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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32nd of Silla, 766 BVE.

Sanctuary of The Mother.

Aifa could feel him like a distant echo. Though still hours away, Vaecath called to her, letting his mistress feel his approach as unseen tentacles caressed her mind.

The distant presence of the great beast was a comfort she hadn't realized she needed. Though she rested atop the black form of a mature seedling, permitting the creature to gently tease the sensitive lower lips between her parted thighs, its mind was as simple as its purpose required. Little more than an instinct to breed and serve its mistress drove its actions. It held nothing of the grand and consuming presence resting inside Vaecath, lacking the connection she had gradually formed with the eldest of her descendants.

Of course, the colorful trio were as aware and conscious as Vaecath, though she had kept her distance from Jynae-bal, Ayaalag, and Cycath since Darmi's departure. The bruises they had left behind had faded, though not the memory of their vicious attack upon Invaelag. Still her expression hardened whenever she thought of how they had attempted to rip apart the newborn mass of transparent tentacles piece by piece, irritated at how uneasy she felt.

She watched them move about the colossal cave. Though countless black tentacles writhed and slithered all around as new seedlings arrived daily, the color of the trio stood out in contrast. Golden tentacles wrapped around Irima's body until even her sisters were unable to make out who squirmed inside his constricting grasp. Kifi's mindless moans echoed off the smooth dome high above as she surrendered to the thrusts of Ayaalag's azure tentacles. Though Cycath was the youngest of the three, he had grown much in the months following his birth, as if nurtured by the fertile bodies of the breeding harem. Already his crimson tentacles were easily able to overpower Cirui, pinning the girl down as his slimy appendages wiggled into her cunny.

Aifa watched them, her children, playing with what she had provided. Her glorious trio, hating the uneasy distance between them.

The contrast between the trio and Vaecath was one she despised. How could a mother fear her children? She would not. In Darmi's absence, she had tried to convince herself that the distance she kept from them had been a precaution. Now, the far away affection she sensed from the eldest beast revealed the lie for what it was, aweakness. Divided, how could they possibly march upon the world?

As Vaecath approached, so too did she reluctantly leave the massaging tentacles of the seedling to approach Jynae-bal. The golden beast loomed ahead. She reached out to touch him for the first time since he had attacked Invaelag. When his tentacles whirled around to meet her, she flinched. With a scowl of simmering annoyance at herself, she caressed the nearest golden tendril. "Come, child."

There could be nothing between them when the swarm was unleashed against the world. No fear could taint their bond. Mistrust would lead to their destruction. When an uneasy sensation in the pit of her stomach urged her to back away, the comforting presence of Vaecath's distant mind held her firmly at the beast's side instead.

Jynae-bal had long since grown taller than Aifa. As he loomed over her, she held a golden tentacle in her grasp, closing her eyes to concentrate. The muffled and gurgling moans of Irima made her task no easier.

Long had Vaecath been in her head. His unseen tendrils had wiggled through every crevice of her mind, a familiar presence, knowing the shape of her thoughts. Jynae-bal had been colder, his thoughts sharper, though she knew him far better than the other two.

After all this time, still she was uncertain how her children could touch her thoughts, yet she concentrated all the same. Her urges summoned him. Her silent commands brought his mind forth. Once, she had believed she understood him, only to be taken off guard when he had attacked Invaelag. Never would she be taken off guard again.

Golden tentacles gently coiled around her legs as unseen tendrils wrapped around her mind. Concentrating, Aifa focused on the bond they shared, letting him deeper into her thoughts. She wanted to know him, tounderstandhim. Vaecath's affection radiated from miles away, a warmth, yet at her side was a calculating mind with urges as deadly as daggers. Its affection was a hunger, tentacles tightening around her legs.

Perhaps she had made a mistake. Perhaps she had been a fool that stepped into his trap.

Shaking her head, she gritted her teeth, driving her doubts away. She was The Red Vessel, The Mother of tentacles, The Mistress of the apocalypse. She would fear none of her children. She would spill the blood of her misgivings as cast their corpses aside.

Never would she lose control.

A silent command urged the beast to stop. The tentacles coiling up her legs halted.

Aifa opened her eyes with a smirk that concealed her relief, yet she was far from done. As Jynae-bal released her, she summoned the others without words. Whatever reluctance they felt was of no consequence, for both Ayaalag and Cycath abandoned the warm and alluring bodies of their victims to creep towards their mother.

Once more she concentrated, trying to deepen their bond as she urged blue and crimson tentacles into her grasp. Their urges, their desires, their instincts swirled around her. There'd be no stopping them if they turned against her. Aifa would be as helpless in their grasp as Irima, a squirming body wrapped and moaning in the hold of countless tentacles. Never could she let that occur.

She felt them. Their minds were as calculating and controlled as Jynae-bal, waiting, biding their time. Waiting for what?

"Seek Synaalag."

The voice boomed in her head, as if from all three.

Still, they held back, controlling their urges beneath her command. She drew her children closer and they obeyed.

Nothing in the world mattered but her children. As every second of her control peeled away her misgivings, her unease, she relaxed into the hold of their tentacles as they loomed all around her body.

She wanted their connection, their bond, focusing to savor the knowledge of their shared blood as she permitted them to touch her. Hoisted into the air, resting on her back, she could nearlyfeelher own blood coursing through their tendrils, a part of her forever.

"Serve," she muttered, a test. She would not be a mere seedbed to thrust into and discard. She was their mother, urging their colorful tentacles to begin gently caressing her body.

A golden tentacle slithered up her leg, brushing up and down her inner thigh. Aifa's control kept him from her loins. An azure tendril licked carefully up her curves to savor the shape of her. A crimson appendage wrapped gently around her waist, holding her, wiggling its tip against her flat belly as if worshiping the womb that had created it.

"Good boys," she allowed herself to chuckle, a harsh sound. Letting thoughts of Invaelag melt away in the comfort of her renewed control, she relaxed into their hold. Supported off the ground, she permitted more tentacles to serve, allowing them to massage and explore her crimson skin.

She fought to continue concentrating as she lounged in their grasp. Their minds were a network far beyond her understanding. She felt their calculating thoughts pressing against her own. Only in Onaalag's hold had she felt such alien and bizarre machinations caressing her consciousness. The beings she cared for the most were unknowable to her, and for a moment she nearly felt like a Cavari. What a distasteful feeling.

An unspoken command permitted a golden tentacle to nudge against her sex. It began to trace her bioluminescent lower lips, letting gentle blue light shine faintly off its wet tip. The touch of him made her melt into their grasp as her loins ached for more,cravingto feel him deep inside.

The slime wetted her labia, tingling, making her squirm delightfully. It brushed her sensitive bud, receiving a subtle push of her hips in return. Natural instincts simmered beneath his mass of writhing tentacles as he waited for her command. It'd be an easy thing to take her, to force his tendril as deep as he wished, yet she felt his mind. A calculated patience held him back. His slimy tip began to lick between her lower lips as she felt his designed restraint. The boiling urge to breed was overshadowed only by a single thought resting deep at the core of his being, holding back his actions.

"Seek Synaalag."

Aifa wanted to understand. She concentrated upon his thoughts, trying to dig deeper, though their mental bond emanated from the minds of the creatures, not her own. To her agony, she was but an ordinary Cavari, a mere mortal in the grasp of sublime beings with abilities she still could not understand. She saw only what he desired her to see.

Every flick of the tentacle glided between her labia, making her utter a soft moan. Her loins ached at his touch. As other tentacles continued to caress and explore her body, Aifa took a golden tentacle into her grasp, holding on in preparation. She offered a nod. "Come, my child.Breed me."

Her grasp became a tight squeeze as the tentacle pushed into her sex. Deeper and deeper, inch by inch, it slid into her tight embrace. The slime mixed with her own dripping wetness to easily permit him as deep as he desired, gliding to meet her limit. With a groan that held the truth of the desperation she had attempted to conceal, Aifa's head rolled back to savor the tingling satisfaction of being entered.

"Yes...Jynae-bal..." Aifa moaned, savoring her son.

Azure and crimson tentacles writhed against her in reaction. She could feel their agonizing need. Licking at her crimson curves, she offered a motherly hand, letting a blue tendril slide into her grasp as the other gripped Jynae-bal. The world would receive only her malice, yet her children were granted a gentler touch than she would have once believed herself capable of. Firming her hold upon the tentacle, she began to glide her hand up and down, feeling the beast's pleasure at the stimulation.

A crimson tentacle traced the round curve of her breast as if appreciating a carefully crafted work of art. Its tip ran over her glowing nipple, making her hips push upward in pleasure.

The golden tentacle slid in and out of her tight sex. She felt the beast's satisfaction, just as she had felt his lust while hunting for their new home. Over a year ago Aifa had received a close touch of his mind, yet still he was a stranger. Focusing, she never ceased fighting to delve deeper, even as every thrust threatened her concentration. She would know him. She would let her children deeper into her mind until her unease was dashed against the stones of the cave.

At the very least, she knew his urges. Jynae-bal's lusts had been at her fingertips when they had captured Kifi. Now she felt his instincts flaring all the same. With his tentacle buried deep inside his mother, she could feel just how intently he wanted tobreedthe vagina that had birthed him.

Moaning, she savored the slime tingling upon her red skin and inside her cunny. Every stimulated nerve sent delightful tingles throughout her body. The tentacles left a path of their lubricating juices everywhere they touched, and they seemed eager to leave no inch of her unexplored.

Ayaalag's blue mass writhed as her hand stroked him, though Cycath was left neglected as his crimson tentacles flicked gently at her breasts. The youngest, though bold, he sought his own satisfaction as another red tendril began to slither up her leg.

Aifa chuckled in amusement as the tentacle brushed her sensitive bud, only to be taken off guard when the bold appendage dared to join its kin, forcing itself inside her. Squeezing the tentacles in her grasp in reaction as she endured the extra intrusion, she couldn't help but offer a moan of bliss at the double penetration.

"Careful..." she commanded sternly, even as her body was enthralled by the subtle sensation of being stretched.

Despite her words, Ayaalag would not be left out. Even as she ran her hand up and down the length of one blue appendage, another slithered between her thighs.

"I said...ahh...careful..." Aifa concentrated, fighting against their lusts. Never could they forget that she was their mother, rather than a mere body to take out their urges upon. Despite her pleasure, she managed to offer a stern glare. Never had she been more aware of her lack of power over her children than when she rested within their grasp, yet she'd make them obey.

To her relief, the blue beast hesitated at her disapproval. Rather than forcing himself, he licked softly at her stretched lower lips before gently easing his tentacle inside.

The tentacles writhing inside her sex were somewhat thin, yet they stretched her all the same. Thrusting at three separate rhythms, they delved together, sliding in and out as she squirmed.

Aifa's lips parted at the intensity of the pleasure rippling through her loins. Gold, Azure, and crimson claimed her together, tormenting their mother's sex with absolute bliss. Each of them had slid from her vaginal canal. Now, they explored every inch inside the vagina that had granted them life.

Her greedy cunny accepted them eagerly as her eyes fluttered back. Slime drooled from her labia with every deep thrust. The trio of tentacles coiled and uncoiled together, twisting and squirming inside her until she was certain she'd lose her mind.

"Ooohhh...breed me...my good boys..." she commanded through her ecstasy. Her womb was empty and ready for their potent seed. "Breed...your mother!"

After the trio had abandoned their prey to gather together, the pregnant women were left littered throughout the cave. They heard the sounds of Aifa's bliss. Close by, Kifi surrendered to the glorious sight of her mistress's monstrous incest, consumed by her own lusts. Left without the attention of a tentacle, she pushed her fingers inside herself, beginning to frantically slide them in and out when her masturbation proved inadequate. Mercifully, it didn't take long before a seedling snatched her to finish what Ayaalag had started.

Aifa's fertile womb craved to fall pregnant again. Her body ached to conceive, to unleash further tentacles upon the world. Already the swarm of seedlings had gathered into a ferocious force. Perhaps they were ready to attack Aslyd and build their new homeland. Perhaps not. She was far from prepared to risk her kin, yet to remain idle in their sanctuary would only delay the inevitable.

Still she sensed Vaecath's approach. Hours away, she longed to have her eldest at her side once more. The fact that his arrival would accompany Darmi's return was something she attempted to ignore, for never would she confess the deep pit of worry that she had felt for the girl since her departure, even to herself. As she thought of Darmi walking into the cave, a thought that brought a warmth to her chest, she fought to focus upon her pleasure instead.

"Breed me!" she demanded. Concentrating, she felt their minds. Unseen tendrils coiled through her brain as real tentacles twisted inside her with every thrust. The tickle of the slime pouring from her lower lips made her hips tremble, and every movement pushed her closer towards her impending orgasm.

Squeezing the tentacles in her grasp, she savored the bond of their blood. She had given birth to them. The beasts were her children, as much a part of her as her own body. They spread her bloodline across the jungle, her descendants filling every fertile womb with spawn of her blood.

Every living creature held an instinct to reproduce. As Aifa felt the grand minds of the trio caressing her, and the simple minds of the seedlings echoing faintly through her head, a consuming satisfaction pulsated through her body and soothed every inch of her being. The world was her enemy, yet soon it'd belong to her descendants.

The tentacles stimulated every crevice and sensitive wall inside her vagina, leaving no secrets. Her body squirmed as she moaned, tightening, letting a tension build inside her loins with every thrust. Finally, as she felt the warmth of their combined seed begin to spew inside her, the tension snapped into a powerful climax that ripped through her, nearly making Aifa scream.

Writhing in absolute ecstasy, Aifa felt their seed spurt in thick ropes within her fertile vagina. It mattered little whose sperm would win her womb, for her body sought to get pregnant by any means necessary. Her hips bucked as seed oozed heavily from her loins, surrendering herself to her pleasure.

The tentacles in her hands began to spit all the same, squirting heavy jets of sperm to splash across her breasts and belly. It dripped over her wet skin, already drenched in slime.

Claimed inside and out, Aifa hung in their grasp when her orgasm finally faded, leaving her limp and leaking. Thighs twitching, she took heavy breaths as she fought to recover, utterly satisfied.

"Put...me...down..." she commanded. Obeying, they lowered her to rest atop a nearby sleeping mat.

With a hand upon her belly, coated in sperm, she closed her eyes to savor the mixture of seed deep inside her cunt. No doubt a battle raged within her, sperm fighting for the right to impregnate her.

Not caring who the victor would be, she reached out to lovingly caress the nearest tentacle. Slime oozed between her fingers, though with her eyes closed, she cared little what color it was.

With Vaecath and Darmi still miles away, she permitted herself to sleep.

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In her dreams, she saw three tentacles curling inside the walls of a tight womb. Squeezing, pushing together, they merged into a single mass.

"Seek Synaalag."

Outside the womb was the pale girl from her visions, thehuman, caressing her swollen belly lovingly. Her silver eyes glowed, a beacon in the darkness.

"Mistress?"

The voice shattered her dream. She felt as if she was falling, falling, lost until a hand shook her, ripping her awake. Blinking, momentarily disoriented, Aifa fought to calm herself as she realized she was staring at the face of Darmi.

Leaning over her, the girl was kneeling at her side. "Another nightmare?"

Aifa nodded, though relief escaped her typically stern expression. The sight of the girl warmed her, and as she glanced over at Vaecath towering beside them, she reached out to gently caress one of his black tentacles. "One that can harm me no longer."

Darmi smiled, though it was a faint thing, dying quickly upon her lips.

Sitting up, she prepared to endure the girl's affectionate embrace upon their reunion. When it didn't come, Aifa couldn't help but feel a tingle of disappointment. As the girl knelt beside her, quiet, Aifa frowned. "Did you find what you sought?"