Vaid Empire: Mother of Tentacles
Chapter 5
25th of Fixuin, 768 BVE.
Deep Jungle.
Thunder echoed as Aifa knelt in the mud. Rain poured down her crimson skin, hands limp in her lap. She had failed.
The noisy jungle chirped and squawked and screeched with life, yet hers was at its end. She merely waited, knowing the night air would carry her scent.
She stared blankly at her hands, all emotion burned away after the horrid pain of sensing her child’s death. Nula-bal’s mind had torn from hers within an instant, leaving a numbness to follow her agony. The line had ended. The legacy of Onaalag was gone, letting the most valuable thing she had ever possessed slip through her fingers. Her purpose was lost.
The blue leaves shuttered in the rain. They rustled, offering a warning. She cared little, waiting for whatever approached. When a creature emerged, she hardly lifted her head to regard its dripping fangs, hearing ten legs skittering towards her.
Closing her glowing blue eyes, she waited for her fate like helpless prey. No longer would she struggle. No longer would she suffer. No longer would she grieve. The predator approached, a monstrosity clicking in the darkness.
Her antennae twitched a warning. She gritted her teeth. Death approached, fangs readying to strike. Her body clenched, heart quickening. Finally, she’d find peace.
Instinct seized her muscles as she lunged to the side, fangs missing her neck. Blue eyes tore open in panic as she rolled, her body screaming to fight.
“Let it happen,” she thought to herself. “He’s dead. You failed!” The creature struck as she stepped to the side to avoid her end, swiping her claw-like nails. A horrid hiss of agony ripped through the trees as her attack claimed the beast’s eyes.
Blind, the predator writhed, legs skittering as it searched. She dashed through the vegetation, escaping its reach.
“Stop running,” she told herself. “It’s over! Why fight?”
Something wrapped around her ankle. She yelped in pain as she crashed into the mud, slowly dragged backwards. Rolling over, she saw the vine gripping her leg slowly retracting into the grasp of an open flower twice her size. “Let it have you. Let it end!” She clawed savagely at the appendage. A purple liquid splattered her skin as the thick vine was severed, itching wherever it touched. She hurried to her feet as the rain washed it away.
“Seek Synaalag.”
The voice echoed through her mind as she fled. “Even their memory mocks you! Fall!” She gritted her teeth as she ran, feeling tears mixing with rain as her tormenting emotion returned. The trees rustled once more at her side. Before she cared to see what approached, instinct forced her to flee in the opposite direction.
“The Red Vessel lives. The Red Vessel seeks.”
The voice grew stronger, pulling her attention. She shook her head to banish it. “You let your child die!” she mentally screamed at herself, mustering her willpower to stop running. Her antennae twitched, detecting the scent of something approaching. “There’s no reason to continue!”
A thought of Nula-bal forced a strained wail, sobbing as she waited. No longer could she endure, hearing heavy steps pounding into the mud through the trees towards her. When it grew closer, she gritted her teeth as panic forced her to dive beneath a thick bush of glowing orange leaves. The predator lumbered passed as she held her breath, instinct seizing her voice from calling out.
When the beast was gone, she pulled her knees to her chest, tears trickling down her cheeks. Drenched in mud and rain, she allowed herself to shiver. “Why won’t you die, Aifa?”
“Seek Synaalag.”
She held her head with sorrow. Her thoughts turned to rage. “Leave me! I don’t understand! What is Synaalag? I thought I understood, but I don’t! Why do you torment me in death, child? Forgive me!”
Something pulled at her senses, a sensation stretching across miles. She shook her head, feeling the faintest hint of another being stroking her mind. Onaalag was gone. Nula-bal was gone. There was none left to call out to her.
As she felt it again, she groaned, knowing hope was a poison. Still, something continued to call out to her, ethereal tendrils learning to touch her mind. “No…impossible…”
The image of a pregnant Cavari girl seeped into her thoughts, her heart easing. “Nula-bal…did you…” she muttered, feeling a familiar presence luring her forth. “No…I…”
Hope was more painful than her loss. She slowly crept to her feet, moving cautiously through the rain. If there was a single possibility that Onaalag’s blood lived on…
She clawed her way through the vegetation, moving in the direction of the being pulling at her mind.
***
Endless miles over endless hours, her journey seemed to never end. The constant torment of hope was more than she could bear, always building. As the sun rose, she could no longer deny the being’s presence, solidifying its hold upon her mind. She felt it, a new entity slowly developing, growing within a young womb. She hurried towards it, moving cautiously, letting death slip from her desires.
The storm raged, howling through the trees and threatening to consume the world. When the sun began to set once more, the raging rain slowly faded, and she clawed through the wreckage of fallen trees and mud.
As a large cliffside came into view through damaged vegetation, hope nearly choked her. She crept carefully, guided towards a wall of branches and leaves woven together against the cliff, a false wall. As she stepped closer, she froze, feeling whispers caressing her mind. They urged to look up, prompting Aifa to see the smallest hint of a Cavari lookout hidden in a tree. She spotted another nearby as she slowly retreated.
Creeping around in a wide arc, she snuck through the vegetation to avoid detection. When she reached the stone cliff towering above her, Aifa followed it silently. Only when she touched the false wall did she ease with relief, hidden beneath the thick foliage around its base.
Carefully, she pulled a tiny branch aside, knowing a single sound would risk discovery. The hole allowed her to peek inside, seeing the central chamber of a large cave. She gripped another branch as her heart fluttered, for there, bound while lying in the center of the chamber, was the girl from her vision.
Aifa’s heart pounded. The whispers strengthened, calling to her. Though the girl’s belly remained flat, she could feel the growing creature in her young womb with a certainty she couldn’t explain. It felt as though the unborn creature was reaching out to caress her mind lovingly as Onaalag had, forcing her lips to part with instant affection.
“The Red Vessel discovers the next. The line continues.”
A silent cry of relief poured through her. She had failed their child, yet her son’s seed lived on.
She wanted to run to the girl, yet other Cavaries sat about the chamber. As the first hints of sunlight touched the horizon, the cave inhabitants stirred, starting their duties. She watched a woman weave vines together, while men sat talking in low voices, their spears laying across their laps.
A boy wandered into the chamber from a branching tunnel. He approached the girl, spitting on her bound form. “Abomination bearer.”
Aifa squeezed the branch tighter in anger. The girl carried her grandchild, her blood. She wanted to cut out the boy’s tongue, yet her sensibilities remained, eying the spears.
Slowly, she backed away, calming herself. Maneuvering into the jungle unseen, she watched the lookouts from the trees as her mind cleared. The line lived. Onaalag’s blood lived. Her blood lived. Redemption waited for her within the cave, guarded beyond her reach. Looking into the depths of the vegetation ahead, then back towards the cave, her decision was clear.
Be it days or months, she’d wait. She’d be ready. The moment an opportunity presented itself, she’d claim it without mercy.
She retreated further into the jungle, a silent watcher.
31st of Fixuin, 768 BVE.
Deep Jungle.
The stream trickled past Aifa’s camp as she bathed, washing her red skin in the gentle water. Her hands caressed her strong thighs as she squatted, exploring her deadly feminine form as she cleaned the mud from a recent hunt.
When her fingers caressed too close to the aching need between her legs, she bit her lip. Temptation forced a finger inside with a moan, then another. Her body eased, breath deepening as she closed her eyes.
Rubbing her most sensitive area, she tried to scratch an itch that could never be satisfied. Her fingers coaxed her pleasure, her head falling back when she found her climax. Twitching, her body enjoyed a small freedom from her lust, only for her loins to clench with renewed need after mere moments. She sighed in frustration, never escaping her torment for long.
Departing the stream, she slowly made her way through the jungle, ignoring the growing desire burning between her thighs. As she had every day, she crept along the bottom of the cliffside, waiting. Right on schedule, she watched as a pair of hunters departed the cave, moving the false wall back into place.
Creeping closer, she removed her branch and peered through, relaxing her mind as her unborn grandchild mentally called out. Looking into the cave, she saw the girl resting on her back in the center of the central chamber as always, her hands now bound to a stake hammered into the floor above her head. Aifa rarely caught the girl alone, for even now, a young man was claiming his turn between her spread legs.
Aifa watched his hips pumping, sinking his manhood into the girl, her eyes narrowing. The mother of her grandchild deserved better. She watched him groan, hearing the girl’s gasp as he finished within her.
The young man sighed with satisfaction as he pulled out, returning to his duties. Aifa studied the other inhabitants going about their day, all but one paying the girl no mind. A skinny older male sat nearby, his one eye scowling as he watched sperm leak from the bound girl. The other had been carved away by a large scar, along with his left antenna.
Despite her disgust, the sight only coaxed Aifa’s needs further. A harsh tingle demanded her attention between her legs, always at the back of her mind. Satisfied that the girl was unharmed for the day, she retreated to her camp hidden among the trees.
Somewhat safe, she almost trembled as she hurried onto her back, fingers returning between her thighs. They rubbed frantically as her lust grew unbearable, her other hand covering her mouth to conceal her moans from predators.
As she found her fourth orgasm during the morning, she fell limp, knowing it wouldn’t be enough.
“Onaalag…you’ve ruined me…” she muttered.
Staring at the dense jungle ceiling above, her long wait continued.
8th of Iahta, 768 BVE.
Deep Jungle.
“The Red Vessel is needed. A birth approaches.”
The voice stirred Aifa from her rest. Peering into the darkness, she pulled her hand from between her legs where it had remained as she pleasured herself to sleep, fingers coated in her juices.
She shook her head, momentarily disoriented. The whispers caressing her mind tightened in confirmation, forcing her to rise. “Now? I’ve found no way inside.”
Always were there guards. Always were there lookouts. She had watched the girl’s belly swell, helpless to extract the child unseen.
“Peril. Vaecath stirs. Flames rise.”
“Vaecath,” she whispered, tasting the name for the first time. Offering no hesitation, a growing dread crept through her as she hurried through the jungle. She only slowed when absolutely necessary, sneaking towards the cliffside as she had countless times before. As she neared, however, her heart sank when her antennae felt traces of smoke in the air.
Approaching the false wall, she removed the branch and peered through, hearing chanting. She watched as the cave’s inhabitants danced around a fire blazing in the center of the chamber. Billowing red smoke rose from purple wood up ventilation shafts in the ceiling, leaving the cave hot and hazy. Aifa saw the girl standing before it, arms bound to a long vine hanging from the ceiling, her legs spread wide as she moaned wildly.
Aifa watched slime pour in a steady stream from the girl’s loins, eyes rolling back. Memories of her own birth echoed from the past, ignoring an envious lust that built from the sight. Time was short. The child approached.
“F…father…help me…” the girl begged between her moans. The one-eyed man stood before her, ignoring her pleas as he readied his blade silently. The others continued to chant, watching her writhe with pleasure.
Mind racing, Aifa frantically looked around. Never had there been a moment to slip inside unseen. Even while the guards slept, unbinding the girl and moving aside the false wall unheard had always been impossible.
The girl screamed with dripping ecstasy as Aifa watched a black tentacle slither from between her spread legs. Heart pounding, she knew it was time to act, or let the creature die.
Fleeing back into the jungle, she ran far from the lookouts before crying out. Remaining unseen was impossible, yet an alternative had long been a dangerous and reckless temptation. There was no time for caution. If she must risk her life for her blood, she’d do so without hesitation.
Gritting her teeth with unease, she waited before crying out again. The sound seemed to stir the jungle to life, watching winged monstrosities flee into the air. Once more she roared, receiving the answer she sought when the vegetation rustled. Readying herself, she watched as a predator wiggled through the trees, an orange worm that met her with a ring of eyes around its teeth-filled mouth. It rose to tower above her, twice the height of an adult Cavari, with the true length of its long body hidden within the vegetation. Biting back her terror, she whirled around, only hoping she could outrun the horror.
Dashing through the jungle, she heard branches shattering behind. Wet echoes of its movements drove her to run faster, once more prey. Aifa cared little as the lookouts spotted her, readying their spears. Mere moments were all she had, sprinting as quickly towards the cave as her legs would permit. The Cavaries prepared to strike the outsider down, only to cry out a warning as the massive worm claimed their attention. Spears hurled into the beast’s flesh, spewing a foul blue liquid as it screeched.
Grabbing the branches of the false wall, Aifa heaved it to topple to the ground as the beast continued after her, never slowing. The warnings of the lookouts incited the guards within to ready their spears, meeting her with sharp blades as they stared in baffled surprise. She answered their weapons with a scowl, stepping closer as the girl screamed in orgasmic bliss, tentacles reaching from her loins. The one-eyed man finished pulling the unborn monstrosity from his daughter, her body falling limp as she fell unconscious.
Readying her claws, Aifa watched horror spread across their faces, hearing the worm behind. She turned her head in time to see it wriggle through the exposed entrance, raising its mouth to unleash a terrible screech that filled the cave.
Spears rushed forward. The one-eyed man dropped the tentacled creature, instead turning his blade upon the greater threat. The worm howled as it was pierced, and in the chaos, only a single Cavari bothered to attack Aifa. She stepped out of the way of his thrusting spear, grabbing its wooden shaft.
As she struggled with the stronger warrior, she watched as the tentacle creature scurried off unseen into one of the branching corridors. A deep relief filled her, for she had fulfilled her duty. “Vaecath,” she thought, mentally reaching out. “Never forget my love.”
The worm slammed into the stone ceiling, screeching with agony as spears brought the beast down. It collapsed with a heavy wet thud, oozing from its many wounds.
Met with only one combatant, Aifa countered the man’s strength with her flexible agility, clawing across his face and forcing him to fall screaming. As the others rushed towards her, she readied herself, instincts driving her to fight with every ounce of willpower. The shaft of another spear slammed into the back of her head, and as darkness swept in to claim her, she was nearly able to smile. Vaecath was safe.
***
A groan seeped from Aifa’s mouth as she dragged herself from unconsciousness. Her head pounded, seeing the blurry sight of the cave ceiling as her eyes crept open.
Trying to touch her head, she realized her arms were bound behind her back. As her spinning mind returned to reality, she tried to kick, feeling panic ignite as she felt vines tying her ankles together.
“Don’t struggle. Should you break free, they’ll drag you right back,” a soft voice said at her side. Straining to Roll over, Aifa realized the girl was lying beside her. “Let them do what they need to. They’re gentle if you don’t resist.”
Aifa glared, her gaze clearing. She lifted her head, seeing the fire still burning in the center of the chamber. Placed far against the rear wall, lying upon the stone floor, her body ached. It mattered little, for she was more than accustomed to sleeping on harsh surfaces. “I’ll take the hand of any who dares touch me.”
“So you say.” The girl squirmed. Looking down, Aifa saw remnants of slime still coating the girl’s thighs. A blush hinted at its effect still tormenting her. “Why did you save my child?”
Aifa heard her soft voice, low enough to avoid the attention of the Cavaries tending to their duties within the chamber. She saw the entrance concealed once more by the false wall, while the worm’s slaughtered corpse sat in a heap nearby. Men hacked pieces of the beast into chunks, while women roasted them above the fire. The smell caused Aifa’s stomach to growl.
Ignoring the question, Aifa tried to claw at the vines around her wrists. The tight bindings made it nearly impossible, yet she bent her flexible body, trying to scratch at her ankle restraints instead.
“Stop.” The girl eyed the guards nervously, biting her lip with a silent arousal, unable to stop rubbing her soaked thighs together. “If they realize you’re awake, they’ll-”
Offering a grunt, the one-eyed man strode towards them. He whistled, calling the attention of the others. Aifa hurried, realizing the vine was far stronger than she had anticipated.
“Touch me, and I’ll-” She thrashed her head as they covered her mouth with a handful of wet blue clay. It clung to her, gagging her entirely. A muffled cry of rage was all she could offer as they roughly handled her body, carrying her away. They dragged the girl behind, her pretty face offering no resistance but a glare.
Aifa fought as they untied her wrists, trying to scratch and claw while they held her down. Forced onto her back, her hands were bound above her head to a stake in the ground. When her ankles were freed, she kicked savagely, forcing them to hold her down. She screamed in rage as they forced her thighs apart, feeling vulnerable as they peered at her wet sex hungerly.
“You allowed the abomination to escape,” the one-eyed man stated coldly as he claimed his place between her legs. “The tainting of my daughter is unavenged.”
“Father, plea-”
A swift strike of the back of his hand silenced the girl. Forced to kneel beside them, she glared with a simmering hatred.
“Four men perished from the creature. Another lies in pain from your claws. Blood shall pay for blood. In time, yours shall replace those we lost.” His hand slid up her smooth red thigh. “The tribe shall live.”
Aifa cried out with muffled fury, straining to move. Two Cavaries held each leg, pinning her down. Her breath quickened as fingers brushed her lower lips, already wet with need. She bit back a moan, resisting her lust with rage.
Lining up his glowing manhood, he tested her, pushing lightly against her entrance. She thrashed, utterly at his mercy.
“No…no!” she thought, her cries blocked. Her eyes widened with shock as he entered, forcing a muffled whimper as her rage momentarily faltered. She strained against her restraints, pulling with all her strength to escape.
The man gritted his teeth in pleasure, pushing hard into her tightness. He gasped, his hard face offering no affection. Beginning to thrust, his cock slid deep with each movement.
Her soaking loins screamed in satisfaction as she scowled, deadly eyes meeting his with more rage than she believed possible. Never had she experienced a Cavari cock, nor did she care to. Now, one forced itself into the deepest limit of her tight womanhood. Hatred poured through her, mixing with building arousal. She wanted to break free. She wanted to slice off his manhood for daring to violate her. She wanted to cum.
Another male caressed the girl’s chin beside her, brushing his shaft against her lips. She opened her mouth obediently, allowing him to slide inside. A concealed desire mixed with her angry eyes, tasting him.
Every thrust satisfied Aifa’s deepest itch, her body longing for penetration despite her disgust. She resisted her wounded mind, squirming to escape the forceful grasp of her captors. They held her tightly, using their bodyweight to pin her legs to the ground.
Lust tingled within her, left untouched for however long she had been unconscious. She needed pleasure. She needed to moan. Her defiant eyes burned with hate, desire simmering just beneath. The man offered no concern for her internal battle, considering her body as mere meat to breed.
The girl gagged as the other roughly used her mouth, rubbing her thighs together. Her eyes closed, almost as if to savor the taste. When they opened, she offered Aifa a silent apology before glaring at her father. The man ignored her, thrusting hard.
Aifa felt his tip pounding against her cervix, sending flashes of tantalizing pain and pleasure throughout her body. Long had she endured the mere use of her fingers. Now, she wanted him to thrust harder, hating him with every inch of her being.
“You shall bear…ahh…the children of the tribe.” The man caressed her body, making her squirm. “Your womb shall serve…”
Her struggle renewed, trying to thrash. Never would she bear the child of a Cavari. Never could such ordinary offspring compare to the majesty of Onaalag’s blood. She cried out in rage, utterly helpless to avoid her fate.
The girl closed her eyes as the other pulled from her mouth, groaning as he spurted his seed across her pretty face. She endured in silence, thighs rubbing together. As she peered at him, she concealed hatred behind her arousal, his seed dripping from her chin. Another took his place, roughly grabbing her hair as he forced himself between her lips.
Aifa clenched her hands into fists, knowing each thrust brought the man closer to his finish. No mere Cavari child was worthy of her womb. Panic forced her to thrash, almost willing to beg despite her pride if she could speak. She didn’t want his child. She refused to bear his lesser offspring.
The other women casually watched as they continued to cook, hearing Aifa’s strained cries. They offered no rescue, chuckling among themselves.
“Vaecath…help me!” she thought, unable to prevent a moan from slipping through her hatred. Her fertile body wanted his seed. It craved to get pregnant. She tried and failed to close her legs, despising how helpless she truly was.
His thrusts grew frantic. She knew his climax approached. Fighting with all her strength, she froze as she felt the warmth of his seed spurting inside, eyes widening. Potent sperm poured deep inside, making her whimper in defeat.
Her muscles clenched in reaction, unable to prevent her own orgasm as she began to shake. The girl watched with surprise, seeing her quivering body. A deep disgust poured through Aifa, hating herself, despising her own enjoyment. As his cock slowly pulled free, her used loins felt empty, violated and bred. Her vagina lips convulsed, oozing his seed.
Defiled. Tainted. She had been soiled by inferior sperm. Her vagina ached for more as she seethed, seeing satisfaction in the man’s gaze. He rose, replacing a man holding her leg as they switched. The new man grinned, his erection waiting.
Aifa cried out as the new cock pushed inside, her fury swirling with lust. She wanted to castrate them all. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to feed them their own cocks. She wanted to be pounded into the stone ground. She wanted to scream, her mind collapsing against the assault of her ruined desires. Onaalag had truly broken her.
“Ah, careful. You know the punishment for biting,” the other man said, thrusting into the girl’s mouth. She winced with every tug of her hair, blushing with arousal, yet despising all those around her. Hints of her resentment remained even as she savored his cock, her tongue licking the underside of his shaft as if in an obsession.
The man between Aifa’s thighs groaned. She glared with disgust, feeling his size. Far smaller than the first, half of her wanted something much larger, while the other half was grateful he offered no challenge. Deep down, she hoped he was infertile, knowing his seed would be the greatest insult of any of them. His child would offer only weakness.
Taking quick thrusts, he savored the pleasure of her tightness, offering a satisfied expression. His eyes burned into hers, taunting her helplessness. Even the most pathetic of their tribe held total control over her body, caressing wherever he pleased. When he finished with a smirking moan, she clenched her loins, trying to push his seed out, yet knowing the act was useless. The next took his place, forcing her to withhold a groan.
Rougher than the others, he pounded into her without mercy. She wanted to shout curses, to pledge her vengeance, yet her muffled cries only seemed to coax his excitement.
Once more the girl’s mouth brought her captor to orgasm, forced to swallow his seed. She rubbed her thighs harder, leaving her slime-soaked loins cruelly neglected. Her father offered no acknowledgement as another man slapped her cheek with his cock, as if she never existed.
A moan echoed through the cave as the third of her captors spurted within Aifa. She felt her resistance faltering, eyes fluttering as the sensation. When the next took his turn, she glanced at his waiting cock with wide eyes, seeing the weapon waiting for her. Larger by far, he gently pressed his tip to her dripping labia, slowly sliding inside. She cried out, stretching around his girth.
Hatred flowed through her, clashing with pleasure. “You moan for your captors?” she chided herself in disgust. “Perhaps you deserve this fate.”
The man moved his hips carefully, making gentle thrusts. Easily reaching her cervix, he chuckled, caressing her toned body. “Such fire in your eyes.”
As he caressed breasts, she uttered a muffled moan when he lightly tugged at her small nipple rings. She glared, only for her eyes to roll back. Tapping against her limit, his cock forced her into a shaking orgasm.
Breathing hard as she recovered, the sight of his pleased gaze forced her to blush with humiliation. Little more than a toy to tease and breed, she offered a final fit of resistance, struggling hard.
“There’s no escape. You’re far too valuable.” The man glided deep, making her whimper at his size. If any of them could grant her strong offspring, it’d be him. The idea clung to her, the final remnant of her Cavari nature. She rejected it harshly, thighs straining to close.
As he pushed through her resisting tightness, he groaned, unleashing his seed to mix with the rest. She cried out, consumed by hatred.
Another violated her, emptying his seed with satisfaction. The next took his place, men trading and swapping turns until her sex oozed with a potent mixture of sperm. The one-eyed man claimed a second turn, then a third, always gritting his teeth.
After an hour, the strength of her straining legs began to fail, never easing the resistance in her gaze. The women occasionally came to her side, touching her belly with chants to encourage fertilization. She wanted to rip their fingers to pieces for daring to touch her, unable to do little more than whimper.
Finally, the last man spurted within her, utterly spent. They released her exhausted legs. She squeezed her thighs shut as if she could withhold her shame. Used, humiliated, violated, she was abandoned as they returned to their duties, allowing their seed to settle in.
Feeling their combined warmth mixing deep within her loins, she scowled at the ceiling. Loins aching from her rough handling, lusts momentarily satisfied, she bit back a hint of emotion threatening to gather in her gaze. Shaking her head, she squeezed her fists with determination, banishing her weakness. What remained was the tiniest hint of desire slowly returning, lusts igniting once more. She gritted her teeth in shame, her body already seeking more.
Exhausted thighs rubbing together, wet from their sperm, she bit back a moan of hatred.
“Vaecath…”
***
As the jungle fell into darkness outside, the cave settled as its inhabitants slowly returned to their sleeping chambers. The sounds of quiet breathing echoed from the entrance as several guards remained, leaning against the wall in sleep, a luxury they could afford due only to the concealing wall of the cave. The smallest sounds caused them to twitch, no doubt prepared to rise the moment they heard the warning cries of the lookouts.
Left bound where she had been used, Aifa stared at the ceiling, thighs clenched together. She saw the stone through the darkness, the nearby fire extinguished. A simmering anger concealed her emotion, boiling low at the back of her mind. “They can’t contain me.”
Once more her loins tingled with an intense need, never satisfied. She groaned into her gag, disgusted with herself. Only the thought of Vaecath retained her sanity, knowing he was safe. She had redeemed her failure, no matter the cost.
“The Red Vessel.”
The voice caught her attention, raising her head. “Vaecath? Are you there?”
“Vaecath returns. Vaecath feels their slumber. An opportunity arrives.”
She felt his mind approaching, caressing hers. Hope rekindled in her chest, looking through the darkness. A touch of something wet against her arm nearly forced a yelp of surprise. “Vaecath…their seed…” She collected her thoughts, panic returning. “My womb is fit only to bear Onaalag’s legacy. Please. Purge their filth from my loins before it’s too late.”
“Fertilization has yet to occur.”
She breathed a sigh of relief, her body relaxing as the craving within her loins became unbearable. “First, bring me a blade. My claws aren’t enough,” she thought.
The creature obeyed, its wet body sneaking silently through the chamber. She watched as it neared a sleeping warrior, noting its slick black texture. Like Nula-bal, its body was a mass of tentacles around a central bulk. Her heart pounded as a tentacle slithered around the hilt of a dagger at the man’s hip, watching him stir in his sleep just enough to flare her fear. As the blade slid free, she squeezed her hands in victory.
“Now, Vaecath. There’s little time.” She accepted the blade, positioning it to begin sawing through her restraints. Knowing fertilization could occur at any moment, she parted her legs eagerly. “Hurry. Fulfill your nature.”
Vaecath obeyed, happily wiggling between her legs. Reaching out, a black tentacle brushed against her labia, leaving a trail of slime. She shuttered in lust, holding back a moan.
The awkward angle of the dagger slowed her progress, the vine’s texture almost screeching against the blade with each cutting movement. Watching the guards stir at the sound, she slowed further, gradually sawing through.
The tip of the tentacle slithered inside, making her squirm in pleasure as it writhed within her. She bit back a moan, clenching her eyes shut at the feeling of his tendril tickling her cervix.
Aifa could feel him shaking with eager desire, every instinct driving his tentacle to get her pregnant. The sensation brought a hint of sorrow, thinking of Nula-bal. “I won’t deny you. Cum. Breed me! Grant me your offspring!”
The same danger that had presented itself with her son remained, though she had little choice. Falling pregnant with a Cavari child would offer the same perils as carrying the creature’s offspring, preventing her from hunting. Her fate was sealed either way.
Far smaller than Nula-bal, Vaecath caressed the inside of her vaginal canal as if in worship. Obsessing over every inch, he began to thrust, quivering. The central bulk of his body crept closer, as black as the night sky, his slimy surface pushing between her thighs.
Blue eyes fluttered as a second tentacle joined the first, then a third. Together, they offered the girth Nula-bal’s largest tendril had possessed, while a fourth teased her aching clit. Her breaths deepened, hips moving in pleasure.
The blade carved halfway through the vine, ever cautious. A single misstep would mean the death of them both. For a moment she was grateful for the clay as if muffled her subtle cries, spreading her legs further. “Get me pregnant. I shall bear the superior offspring of Onaalag’s line. Breed me! Now!”
Weakening, the vine snapped, freeing her hands. The guards stirred, far too close to her doom for her liking. She raised her hips, swatting aside the fourth tentacle to rub her sensitive clit herself. Fingers moving frantically, her breath seized as a warmth spewed deep within her, the tentacles unleashing all they could. She covered her gagged mouth, eyes clenching shut as her legs trembled in an exquisite climax.
Vaecath’s tentacles writhed in satisfaction, fulfilling his deepest urge. He pushed harder inside, as if trying to force himself into her womb. Mere hours old, he emptied far more than he could handle without control, falling limp in exhaustion.
Chest rising and falling with pleasured breaths, Aifa required a long moment to recover, her loins pulsating with euphoria. Sperm oozed from her used labia, washing away the filth of her captors. She could only hope it’d be enough.
“Good…boy,” she thought as she rose on unsteady legs. Picking up the creature, she held him tight to her breasts, feeling his slime as she ripped the clay from her lips.
“Stop,” a soft voice whispered. Freezing, Aifa looked down at the girl lying nearby, meeting pleading eyes. “You can’t leave me.”
“You’re no longer my concern,” Aifa whispered back.
Straining in her bindings, the girl tried to sit up. “Please…these animals were my tribe, my family, my friends. What do you think they’ll do to me now that my womb is no longer tainted? Please…”
“Better to hunt alone than die together.” Aifa turned her back to the pleading girl. Walking away, she stopped as she heard a quiet whimper, gritting her teeth in annoyance. Turning back, she studied the girl with a silent sigh. “Can you track prey?”
“Yes,” she replied, her voice stirring the guards. “Yes. Please, I can help you.”
Reluctantly kneeling, Aifa placed Vaecath on the ground as she began to saw through her restraints. Every second risked their undoing. Every moment of delay was a danger she couldn’t afford. The pleading in her pretty gaze forced her blade to continue. “You’ll need to make yourself useful, else I’ll leave you in the darkness.”
“Yes, yes of course. Thank you…” The vine snapped around her wrists. When Aifa was finished with her ankles, the girl rose carefully, eyeing a branching corridor as Aifa retrieved Vaecath, cradling him with one arm. “Give me the blade. My father…he…”
Aifa ignored the rage upon her face, gripping her wrist harshly as she led her towards the entrance. The girl inhaled sharply at her painful grip. “Enough. Don’t be foolish. We must-”
A guard groaned at the noise, eyes opening. Disoriented for only an instant, he jumped to his feet at the first hint of danger. Aifa shoved the false wall as he readied his spear, toppling over the woven branches. The man loosed a high-pitched war cry, ripping the others from their sleep.
Aifa pulled the girl through the entrance, running as fast as she could. The men hurried in pursuit, a moment behind. The pair raced through the jungle, nimble and agile. Every step was fueled by mortal fear flowing through their veins, for capture would be their end.
As they lost themselves in the thick vegetation, they blended with the night, leaving the cave far behind.
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