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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36th of Twic, 767 BVE.

Deep Jungle.

Aifa winced as the vine was tightened harshly around her wrists, binding her arms behind her back. She met her captor with a bloodthirsty scowl, a look that carried no weight. Surrounded by spears, she knew this would be their end.

Shoved roughly to her knees, Darmi joined her a second later. They watched as a man stepped from the rest, his black spear tapping the stone beneath them with each step. The sash woven of black vines across his chest did little to hide the scars decorating his bare body, few in number, yet deep and long. Crouching to meet their eyes, his firm face pressed close to Aifa's, enough to smell his scent.

"Cut our throats and be done with this," Aifa said when she would tolerate his studying gaze no longer. Darmi's eyes widened, trembling.

The man's expression offered no emotion. He merely exhaled through his nose, his breath hot in Aifa's face. "You're the one. I remember your face."

Confusion claimed her, watching his harsh features flicker in the deep red light that burned from the torches in the others' hands. Several moved with efficiency, inspecting their camp and creating a protective perimeter. Atop the massive stone hand, the palm's size only permitted ten of their number atop it, yet she heard others searching the vegetation below. "You know nothing of me."

"I watched my men escort your group through the gates of Aslyd." He patted her cheek. "I never forget a face,Holy Mother."

Aifa's cheeks burned with rage at his touch, her steady breaths a mask of control. As she watched his attention shift, she only hoped Vaecath had escaped, still feeling his presence caressing her mind.

"This one is Darmi. Are you not?" The man looked down, seeing Vaecath's seed continuing to drip down the girl's thighs. "Your tribe said enough."

"M...my tribe?" Her trembling ceased for only a moment.

A younger man joined them from below. He waited for their captor's nod. "A blood trail leads off into the vegetation, High Seeker. It's hurt, though we've lost it."

The man met Aifa's gaze once more. "Call it."

She merely glared, a thought of Darmi at her side the only reason she refrained from spitting in his face.

"So be it. I was obliged to try the simple solution." Emotionlessly, the man rose to his feet. He offered a silent nod to the closest four of his men.

Aifa's heart pounded as their strong hands roughly forced her to the floor, two making her their target. Fighting, she was pinned onto her back, her legs forced apart. To her right, she heard Darmi's cries of protest, the sound inciting her strong thighs to strain in vain.

"It'd be efficient to cut your fingers off one by one until you obey, though The Knowledge Holder has commanded mercy. He wants your end to be painless and clean, and so it shall," The High Seeker said calmly before nodding to a younger man. Short and skinny, he stepped forward as his leader continued. "I've come prepared."

The boy reached into an animal skin bag hanging from a belt of vines, withdrawing a worm, its wet surface a bioluminescent purple that glowed in the night. Fat and thick, its body tapered into a thin tail. It squirmed in his hand, nearly as large as the undersized manhood dangling between his legs.

Aifa strained to close her legs as the worm dangled over her, feeling utterly exposed. At a silent command from The High seeker, the boy knelt. She nearly hissed as his fingers parted her leaking lower lips. "Don't youdaretouch me! I'll take your hand, you impotent-"

A smack from one of the men holding her down dazed her. The man was rewarded by a hard thrust of the black spear's blunt end, shattering his nose. "No pain. The next to disobey loses his manhood," The High Seeker calmly reminded them. The injured man endured his wound in silence.

Glaring with rage, Aifa watched as the boy pressed the glowing worm against her labia. "No...NO!" Wanting to claw his eyes out, her lips parted in surprise as the creature writhed, wiggling inside her with the boy's assistance. She gasped as it slithered deep into her tight loins, her legs straining to close. Its thin tail remained outside, curving up to meet her clit. "Get...get it out! NOW!"

The sight of her humiliated horror brought the first smile to the man's face, watching the desperate fight to maintain her composure. As the worm began to squirm within her vaginal canal, her breath caught in her throat at the sensation, eyes widening.

"Call him." The man waited for a mere moment before his smile faded. He eyed her calmly. "I would rather not waste hours. You'll break, or the beast shall come on its own. I know the nature of its kind. The ancient one required females. The scent of two in heat shall summon its offspring."

"I'll...ahh...cut your throat..." Aifa strained to say, holding back a moan as if it'd destroy her to utter. The worm squirmed, writhed, its wet tail caressing her sensitive bud. Hips rising as if she could escape, she wondered if a quick dagger to her neck would've been preferable.

The boy's manhood twitched at the sight of her struggle as he pulled a second worm from the bag. Panic mixed with disgust in Darmi's gaze as he knelt between her legs to dangle the worm over her vulnerable loins. "P...please don't put that inside me...please..." she begged softly.

Aifa glared at her weakness, only to wince when the girl cried out. Gritting her teeth, she watched the worm slither inside her companion. "Dead men...I'll hunt each of you down!"

The High Seeker ignored her threats, for they were as harmless as the wind. "You'll call it, or the need of you both shall draw it near." He nodded once more, and his men obeyed.

Fighting, Aifa tried to kick as they released her legs. She struggled in their grasp, knowing she may have witnessed her last sunset. Their combined strength was overwhelming as she was roughly dragged across the smooth stone. They forced her against Darmi, back to back, on their sides as they were bound tightly together, vines pressing into their red skin. The vines were harshly wrapped around their bodies, four legs held together. They could do little but squirm as Aifa spat curses. Her vicious words struck like the tip of a spear. A gag cut them short like a shield. Another was forced into Darmi's mouth, concealing muffled protests.

"Each hour you'll have a chance to speak. Call it, or don't. My patience is endless." The man left them to struggle together, choosing five of his warriors with a firm look. "Join the others below. Secure the area and continue the search."

Obeying, the men departed, as the remaining four spread out, guarding the perimeter. The High Seeker dragged Aifa's sleeping mat closer, kneeling before the bound women. He watched them fight against their restraints for a moment before closing his eyes, his back straight and unmovable.

Aifa writhed, feeling the worm moving inside her. It seemed to rub against all the right places, as if a familiar lover. Utterly violated, the rage in her eyes was not a weapon, but a defense, a shield to push back a sense of helplessness that grew with every fruitless struggle. The vines bound them tightly together, unbreaking, unmerciful.

She felt Darmi squirming against her, hearing muffled whimpers. Aifa screamed with rage, her hatred burning alongside the deep ache within her loins. Already her body longed for Vaecath's touch, still leaking his seed. Her thighs rubbed together as much as her restraints would permit, feeling the worm's tail flicking back and forth over her sensitive bud.

The High Seeker offered no acknowledgement of her torment. She looked over, glaring, wanting to peel the skin from his flesh. He appeared unmoving, as if a statue, meditating with steady breaths.

The permanent need between her legs had already been noticeable before the worm. Now, her eyes clenched shut, feeling every movement of the wiggling creature inside. Its wet texture coaxed her desire with every twisting pulse of pleasure.

She didn't want satisfaction. She didn't want to cum. She'd grant them nothing but hate, stifling every moan. A wet flick brushed her clit, then another, the worm moving like a methodical torturer in no hurry.

Darmi pulled at her bindings. The feeling of utter helplessness forced a whimper of submission into her gag, her lower lips growing wetter as her cheeks darkened. They were completely at the mercy of their captors, their fate lingering before them, unescapable. Fear mixed with a reluctant moan, trembling, squirming.

The deep ache inside Aifa taunted her, body nearly begging for more despite her resistance. Pleasure dueled with hatred, a craving battling spite. As the minutes passed, she realized with concern that her pleasure had plateaued. She grew no closer towards a climax, the movements of the worm merely maintaining her stimulation. Her body required more, a mere worm not nearly enough to bring her to satisfaction.

Feeling Darmi moving against her, she grimaced, knowing the girl endured the same predicament. The ecstasy of tentacles hadbrokenthem.

"Stay away, Vaecath"Aifa thought. She felt him, far away, yet his whispers continued to caress her mind.He lived.

She was nearly relieved that the worm was insufficient to please her. The only victory against her captors would be her restraint, defying them the satisfaction of her climax. Her body disagreed, tingling, aching, begging.

"Vaecath...don't come,"she commanded. Her lust was a beacon, a light his kind must seek. His self-control was his salvation from their spears, no doubt eased by the certainty of their pregnancies. She could feel his mind far away, waiting, drinking in the arousal radiating from her loins. A dull pain pulsated from his mind, his wounds a reminder of the death they'd bring. "Run, child! Our wombs can offer no more!"

The thought brought sadness to her expression. Was this her end? Bounded, shamed, denied? She wanted to curse all Cavaries. She wanted to curse the world. The fact her bloodline still lived was her only comfort, her vengeance. "Spread, Vaecath! Live! Consume them all, so they may never harm you! Avenge me!"

Finally, a quiet moan escaped her, the writhing worm inside her vagina ever maddening. It twisted, squirming, shifting, a slimy muscle stirring inside her loins. It never calmed, as if bred to torment her eternally.

The High Seeker sat silently, never moving until the first hour's end fell upon them. Only then did he swiftly remove their gags, peering into Aifa's defiant eyes, his own remaining calm. "Call it."

"Cut me free, and I'll drink your blood."

Indifferent, he replaced their gags, muffling Darmi's whimpers. "The beast shares your blood; both of you. It can feel your minds. Summon it, or your body will." He ran a hand over Aifa's midriff, inciting muffled curses before returning to his meditation.

The feeling of his touch lingered upon her red skin, a reminder of his control. As her anger simmered, Aifa groaned in frustration, her loins burning with a lust she didn't want. Every flick of the worm's tail flared her desire, far too slow to reach her limit. She strained in her bindings, hearing Darmi wince as the vines dug into her skin. She eased for the girl's sake, resting her head against the stone ground with a huff. Her white hair flowed down her face, clinging damply to her cheeks with perspiration from the humid air. It helped to mask her shame, her reluctant enjoyment, biting back a groan.

The second hour came and passed, their worms never tiring. Aifa heard Darmi's pleasured breaths when she was ungagged. The girl offered a plea for mercy. Aifa offered an insult. Their tiny freedom was dashed once more, and the man returned to his silent meditation.

Back to back, Aifa felt Darmi's rump against hers, feminine muscles twitching subtly in reaction to the worm. Their tails brushed together, shuddering from every squirming movement inside them. Her touch was a comfort, no longer enduring the savagery of the world alone. Aifa groaned, eyes burning with shame. She had led the girl to this fate.

Vaecath's whispers massaged her mind from a distance, his pain quieting as his wounds healed. She could taste his temptation, his restraint holding him back from claiming two aching females.

After the third hour, a man returned from below. "High Seeker, a herd is approaching from the west. They'll pass the hand."

Easing from his meditation, the man nodded calmly. "Lead the others below to the south ridge and set up camp. We'll be here awhile, and their presence shall only endanger us," he commanded before assessing the remaining men. "We slew the ancient one with a dozen spears. Four shall be enough to put down its offspring."

Eyes flashing open, Aifa stirred anew, straining to escape.He was there.

Every instinct demanded to spill his blood. The murderer of Onaalag was inches away, and all she could do was squirm. The torture between her legs was an agony of burning lust that went unsatisfied, her body demanding more. She screamed into her gag, a war cry that was reduced to a pitiful protest.

The newcomer swiftly departed with a bow of his head. He moved with purpose, his leader's words his only aim. Aifa peered at the others, all four still standing in place, unmoving as they guarded the perimeter, watching for movement through the treetops below. She could cut the youngest down in single combat, she knew, yet the rest? Her hope had never been bright, yet it dimmed, a shadow beneath the moonlight of Twic. Their torches continued to burn, a reminder of the ziggurat in Aslyd. Onaalag had promised she'd escape such a fate. Was this any better?

An hour later, she heard the thunderous rhythm of pounding hooves as the herd approached. They grew closer, treetops rustling. Below, branches snapped loudly, deafening to her keen ears as they shattered and cracked. It sounded as if a river poured around the base of the hand's arm far below, trickling away into the distance. When silence returned, she longed for another distraction from the worm constantly tormenting her loins.

She searched her surroundings, lower lips throbbing, desperate to focus on anything but the twisting, writhing motions rubbing every inch inside her vaginal canal. The tail flicked her clit back and forth in a steady rhythm, as if marking the passing of each second.

The flowers placed carefully around the hand's edges caught her eye, their vivid petals withering with every hour that passed. Uncared for, they fluttered in the breeze, a loose flower occasionally toppling over the ledge. The guards appeared oblivious of their purpose, allowing their scent-masking properties to fade without concern.

"Careless fools..." she thought to herself.

When the sun began to emerge from the horizon, she felt Darmi's body trembling against hers. Aifa groaned, knowing the lingering desperation aching in her loins tortured her companion all the same. She had endured worse at the hands of Onaalag, surviving the deepest depths of maddening denial, yet what of the girl?

This failure was Aifa's. The girl suffered at her side. Scowling at herself, Aifa shuffled her bound arms just enough to grip Darmi's hands. The girl squeezed back, tails wrapping around each other.

"Forgive me, Darmi. You served me well,"Aifa thought to herself. Even silent words felt bitter on her tongue, forever unsaid. Every maddening wiggle inside her vagina was mirrored within Darmi as they squirmed together.

No longer could she deny her needs.Aifa wanted to cum.A frustrated groan was her only way to speak a truth she utterly despised, her body screaming to find satisfaction. The worm's tail rubbed her throbbing clit like a gentle lover, never stopping, never offering mercy. She tried to buck her hips, a subtle motion, hoping none would notice.

When The High Seeker rose once more, she met him with a hiss as he removed their gags.

"Please..." Darmi whimpered.

"Call it." The man squatted beside her. When the girl merely bit back a moan, he offered no hint of disappointment as he replaced their gags.

Watching them struggle, he smiled, only the second they had seen upon his face. It was an unnatural thing, a curling of his lips, as if a poor mimic of genuine emotion. "The beast has endured temptation for longer than I predicted." Cold eyes studied their struggling bodies, tracing their bound curves as if they were gentle hills. "Magnificent creatures. They deserve the peaceful death I'll grant their kind."

Aifa pulled against the vines, feeling as if the rage in her eyes would set him aflame. Her thighs rubbed together, wet with her own slick juices.

"They feed from you. Were you aware?" The smile faded, his eyes dimming as he appeared lost in thought. "The fluids of your body are but a delicacy. They feed from the echoes of your soul, the ripples of your pleasure, like plants soaking in sunlight."

Darmi moaned as if in response, her body their lure.

Face hard, he returned to the sleeping mat. "Call it. Be done with this. The end I offer is a mercy. The ancient one waits for us at the side of The Creator."

Squeezing Darmi's hand, Aifa clenched her legs together, wishing she could push the worm from her loins. The murderer of her master knelt before her, returning to his meditation.

Licking, rubbing, swiping, the tail of the worm caressed her clit like a toy. Inside, it wiggled, caressing, twisting, nuzzling. Aifa wanted to scream. She wanted to rip free of her bondage. She wanted to spill their captor's blood. She wanted to thrust her fingers into her needy loins until every ounce of her agonizing lust was satisfied. Instead, she could only writhe helplessly.

When at last their gags were removed once more, Aifa prepared to spill a barrage of venomous curses, pouring her hate. Yet as she opened her mouth, she was surprised to hear Darmi's voice first.

"E...enough! Take it out...and I'll call him!" the girl muttered, desperation dripping from her tone.

"You traitorous-" Aifa started to shout, cut off as her mouth was covered by the hand of a warrior. Horrified, she tried to shake free, her protests muffled.

"Please..." Darmi begged, every breath dripping with an arousal she could no longer endure.

The man's hard face offered no emotion. He simply snapped his fingers. The others turned on their heels, moving to unbind the pair. "Mercy for cooperation. Good. I'll accept an efficient path towards your end."

Bound together, untying Darmi's legs set Aifa's free in return. Kicking, she fought to keep them away, while the girl sat obediently as the two women were pulled apart. The men pinned Aifa to the ground, fighting her shouts as they struggled to keep her mouth covered.