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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20th of Fonic, 766 BVE.

The Ruins of Aslyd.

She could have been The Creator himself, gazing down upon all she had made as she stood atop the central ziggurat. Bathed in the warm breeze of the morning, Aifa studied the ruined streets of Aslyd with satisfaction.

Many of the buildings remained, though already the city had begun to change over the roughly five months of her rule. Black tentacles slithered over black stone structures, filling windows, doorways, and creeping down streets and between alleys. The swarm had infiltrated every crevice of the city until no inch of Aslyd went unexplored.

The scars of her siege lingered below, though seedlings dragged stone and wood to crudely repair the buildings Vaecath had damaged, while others were ripped down for both supplies and to make room for her aims. The city was dotted with new structures forged by tentacles driven by her hand, structures with a single purpose.

Aifa touched her swollen belly, remembering when the trio had spilled their seed inside her together. She could sense the countless other pregnancies progressing below, feeling unborn seedlings developing in conquered wombs through the whispers caressing her mind.

Her own pregnancy, however, felt...odd. Already many of the women that had been forcefully impregnated on the day of Aslyd's fall had begun to give birth to tentacled children they did not want, yet her own had yet to come. As she caressed herself, she felt hardly more than a gentle stir of the child inside her. For months there had been no hint of movement inside her womb, while she had frequently felt the squirming of unborn tentacles throughout her previous pregnancies. She had almost been able to forget about the child growing inside her until her belly had begun to show. Then the dreams came.

Long had she wondered which of the trio had won her womb. Vaecath's whispers should have permitted her to sense the father of her child, though instead she had felt a bizarre combination. Resting in a haze of uncertainty regarding the child's paternity, her confusion had only increased each night, for during the past month, dreams came to her of gold, azure, and crimson tentacles coiling around each other. Their seed spewed inside a dark void, mixing,combining, taking shape into a glowing orb of red light. The orb always sprouted tiny tentacles, and just before she awoke, a deep whisper echoed in the darkness.

"Seek Synaalag."

Vaecath offered no answers. The trio remained silent despite her demands for an explanation. Aifa was abandoned to simply wait for the child's birth. So be it. She had turned her attention to the city and let the mystery rest, more than accustomed to enduring the unease of strange visions.

High atop the ziggurat, with the grand brazier extinguished and cold at her back, Aifa loomed over the result of her triumph. When she realized she was alone, her stern expression washed away a subtle smirk.

Aifa descended the steps, lowering herself into the depths of her city. It was time to continue her work.

Holding her pregnant belly, she strolled like a victorious goddess through the streets. Long had the corpses and weapons been cleared away, purging dead Cavaries from her sight. Only the living were of use to her, and she'd stain her attention with no more of her own kind than was necessary.

Seedlings scurried about the streets as they mingled mindlessly. They brushed against her as they passed by, as if beasts drawn to the light of their matriarch. With outstretched hands she caressed their tentacles, feeling the tingle of their slime against her crimson skin.

Only the need for a fertile womb drove her countless children. To spread, to breed, such was their only purpose. When none were available, they wandered about aimlessly through the city, squirming against each other.

She held no concern for what they did. So long as they were safe behind the great walls, they could wander in peace and comfort for a millennium for all Aifa cared. She had fought to provide them a new homeland, and now that it was secured, they could do what they liked, safe from the horrid world.

Emerging into the remnants of the market, Aifa approached Vaecath. None could miss the gargantuan beast looming above all others, though the structure he worked on stood taller still. With the stalls torn to pieces and cleared away, the market was merely an empty square brimming with seedlings. In the center, Vaecath had placed the foundation of his masterpiece.

Seedlings hauled stone at their elder's command, serving while Vaecath's countless tentacles carved the colossal statue taking form. As the black beast worked over many days and nights, a monument of his affection rose to stand tall, an enormous depiction of Aifa gripping her spear at her side.

"The created become the creators. Praise The Red Vessel's service."

His whispers boomed in her head as Aifa gazed up at the statue. She granted a tentacle a loving caress. Such a project had been of his own will.

Their lives had always been disposable. Their muddy shelters, their huts, their firepits, all traces of the life of a Cavari outside Aslyd's walls were washed away in time. Their bodies were consumed by predators, and when the last person that remembered them died, it was as if they had never lived.This, however, sealed her into history, a monument to her memory.Aifa had lived.

Though she savored the knowledge that she'd be remembered, she looked at Vaecath for far longer than the statue. There was more than one type of immortality. Her blood ran through his veins, and that of every seedling. Stone would endure, thoughbloodwas eternal.

Leaving his side, she continued on. Strolling, she passed building after building, seeing tentacles writhing through the windows. Cavari homes had become little more than nests and dark lairs for her kin.

She reached the largest of the new structures. What she had grown to affectionately call aseeding pit, it was but one of many dotting the city. Larger than the others, it was essentially a wide and shallow hole dug into the ground, stretching across an area that had once held several buildings. Remnants of the demolished structures lined the pit, forging reinforced walls that sloped down to the bottom.

Nearly every inch of the hole was covered by the endless masses of writhing tentacles pushing and squeezing against each other for room until it was impossible to identify where one seedling ended and another began. Vast quantities of sperm spewed forth, wetting the hole and all tentacles inside until a mixture of slime and seed pooled at the wide bottom. It was a raging storm of potent virility, a site of conception and the creation of new life. And the women...

Aifa savored the sight of their suffering. When a female was fertile, she was dragged into the pit. She could see their bodies squirming below, dozens of Cavaries wrapped head to toe by competing tentacles as every orifice was explored. When the seedlings grew too frantic, a captive occasionally...drowned, though she did what she could to limit the loss of valuable wombs. Those that survived the pit were pulled out, their pregnancies guaranteed, and their minds in tatters. After giving birth, they were sent back in to serve once more. If a Cavari woman wasn't in the process of getting pregnant, or already pregnant, she was of little use to Aifa and her kin.

She stood at the edge of the pit as the seedlings parted to make way. There, among the writhing tentacles and bodies below, she saw the golden form of Jynae-bal among the chaos. Having doubled in size since Aslyd's fall, the beast was an imposing mass among the lesser creatures.

Just as Jynae-bal finished pumping his seed into an already leaking vagina, she summoned him silently. The beast obeyed, and the seedlings scurried to get out of his way.

Even as she led him without a word, she couldn't help but note his delay. It was little more than a mere second, though a second, nonetheless. Vaecath always reacted the instant he sensed her commands.

Golden tentacles shimmered in the sun as the beast loomed behind her, creeping along at her back. She led him silently down the street, passing one of the many buildings that housed the breeding slaves. The former women of Aslyd retreated from the crudely barred windows as they saw their conqueror, the destroyer of their lives, each cradling pregnancies. The modified structure could nearly be considered a pen for livestock, rather than a home. Seedlings guarded the only entrance.

As they passed a smaller seeding pit, Aifa found Ayaalag within. Nearly as large as Jynae-bal, the blue mass lumbered to follow. Again, a delay.

Together they strolled towards the grand gates of Aslyd at the far end of the street. Remnants of the scars of Vaecath's rampage remained as she walked. She could see the damage torn across black stone from colossal tentacles.

Nearing the gate, Aifa lingered a moment. She could sense their approach. A minute later, the grand gates were slowly hauled open by tentacles mindlessly performing their function. Though it wasn't her intended destination, she wanted togreether new wombs.

Dozens upon dozens of her strongest seedlings had been sent forth to search the dangerous jungle. Faster than the monstrosities lurking among the trees, they obeyed their matriarch's commands to seek out every fertile Cavari female that roamed outside their walls. For miles upon miles they spread out, slaughtering the males of any tribe or scavenging group and carrying away their females back to the swarm. In time, the deep jungle would be cleansed of Cavari scum, and every remaining member of Aifa's species would serve only to birth more of her children.

A thought of Darmi struck her like a dagger. The girl had yet to be found, despite the constantly searching seedlings. Only two options for her fate were possible. Either she was somehow beyond their senses, ordead. Aifa masked a subtle twitch of her stern lips.

Through the open gates she watched as a group of six women were led into the fallen city. Eyes wide with awe and terror, having never seen civilization, they were dragged to meet their doom.

Aifa leered at them as they passed. For an instant she saw her face upon one of the captives. A blink and it was gone. The gates shut at their backs, sealing their fates. Such was the nature of their horrid world, she knew, for the weak fell to the horde.

Wandering seedlings scurried to claim the new flesh. The captives screamed as they were snatched and dragged away towards the seeding pits. Aifa left them to their doom, continuing onward.

Her destination was near the wall. Where a building had once stood, its remains had been cleared away after Vaecath's tentacles had shattered much of the structure. Now only the cellar remained, lying open to the sky. A net of woven vines had been fastened to replace the ceiling, and Aifa could see the slaves huddled in their crude prison below.

The last living males of Aslyd, less than a dozen remained. They languished in the ground, twitching and shuffling in the cellar pit. Some bumped against each other and the muddy walls mindlessly, while others clawed at shadows none could see. Their crimson skin was splattered with mud, appearing wet after a recent rainfall.

Aifa could take amusement in the female slaves, for at the very least the sight of their feminine bodies stirred her interest despite her hate. The males received only her scorn. A single command would see them exterminated, though alas, she had grown to realize that she required them.

She waved a hand at the pit of males. Jynae-bal understood her silent aims. A golden tentacle snapped a vine, reaching down to snatch a slave and hoist him up and out. A seedling came quickly to repair the damage.

Trembling, the male struggled in the beast's grasp. Like a wild animal he trashed his head in panic.

"Hush."

The sound of her voice stopped his struggle. Though continuing to tremble, he peered at his mistress with wild eyes, empty of thought.

Jynae-bal held him as Aifa inspected her prey. The bravest men of Aslyd had been warriors, and they had fallen on the day of their doom. The rest that could carry a spear half-competently had been forced to fight. Some had proved their worth, standing against the swarm until their end, while many had fled, only to be brought down from behind.

The male before her was a young thing, perhaps just having reached the age of maturity. He had been neither a warrior nor one to flee. Scrawny and weak, Aifa could feel what remained of the young man's memories. Jynae-bal's whispers revealed a sister trying to hide her younger brother from Audir's ruthless recruitment. No doubt she was now in the seeding pits.

Looking into his eyes, Aifa saw only fear empty of thought. Did he even remember his lost sister? Did he see her face whenever he managed to grasp at a shattered memory? It mattered little.

All those that had survived the day of Aslyd's fall had been sensed by seedlings and captured. All females were doomed to serve, and the few remaining males were forced to face Vaecath's whispers.

The memory of the first time the beast had tried to touch the mind of a male would never leave Aifa's thoughts. It felt like both yesterday and an eternity ago, remembering the hunter that had bashed his head against a tree to get Vaecath out of his mind while she and Darmi had watched in horror. When the great beast had woven his unseen tendrils into the minds of the survivors of Aslyd, the result had been much the same.

One by one they had been dragged before the beast. One by one their minds had been shattered by his mere touch. It had been an overly long process, exhausting Vaecath each time. Abandoned to madness, the majority had taken their own lives the moment they had the chance. Only those few imprisoned in the cellar pit had refrained, becoming trembling animals with tattered minds.

The boy before her could not speak. No thought sparked behind his maddened eyes. He was merely a body driven by instinct, for only such instincts had been deep enough to survive the destruction of his mind.

"Calm yourself, pet,"Aifa commanded in a deadly tone.

Terrified and trembling, only the sound of her voice distracted from his panic. Afemale'svoice. Like an insect drawn to light, undamaged instincts sparked inside his wounded head, and she saw his manhood twitch.

With a sneer of disgust, Aifa watched as his empty gaze traveled over her exposed body. In moments, his manhood stood hard before him. She gave the glowing tip an angry flick, seeing him quiver with need.

"You're luckier than you deserve." She held her pregnancy, marching away. "Come, Jynae-bal. He shall do."

The young man's cock was much larger than average, though she cared only for the seed that rested inside. The pleasure of Sarui and the twins would be of no concern unless it could be used against them.

Hoisting the slave into the air, Aifa's littlebreeding pet, Jynae-bal followed his mistress.

They returned to the ziggurat with purpose. Inside waited her aims, another step to secure the future of her children. Hardly could Jynae-bal and Ayaalag fit through the entrance any longer, though they squeezed their squishy and flexible bodies through the corridor with great effort, smearing the black walls with slime that helped to lubricate their entrance. When they emerged into the throne room, they found Cycath already waiting. Pressing together, the trio filled the chamber from floor to ceiling. They squeezed against the far walls to grant the Cavaries as much space as they could manage, forming a cavity in the center of the chamber that was the size of an intimate room.

Surrounded by walls of tentacles, Aifa met her prey.

The male's wild gaze went wide at the sight before him, for in the center of the chamber, he was met by Sarui, Pirmi, and Rafi, where they continued to suffer in the tormenting grasp of crimson tentacles.

Bound and blind, the girls were oblivious to the arrival of their mistress until Aifa touched Rafi's flat belly, savoring the feeling of her squirming panic and muffled cries.

Sarui heard the sound through the wet cacophony of writhing tentacles. Dread spread throughout her body, seeping deep to touch her bones. What horror approached now?

She remembered her father's dagger. Mauron had been right to be afraid. From the moment of her capture, every day had been a torture. Wrapped head to toe in constricting tentacles, arms tight against her sides, she could do nothing to escape whatever cruelty came for her today.

Aifa caressed her captives, savoring the feeling of their bound curves. Though every inch of Sarui was concealed by crimson tentacles squeezing her without mercy, the legs of Audir's desirable twins were spread far apart, leaving them vulnerable to the cruelty of Cycath's touch.

Squirming, writhing, the twins whimpered into the tendrils wrapped around their heads for a mercy that would never come, for tentacles flicked up and down frantically between their parted legs, licking between the lips of their helpless loins. Stimulated by tingling slime and the tentacles brushing over their aching buds, they struggled uselessly to escape their torturous pleasure.

A rare smirk crept onto Aifa's stern features. She watched as Pirmi's hips bucked in an orgasm the girl didn't want.

Never had their torment ended. For a full month, Pirmi had been denied, brought repeatedly to the very brink of an orgasm that Vaecath's whispers held back. Rafi had been forced to climax more times than most would ever experience in the entirety of their lives. The next month, their suffering had switched. Knowing nothing but the consuming desire for any release, Pirmi had been doomed to experience a string of orgasms that seemed never to cease. Overstimulated and fully accustomed to cumming many times an hour, Rafi's climaxes had come to a sudden stop, punishing a vagina that had drowned in pleasure with a total drought of relief. The next month they switched again, and again, and again, until they were reduced to mere flesh trembling mindlessly.

Aifa beheld her vengeance. Audir's beloved daughters whimpered, broken, little more than toys she may inflict her wrath upon. Then there was Sarui...

The daughter of The Knowledge Holder had been brutalized. Every hole, every deep crevice had been roughly explored more times than the girl dared to remember. For hours each day she had been overstimulated until she broke. When her addiction to the overwhelming pleasure consumed every aspect of her being, she was tortured by several hours of total denial, driving her to madness each day.