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 Twic, 767 BVE.

Deep Jungle.

The cries of a new mother tore through the sky, rippling across the surrounding treetops. Aifa writhed on her back, legs spread apart.

"I think I see it!" Darmi exclaimed with a mix of horror and excitement. She watched her companion's flesh shifting subtly as something wiggled within her birth canal. "It's...moving!"

"Get away from me!" Aifa screamed, almost kicking the girl kneeling between her legs. Slime poured from her lower lips, tingling maddeningly as her hands squeezed into fists. She needed something to hold, a foundation to bear her pleasure. Every movement within her womb was an ecstasy, the unborn creature's mind caressing its mother's.

Reaching over, Darmi took her hand, trembling together.

"I said...ahh...get...away..." Aifa moaned, her eyes fluttering. Her fist eased until she accepted the girl's grip, squeezing her hand as she shuddered in orgasmic bliss.

Parted lips of curiosity curled into a grin after Darmi gasped, seeing the tip of a tentacle emerge from Aifa's quivering labia. From bioluminescent blue lips slid a tendril of shimmering gold. It writhed as inch after inch escaped, tasting the air for the first time.

Dazzled by the creature's splendor, Darmi couldn't help but caress the wet appendage. Slime dripped from its tip as it wrapped around her finger, squeezing as hard as its mother. She giggled, awed by the crimson patterns cascading across its surface. She glanced at Vaecath, seeing the large beast resting beside them, black tentacles stirring excitedly in reaction to the birth. He had been an abomination, the cause of her exile. If he had been a mere animal in her eyes, the newborn was an artwork.

Aifa cried out, an orgasm holding her mind. Another tentacle slipped from her loins. Dozens squirmed inside her. No longer were her juices her own, loins oozing slime that tingled upon every inch and crevice it touched. She wanted to scream, the world spinning, flashing, splitting apart. The bulk of the child's mass began to slide through her tightness, stretching her without pain. Pleasure was her existence, fighting to remain awake.

"It's..." Darmi moved closer, never releasing her grip. As Aifa's legs parted further with a scream, she watched tentacles pour from her lower lips. The creature's mass slid from its mother, falling into Darmi's lap. She gasped, freezing as the child touched her mind. No image forced itself inside. No vision found her. Instead, she merelyfelt. Her blood was inside Vaecath, feeling every drop. It ran through the newborn. She mixed with Aifa within the creatures, two mothers, matriarchs, bloodlines merging. Gasping at the sensation, she looked to Vaecath once more with wide eyes, no longer an animal, but herson. "Aifa..."

With the last flickers of consciousness, she watched Darmi through fading vision, the orgasm overwhelming her senses. The girl cradled the golden creature to her young breasts, an obsession in her eyes.

Finally, Aifa eased back as darkness claimed her.

34th of Twic, 767 BVE.

Deep Jungle.

"The artist rises. The Red Vessel weeps."

Tentacles writhed across an empty world. Aifa stood in the center of their undulating masses. They began to swirl around her, a consuming vortex that wrapped around her body. She screamed, raged, feeling them constricting, enveloping her form. She threw her head back, a final breath before they covered her mouth. Squeezing, crushing, they forced the air from her lungs.

In the darkness, a blinding light flashed from above, and all fell to ash.

"Seek Synaalag."

Aifa's eyes flashed open. She gasped for breath as the nightmare faded, touching her neck. Her heart pounded, easing slowly as she looked around, seeing the blue sky high above.

"Mistress, calm. We're safe," Darmi's soft voice echoed as the girl hurried to her side. Placing a hand on Aifa's chest, she smiled. "Welcome back."

"Mistress?" Aifa sat up, feeling an emptiness within her womb. She brushed aside the girl's hand, scanning her surroundings. Still atop the stone hand, she had been placed upon her sleeping mat. "How long?"

"Two days." Darmi grinned excitedly. "Come. You must see what you've made."

Head swimming, she watched the girl hurry to Vaecath's side, seeing their crude fire pit burning in the center of the massive palm. Eyeing the roasting meat of a large beast with three legs, she allowed a nod of satisfaction. "A good kill."

"Hmm? Oh, you can thank Vaecath for that. I've been busy tending to this little beauty." Darmi pulled the golden creature from its sire's black hold. As she held it to her chest, she giggled with affection.

Aifa watched golden tentacles explore the girl's small breasts, licking at her nipples. "You claim Vaecath slaughtered this beast?"

Darmi's lips parted in a faint gasp as a tiny tentacle tugged at her blue bud, though she nodded. "He carried it here. I believe he broke its neck."

Releasing a silent breath, Aifa felt her tension ease. No news would've been sweeter to her ears, for at last, Vaecath could hunt on his own. Perhaps theywouldsurvive.

"Do you want to hold him?" the girl asked, seeing Aifa's eyes fade into distant thought. Plans no doubt sparked to life within her crimson head, ever thinking of their next step. Darmi offered the golden creature as if handling a fragile gem. "Jynae-bal. He whispered the name to me...I think."

Eyeing tentacles that shimmered in the sun, Aifa accepted the creature for her inspection. Slime tickled her hands, yet the touch of his wet surface incited a deeper shiver, as if she could feel their connection, mother and child. "Jynae-bal. Very well." His tendrils wrapped around her arms as her thoughts reached out to him like a gentle hand. "You are a testament of Onaalag's legacy, child."

"I understand now," Darmi muttered quietly. "When you rushed into our cave to save Vaecath, I was...perplexed. Is that the proper word? You expected to die for him. I think I know why now."

Seeing the girl turn to peer back at Vaecath with love, Aifa concealed an amused smirk. "Then I suppose you're willing to put aside these useless notions of revenge?"

Joy drained from her expression. She folded her arms, almost hugging herself as she shook her head. "You accepted the risk of death for your grandchild. I'd do the same for Vaecath and Jynae-bal. My father merely watched as our tribe..."

Aifa's lips tightened as the girl grimaced. She offered the golden creature, seeing life return to her eyes. "Swallow your hate, as I do."

Gently squeezing the writhing mass of gold in her arms, Darmi glared. "How can I possibly forgive such a thing?"

"I said nothing of forgiveness. Merely stay focused on the task at hand."

"Which is?"

"Nothing less than our survival. We can't hide atop this perch forever, merely hoping to go unnoticed by monstrosities below," Aifa explained firmly, watching slime drip down Darmi's red skin. "We are but four. I'll require countless more to ensure our safety."

The fire crackled nearby, the meat spitting as Darmi looked meekly at her companion. "The vision remains our aims, then? The end of all things?"

Aifa squinted. "Were you not the one to crave such a future?"

Shuffling closer as if she'd be cast aside, Darmi's words came in a hurry. "Yes, yes, I still do! I was merely...upsetwhen I first saw the vision. My tribe deserves punishment, yet what of the rest of the world?" She looked down with an innocence that spoke of her age. "Was I too rash to condemn them all?"

"The world is just as cruel, though its end isn't my aim. I seek walls, child," Aifa explained. Though her tone came harshly, the weariness lingering in the younger girl's gaze forced her voice to soften. She thought of her labor, of how she had taken her hand. Gently, she cupped Darmi's delicate chin. "Aslyd has walls to throw back danger. I've stood before them myself, a mere insect beneath their formidable height. I'll build my own, not of stone, but of my children. What could harm us when a hundred Vaecaths surround us? A thousand? Millions?" She nodded towards the roasting beast with its shattered neck. "Even now he has room to grow."

Cheeks darkening at her firm hold, Darmi swallowed. "What of the rest of our people?"

Aifa glared. "We have none but ourselves. The world shall step aside, for I'll never allow it to threaten us again. I'll forge my own land, a homeland for my children where they may live in safety."

"Is that...Synaalag? Safety? Our haven?"

Vaecath stirred behind, displeased.

Aifa touched her head, wincing as an image flashed through her mind. Sperm met ovum, growing, emerging into countless creatures that spilled from the loins of endless women. She watched them rise, each a beautiful monstrosity, no two alike. Endless variations stretched into the sky, reaching, grasping, spreading.

"Seek Synaalag."

Darmi gasped, almost toppling over before regaining her balance. "I...don't understand."

"Creation," Aifa whispered, peering down at Jynae-bal. The artwork in the girl's arms was priceless, a unique being that could never be copied. As her face hardened, her aims merely solidified further. "It was Onaalag's will that I continue his line. Vaecath, there is little point in birthing unique beings if they are slaughtered soon after. I shall build our haven, ensuring Onaalag's line can spread and mix in safety."

The black beast merely curled its tendrils, its mind in agreement.

Perplexed, Darmi squeezed Jynae-bal tighter. "Creation? Mistress, I don't-"

Aifa waved her hand dismissively. "A question we can't yet afford, for it'll be meaningless if we are slaughtered. At this moment, our only aim is safety, which can only be ensured by the conception of others. We need a wall, an army to stand between us and the danger of outsiders."

"If Vaecath can hunt, I'd...birth another." Darmi blushed at the thought. Few joys rivaled the sensation of Jynae-bal squirming in her arms, almost tasting their shared blood. A flutter of motherly love quivered inside her, a feeling only dampened by memories. Had her father ever felt the same with his child?

"Two wombs shall never be enough. Others must be found, claimed."

"How?"

"Vaecath can sense the wombs of others, yet I won't rush into unknown territory quite yet." Aifa moved closer, her gaze that of a predator. "In your time among your tribe, did you ever encounter another? A trade? A skirmish? A trading of women?"

The obsession dripping from her companions' tone forced Darmi to lean back. Her mistress saw her aim ahead and would accept no less than its success. "I...did. Once or...or twice. I was permitted to accompany my father during a trade with a neighboring tribe."

A smirk spread across Aifa's firm expression. "Take me."

"Their women won't accept an abomination in their bellies."

"Of course not."

Darmi bit her lip. "They had no part in my tribe's betrayal. Is it not wrong to-"

"They'd cut us down just as quickly. Find no mercy for them, for they'll offer none in return." Aifa frowned, both despising the girl's naivety, and finding her youthful inexperience...tempting. She sighed when Darmi's doubts remained. "You fought my son, did you not? Surely, you struggled when Nula-bal impregnated you. Now, you kneel at my side. You tasted the pleasure he offered. We'll grant others a sample."

Blushing anew, Darmi tilted her head, her short hair brushing her shoulder. "I suppose...we'll grant them a bliss they could never experience in return. Hardly can any feeling compare."

"Good girl." Aifa tried to stand, feeling her legs unsteady. Darmi quickly rushed to her aid, holding her arm.

"We'll depart when your strength has fully returned, mistress."

Scowling at her own weakness, Aifa reluctantly knelt. Her first pregnancy had been longer, and its birth a far easier recovery. There seemed to be no natural law of consistency, each child enacting a different toll. "So be it."

As they sat together, watching the fire burning brightly, the flowers around the perimeter fluttering in the breeze, Aifa thought of Darmi's words. "Mistress."

She couldn't help but conceal a grin.

35th of Twic, 767 BVE.

Deep Jungle.

Soft moans echoed nearby as Aifa's eyes opened, sleep fading just as the sun had hours ago. She listened, hearing the familiar whimpers of pleasure from the opposite end of the stone hand.

Peering over, she squinted, concealing the glowing of her eyes as she spied upon her companion. The girl had departed her hammock, instead resting upon one of the curled stone fingers. Her legs dangled over the edges of the massive finger, a sharp drop on either side as her hand played between her thighs. Aifa saw the bioluminescent blue of the girl's labia glowing in the darkness, hearing each wet caress of her exploring fingers.

Taking in the scent of her pleasure, Aifa's antennae twitched. Smiling to herself, she watched for a moment before closing her eyes, secretly savoring the sound.

The tingling need between her own legs remained, as ever, a temptation that never ceased. The girl sought to satisfy her own, yet Aifa heard the hints of frustration in her tone. Peaking once more, she glanced at Vaecath resting beside her, his tentacles writhing excitedly. No doubt the smell of the nearby fertile girl was a torture, her pheromones of pleasure an agonizing temptation, yet he continued to obey Aifa's command to resist, requiring Darmi to be untouched and ready to hunt. Older than Nula-bal had been, the beast held back obediently, understanding their danger. Now that he could hunt on his own, however...

A deep ache throbbed between Aifa's thighs at the sound, rubbing her legs together. It seemed sleep would not return tonight. A hand slithered down her abdomen, watching to ensure the girl didn't look over. As fingers found soaking folds, she uttered a silent gasp, taking her pleasure.

Still the girl's quiet moans continued, sounding more strained with every passing moment. A low frustration echoed through the night air, lusts unsatisfied.

The memory of Darmi's grip during the birth forced Aifa to bite her lip, suffocating a moan. Perhaps...

Pulling her fingers from her own aching need, Aifa left her sleeping mat behind, moving like a soundless shadow. Crouching, she crept closer, seeing Darmi's eyes clenched shut in concentration.

"Clumsy girl,"Aifa whispered as she eased between her companion's parted legs, startling her. "You're doing it wrong."

"A...Aifa..." Darmi muttered, blushing in embarrassment as she realized she had been caught. "I...I'm sorry...I..."

"As you should be. Your technique is pitiful." Gliding closer, she slid a hand slowly up the girl's thigh. "You have much to learn."

Shivering at the touch of another woman, Darmi covered her lower lips, feeling fingers brushing her protective hand. "I...what are you..."

Aifa quieted her, glowing eyes offering no mercy. With a hungry smirk, she tapped the hand in her way.

Nervously, almost trembling, Darmi dared to uncover herself, feeling the warm air against her wet labia. Legs spread, she touched her own face, fear mixing with an unsatisfied need. She gasped, covering her mouth when she felt her mistress's fingers brush her delicate folds for the first time.

"Good girl." Aifa savored the feeling of her juices as she traced the girl's sweet lower lips. Darmi's hips quivered, eager, nervous, inciting a quiet moan. "Few sensations are sufficient after experiencing a tentacle. Your technique must be flawless, else it won't be nearly enough."

A soft whimper escaped her lips as Aifa brushed her throbbing clit, a delicate little thing that begged for attention. A light pressure was enough to flutter her eyes, shame melting into pleasure. "M...mistress...I've never...with a...we're both..."

"Only a woman knows how best to pleasure another." Aifa caressed the girl's dripping folds, savoring her soft moans. It had been too long since she had played with another.

Darmi's head fell back as she felt a finger slowly slide inside. Her mistress's gentle touch carefully prodded deeper, inciting her hips to rise as she found her prey. A single area found Aifa's focus, her finger rubbing the girl's most sensitive spot. Almost whimpering, Darmi eased her head back, eyes clenched.

"Your claws are a weapon, yet they're merely your fingernails. Move carefully. Position them properly, and you'll never need to fear exploring deeper." Aifa smirked as she felt the girl clenching around her digit. "Did your mother teach you nothing of how to please yourself?"

Shaking her head, Darmi moans prevented a reply, melting at her mistress's touch.

Rubbing inside, Aifa's other hand caressed the girl's small breast, brushing her blue nipple. Delighting in every inch of her beautiful companion's body, she heard Vaecath's wet tentacles writhing wildly behind, his willpower nearly shattering with temptation. "Hold back, child. Give me time,"she thought, feeling his mind touch hers as if pleading for mercy.

"A...Aifa..." Darmi moaned. In her haze of pleasure, she leaned forward, kissing her without thinking. Realizing what she had done, her eyes flashed open, only to be met with her lips once more.

Tasting her, Aifa pulled back to offer a seductive smirk, knowing the girl was entirely hers. Every movement of her finger incited a reaction, as if playing an instrument.

The girl's body began to tighten, preparing, her breath seizing before whimpering in climax. Aifa reached down to hold her, preventing her shuddering body from toppling over either edge. Darmi gasped for breath when it passed, her eyes burning with a sensitive lust.

"See? You'll learn. Now come. It's time you served," Aifa commanded, pulling her finger free. She brought it to her mouth, her long Cavari tongue wrapping around the wet digit as she enjoyed her juices. Soon, she'd taste far more.

Darmi obeyed as Aifa pulled her off the stone finger, finding firmer ground before she was forced onto her back. Eyes widening, she watched as her mistress squatted over her face, thighs straddling her head. Another woman's vagina hung above her, a puzzle she'd have to solve. "M...mistress...I-"

Aifa sat upon her face, lower lips pressing against the girl's mouth. She nearly purred, feeling Darmi's lips brushing her outer folds. "Follow my lead."

Darmi felt her mistress bending over to rest atop her, head between her legs. She felt her mistress's warm breath against her labia, sending a quiver through her body. When she felt a tongue lick between her folds, an instinct of panic tried to close her thighs, only to be forced open by her companion.