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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39th of Twic, 766 BVE.

Sanctuary of The Mother.

"It's coming!" Aifa screamed.

Darmi was more than ready. Kneeling between her mistress's spread thighs, ready to assist with the approaching birth, her eyes widened as a slimy crimson tentacle wiggled its way out of Aifa's vagina.

Throwing her head back, Aifa broke. The pleasure of birth was one she could never grow accustomed to, each feeling as if it was her first, yet when her latest child slowly pushed through her birth canal, the pleasure of the orgasm it caused was more than she could endure.

When the darkness of unconsciousness should've claimed her, she gasped, watching the world drain of all color within an instant. Blinking, her pleasure vanishing, it appeared as if time itself had paused around her.

Was she dead? Had the unnatural pleasure of her births finally killed her? Looking around, she felt a deep unease claim her, utterly confused, fighting to keep her breathing calm, only to realize she had no need to breathe.

"Vaecath?" She nervously stood up, though when she looked down, she was horrified to see that her body was still on the ground where she had left it. Legs still parted, her face frozen in time as it remained twisted in absolute ecstasy, her birth was paused as grey tentacles were in the process of emerging from her grey body. Darmi prepared to catch the child, unmoving.

"What...is this?" she muttered, looking at her hands, seemingly as solid and real as she remembered. When she heard the voice behind her, she whirled around, preparing her claws.

"The Red Vessel? She was the first mother?"

The words were uttered in a tongue she had never heard, yet still she understood. A figure approached through the colorless landscape of the frozen cave, and Aifa lowered her claws, recognizing her instantly. The young woman from her visions came to a stop before her. With short black hair and pale skin, she was as strange as Aifa remembered. She possessed no tail. No antennae decorated her head. Rather than solid orbs of blue, her eyes glowed silver around her dark pupils.

Aifa had heard tales of strange beings beyond the borders of the deep jungle. She knew Cavaries were not the only sapient creatures to roam the continent. Explorers spoke of beings bearing purple skin, and others the color of orange, species that inhabited the lands outside the vast Cavari territory. This woman, however, was of a species she had never heard a single whisper of, save for her own visions.

"A human womb shall bear The Artist. Divine blood shall mix in his veins. The created will become the creator."

She heard Vaecath's whispers inside her head. When she blinked, the flat belly of the woman instantly swelled with an advanced pregnancy. "Human? I don't understand."

Stepping closer, she realized the woman wasn't looking at her, but ratherthroughher. When she dared to poke her pale arm, her finger passed through as if she was little more than a ghost. "What is this? She's not real! Vaecath...I don't understand."

"The Silver Vessel waits after the end. Find her in the darkness. Seek Synaalag."

The whispers shifted inside her head, and she felt an urge to touch her once more. Hand drawn to the girl's pregnancy, Aifa placed it on her swollen belly, finding it solid and real. Her fingers tingled, as if touching a future she couldn't understand, feeling time twisting around her.

A deep sensation of peace trickled up her arm, the whispers calming her. The pregnancy touching her palm felt right,natural, the conclusion of all she had hoped to build. In her gasp was the future of her children, even if she couldn't yet understand how.

The faint outlines of fleeing Cavaries ran past her through the grey fog consuming her world. Little more than ghosts, their faces were twisted in terror.

"The Red Vessel. Mother of tentacles. Mistress of the apocalypse."

The cave frozen in time around her seemed to fade into the haze, and beyond she saw the outline of the central ziggurat of Aslyd. Tentacles crept up the pyramidal structure.

"Bringer of their doom."

The outline of tentacles snatched fleeing women, pulling their bare bodies into their grasp. The ghostly vision should've struck fear into Aifa's heart, yet as she continued to feel the woman, she felt only peace. The world of Cavaries was coming to an end. Her own species had done nothing but ruined all she cared for. Soon, she'd make them step aside as she brought forth a new world for her children.

"Beware their rise."

This time, the strange words came from the young woman's pretty lips, soft and elegant, yet foreboding.

As the visions faded, Aifa felt a tentacle coil around her neck, joined by another, and a third. Three tentacles began to squeeze the breath from her. Though she needed no air, she clawed at them, only to see a flash of light from above.

Blinded, she felt herself being pulled back towards her true body. With a gasp, the world regained its color as time resumed.

Returned to reality, the entirety of her pleasure resumed at once. Like a tsunami she could never hope to endure, her unnatural orgasm ripped violently through her, shattering her mind.

As the last of her child's crimson tentacles slipped from her loins, she was banished to the darkness of unconsciousness.

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Aifa awoke gasping.

"You're safe, mistress," Darmi's soothing voice came from her side, guiding her attention back to reality.

Disoriented, she gripped the girl's hand tightly, panting, frantically peering around the tiny room with its walls of hanging vines.

"Mistress of the apocalypse," she thought to herself. Gradually calming, she yanked her hand away in embarrassment when she realized what she was clinging to.

Darmi offered a comforting smile, resting on her side. Behind her, the vines were parted to reveal the darkness of the colossal cave of their sanctuary.

The sight of the girl calmed her more than she'd ever admit, though as she rolled to meet her, tiny crimson tentacles stole her attention. Nestled between them, embraced tightly in Darmi's grasp, Aifa's child writhed as it savored its first day of life. She felt its whispers caressing her mind, feeling the truth of it, a name she couldn't help but utter. "Cycath."

"So he claims to be," Darmi chuckled, feeling the tiny tentacles exploring her abdomen. They wiggled against the soft skin of her flat belly, as if sensing the newly empty womb inside. Having given birth only the day before, Darmi's child had been as simple as the previous creature that had slipped from her loins, aseedling. It had quickly blended in with the rest before being sent out to seek its fertile prey.

Through the opening, Aifa saw Erimi lying limply upon the cave floor nearby, her arms bound behind her back, her belly flat as she recovered from a recent birth of her own. Further away, she heard the wet sounds of tentacles sliding inside feminine flesh, hearing the mindless whimpers of Kifi in the distance.

Taking silent delight in her latest offspring, Aifa let a tentacle wrap curiously around her finger. The ominous words from her vision disquieted her, though she gave it no voice, seeking to bask in the satisfaction of her motherhood.

Movement through the gap caught her eye. Looking past Darmi, Aifa had little time to prepare herself before Erimi tore through the vines. With a blade in her hands, little more than a carefully sharpened shard of rock, she loosed a warrior's cry as she furiously sought to slay her mistress.

Darmi screamed in horror as she pulled Cycath away to safety, though Aifa rushed to her feet, survival instincts driving her limbs. No stranger to a fight, she defended herself with her claws, retreating away from the hateful slashes of her attacker as her black spear sat out of reach.

"Vile...horrid...monster!" Erimi screamed with every swipe. The warrior they thought to be broken had merely been in hiding, it seemed, preparing for her chance. "Die! Die! Die!"

Aifa gritted her teeth in pain as the crude dagger carved a large gash across her forearm. She didn't notice that Kifi's distant moans had suddenly halted.

Though holding Cycath tightly to her chest, Darmi fought through her terror and surprise, trying to assist her mistress with her own claws. "Stop! Erimi, no!"

Even with madness in her eyes, her skill was far greater than either of her captors, forcing Aifa's back against the rear wall, made of stone rather than vines.

A shadow spread through the tiny gaps between the vines as a mass loomed above the tiny room. With a frantic hatred driving Erimi's hand, she didn't see the black tentacles preparing to rip through the false walls before it was too late. They snatched her in a tight hold, yanking her backwards and dragging her out into the cave as she screamed.

Aifa hurried to follow, watching Vaecath's colossal mass lift the would-be assassin into the air, dangling her from her ankle. Erimi slashed wildly in terror, her final chance for revenge torn away as the beast pried the blade from her hand. Tentacles coiled around her body, constricting, binding her tightly as her hopes died.

Clutching at her wound, Aifa regarded the fallen blade with disgust, eying the remnants of the vines that had restrained Erimi as they lay cut apart. She wanted to retrieve her spear and drive it through the defiant woman, gritting her teeth in rage.

"Mistress...are you alright?" Darmi asked, trying to take hold of her wounded arm, though Aifa yanked it away.

In his cage nearby, Wair was roused by the commotion, watching his daughter struggling to break free of the squeezing tentacles.

"How long have you planned this little show?" Aifa picked up the stone blade as bioluminescent blue blood dripped heavily down her arm. "How long have you dreamt of my death?"

Reacting to her thoughts, the tentacles lowered the bound woman to meet Aifa's gaze. "I'll kill you! I'll cut your throat for-" A tentacle wrapped around Erimi's head, concealing her mouth. She shook her head in rage as her hate was muffled.

Aifa slapped her, bringing the blade to the woman's throat. "You had your chance. Now, I'll have mine."

"Mistress, no!" Darmi grabbed her hand.

"She tried to take my life!" Aifa whirled on her. "Here, inmysanctuary!"

"She's helpless! She won't have another chance to harm you!" Darmi argued.

Aifa sneered, glancing at the cut vines. "So we already believed." She yanked her hand from Darmi's grasp, though didn't return it to her victim's neck. "This is what Cavaries do, Darmi. They take and they take, and when you're foolish enough to believe you're finally safe, they find a way to shatter your peace once more."

"Yet we need this one." Darmi offered pleading eyes.

"We have wombs to spare." Aifa gestured to the women strewn throughout the cave. At the sound of their sister's screams, Faima and Cirui had made their way to witness what was occurring while slime and seed poured down their thighs from recent breedings. Their arms were tied behind their backs, though they hardly required restraints, never daring to show resistance. "Why do you seek to save this one? You've seen that she won't offer us the same mercy."

Darmi bit her lip. "She acted out of desperation, hoping to protect her family."

"As will the people of Aslyd when my children swarm their walls. Will you ask for mercy then as well?"

She shook her head, though it was a reluctant motion. Darmi knew she was being hypocritical, yet as she watched the woman squirm in terror, she couldn't help herself. "We must slay their armies when they come for us. I know. We have no choice. Yet we stole the home of these women, their wombs, and their minds. It's only natural that some will reject the endless pleasure we seek to offer."

Aifa raised a stern brow, unconvinced. A tentacle coiled around Erimi's neck, tightening as the bound woman struggled in Vaecath's squeezing grasp.

Darmi had offered her personal justification. She knew her mistress wouldn't be convinced until she spoke of Aifa's. "The armies that we'll face will only threaten our survival. Without wombs, they can never be made into tools that will aid us. That's the difference, is it not?" She swallowed nervously, though never looked away. "After all the children Erimi has birthed for us, surely she deserves mercy."

"Mercy," Aifa nearly spat back. As she saw the determination in the girl's eyes, however, she despised that her own anger began to slip. "She tried to take my life. My mercy won't be a gentle one."

The faintest smile of relief found Darmi's lips. "Yes, mistress. Punish her if you'd like. It's only fair."

Face hardening in thought, Aifa reluctantly gave in, grumbling to herself. "Fine. So be it. I suppose she is still a useful womb." She watched as the tentacle around Erimi's neck loosened, and the woman inhaled frantic breaths through her nostrils. "She may despise you for this, Darmi. Death would have been quicker than what's to come."

Knowing her thoughts, Vaecath's tentacles unraveled around his prisoner, holding her wrists and ankles. Erimi fought fruitlessly against his strength as her limbs were slowly pulled far apart.

"Come, mistress," Darmi insisted, choosing to ignore Aifa's spiteful warning as she gently took her arm. "We need to tend to your wound."

Erimi uttered muffled shouts that dripped with hatred as her legs were forced as far apart as her flexible body could stretch. The beast knew his mistress's aims as Aifa sat down on a nearby rock that jutted from the smooth ground, scowling at the prisoner.

Black tentacles prodded at her bound body. She tried to kick, yet her strong legs were no match for the tentacles holding her firm. Her chest rose and fell with frantic breaths, fighting to escape as tentacles began to creep up her thighs.

A whine of utter hatred escaped her as they neared her vulnerable sex, grimacing, preparing for her fate. She had endured the rough handling of the monstrosities in the cave more times than she could remember. No matter how hard they pounded into her, no matter how deep they stabbed into her experienced holes, she would endure.

When the tentacles halted before reaching her lower lips, however, her eyes opened in confusion. The tentacles settled their attention onto her inner thighs, beginning to lick up and down across her crimson skin. The slime tingled everywhere it touched, spreading with every movement, dripping down her legs.

Aifa watched her confusion turn to panic as a tentacle brushed against the underside of her arm. The stimulation caused her to twitch.

Never did the tentacles creep any closer to her waiting sex. They simply continued to tease her, tips tracing over the powerful shape of her strong thighs. Erimi muttered into the tentacle wrapped around her mouth, glaring at the woman she had sought to slay.

Darmi began to wrap Aifa's bleeding arm as her mistress watched, hearing the muffled gasp escape Erimi as a tentacle swiped up her side, licking across her underarm. A subtle whine was heard from the prisoner, a revelation of what she dreaded most.

"For all her strength and prowess, deep down, this one is the weakest of her sisters," Aifa said with a bitter satisfaction, feeling the woman's mind as Vaecath's whispers pried open the prisoner's secrets. "Our formidable warrior is...sensitive."

Once more the tentacle licked across Erimi's underarm. Once more she squirmed. Panic seeped into her defiant gaze as her body shuddered in response, her feminine muscles tightening as her other arm was targeted.

Settling upon their targets of torment, two tentacles began to lick at Erimi's underarms, tickling her with slow, precise movements. With her arms pulled tightly above her head, she could do little but squirm, entirely unable to protect herself.

Aifa savored her panic, watching her thrash. A sting of pain as Darmi finished wrapping her arm was a reminder of her bitterness. Cavaries would always threaten to take whatever she could grasp.

Fighting against her strong restraints, Erimi's muffled protests were only beginning, for the slimy tentacles at her thighs began to flick their tips across her sensitive skin.

Others found her sides, licking at her feminine curves, tracing her many scars. Squirming, writhing, Erimi's gaze brimmed with utter panic, her weakness brought forth for all to see.

And all did see indeed. Summoned by their mistress's mental will, Jynae-bal's golden tentacles guided the others closer, gathering the women before their struggling kin. They knelt, bearing witness to the fate of anyone that sought to harm their mistress.

Exposed, bound, squirming, Erimi's shame matched her sensitivity, tickled mercilessly before the sight of her sisters and father. The tentacles offered no respite, licking at her most sensitive areas as her sex was left alone to subtly quiver, denied of the stimulation the rest of her body was tormented by. When a tentacle brushed the sensitive bristles of the antenna at the tip of her tail, held firmly by another, she cried out.

Settling at her mistress's side, Darmi blushed. The sight of the bound woman couldn't help but stir a submissive curiosity, feeling a dampness forming between her soft thighs at every passing moment as Erimi thrashed helplessly.

A tentacle traced up the prisoner's midriff, spreading slime across her delectable form. It began to drip down her glistening skin, a slow race down towards her waiting loins. Her hips lightly bucked as it approached, only for the slime to be wiped away just before it reached its destination, leaving her lower lips untouched.

Other tentacles aided their touch to her thighs. Their speed began to increase, frantically licking at her sensitive skin, dangerously close to her vulnerable womanhood. Others crept down her legs, making her cry out into her gag in horror as they found her feet, dragging across the undersides of her soles.

A warmth radiated from between Darmi's legs as she began to subtly rub her soft thighs together. The sight before her was cruel, though necessary, a better fate than death. As she watched Erimi frantically writhe, however, she wasn't entirely certain if the bound woman would agree.

Wair remained kneeling in his cage, pressing his forehead against the bars, helpless to save his tormented daughter. Gagged, arms still tied behind his back, he could merely watch his firstborn suffer. As her body reacted to every little tickle and lick, however, watching her denied loins growing subtly moist, he felt his manhood beginning to harden at the sight.

For all she had survived during her hunts to provide for her family, Erimi had finally encountered something she couldn't survive. Her own skin was turned against her, a weakness, a weapon Vaecath utilized until she thrashed wildly to escape the beast's tickling tentacles. Never did they stop. Never did they slow. They knew precisely where to strike to drive her to madness, only increasing their pace with every agonizing minute.