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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28th of Silla, 766 BVE.

The Holy City of Aslyd.

Only the sounds of Audir's slow breathing filled the chamber. Inhale. Exhale. When the memory of her face flashed in his thoughts, his eye snapped open.

Seated upon the floor of his personal chamber, he fell once more into his meditation. Clearing his mind, he restarted the process for the third time in an hour.

Silent, he listened to the gentle breeze quietly jingling the hanging beads that concealed the entryway. Hints of light trickled through the entrance as the day gradually neared its end. Closing his eye, he smelled the smoke rising from the small torch hanging from the wall.

He saw her once more. The face of his escaped Holy Mother flashed through his memory, and a stinging pain in the socket of his missing eye tore away his peace.

Calmly reaching over, he picked up his new spear. Freshly forged, a gift from the head priestess to replace his stolen black spear, its golden surface glimmered in the light of the torch. He brought the flat tip closer to study his reflection in the polished surface. A finger traced the scar where his missing eye had been. He saw the deep claw marks that had been carved across his face.

Calmly rising, he thought of her, his escaped prey. The memory of her hatred brought a pain to his scars, even as his manhood began to harden. He had hunted her only because it was his purpose. He had felt her loins when she disobeyed, remembering the sensation of taking her. The fire he saw in her eyes had never left his thoughts. Her rage had burned.She wanted to kill him. As he traced his scars, he smiled faintly for the first time all day, for the feeling was more than mutual now.

As he contemplated making another attempt to meditate, his choice was made by the sound of jingling beads as he received a visitor. As only three people would ever dare to enter The High Seeker's personal quarters unannounced, he already knew either Gima or his daughters had come before turning his head. When he did, he was met with the former.

The head priestess slowly strolled through his chamber, swaying her wide hips. With a curious smile upon her eager lips, her large headdress made quiet metallic sounds as she approached.

"Admiring my gift?" Gima asked. She ran a hand down his powerful chest when she reached him, savoring the touch of his bare skin. "Your hand deserves to wield the finest weapon of Aslyd."

Audir didn't care to explain himself. "You need something."

She frowned at his emotionless face. "You're a cold man, High Seeker." Glancing down, her gorgeous features twisted into a seductive smirk at the sight of his manhood. "So be it. You have your uses."

Her presence did little to dampen the hardness of his growing erection. The body of the temptress before him seemed to have been designed by The Creator himself, every curve flawless. Her firm yet ample breasts hung before him, drawing his touch as she pressed closer. Cupping them in each hand, he felt the familiar weight of them as his loins began to ache, seeing the gold of her nipple rings gleaming like his spear. "You were satisfied this morning."

"I was, yes," she said with a hungry smirk as her hand crept down his abdomen. A crimson hand caressing crimson skin, her fingers wrapped carefully around his girth. "Yet today your warriors brought me a particularly enticing sacrifice. Tall and proud, he showed no fear as he stood before the crowds." She licked her lips sensually, moving closer until he could feel her warm breath against his neck. "When I tossed his severed cock into the great fire, I found myself...wet."

Audir's manhood throbbed in her grip, and he met her with the cold glance of his sole eye. Hardly did he wish to deny the needs of a priestess.

Guiding her to his sleeping mat that was placed atop a large ledge carved into the black stone of the far wall, he maneuvered onto his back before bringing her forth to rest in his lap. She mounted him like a hungry huntress claiming her kill, though he was far from helpless. As she ran a hand down his powerful chest, nearly purring with need, his hands found her thighs.

She was no warrior. Soft flesh lay beneath her crimson skin. She had the shape of a fertility goddess, as if her body had been created to breed. As she straddled him, she rocked her childbearing hips, rubbing her fertile lower lips against his waiting shaft. Her breasts lightly jiggled with every sensual movement, ready to nurture her offspring.

Gima began to explore her own body, teasing him with the sight of her exposed form. Her loins pressed against the base of his rigid cock. Sliding up, she dragged her labia up the underside of his shaft, wetting him with her ample juices, as if claiming her mate for the night.

His manhood tingled. His grip on her thighs tightened, eager to slide inside. Audir felt his hand throb, and he glanced at the scar where his escaped Holy Mother had pierced his palm with his own spear. The pain brought the memory of her to the forefront once more, coaxing his hate, coaxing his lust as his cock moved.

The head priestess stopped grinding against him, instead pressing his cock against her soft yet flat stomach. She held it there, tantalizingly close to her womb, closing her eyes as if savoring the shaft she intended to ride. The bioluminescent blue glow of his manhood radiated from between her fingers, matching the shade of her glowing labia.

"Cum inside me again, dear High Seeker," she demanded in a sensual tone.

He knew what she wanted. The duty of a priestess was clear. As she lifted her hips, pressing the tip of his cock against her labia, he gritted his teeth as she sank down, sliding him inside inch by inch.

The familiar sensation of her vagina made his fingers dig into her soft skin, though his gaze remained cold despite the pleasure pulsating through his cock. He was a potent male. She was a fertile female. Desire brought their loins together, not love. Her deep moan echoed off the black walls of his chamber as she threw her head back.

Audir listened to the metallic sounds of her jingling headdress as she began to rock her hips. A primal need guided her movements, her body seeking to milk his seed.

"Breed...ahh...me..." she urged as her sensual lips smirked in satisfaction. "I want...ahh...your child..."

Never did the coldness leave his eye. His hands guided her hips as he savored the experienced body atop him. If a priestess sought his seed, he'd pour it inside her, even if life itself was an unnatural state of being.

Her hand crept down her midriff as she caressed herself, settling over her womb. "Great warrior...ahh...give Aslyd your worthy blood once more..."

So he would. Roughly handling her, he pulled her close with every movement, pushing his large cock as deeply as he could reach inside her depths. Her fertility was a lure for his natural,primalurges, feeling his loins calling out to impregnate her perfect body.

"I've birthed...ahh...a strong son...and gave The Knowledge Holder his youngest daughter..." she continued, moaning. "My womb isripefor your seed..."

A priestess sought out strong warriors to give birth to their children, expanding Aslyd's great reach. Many of Audir's own warriors had been born from the wombs of priestesses, the greatest men the ancient city had to offer, though now he trained even the lowest of scum to forge his army. He scowled despite his pleasure.

He slid his hand up her side to seek her ample breasts. They jiggled, round and taunting, as if the mere sight of them summoned his touch. His finger slid through the hole of the golden ring piercing her left nipple, hearing a sharp inhale of breath as he granted it a light tug. She slapped his hand, though he remained. If she wanted his seed, he'd explore her perfection however he liked.

Audir's movements grew increasingly forceful as he matched her rhythm beneath her. His body ached to breed her, even if his mind was indifferent. He had bred. He had sired life. There was no telling how many children he had left inside the women he had enjoyed over the years, though his known daughters were proof of his natural faults, two examples of his baser needs he could not ignore.

Life was unnatural, yet he partook in its creation. All beings should long to return to The Creator's side, yet his purpose was to protect the city.

Gritting his teeth in enjoyment, pushing up into her, Audir saw the flutter of her eyes. No longer was she in control.

He prepared to sire a child that would one day face death. All beings must die, though only those that died well would join The Creator again, else their souls would be banished to the forgotten realm. Nearly had he tasted his goal. His fingers had almost coiled around the end of his purpose, earning the death he had been promised. Once more he thought of his escaped Holy Mother, denying him his rest. Yet his cock twitched inside Gima, for his purpose remained.

She did little to banish his thoughts. With the head priestess herself riding his cock, squeezing around his shaft, he couldn't help but be reminded of The Creator. He had killed Onaalag himself, sending the great one to his creator's side to rest. Soon, he'd join them. Soon, he'd defend the city against the coming swarm. Soon, he'd purge the last of the great one's blood from the world, granting them the peaceful deaths they deserve, and earning his own. A low groan ripped from his lips, for his fate lingered upon the horizon, his cock aching, throbbing, seeking to pump his worldly urges deep inside the fertile beauty atop him.

As if seized by passion simmering behind his cold eye, he forcefully maneuvered her beneath him. Her only defense was a surprised yelp as he roughly handled her, only to moan loudly as she utterly surrendered to the warrior atop her.

On her back, pinned beneath her temporary lover, her thighs remained parted wide as her body begged him to breed her.

His breaths grew heavy as he pounded into her with powerful thrusts, his movements fueled solely by the instinct to mate. Pressed against her naked body, the female flesh beneath his control called to him, coaxing his lust, urging his seed to unleash itself inside her.

"Y...yes...ahh...great Audir..." she nearly whimpered in lust, offering no resistance against his forceful mating. Her tail swayed at her side, dancing in utter ecstasy until it reached around to coil around his own.

The sound of approaching voices outside did little to dampen his grunts. Pleasure was as natural as eating or breathing, as the priestesses taught. He cared little who heard his.

"Father, the scouts have returned with reports of..." a commanding voice started to announce, only to trail off when Pirmi pushed through the hanging beads. Taking in the sight, her stern face twisted into a smirk as her twin followed a moment later.

"Head priestess Gima?" Rafi asked with an amused smile.

Audir merely regarded his daughters with a glance before returning his attention to his mate, never slowing his thrusts. His cock ached, preparing to spill its life-giving seed.

"Yes...your daughters..." Gima moaned loudly, wrapping her arms around him. "Their beauty...their desirability...oooohhh...give me a daughter as worthy as them! Give them a sibling!"

Putting her hand on her hip, Pirmi chuckled. "Yes, father. Why don't you fill her belly with our sibling?"

Rafi gently bit her own lip, closely watching the skillful movements of his thrusts. "It's no wonder that mother's womb surrendered to his seed. Well done, father."

Groaning, gritting his teeth, he felt his loins tightening. Every movement brought him closer and closer as the tension of his lust grew to touch his limit.

"Hear her moans. Perhaps she'll fall pregnant as well," Pirmi added as her tail flicked excitedly. Hardly was it the first time they had seen their father satisfy his lusts. Watching his primal need, she felt her pride rise with every moment, knowing she had been sired by a worthy male. "Cum inside her, father, as is your right."

"Yes...get me pregnant!" Gima begged. She wrapped her feminine legs around his waist, as if trapping him until she received the baby she so craved. "Breed me! Breed...ahh...me!"

He felt the tail that was coiled around his own tightening as she prepared. Their bodies clenched, muscles seizing as he touched his limit. The tension in his loins became unbearable as his pleasure peaked. With a final thrust, driving himself as deeply as possible, his tension erupted into blinding ecstasy as he found his orgasm, beginning to pump his seed into her fertile vagina.

The satisfied moans of Gima's own finish brought a smile to Rafi's pretty lips, and she couldn't help but cup her own ample breast with a blush of arousal. She watched her father empty his sperm into an eager female, as was entirely natural, making Rafi feel a slight dampness between her own strong thighs.

Pumping all he could produce into the head priestess, seeking to grant her the baby she so desired, Audir held her tightly beneath him until the last pulsation of pleasure echoed through his body.

When at last he had savored all he cared for, he eased his cock from her well-used vagina, standing from the sleeping mat's ledge with satisfaction upon his cold lips, permitting a smile for only the second time all day.

Gima remained behind, lost to her pleasure. Closing her eyes, she ran a finger through her parted lower lips as she began to leak, enjoying the warmth oozing through her loins. "Th...this one...will take," she muttered. "By The Creator's name...this is the one..."

Having received what she desired, she simply dismissed him with a wave as she continued to bask in her victory. His sperm was all she wanted. Until she required his cock again, she had no further need of him.

Audir knew his place. Besides, the service he was used for was hardly one-sided. Calm and content, he crossed the chamber to meet his daughters, retrieving his spear to tap against the stone floor with every powerful step.

He offered no greeting but the cold regard of his one eye. Pirmi straightened to match his expression, many of their shared features a reflection of each other as she shifted from an amused daughter into that of a trained warrior. Rafi, in contrast, embraced him gently, even as he stood like a statue.

"The scouts have returned, father. They bring news," Pirmi reported dutifully.

Offering only a calm nod, Audir marched from his sleeping quarters without a word, leaving Gima and his seed inside her womb behind. His daughters flanked him at either side, taking long strides to match his pace.

Having chosen a dwelling far from the city's center, within quick walking distance to the great gates of Aslyd, Audir was never far from his men. They passed buildings that were all made of identical black stone to his own, seeing the carved images of tentacles decorating nearly every wall. He understood Mauron's secrecy, for none of the citizens he passed would understand why he had killed their beloved and feared Onaalag. Such had been a mercy, a necessary yet painful kindness to the great beast, just as wiping its bloodline from the world would be as well. He would purge them all, earning an honorable death at The Knowledge Holder's blade, or he would fall fighting them, dying with his city. Either way, he'd rest as The Creator's side.

As they marched through the warriors lingering near the great gate, Audir's certainties faltered. He saw the lust in the eyes of all he passed, for no male could look away from his daughters. Young and beautiful, they were of breeding age. For a moment he considered selecting the strongest of his warriors to mate with his daughters, only to slow his pace at the thought of grandchildren.

All beings must die, yet the thought of his daughters' deaths brought a painful sensation to his core that made him scowl. They would rest at The Creator's side, though notnow.Not while he still lived. So long as he could hold a spear, he'd drive it though anything that sought to do them harm.

When they reached the great gates, Audir climbed the many stairs to the top of the wall. He felt the solid stone beneath his feet. Peering down, he saw the dizzying fall below, as the wall towered over the buildings it protected. Its grandeur had kept out the world. Would it hold back their doom?

The scouts knelt at the feet of The High Seeker when he joined them. Though the warriors he sent out into the horrid jungle continued to capture outsiders to sacrifice, their main purpose had shifted, as had Audir's own. Now, serving primarily as scouts rather than hunters, they sought any hint of their gathering enemy.

The eldest of the warriors, a man decorated by countless scars was the first to rise at his command. "High Seeker, we encountered a dozen sightings of the beasts during the last two days. They're exploring closer to the city."

He didn't require them to specify, for only one type of monstrosity held their concern.

"Every outsider camp we encounter is either left deserted, or brimming with pregnant women, all with tentacled spawn in their wombs," another of the scouts reported.

Audir nodded coldly, offering no reply as he dismissed them. Only when they were gone did he regard his daughters. "Come." He began to march with urgency. "Your training must resume."

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A deep orange painted the sky when Thuron departed from Sarui's small ziggurat. Strolling at his mistress's side, surrounded by guards, they slowly made their way towards the market.

"You insist upon waiting, then? Truly?" he asked in as polite a tone as he could manage despite his vast disappointment. "You've donenothingto secure the life you seek?"

Sarui's hips swayed, moving with a seduction that made her awareness of her own beauty abundantly clear. "I asked The Creator for the chance to rise above the common rabble, to hold the fate of Aslyd in my hands. Surely you have faith in our Creator, little Thuron."

He blushed at her words, and further at the sight of her teasing smile when he glanced over. "Of course, mistress. I simply don't believe you can wait idly for him to grant you all you seek. This is the time to take action, to earn the power you desire piece by piece. A little effort would do you good," he said, for Thuron knewmuchabout desire.

A guard shoved aside a woman that strolled too close to The Knowledge Holder's daughter, and Sarui chuckled as the woman stumbled and fell. "Sometimes I wonder if father tasks you with tending to me as a punishment. Perhaps for us both." Her tail curled around to gently brush against the scar of his missing manhood, making him bite back an aroused whimper. "Either way, I've grown as bored of your preaching as I have of your tongue."