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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19th of Thriduin, 767 BVE.

Deep Jungle.

The tunnel around Kifi felt strange, familiar. She couldn't remember how she had found it, nor why she had come. Slowly, feeling her way through the darkness, the wounds within her mind began to close with flickers of memory.

"Home,"she whispered. Hours ago, she had come through this very tunnel from her home. Why had she gone? Fingers tightened around the shaft of a spear. Ah, yes, a hunt. For whom?

Faces flickered through her mind as she crept through the darkness. Beautiful faces, similar to her own, seeing a reflection of who she had been in her thoughts.Sisters. Their shared source was clear, remembering their father's smug grin. Reality began to pour through the cracks in her mind. "Wair...master...forgive me."

Why must he forgive her? She touched the side of her head, holding the spear as if clinging to life. When a deep ache pulsated from between her legs, she gasped, remembering her mistress, her Aifa, andgolden tentaclesslithering, dripping. She stopped to cup her groin, almost afraid her body would stop her from touching her prize. No longer was her vagina her own, now belonging entirely to her mistress. The seed of the tentacled beast had been wiped from her skin, yet a hand upon her flat belly sent a tingle down her spine, knowing the secret in her womb.Her purpose was to breed.

"No..." Kifi grabbed her head, trembling. That wasn't her purpose for the moment. Her spear was needed. Her blade must be ready for the horrid deed ahead.

"Forgive me," she muttered once more as she crept towards the red light at the end of the tunnel. There was no other way to save her family than betrayal. There was no other way to grant them a taste of the bliss she had felt.

Closing her eyes, she thought of the promise of her new mistress.Freedom. Her mind seemed to swirl. The freedom she imagined was little more than a blinding light, a feeling, a craving, oozing through her mind even when she tried to banish the thought. She felt something wrapping around her brain, holding tight, her mind a haze as she continued with slow steps. When she reached the crudely carved stairs leading up into the safety of the cave, the haze thinned, her aims clear.

"Where in The Creator's name have you been? I was beginning to worry that something had snatched you in the jungle!" Faima nearly trembled as she wrapped Kifi into a tight hug the moment she ascended the tunnel's stairs, emerging beneath the vast dome. The embrace sent memories sparking, feeling the soft skin of Kifi's sweetest sister, yet she clung to her spear.

A chuckle came from the side. Freeing herself of Faima's hold, Kifi turned to see Erimi sharpening her spear nearby with a rock. Long, messy braids hung over her breasts, her many scars a reminder that she had seen the worst the jungle had to offer. "And with no kill. Wair won't be pleased." She ran a finger over the blade, finding it adequate. "Won't be getting your orgasm today, it seems. How unfortunate."

Her sister's words brought a tingle to Kifi's loins as she clenched her thighs together. She had received her orgasm already, a torturous thing she'd never forget for the rest of her existence, the greatest and most painful of her life. It required careful control not to tremble. "Where is he?"

Erimi snorted and nodded to the right. "He has his cock buried in Irima. Maybe the feeling of her cunt will soften his mood when he sees your failure."

Kifi left them behind, clutching her spear, scowling. Never did Wair do anything but satisfy his lusts. Their hands served his hunger by hunting. Their bodies served his desires. Once more freedom flashed in her mind. Once more she grimaced."Forgive me."

Cirui was carving a small figure from a chunk of wood when Kifi passed. "Hey!" She jumped up with the smug grin of their father upon her lips, though it softened as she scratched her short hair. "About earlier...your spear..." She shrugged, offering the figure. "No hard feelings."

Kifi regarded the figure. Carved into the shape of a woman, tiny wooden hands caressing wooden breasts, Kifi felt the smooth round hips in her grasp. "Thank you," she said quietly, surprised.

"Failed the hunt anyway, huh?" Cirui offered a teasing smile. "Better hurry, then. Father is almost done with Irima."

The figure in her grasp gave her pause. Hesitation was burned away by the flash of freedom urging her to proceed. Gritting her teeth, she walked away. "Forgive me."

She heard the sounds of pleasure before she found them. Nestled behind a wall of hanging vines, she found Wair on his back upon Irima's sleeping mat. Her sister straddled his waist, rocking her hips with soft mutterings of desire.

Wair held his daughter's hips tightly, guiding her. Even on the bottom he remained in control. Savoring the sight of her flowing white hair cascading down her slender crimson body, he groaned with a satisfaction that warned of his approaching finish.

Kifi merely watched, knowing the punishment for interrupting her master's pleasure. Irima whimpered, gentle lips begging for more, parting in lust. When a hard slap upon her thigh commanded her to lift, she concealed her disappointment well as his seed spit to coat her lower lips as she held herself over his cock. No doubt her loins ached just as Kifi's had hours earlier, left unsatisfied, having yet to earn her finish.

As Wair roughly forced Irima to roll off, he regarded Kifi with a taunting smirk. "Ah, so she returns emptyhanded. A shame." His attention returned to Irima as she rested beside him, a finger gliding through incestuous seed between her skinny thighs. "Guess your tongue won't taste her tonight. I was going to let you make her scream."

"Forgive me," Kifi squeezed her spear.

"Forgive? You know the punishment for failure, aside from the ache tingling in your cunny." He patted his lap, sitting up. "Come. Bend over."

A shake of her head sealed her fate. There was no going back. "No, forgive me not for my failure, but for my freedom." The spear thrust forward, pressing firmly against his neck.

Shocked, Wair swallowed with a careful glare, feeling the blade at his throat. "Child, have you lost your-"

"Silence!" Pressing harder, she watched a faint trickle of glowing blue blood run down his neck. "Forgive me, yet I serve you no more! Stand!"

"Kifi..." Irima muttered, watching with horror.

Solid Cavari eyes of blue shown with hate as he carefully obeyed. Seeking signs of weakness, she offered none, coming behind to hold the blade to his back as she nudged him to walk. They stepped out from behind the vines, and already her sisters were approaching at the noise of her shouts. They froze the moment they saw the truth.

Erimi brought her own blade to bear. "Kifi, put the spear down. We've all had to endure master's punishments, and you'll-"

"I'll run my spear through his back if you try to stop me!" Kifi shouted. She could feel tendrils squeezing her mind, as if tentacles danced behind her maddened gaze. "My mistress requires our home! She requires our wombs!" She gritted her teeth. "Forgive me!"

Cirui had snatched the remains of her broken spear, yet Faima merely raised calming hands, horrified and disarmed. "Kifi, please, don't-"

"Aifa!" The call certainly wouldn't reach through the tunnel and outside, yet she felt a stirring in her mind, as if the tentacles squirmed at her thoughts.Her mistress approached."Kneel! All of you! Throw your spears at my feet! If a single ounce of love for our father remains, show it now!"

Defiance burned in Erimi's eyes. Cirui appeared lost, a hidden agony twisting her lips. Irima was the first to kneel, followed by Faima. When at last Cirui tossed her spear and joined them, a rage remained in Erimi's gaze as she too dropped her weapon, kicking it towards Kifi with disgust.

Something echoed from behind. A faint sound of dripping liquid approached from the tunnel entrance. Turning, Faima clung to Irima, and Erimi regarded the sound with a deadly stare. Finally, Aifa climbed the stairs, marching from the tunnel as Jynae-bal writhed behind her.

"Mistress...I've obeyed. Please, spare them as you promised!" Kifi demanded, her fingers twitching.

Aifa strode in silence, regarding her prizes with satisfaction. The black spear in her grasp tapped the stone ground with every step as she approached. "You did well. They're safe from my blade, though not from the seed of my children." She regarded the kneeling women with ample curiosity, eyes studying their alluring features. "You've brought me a sanctuary. You've brought me fertile pawns. You'll have the freedom I offer, Kifi, though we're far from finished here." Aifa pressed the black spear to Wair's back, replacing Kifi's. "Bind them.Tightly.Then find a vine to bind your own wrists."

Fingers twitching, a fog rolling through her mind, Kifi nodded. "If I must...mistress."

21st of Thriduin, 767 BVE.

Deep Jungle.

Audir listened to the surrounding jungle. He heard the sounds of distant chirps, of the gentle stream he crouched beside, of his men cutting meat from the bones of a striped beast behind. He heard a loud buzzing, and as he peered up, he watched a bulbous monstrosity fly far overhead, twice the length of his own body. He offered no complaint as the socket of his missing eye throbbed.

"High Seeker, we may rendezvous with the others within a day," a young man said from behind.

When Audir peered back, he saw the boy straighten with a grimace he couldn't conceal. He understood. He had seen his own reflection in the stream.

"That remains your wish, yes?" He almost sounded disappointed.

Audir nodded.

The boy looked away. "We were close. With a few more days, we may have found-"

"Tell me, boy." Audir rose. "Tell me of our prey. How many do we hunt?"

The young man swallowed. "Two Cavari females and their beast, High Seeker."

"Beasts," Audir corrected, the word dripping from his lips. "The great one's offspring has bred, and its kin still live. I saw the golden beast at its side myself."

"Yes, High Seeker." The boy never met his eye. "All the more reason to continue hunting the-"

"The trail is lost. We've found no sign for days." Audir felt his wounds ache as his lips tightened, feeling the long cuts where Aifa's claws had claimed his flesh. "We search blindly. They've slipped from our grasp, and now their kind shall spread as their nature demands. We're of more use returning to Aslyd and preparing the city for the inevitable."

"Inevitable?" The boy seemed to regret the question the moment it was uttered.

Audir's deadly stare regarded the boy for a long moment. A single word came as his answer. "Apocalypse."

24th of Thriduin, 767 BVE.

Deep Jungle.

"Is she out there?" Darmi asked as they waited, huddled in the thick vegetation. The jungle was a cacophony of strange noises, a constant reminder that they were prey. She could only hope Aifa would find them before some passing monstrosity.

The whispers in her head felt certain. Vaecath had led her along, creeping slowly, his wounds gradually healing until hardly a flicker of pain echoed in her mind. Darmi wasn't so lucky. Though the tiny stump of her missing antenna had stopped bleeding days ago, she still winced whenever she dared to touch it.

Once more they moved. Once more they stopped. Vaecath squirmed at the distant echo of a silent beacon, a familiar mind reaching out. Darmi could feel it faintly through the beast's whispers inside her head.Someone was summoning them.

Something rustled beside her. Whirling, she hardly had time to bring her claws to bear before a black spear was at her throat.

"You should've heard me sooner," Aifa said as she withdrew the weapon. "I taught you better."

A swift embrace was Darmi's weapon, squeezing her mistress as she met her lips. Aifa savored the girl's touch and taste, enduring her affection until she pried herself free when her tolerance had dwindled. "Mistress...you live!"

"More. I live in victory." Aifa took her hand. "Come. I've secured our future."

She followed eagerly. "You claimed the cave? Won't the prisoners take advantage of your absence."

"They are tightly secured and under the care of Kifi, their betrayer. Whatever blood she shares with the others is now irrelevant, as she's nowmine." Aifa eyed her confusion with a shrug. "I'll explain later. Besides, I've left Jynae-bal to monitor the prisoners. If they attempt treachery, he'll reach out with a warning."

Moving through the jungle, they carefully avoided the attention of predators roaming the thick trees. A tall white beast with spindly arms and legs lumbered across their path, lacking anything that could be considered a head. An hour later, a creature twice the size of Vaecath noisily climbed a colossal tree, its ten legs and bulbous backside armored in hard chitinous plates. The tree visibly strained under its weight. They granted the creature a wide berth.

"Did they find you?" Aifa broke the silence when her antennae offered no hint of nearby danger. She gestured to the slug in the girl's grasp when she required clarification.

Darmi shook her head. "We moved whenever the slug glowed blue, just like you said. They came close, though never saw us."

"Good." Aifa never took her attention from their surroundings. Finally, when hints of the massive half-sphere were visible through the trees, she permitted a smile. "Welcome home."

Darmi stared in awe as they emerged from the tree line. Faced with the colossal structure, she uttered a giggle of relief. "Magnificent.How do we get inside?"

Leading her around the natural structure, Aifa guided her to the hidden entrance of the tunnel. Making their way through, she felt the cool safety from the humid jungle air outside as they emerged beneath the high dome far overhead. She took a silent joy in seeing Darmi's wonder, watching the girl peer up with a smile stretching from ear to ear. When her gaze found the prisoners, however, her sweet grin faltered.

Kneeling, Wair and his daughters each had received a small cage of their own. With Kifi's assistance, logs bound tightly together with hard vines had fashioned fitting prisons for her new wombs as Aifa awaited Darmi's long approach.

Five sets of solid blue eyes met them with hatred, fear, and submission. Kifi merely greeted her new mistresses with relief, nestled in a cage of her own, on her side as golden tentacles reached through to play between her legs. When Vaecath squeezed through the tunnel, however, all peered at his writhing tentacles with a silent terror.

"They remain where I left them, as promised." Aifa marched to Kifi's cage, watching the woman squeezing the wooden bars in pleasure as the golden tentacle between her legs continued to thrust. A shallow pool of slime mixed with Jynae-bal's seed beneath her, utterly addicted. "How does the freedom I offer taste?"

Kifi merely moaned. Unlike her sisters and father, no gag stifled her voice. Her arms were free, rather than tied tightly behind her back. Darmi eyed the fingers gripping the bars. Her fingernails hadn't been spared, it seemed, for her sharp claws had been shattered and filled dull by a rock. Long would it take to cut through their bindings with claws, Darmi knew well, yet now they were helpless.

"This one betrayed the rest?" she asked. After a nod from her mistress, she clutched her head, wincing as Jynae-bal touched her mind with memories. She witnessed Kifi's torment. She felt the desires of the golden tentacles, craving the womb they had filled. When she saw the truth of Wair, she whirled to peer at the caged man in horror. "His...daughters?"

Aifa chuckled as she crouched to caress Jynae-bal. The creature continued to thrust, his urges as unbearable as Kifi's. The woman could hardly go an hour without his touch, her addiction Aifa's familiar tool. How many times had he filled her? How many times had she finished while her family watched? "Wair sired playthings for his own enjoyment."

Darmi couldn't help but clench her fists. "A father's duty is to protect his children. He chose to breed them instead!"

"Not quite." Aifa stood, wiping the slime coating her fingers upon her thighs. She loomed over Wair's cage, receiving his glare. "You never saw fit to spill your seed inside them. Perhaps you knew deep down their wombs were destined for a greater purpose. Perhaps you simply didn't want more mouths to feed. Either way, the next generation of my children shall thank you."

"He needs to be punished," Darmi stated, her gentle voice filling with resentment.

Aifa frowned. She knew the girl well enough to know the truth of her fragile rage. "What would you have me do, child?"

"I'd...you should..." Darmi blushed, suddenly feeling childish. She shrugged. "He didn't protect them from his own lusts. He should have to watch as he's unable to protect them from ours. Are they...?"

"Pregnant? Only Kifi." Aifa regarded the rest, watching them squirm at her words. "Vaecath has as much of a right to their wombs as Jynae-bal. I thought it best to wait until you both arrive."

The black beast writhed behind, his urges hardly restrained. Darmi met Wair's hate, nodding. "Good."

Walking among the cages, Aifa marched with her hands clasped behind her back. "Yet who first?" She saw Faima's terror. Cirui peered at the floor, fighting to conceal her fear. Erimi's glare was a challenge, eager to draw blood from her captor. Irima whimpered in submission, her eyes seeking mercy. "Vaecath, I'll leave the choice to you."

The black beast crept closer, tentacles grasping, hungry for soft female flesh.

Irima squirmed in her cage as tentacles reached through, desperate to escape. The cramped cage offered nowhere to run. Aifa held him back with a commanding hand long enough to unfasten the door that had been tied shut with vines, removing the final useless barrier between the creature and his prey.

Dripping tentacles coiled around skinny limbs, dragging Irima forth. Hardly did she kick. Hardly did she struggle. Her resistance was merely a subtle tremble, her gentle body unable to escape. Muffled whimpers eased through her gag as tentacles explored her slender curves. Slime wetted crimson skin as wet tendrils found their way between her legs, thighs unable to hold them back.

Kneeling, Wair pressed against his cage, nearly growling at the sight of his daughter's legs parting. He struggled in his bindings as a tentacle slid over her lower lips, making her whimper.

Held in Vaecath's mass of writhing tentacles, Irima could do nothing as her cheeks darkened helplessly. Ensuring her father had a clear view, a tentacle parted her labia and began to slide inside. Wair thrashed as Irima moaned, eyes wide. Erimi threw herself against the bars of her cage. Faima's muffled begging for her sister came desperately.