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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2nd of Senin, 767 BVE.

Sanctuary of The Mother.

Tentacles had been unleashed upon the world. They were safe inside their new sanctuary. A harem of bound wombs was at their mercy, birthing new tentacled children to join the horde. Despite all they had gained, however, Darmi couldn't help but scowl at a memory of her tribe.

Beneath her, Vaecath's black tentacles caressed her crimson body as she rested in his grasp. Thighs parted, she released a soft breath as her fingers teased her lower lips, her eyes closed in thought.

"Bearer of abominations," the memory ran through her head. She could still feel the vines they had bound her with. She could still feel the sting of betrayal as the men took turns between her legs. She could still feel her rage and submission when they spat upon her.

A moan escaped her lips. The constant need between her legs was never satisfied. Even now, tormented by the past, her loins offered no mercy from the obsessive urges demanding her touch.

One eye peeked open. Nestled near the center of the cave, she found herself alone. Aifa was surely resting during such a late hour, and the slaves were littered about the cave, breathing softly, exhausted from enduring vigorous tentacles hour after hour, day after day. As she saw Wair's cage nearby, however, Darmi's scowl deepened.

Her finger lightly teased the sensitive bud of her petite clit as she remembered her months of mistreatment by her tribe. They had been her family, her companions, the only people she had known all her life. In the end, when she had been impregnated against her will, they had turned on her without mercy, and her father had merely stood by. She moaned with a simmering rage.

The mixing emotions rushing through her were a puzzle. One moment, she wanted to weep. A moment later, she wanted to enact her vengeance. Eying Wair, the battle inside her doubled. The man disgusted her, yet she had shown him mercy.

As if sensing her emotions, Vaecath caressed her stomach, leaving a trail of slime across her crimson skin. Like the slaves, her latest pregnancy was already beginning to show. The spawn of Ayaalag grew swiftly inside her womb, a fact that delighted her on any other day whenever she held her soft swell, yet tonight she simply couldn't discard the memories clinging to her.

Her finger ventured inside her cunny as she studied Wair's cage. A second followed, coaxing a moan as she began to massage her most sensitive inner area just as Aifa had taught her. The blue bioluminescent light of her labia softly illuminated her fingers, matching the glow of her eyes as she peered at the colossal dome high above.

She needed more, she knew. Many options lay before her. It would be simple to guide a black tentacle inside her, for Vaecath was certain to utterly satisfy the addictive cravings of her loins. If she desired a skilled tongue instead, she could always wake Irima.

The possibilities lingered before her, tantalizing, yet she couldn't help but eye the cage once more instead. With a moan, her hips lightly bucked against her hand. "Father...curse you..."

He had failed her. He had stood by as his daughter was violated and used by their tribe. Wair was no better. In many ways he was worse, yet Darmi had spared him all the same. For all her talk of wanting to punish her tribe and father, whenever Aifa pondered if the moment was right to dispose of Wair, Darmi had argued for his life.

She scowled at herself.

A shock of pain made her yelp as one of Vaecath's writhing appendages accidentally brushed the stump of her missing antenna. The beast caressed her cheek as if in apology, though she stood up.

Broken momentarily from her memories, she took a breath, eyeing the cage. Peering around, ensuring she remained unseen, she hesitated a final time before approaching Wair's prison.

She found the man slumped against the bars, hands bound behind his back. The sight of him was enough to give her pause, feeling her scowl falter. When his eyes opened a moment later, she was met with his rage when he blinked away his sleep, and her own returned.

"You failed your daughters," she said quietly. "They needed you, yet you didn't fight for them." It was a half-truth, one he had heard many times, yet she hardly cared.

Wair could do nothing but regard her with a silent resentment. Gagged, he maneuvered onto his knees with muffled grunts.

The aching need between her legs continued to demand her attention. She gripped the bars. "You deserve to be punished."

For a moment, the man kneeling inside the cage wasn't Wair, but a thin man with a single eye. She blinked away the image of her father.

Uncertain of herself, she began to unfasten the door to the cage. She knew temptation was driving her hand, the consuming arousal ever-present within her broken mind lowering her guard. In this place, the only danger was what she'd inflict upon herself. "Vaecath?"

The beast understood her intentions without a word. Wair's eyes went wide with terror, thrashing as he was dragged from his cage by black tentacles.

She watched his fear, guilt tainting her desire, yet she forced her scowl to remain. "You used your daughters to satisfy your lusts." She hesitated, yet the throbbing of her loins demanded to proceed. "I'll do the same to you."

Confusion flavored his expression as he was forced onto his back. Struggling, his legs were held tightly apart by black tentacles. He regarded her with a curious fury as she stepped closer.

A month had passed since Darmi had permitted Vaecath to grant Wair relief. Denied, pent up, his manhood hung before him, already growing stiff at the sight of her despite his hate.

Disgusted at the sight of his cock, the shaft glowing a bioluminescent blue, she spat on his erection. The cruel action felt strange, distasteful, making her blush with guilt a moment later. This wasn't her.

As she remembered her father watching the men of her tribe taking turns between her bound legs, however, her scowl returned.

"Why didn't you protect them?" She stood over him, slowly lowering herself to straddle his waist. Biting her lip, she felt herself dripping with a deep need. "You failed them as a father."

Wair's eyes opened wide as she rubbed her labia against his cock, soaking his shaft in her juices. His manhood twitched as if in response to a female's presence.

"Now your daughters carry the offspring of tentacles in their wombs," she said, watching him wince at her words. The anguish in his eyes at the fate of his daughters made her hesitate, yet the rigid erection pressing against her lower lips caused her parted thighs to quiver.

The pleasure of her pretty body was a privilege FAR greater than he deserved to experience, though she couldn't stop. The ache of her loins was too great, her cravings pushing her to proceed. She didn't know if it was justice to grant him the same treatment he had inflicted upon his daughters, yet just as their bodies had existed only to grant him satisfaction, his cock's only purpose would now be to pleaseher.

Closing her eyes, Wair was once again replaced with the man with one eye. In her mind, her father's face was as stern as ever, regarding her actions with disgust. Scowling, feeling her ire rising, she began to sink down on his cock, groaning softly as it slid inch by inch into her dripping cunny.

"Curse...you..." she muttered to herself, whimpering at the feeling of being penetrated by a Cavari cock after so long. Though notnearlyas pleasurable as a tentacle, her thoughts brought a deep blush to her cheeks, the taboo fantasy mixing with her natural urge for a male.

When she opened her eyes, she watched Wair's gaze flutter in bliss. With his cock buried as deeply as it could reach, his body tightened in pleasure that mixed with the hate lingering in his eyes. She matched it with her own as she began to rock her hips.

"We gave you...ahh...a great gift," she said, putting her hands on his chest to support herself. "Your bloodline...ahh...has been blessed with Onaalag's blood."

Aifa would've been more inclined to explain the value of Onaalag's spawn, for Darmi merely wanted to see Wair squirm at the words.

"Yet you're disgusted...ahh...by your new grandchildren, aren't you?" She touched her pregnant swell, and suddenly her father was beneath her once more. "Are you disgusted...ahh...by me as well? Is the thought...ahh...of the tentacles growing in my womb vile to you?"

She felt his manhood twitching excitedly inside her. After months of denial, receiving relief only a single time during the entirety of his imprisonment, his loins no doubt were screaming in ecstasy at being inside her tight, warm, young vagina.

Rubbing her belly, she moaned at the sight of his hate. It was wrong to tease him. It was cruel to taunt him. She felt guilt building inside her, yet Darmi couldn't stop.

She remembered every face of every member of her former tribe that had found satisfaction between her legs while she was bound. She remembered every night she had spent in the jungle, huddled with Aifa, terrified that she'd be eaten by a monstrosity. She remembered the agony of losing her antenna, of her fear as she was surrounded by Audir's men. Her journey had been long and harsh, all because her father had rejected his child when she found an abomination in her womb.

Emotion tortured her as she moaned.

"I hate you..." she whispered, bouncing up and down on Wair's cock. "I hate you..."

The man's resentment gradually gave way to confusion at her soft words. His muffled groans of pleasure spoke of his quickly approaching finish. After so long without the satisfaction of his daughters, the squeezing tightness of a twat was more than he could endure.

She watched him writhe beneath her petite body. Vaecath's tentacles restrained him tightly. If a single flicker of a desire to escape her cunny had ever been present, the beast left no chance for him to retreat. His cock was entirely at the mercy of her warm tunnel.

"Cum inside me...ahh...you evil, vile man..."she whispered. Closing her eyes, she imagined her father's groans.

Darmi did nothing to ease her movements at the obvious signs of his approaching limit. Instead, she bounced faster, forcing his cock to slide inside her deeply each time she rose and fell.

"Cum inside me..." She felt her own orgasm approaching. The one-eyed man of her fantasies glared with disapproval in her thoughts. "Please..."

Wair squirmed in the grasp of the tentacles. The beast that had violated and impregnated his daughters now forced him to copulate with his young mistress. Obvious ecstasy danced in his hateful gaze, taking in the sight of the pretty girl riding his cock.

"Please..."She felt her body growing tight, clenching, preparing for her finish.

With a muffled groan that echoed loudly, he bucked his hips as hard as he could manage in his slimy restraints.

"Daddy..." Darmi cried out at the feeling of his warm seed spurting inside her. With a thought of the one-eyed man lingering, her body trembled as she moaned with a deep release, finding her orgasm.

Wair's eyes briefly rolled back before his climax was finished, falling limp within Vaecath's grasp.

Reclaiming control over herself as her pleasure gradually faded, she looked down at her victim, feeling disgust rising within her at her actions. Slowly, with a soft gasp, she lifted her hips until his manhood slid from her loins.

His cock had served its mistress, laying limp and content. Wair, however, met her with renewed hatred.

She pulled away, standing. A Cavari male could never hope to produce the quantities of sperm Vaecath unleashed with every climax, and though she felt Wair's seed drip down her thigh, it was not the waterfall that seemed to ooze from her after enjoying a tentacle.

Darmi stared at him in silence. She wondered if she should apologize. Instead, her scowl returned as she waved him away. Vaecath obeyed, dragging the man back into his cage.

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She didn't find sleep that night, though not for a lack of trying. Each time she closed her eyes, she was met with the stern face of the one-eyed man.

Hours later, when Vaecath informed her that it was morning, for no hint of sunlight shattered the protection of their domed sanctuary, she crept her way to Aifa's sleeping mat. Nestling against the side of her mistress, she did her best to prevent her from waking, savoring the safety of her arms.

"Darmi?" Aifa tried to pull away when her eyes eventually opened, realizing she wasn't alone. Darmi stopped her, moving closer.

"Mistress, please." She held Aifa's arms around her in an embrace, both resting on their side. "Just a few more minutes."

Sighing with annoyance, Aifa mercifully relented, hearing the emotion in the girl's voice. When she could endure the affection no more, she broke the silence. "What troubles you?"

A rush of words threatened to burst free at once at the question. Darmi fought to restrain herself, daring to speak only when she could manage a steady voice. "I think it's time." She swallowed. "I need to face my tribe."

Aifa swiftly rose on her elbow. "Don't be foolish. We've only just begun to expand."

Biting her lip, Darmi nodded. "I know, though I need to go. They must face justice."

Pondering for a moment, Aifa carefully returned her arm around the girl. "You'll have your vengeance. I promise, Darmi, though now is not the time." Concern flavored her tone despite her efforts. "Wait until the end of this birth, and another after that."

Darmi shifted against her. "That's far too long, mistress."

Aifa touched her belly as the image of crimson tentacles flashed through her mind. "This next birth is monumental, child. I need you at my side. I need you with me as our army expands. Two births, Darmi. Such is all I ask. Afterwards, I'll grant you as many beasts as you require to punish your former tribe."

Reluctantly, Darmi nodded without a word. Part of her was relieved with the delay. Another part of her wanted to weep. When she realized Aifa still hadn't pulled away, her attention shifted to her mistress.

Sliding closer, her rump nestled against Aifa's lap, Darmi permitted herself to feel safe once more, feeling the hint of a smile touch her lips.

Perhaps she could wait a while longer.

10th of Senin, 767 BVE.

The Holy City of Aslyd.

As Mauron heard the echoes of clashing weapons, he nearly permitted himself to hope. It would've been a fool's hope, but hope nonetheless.

"Faster!" Audir barked at a nearby man. "Keep up!"

The courtyard was lined with countless pairs of men, each dueling with wooden spears, the points blunted. More came each day to answer the call of their holy Knowledge Holder. None knew the true purpose of their training, yet under the supervision of Audir, the first army in history began to take form.

Audir groaned with frustration before yanking the training spear from the hands of another man, beginning to demonstrate what he sought to teach them himself. The grand army Mauron required was an army of boys and soft men. Never had they been required to fight for survival, safe behind the colossal walls of Aslyd from birth.

Such walls would not hold back the approaching darkness, Mauron knew.

As he watched the countless new warriors duel, he peered up at the sky. Empty and blue, he longed to see The Chimira above them once more. Would The Creator save them from their doom if he knew what his first creation had unleashed? Or was it his will to see them fall? Mauron felt lost, yet in the end, it would matter little. The Chimira wouldn't return for another decade, and their time was far shorter.