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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42nd of Twic, 766 BVE.

Sanctuary of The Mother.

Soft moans echoed through the cave as Aifa pinned Darmi to the ground. Crimson skin rubbed against crimson skin. Red hands explored red bodies. Glowing blue loins met, labia grinding, juices mixing.

"Mistress..." Darmi muttered through her enjoyment.

Aifa silenced her with a harsh look, requiring concentration. She focused on their lower lips as they rubbed together, controlling their friction with commanding movements. Even entirely in control, however, the deep ache that demanded her release was never satisfied.

Nearby, the wet noises of dripping slime accompanied the sounds of tentacles writhing against Cavari flesh. Vaecath savored his playthings, making Kifi and Cirui squirm in his grasp. Tendrils explored their curves as he held them tightly. Their eyes rolled back mindlessly as his tentacles pushed in and out of their already pregnant bodies.

Glancing over, Darmi never failed to be intimidated by his size. The beast had grown considerably during their time in the sanctuary, towering over them all. His black tentacles easily held the moaning women far above the ground.

He was far from the only tentacled mass lurking inside the colossal cave, of course. Each day, it seemed that more seedlings arrived from the world outside, gathering together. The small black monstrosities skittered about inside the protection of the sanctuary, as if summoned by their mistress. As Darmi looked up at the natural dome far overhead, she saw hints of motion, seeing squirming tentacles faintly illuminated by the bioluminescent vines as they clung to the cave ceiling above.

Irima loosed a muffled scream of pleasure as she was overtaken by a group of seedlings in the distance. They worked together to pull her thighs apart, though she offered little resistance, knowing her purpose, prepared to be filled with warm sperm until her already fertilized vagina could accept no more.

The seedlings only seemed to stay for a day for two before departing, commanded to seek out fertile women and breed more of their kind before they were permitted to return home once more. The trio, as Darmi had taken to calling them, never left. Unlike their plain and dark kin, Jynae-bal, Ayaalag, and Cycath spent their days merely growing and savoring the harem their mother had provided. Even now, as Darmi moaned beneath Aifa, she heard the whimpers of Faima nearby. Secured to a rock by the tentacles of seedlings seemingly under the influence of the trio, the sweetest daughter of Wair writhed as tentacles of gold, deep blue, and crimson took their pleasure in her tight orifices.

Despite the rough handling of their tentacled mates, the women fared far better than their eldest sister. No matter how many tendrils slithered between their legs at once, no matter how deep the beasts explored their rears, no matter how often they choked on slime and seed, they were all permitted to experience a deeper pleasure than any living being had ever experienced naturally.

Erimi was not so lucky. In the three days that had passed since her cruel punishment, she was forced to merely rest in a cage beside her father's. Arms and legs bound together, eyes blindfolded, her mouth gagged, she could only whimper quietly as she remained discarded. As Aifa had promised, she had found no release. Instead, her hips subtly moved as she remained on her side, as if begging for the orgasm her body had long grown addicted to.

The single caress of a finger would've brought Erimi to a screaming finish. Yet when a thick tentacle had pushed into her loins a day prior, her climax hadn't arrived, as if held back by the whispers of Vaecath's mind. The beast had merely slid into her fertile body, poured his seed deep inside of her, and withdrawn, leaving her to ache, whimper, and leak.

Glancing at the cage, Darmi bit her lip with a hint of guilt. Such was the life she had doomed her to when she had saved her life, though there was no undoing her deed. The woman had tried to kill her mistress.

"Ooohh...Aifa..." she moaned, enjoying every commanding movement of her mistress. Held down, Darmi easily surrendered, having quickly grown wet at the feeling of Aifa's rough handling.

Their loins rubbed together, labia grinding against labia as Aifa closed her eyes. The feeling of another woman pressing between her legs coaxed her desires for the feminine flesh she always craved, yet today she needed...more.

Something was missing. Something tingled in her loins, a need, an instinct, something she had only felt when she touched Jynae-bal's mind all those months ago. Grinding against Darmi had always been more than enough to satisfy her in the past. Now, however,she wanted to get her pregnant.

A frustrated moan eased from her parted lips as she roughly pinned Darmi's wrists to the ground. Every movement sent a tingle of aching pleasure through her loins as her lower lips rubbed against her lover, though it wasn't enough.

For a moment, she concentrated on the sensation of their meeting lower lips. She savored the feeling of the girl's juices mixing with her own. She enjoyed the feminine body beneath her. A moment later, she imagined reaching down to discover that she possessed a cock of her own. She imagined teasing Darmi's soaking labia, nearly moaning as she imagined the feeling of sliding inside the girl's tight embrace. Her hips bucked at the thought, knowing she'd never know the sensation, yet craving it all the same.

Darmi had no such thoughts. Surrendering entirely, she whimpered a submissive moan as her mistress held control over her pleasure. Aifa's experienced movements made her eyes flutter as they glowed in the faint shadows of the cave.

Aifa's aggression only grew, gritting her teeth as she rubbed ferociously. Always had she craved the sight and touch of other women. The female body was simply an artwork she had always sought. Now, her desire had turned against her. The presence of the beautiful women in the cave had become a temptation she had no means to satisfy. In some moments, she felt the pleasure of her tentacled children whispered through her mind, granting her faint hints at what they felt as they ravished the breeding harem she had provided, though it wasn't enough.

"I'm...yours..." Darmi muttered through the haze of her enjoyment, only to blush at the realization of what she had said. Entirely at another's mercy, she couldn't help herself but to submit. Seeing Aifa's eyes clench shut in clear concentration, she was relieved when her mistress offered little reaction.

Aifa released one wrist as she sought to explore the body of the beautiful girl beneath her control. As her hand glided over Darmi's svelte curves, she nearly shuddered in lust. The urge to slide her phantom cock inside her nearly proved too great. She longed to push inside, to force herself as deeply as she could reach. She craved tobreedher, to cum deep inside the vagina she had only ever explored with her fingers and tongue. She wanted to fill Darmi's womb, to get her pregnant, moaning as her hips bucked at the thought.

Such would never be possible, of course. Aside from the new pregnancy already taking hold inside the girl's womb, her reality was not what she craved. Where she desired to possess a cock, only a vagina waited, quivering in pleasure as her labia rubbed against her lover. She almost wished she hadn't felt Jynae-bal's instincts to breed, nor tasted a hint of his natural urges.

As skilled fingers found Darmi's waiting breast, she felt the girl's modest mound, cupping her soft flesh. At the very least, though she could not impregnate other women herself, Aifa savored the knowledge that her lineage continued to spread every day. She could almost feel the horde of tentacled beasts spreading across the land, seeking fertile wombs. Her children spread their seed wherever possible. Even now, as she moaned, she knew dozens of Cavari women surely carried tentacled spawn inside them, spreading her bloodline throughout the jungle.

Her thumb coaxed a moan from Darmi as she lightly rubbed her sensitive nipple. If Aifa could not breed her, she could take satisfaction in knowing Vaecath's child was already inside the beautiful girl beneath her.

Loins grinding, legs parted, juices dripping, Darmi's tail flicked back and forth in delight at her side. Her free hand crept down her rest atop her still flat belly. Despite the pleasure rippling through her womanhood with every movement, she couldn't help but ponder Vaecath's whispers once more. Why had the child inside her granted the beast such sorrow? Why did he consider it a mistake? A chill ran up her spine, only to be washed away as Aifa's fingers began to tweak her nipple, forcing her to bite her lip.

The sounds of Vaecath's messy breeding continued to echo nearby. Aifa shot him a look of envy, allowing her frustrations to burn.

Darmi's moans deepened, seizing in her throat until they burst forth anew as her body trembled. Her solid blue eyes rolled back as an orgasm snatched her in its grasp.

The sight of her writhing beneath Aifa made her frustrations burn brighter. She wanted the girl to cum, to squirm in delight, to experience the pleasure her loyal service had earned, yet her own climax would not come. Gritting her teeth, rubbing harder, she realized her grip on Darmi's wrist would likely leave bruises.

"The Red Vessel craves."

Echoing in her head, Vaecath's knowing whispers soothed her. Easing her grip, she reluctantly nodded with a whisper of her own. "Yes."

Something tingled in her mind. The unseeable tendrils entangled through her brain shifted slightly, and she began to feel a subtle pulsing between her legs.

The ever-present whispers inside her mind deepened, growing louder. Closing her eyes, she gasped at a strange sensation, a feeling she had only imagined. A vision whispered inside her brain, an echo from nearby, as she felt the bizarre sensation of pleasure gliding up a long tentacle.

Peering over, she watched one of Vaecath's black tentacles slowly slide into Kifi's vagina. To her utter surprise, Aifa's hips bucked in response, ripping a moan from her lips as she felt a tightness squeezing around a tentacle, as if it was connected to her body.

"W...what is..."

"The Red Vessel experiences the tentacle she created."

Darmi rested on her back as she recovered from her orgasm, arms falling above her head as she quietly giggled to herself, released from her mistress's control.

Vaecath crept closer, his colossal black mass dripping. He came to a stop before the pair of women, holding Kifi and Cirui as if presenting their bound forms.

Rolling off Darmi, Aifa rested at the girl's side as she watched the display before her. Once more she watched the tentacle thrust slowly into Kifi, and once more her hips bucked, gasping at the sensation. The whispers continued, holding her mind, and she realized with a mixture of horror and utter curiosity that she was somehow feeling Vaecath's pleasure herself.

As a tentacle slid into Cirui's petite form, Aifa moaned loudly, as if the tentacle was attached to her own body, feeling every trickle of pleasure rippling up the long length of the tentacle. The sensation was bizarre, making her loins clench and quiver in confusion, savoring a new pleasure she had never felt.

"Mistress?" Darmi asked, looking over as Aifa's hips bucked, yet nothing touched her.

The tentacle slid in and out of Kifi, and Aifa nearly screamed, feeling the tightness of the woman's vagina squeezing around the slimy shaft. When the other glided back inside Cirui, her eyes rolled back.

"The blood of The Red Vessel runs through Vaecath. Vaecath's pleasure is The Red Vessel's."

Covering her face with her hands, Aifa fought to endure the strange pleasure, feeling every thrust. As Kifi and Cirui's loins clenched around the tentacles invading their bodies, Aifa felt them, experiencing every sensation the black beast felt.

"I...I..." Aifa struggled to mutter. Her mind felt as if it would melt. She reached over, squeezing Darmi's hand for support. "Yes...oohh...yes..."

Utterly confused, Darmi merely watched as her mistress bucked wildly, pressing close against her side. Nothing touched between Aifa's legs, yet her body writhed in absolute ecstasy all the same.

Aifa felt every inch of Kifi's tightness. She felt the subtle differences between Cirui and her sister's vagina. Within seconds she felt her body reach its limit, and when she felt Vaecath's tentacles begin to spit their seed, she screamed, feeling the pleasure of a male orgasm ripe through her mind, feeling the sensation of cumming inside two gorgeous women at once.

Her hips lifted into the air as her climax ravaged her mind and body. Her unused vagina convulsed, yet all she felt was the seed spurting from the tentacles.

Finally, when the whispers gradually eased, she felt Vaecath's pleasure fade away, finding her own. Her body fell limp when her climax broke, leaving her panting.

Aifa's mind felt as if it was spinning. Unable to move, she simply rested in Darmi's arms.

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They remained together for what seemed like an eternity before Darmi dared to break the silence. Vaecath had long since discarded the pair of breeding slaves before seeking a turn with the others, leaving his mistresses alone.

"Aifa, why do you hate Cavaries?" Darmi asked. Through the haze of pleasure that lingered in the aftermath of their sex, her voice was gentle and curious.

Aifa's legs remained parted, as if closing them would banish the memory of her bizarre experience. At the girl's question, however, her satisfied expression soured. "You know their vile nature as well as I do."

Darmi touched her lips. "Yes, I do." With a glance over at Erimi's bound body, she pressed further. "Yet I think there's more."

Closing her legs, Aifa rolled onto her side, putting the girl at her back. "Do I needmorethan our reality? The fact that they hunt us? The fact that they destroy everything I seek to possess?"

"No, mistress." She shook her head.

A silence lingered between them. Aifa's expression hardened in the shadows between the faint light from the bioluminescent vines. She felt the girl against her back, the only Cavari she cared for. With a sigh, she spoke a truth she hadn't dared to so much as think about in many years. "They killed my mother."

Darmi moved to rest her head on Aifa's side. When the older woman didn't pull away, she dared to speak. "Your mother?"

"She raised me alone. She died. A tribe of Cavaries killed her," Aifa explained bluntly. When Darmi continued to listen expectantly, she sighed before reluctantly offering more. "She taught me how to survive, though the jungle takes all, even the best of us. I learned the cruelty of our kind when a group hunted us down."

"You two were alone?" Darmi asked softly.

Aifa nodded. "We joined other groups occasionally, though my mother taught me to be weary. She was right. We were always able to flee just before disaster struck the others. In the end, it's better to hunt alone than to die together." She swallowed bitterly. "Until you attract the interest of those you'd rather avoid."

Darmi listened carefully.

"We were alone when we were ambushed. A small tribe had set their trap, waiting for vulnerable hunters they could capture. I was nearly a woman then, and they made their intentions quite clear when they surrounded us." Aifa scowled at the darkness lingering ahead. "My claws took the eyes of their leader when he tried to take me, and we ran."

"Did you escape?" Darmi asked, dreading the answer.

"I did. My mother didn't. As we ran, a lucky spear pierced her through the back." Aifa grimaced. The memory was old, buried for so long, yet still it remained as vivid as the day it had happened. "I kept running."

Darmi wrapped her arms around her. "I'm so sorry."

Aifa wanted to pull away, though the warm embrace was too tempting to escape. "Cavaries are cruel, Darmi. They take and they take."

She nodded with memories of her own. "What of your father?"

Raising a brow, Aifa rolled over to face the girl. "My father? I never cared to know who squirted me inside my mother." She shrugged. "I suppose he must have been a capable warrior to have sired me, though he's likely dead."

Darmi blushed, resting her head upon the cushions of Aifa's breasts.

Holding the girl, Aifa hesitated before beginning to caress her white hair, feeling the short strands running between her fingers. She stared at the high ceiling above, pondering, watching the countless tentacles squirming in the darkness above. "My mother was very beautiful. Whoever my father was, for a night, or for many, he must have been a very happy man while between her thighs."

12th of Silla, 766 BVE.

The Holy City of Aslyd.

"What in The Creator's name isthat?" Mauron covered his nose against the foul scent. Before him, a dead creature rested upon a long stone slab.

In the heart of the central ziggurat, only Audir accompanied The Knowledge Holder into the tiny chamber. Standing at the other side of the dark slab, the one-eyed man folded his arms. "The spawn of our enemy. Our destruction if we fail to stand against them."

Carefully reaching out, Mauron lifted a limp appendage, only to drop it with a wet smack as it hit the stone. Black tentacles rested in knotted tangles. Drenched in mud and oozing a dark liquid as black as the night void from its countless wounds, he nearly hadn't recognized the creature as something that had once lived. "Our doom."

"Do not tremble," Audir said sternly. "My scouts put it down. They discovered the vile thing between the legs of an outsider. Their spears ended its deed before it could slip away."

"And the woman?"

"Put to the blade, along with her tribe," Audir stated without emotion. "I'm told there were no survivors."

Mauron nodded somberly.

Audir eyed the dead monstrosity. "Other scouting groups have reported sightings. The beasts have spread."

A chill ran down his spine. "Thank you, High Seeker Audir. You may return to your duties."

"What of the corpse?" Audir stood firm despite being dismissed.

Mauron could hardly bear to look at it for another second. There was no doubt now. Their escaped Holy Mother had lived. She had bred, and bred again, spreading her corruption across the land. The vile proof of their coming end lay before him, for nothing could save them now. "Burn it. Let no one see its horrid flesh."

15th of Silla, 766 BVE.

Sanctuary of The Mother.

Over the course of several months, Darmi's belly swelled with her pregnancy. It was a process she had grown more than familiar with, delighting in the sensation of unborn tentacles squirming within her womb as she grew closer and closer to the birth. When it finally arrived, she wasenthralledin pleasure.