toVaid Empire: Conquest, though acts as a complete stand-alone. No prior knowledge regarding the previous series is required.

Long before the rise of The Vaid Empire, far on the other side of Ayphieal, a young woman finds a deeper purpose beyond her own survival when she is captured and offered to an ancient monstrosity.

Ancient entities conspire to achieve hidden schemes while tentacles spread across the land in this strange and mysterious prequel.

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.

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16th of Thriduin, 767 BVE.

Deep Jungle.

"Please don't leave," Darmi said as she tightly grasped Aifa's arm.

A harsh yank broke the girl's hold. "Steel your nerves. I'll return when I've secured our future."

Watching as her mistress tied a woven pouch of traveling supplies to the vine sash across her back, Darmi felt Vaecath's tentacle lick at her leg as if to soothe her. Outside, the black beast remained slumped beneath a cover of vegetation. "And if your vision was wrong?"

Aifa scowled. "Never doubt Vaecath's senses. I felt the cave myself, somewhere out there with five fertile wombs ready to serve us. We need only to find and tame them."

"Let me come. I can help, mistress," she begged.

A gesture at the black beast was the only argument Aifa required. "Vaecath needs to rest and heal from his wounds, and you're too injured."

"I'm not!" Darmi replied, only to wince in pain. She reached up to grasp the tiny stump of her missing antenna before blushing in defeat.

"Your wound is a liability. A flinch at the wrong moment could kill us both." Aifa shoved the red slug into her companion's hand. "Keep this with you at all times. If you see a hint of blue, flee as far as you can."

"Mistress..."

Aifa grabbed the girl's slender shoulder. "I've taught you much, Darmi. I'll leave most of the fruit Jynae-bal has found with you, so simply rest, and only move when necessary. If all goes well, I'll find you in a few days. Vaecath will guide me."

Glancing back at the black beast, Darmi's lips tightened with fear. "If you don't come back..."

Cupping the girl's cheek, Aifa met her gaze with an intense certainty. "I'll return."

Reluctantly, Darmi nodded with trust. "I'll care for Vaecath until you do."

"Good girl." A kiss sealed their goodbye before Aifa readied her black spear. With a final glance at her companion, she set off with Jynae-bal at her side.

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Moving through the jungle, Aifa gripped the shaft of her spear, prepared to strike at the first sign of danger. All around, the vegetation brimmed with life, all of which would be more than happy to make a meal of her.

Jynae-bal moved at her side like a loyal companion. Golden tentacles scurrying across the ground, his whispers were a constant comfort in her mind. As if Vaecath had shared his vision with the younger beast, Jynae-bal seemed to know exactly where to go.

Mile after mile, they crept through the trees together. Colossal trunks of various blues, purples, and reds passed by, their leaves dripping as rain began to pour through their branches. Starting as a light drizzle, Aifa felt water trickling down the crimson skin of her bare body, wetting her long hair. White strands clung to her face as she moved carefully, never stopping, feeling her antennae twitching in an effort to sense danger through the humid air.

The rain only seemed to grow harsher as the hours passed. Blossoming into a raging storm, she was forced to find shelter up a tree branch as the ground below began to flood. Clinging to the orange wood, feeling Jynae-bal's tentacles curling around her body, she merely hoped the worst of the rain hadn't reached Darmi as night fell.

She fought for sleep as thunder boomed overhead. Ignoring the discomfort of the rain, she thought of the vision Vaecath had shared. It had been so vivid, as if she had been inside the cave herself. Vaecath had felt the minds of the inhabitants she sought out, and thus, she had too.

Caressing the golden tentacles that held her tightly, Aifa wordlessly urged Jynae-bal to sense their target once more. Obeying, she felt his whispers shift inside her mind, expanding outward. Still miles away, yet closer now, five women unknowingly awaited their arrival.

Aifa thought for a moment that she could smell them as she closed her eyes. Whispers holding her mind, she felt their wombs far away. Was this what Vaecath and Jynae-bal felt? Entangled with the golden creature's mind, she felt his yearning, his taste, hungry to sink into their fertile bodies and unleash his seed. A push of her hips spoke of her curiosity. Finding herself biting her lip with a sudden craving, she ran a hand down her wet body, almost disappointed when she found her labia rather than a cock. Jynae-bal wanted to breed their prey.Shewanted to slide inside their vaginas, to feel their delectable tightness, to cum as deep as she could manage.She wanted to get them pregnant.

Gasping, she peered at the golden beast with fresh understanding. Was that what males felt? A new envy tingled between her thighs, knowing she'd never feel the sensation of spurting potent seed inside a female. A finger teased her lower folds, aching at the thought.

"I'm going to let you impregnate them all, my child."

As she sought to satisfy the growing need between her legs, two fingers worked to make her squirm. When she finally moaned with relief after considerable effort, she found the sleep she sought.

***

The sun had yet to rise when Aifa's eyes opened once more. Looking down, she found the land below drained of the floodwater. Her feet felt the drenched mud when she descended from her tree, doing her best to avoid the endless puddles littering the jungle as she ventured through the darkness.

A subtle soreness remained a constant reminder of the cut upon her shin. Nimble movements brought an occasional sharp pain from beneath the wrappings protecting her wound, and she leaned against her spear whenever the sensation grew too great. By the time a deep orange filled the gaps between the trees from the rising sun, she was several miles from the tree she had slept in. A frustrated sign escaped her lips. She wasn't moving nearly as fast as she liked.

She smelled the wet air as it carried the lingering scent of the storm. The sunrise grew brighter as the day began. The sun peaked high overhead and began its long descent across the sky.

Jynae-bal's movements grew increasingly frantic with every mile, moving closer and closer towards their target. She could feel his lust, his instinctual yearning, urging his tentacles to quiver. Their wombs were nearly within reach.

As the day began to dim, Aifa slowed her steps. Moving carefully, she pushed her way through the vegetation. Eyes widening, she felt a rare smile creep across her lips. Finally, they had arrived.

Through the trees ahead, the sight of a colossal stone dome rose from the jungle ground. Entangled in vines, its smooth surface towered just above the highest trees. A near perfect half-sphere, one could be forgiven for mistaking the structure as Cavari made. FAR from Aslyd's walls, however, it could only be a remnant of the world's creation, another sculpture from the hand of The Creator himself.

Awestruck, Aifa's hope flared anew. Would this be their salvation? Could she make this their haven? Their home?

Closing her eyes, Jynae-bal allowed her to feel the hollow sphere's inhabitants. Surely, they'd have much to say about her stealing their home and their wombs.

Eyeing the structure, she sought signs of an entrance yet found none. Slowly, she circled the large structure, requiring several minutes until she found herself in the location she started. Nothing but a smooth unbroken surface was visible everywhere she looked, yet somehow, others had found their way inside.

Perplexed, she pulled back to conceal herself among the trees, waiting, watching.

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Darkness filled the jungle, and Aifa slept once more. When she awoke, she focused on the sphere. Jynae-bal felt them wake one by one inside the structure, six minds preparing for the day. Five women. One male. They went about their business, testing her patience.

Finally, an hour later, Jynae-bal stirred her attention. Closing her eyes to focus on his whispers, she felt one of the females moving below ground. Aifa could nearly see the natural tunnel around the girl when she focused hard enough, her curiosity building with every step. When she emerged from a hidden entrance nearby, Aifa retreated far to the other side of the sphere, letting the wind carry her scent in the opposite direction. The girl sprinted off into the jungle, oblivious to her observer.

***

Aifa consumed her fruit like a hungry predator, prowling the perimeter of the sphere. For hours she had waited. For hours she had watched. The girl had returned from a hunt, bringing back a fresh kill to the others. Later in the day, another set out and returned with the carcass of a six-legged monstrosity covered in green feathers tied to her back.

Only one seemed to leave the cave at any time. Only the females ever departed. When the sun set and rose again, the pattern repeated.

As she watched, a plan began to form inside her head, solidifying each time someone departed to hunt.

While she waited for the next woman to leave, she set about her work. Antennae searching, she found a tiny pink flower that sprouted from the trunk of a short purple tree. Familiar with its smell and, more importantly, its effects, she carefully avoided inhaling as she ground the petals into a fine dust using a rock.

Clutching the dust in her fist, she set about gathering strong vines. As the morning turned to midday, she tripped while collecting flowers to cover her scent. Looking down at what had caught her foot, her stern lips permitted a curious smile.

19th of Thriduin, 767 BVE.

Deep Jungle.

A moan echoed through the empty void of the colossal cave around them. The sound of her pleasure reverberated quietly from the far walls of their protective dome, held back from the world.

Beneath her lover, her master, Kifi met Wair's glowing blue eyes as his hips rocked between her parted legs. On her back, she felt his hand caressing her thigh, savoring its powerful shape. Much like her sisters, she knew her body was alluringly feminine, driving Wair into a savage lust with every rough caress.

Her gaze was a challenge, begging for more. Her womanhood ached with every deep thrust, feeling as if her sex had been created to match his cock. When he pulled out with a heavy groan, however, she couldn't help but moan with disappointment as his seed spurted in thick ropes to coat her lower lips.

Recovering with slow breaths, she pushed aside a long strand of white hair that clung to her seductive face. A pulse of unquenched need throbbed deep inside her loins, abandoned on the edge of her satisfaction.

He patted her cheek more forcefully than she cared for. "Don't give me that face. You know the rules. Return with a successful kill and I'll let you finish." He ran a hand across her full, perky breast, enjoying the subtle jiggle of her flesh. "Still, you were exquisite today. I think I'll command Irima to serve you when you return. You know her tongue is the best."

She wanted to scowl. Instead, she forced herself to smile. "Thank you, master." His smug grin taunted her, all too familiar. Even her sisters had begun to mirror him in moments of triumph, shared features presenting shared grins.

"Go now." He slapped her thick thigh, the shape of her legs enough to drive any man to madness. "You've satisfied one hunger. Hurry before the other grows too great."

A deep tingle pulsated between her legs as she obeyed. Eager to free herself of the cave, craving fresh air, she did her best to wipe away his seed before leaving Wair's side. She felt his older eyes on her swaying rump everywhere she ventured, crossing the smooth floor of the domed cave. Bioluminescent vines crept along the ceiling, bathing the massive chamber in red light.

She made her way to her own sleeping mat far on the other side of the cave, passing her sisters as they went about their business. When she pushed through a wall of hanging vines she had strung up around her mat, her only place of moderate privacy and solitude, she found her spear missing from its usual spot. Glaring, she hurried across the cave to Cirui's sleeping mat, finding her sister lounging beneath the red glow high above. Younger than Kifi, she cared little for privacy, resting with her legs parted for all to see as her fingers played idly with her delicate wet fold.

"You took my spear," Kifi accused with a soft kick to the girl's side. Ever dramatic, she yelped as if she'd been stabbed.

Broken from her lustful daydreams, still savoring the memory of her orgasm hours after her recent successful hunt, Cirui leaned on her side. With a hand on her wide hips, she offered pouty lips. "The tip of mine snapped off. I didn't think you'd mind sharing."

Seeing a spear discarded without care beside her sister, the shaft carved with Kifi's mark, she snatched the weapon with a harsh glare of annoyance. "You thought wrong. Keep away from my belongings."

As Kifi turned to depart, Cirui called after her with the same smug grin she had received from Wair. "What belongings?"

Grumbling to herself, Kifi found the entrance to the tunnel nestled against the wall. Despite her anger, she granted Faima a reassuring nod as always, knowing her sweetest sister worried anytime someone departed. She readied her spear as she ventured below ground, following the curving corridor of gnarled stone.

The tunnel grew darker and darker, yet her Cavari eyes kept her safe from sharp rocks that occasionally jutted from the narrow walls. Sometimes she wondered if she could navigate the tunnel with her eyes shut, knowing every twist and turn.

When light poured through holes in the false wall at the end of the corridor, she pushed aside woven branches before concealing the entrance once more, stepping out into the humid jungle. As always, she scanned her surroundings carefully before continuing, creeping through the trees.

The bright sun pouring through the leaves overhead was a delicacy, a refuge from the red light inside the cave. For a moment she was alone. For a moment she was free.

The urge to continue walking and never look back struck her more forcefully than usual. Wair would never leave to hunt her down. She could go in any direction she desired, never having to suffer his strict rules again. The ache between her legs only added to her temptation to flee, her body left unsatisfied.

It was a quick thought, an impossible daydream. Wair would never find her, yet there were far worse dangers lurking among the trees than his wrath. If the vile monstrosities prowling the jungle didn't make a feast of her seductive flesh, another tribe would. For as long as she could remember, Wair had never missed an opportunity to remind her of the world's danger. When her mother never returned from a hunt, the lesson settled deeper than any other.

"Nothing exists outside but monsters and madmen," she remembered him saying more times than she could count. "If claws and teeth don't bring your end, you'll pray for death when the aims of outsiders fall between your legs."

No one could survive for long alone, he had taught them. Remembering all the disgusting creatures she had killed, she held no doubt of his words. When the jungle called to her, offering freedom, it was a battle to return, yet return she always did.

As she savored her brief reprieve from the others, she turned her head suddenly, hearing the smallest hint of a whisper. Readying her spear, she spun on her heel, turning in a circle as she sought the source. When none presented itself, she scowled. The sound had been dangerously close, as if uttered into her ear. Seeing nothing, however, she cautiously disregarded the noise as a trick of the breeze.

Continuing on, she whirled at the sound once more. Gritting her teeth, the whisper nearly felt as if it had echoed inside her head. Once more she found nothing. Once more her journey resumed.

Something tingled inside her mind. A shake of her head banished the feeling. What she couldn't banish, however, was the growing warmth between her thighs. Like a flame reigniting, she found her thoughts resting upon the ache of her loins.

Another whisper made her flinch. Another pulse of arousal flushed between her legs. Lust began to drip down her thighs. When her hand found her juices, she was baffled as she brought wet fingers up for inspection.

Never had she lost control, always able to ignore her own needs until the end of a hunt. Now, she felt her arousal burning in her cunny, craving the satisfaction she had been denied. Another whisper. Another pulse of desire.

For a moment, she wanted to find a safe place beneath a tree and plunge her fingers into the growing yearning tormenting her. A thought of Wair's usual punishments dissuaded her, remembering harsh slaps upon her rump that tested even the most resilient of her sisters. Of course, how would he know of her pleasure?

A shake of her head shattered the thought. What had become of her?

"Help..."

Unaware of just how distracted she had become, the voice calling quietly through the trees made her yelp. Momentarily embarrassed more than she was cautious, she hurried to ready her spear. Peering through the trees, she knew she should've sensed a stranger. She should've been ready.

"Help..." the voice echoed softly once more, as if weary of the surrounding danger. A female's voice, Kifi followed the sound, bringing her weapon to bear the moment her eyes fell upon the injured woman. With long hair similar to her own and subtly pregnant, the stranger leaned against a tree, clutching at an injured leg wrapped tightly in leaves. "Help me. Please."

Eying a discarded black spear upon the ground, Kifi kicked it further away before cautiously approaching. Weapon ready, she prepared for danger.

The woman winced in pain, pulling back her wrappings just enough for a trickle of glowing blood to confirm her injury. "Please, my wound...I thought I could hunt, though it's worse than I can endure. I'm going to starve. My baby..."

Her words were noticeably accented compared to her own, yet they were similar enough to understand. The first stranger she had ever met, Kifi stared in open awe, momentarily forgetting herself.

"I don't need much. Could you simply...assess my wound? I...know very little about treating injuries," the woman begged. Despite her pain, she studied Kifi carefully. "I only hope I can keep my leg."

Clearing her throat, she spoke her first words to an outsider. "You're dangerous."

The woman gestured to her discarded spear far from her reach. "What can I possibly do? You'll cut me down faster than my claws can strike." She gritted her teeth in pain. "Besides, I require your help."

Hesitating, Kifi searched for any hint of a threat. No longer did she fight the strange whispers that echoed quietly, feeling herself taking a step without thinking. "My sister tends to our cuts. I can't help you."

"Please, at least take a look." The woman scowled at herself. "If you truly cannot assist me, I may ask for the use of your spear. A clean death is preferable to this agony, though I must be sure."