Vaid Empire: Mother of Tentacles
Chapter 7
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 merely felt. 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 her son. “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 they would survive.
“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…upset when 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.
The narrow tip of Aifa’s pointed tongue lapped between the girl’s sweet labia, feeling every clench and muffled whimper. It licked up to tickle her throbbing bud, then glided down, tracing her entrance.
Enthralled by the sensation, Darmi finally joined her, licking her mistress. The taste of another woman sent a shiver of lust down her spine, inciting a craving she hadn’t known she possessed. The urge to drive her tongue as deeply as possible was a temptation she forced down, trying to match the motions of her companion’s tongue.
Darmi’s clumsy movements were enough for a moan to slip from Aifa’s mouth, yet there was MUCH she’d have to learn to serve her suitably. Even still, Aifa lapped greedily at the vagina beneath her mercy, young, supple, and inexperienced.
A cry tore from Darmi’s throat as she felt a tongue push inside her, exploring her depths. The flexible appendage of her lover’s Cavari mouth glided with precision, lapping her insides before retreating. Darmi couldn’t help but grab Aifa’s rump, holding tightly as if trying to force her closer.
The girl’s enthusiasm pleased her, rewarding her by flicking from side to side over her glowing blue clit. Darmi writhed beneath her commanding body, responding to every lick.
Tip coiling, her tongue twisting around the tiny bud, Aifa thought of the beast they had shared the roasted flesh of. Its broken neck was a victory, a milestone that meant Vaecath had survived long enough to grow formidable. As an ache reminded her of the emptiness within her womb, Aifa finally chuckled, her decision made. “Vaecath. Come.”
Darmi heard slime dripping nearby, getting closer as something wet approached. Smothered beneath her mistresses, savoring every second, her head didn’t need to turn to know of the fate that drew near.
Bent over, rump exposed, Aifa moaned as she felt the tip of a slimy tentacle caress her asscheek. It ran over her red skin, its slime tingling everywhere it touched. “I permit you to breed, Vaecath.”
Eager tentacles explored their entangled bodies, and Darmi gasped as she felt something sliding up her leg.
Moving her mouth away, savoring the juices soaking her tongue, Aifa watched as a tentacle crept towards the vagina beneath her. She held the girl’s thighs apart, delighting in the swaying dance of the tentacle as it rubbed over the helpless lower lips on display.
Darmi moaned, tingling slime soaking her delicate vaginal lips. Her own tongue retreated, making way for the tentacle hovering behind Aifa’s rear to approach. Its thin black tip glided between her pleasured folds, as dexterous as a tongue itself.
Aifa chuckled with lust, her body begging to be bred. She reached down, parting Darmi’s labia, inviting the tentacle inside. She heard the girl’s scream of pleasure as it slithered into her tight tunnel, slime drooling from her vagina. “Good boy. Find her womb.”
A moment later, a deep groan echoed as she too was entered in return, a tentacle gliding inside. Bent over, she merely accepted her place, rump raised to be bred. “Y…yes…yes!”
Every pump forced slime to ooze from Aifa’s tight entrance, dripping down to coat Darmi’s face. Lips parted with moans of her own, she gladly allowed it to pour into her mouth, a mix containing her mistress’s juices. The viscous liquid tickled her throat as she drank, her eagerness rewarded a moment later when a third tentacle prodded at her cheek. It slithered closer, a moan becoming a gasp of surprise before it slid into her mouth.
Almost choking, fear flared from her inexperience as it pushed at the back of her mouth. “No…no, I can’t…” she thought, only to be proven wrong as it ventured down her throat. Though she gagged, the calming whispers caressing her mind relaxed her neck, allowing it to explore further without discomfort.
Hearing the girl’s gurgling enjoyment, Aifa watched, eyes shimmering with lust at the beautiful sight of the tentacle thrusting in and out of the fertile vagina mere inches from her face. Synaalag was creation. This was creation. She shuddered with pleasure, enthralled by the sight of each wet push. The girl’s womb would be filled. Her blood would mix with Vaecath’s. A new creature would grow within her, a unique being that would slip from her loins. “I understand…Onaalag.”
When a tentacle found her lips, she offered no hesitation. She accepted it gratefully, knowing to relax as it slid inside. Breathing through her nose, she closed her eyes, utterly content.
Vaecath’s tentacles swarmed the pair, sliding to fondle and hold every inch of their feminine forms. Their red skin grew slick with dripping slime, their muffled moans a symphony. His tendrils writhed, quivering with an obsession to breed the two fertile females in his grasp.
“Fulfill your purpose,” Aifa’s thoughts commanded.
Darmi’s eyes fluttered with every thrust. She cared little of their shared blood, knowing the beast was her son. Their connection was merely a comfort, his whispers a familiar reassurance that she could forgo her shame and simply delve into her pleasure. The creature would inseminate its young mother, her womb eager to serve.
“Breed us,” Aifa thought, moaning around the tentacle down her throat. “I command you to cum!”
The tentacles around them began to tremble. Darmi moaned, preparing herself. When the first powerful jet of sperm pumped into her vagina, she gasped at its warmth, her mind reeling as the whispers seized her.
Shuddering in mutual orgasms, the pair shook as sperm oozed heavily from their loins, pooling beneath them. Aifa’s eyes rolled back, feeling the tentacle in her tight throat expand ever so slightly before spewing inside her.
Darmi felt she’d drown as her mouth was filled, the clenching whispers all that prevented her from choking. Her entire body seized, feeling Aifa shake atop her.
Vaecath fulfilled his deepest purpose, knowing to cease his outpouring of sperm when they had received more than enough. His tentacles remained firmly buried inside, limp with exhaustion.
The whispers eased, allowing the girls to collapse as their orgasms faded. Slowly, they felt the tentacles slide from their used throats, gasping for air.
Wombs fertilized, bellies filled, sperm oozing from their mouths and loins, they rested together, their pregnancies ensured.
“G…good boy…” Aifa chuckled weakly, her body tingling with utter satisfaction.
36th of Twic, 767 BVE.
Deep Jungle.
Wet tentacles moved slowly, taking gentle, deep thrusts.
They had wasted the day, Aifa knew, yet for once, she’d permit their rest. The flower perimeter had been replenished during their only break, yet otherwise, they remained wrapped together, lounging in each other’s arms.
Aifa rested on her back, holding Darmi atop her. Their legs lay parted, defenseless as Vaecath’s tentacles continued to pump in and out of their leaking loins.
Lips meeting, Aifa’s flexible tongue wrapped around Darmi’s, moaning together as fresh sperm oozed from their already pregnant loins.
No doubt Vaecath was enraptured in utter euphoria, his tentacles enjoying the bodies of two fertile females for hours. He appeared larger than before, if only just, his tentacles swaying in the light of the setting sun. Jynae-bal joined them occasionally, nestling against Darmi’s side whenever it sought sustenance. Each time, the girl followed Aifa’s teachings, allowing the creature to feast upon her saliva.
A deep orange had filled the sky, slowly fading as every minute brought the night closer. The surrounding jungle below grew quieter, replacing the cries of distant creatures with the chirping of nocturnal hunters. When even they quieted, Aifa’s antennae perked.
Darmi caressed her mistress’s flexible tail, desiring to be nowhere else. Here, she belonged. Here, she was safe. Yet as she saw Aifa’s eyes open with suspicion, seeking, she felt a hint of the same fear that had fueled her frantic run from the cave. “Mistress? Is something wrong?”
“Yes,” Aifa whispered, quietly pushing her. With a mental command, she forced Vaecath to withdraw from their loins. “Get off. Now.”
Darmi hurried to her feet. A second later, and she would not have glimpsed the spear that hurled from a nearby treetop, arching high overhead before slamming into Vaecath’s writhing mass. Unable to scream, the beast’s whispers shook in agony within their minds as a liquid as black as the night void gushed from his wound.
“DOWN!” Aifa screamed, pulling the girl to the drenched black stone beneath them before a second spear could claim her head.
Darmi’s breaths grew frantic, eyes flashing back and forth as a third spear whistled through the air, piercing Vaecath.
A torch launched from below, only missing the black beast when Aifa cried a warning. She crawled to his side, keeping Darmi close. “FLEE. NOW!”
The attack came from the treetops, just below the hand. Had their camp been lower, Aifa held no doubt they’d already be dead. Though the hand offered protection, Vaecath was simply too large of a target.
“NOW, VAECATH!” Aifa screamed. The beast had a single chance to live, the jungle floor his only way to escape. She forced Jynae-bal into the protective hold of the larger creature, squeezing his tentacle for a single moment of calm before urging him backward. As he hurled his mass over the edge, she watched the beast crash through the treetops, plummeting to the ground below as he disappeared into the dense vegetation. For a moment she had considered joining him, hoping the grasp of his tentacles would protect her from the fall, yet he simply wasn’t large enough yet. She tried to tell herself she hadn’t stayed for Darmi, yet as the girl whimpered behind her, she moved to grab her hand. “Quiet!”
Searching for an escape, her mind racing, Aifa nearly grasped the beginnings of a plan before a net hurled over the edge of the hand, snatching them in its grasp. Woven of thick vines, she bit and clawed frantically, yet her efforts did little.
As she saw the figures of Cavari warriors pulling themselves up onto the hand, she felt Darmi squeeze her tightly, trembling. Readying their spears, they surrounded their trapped prey.
“Vaecath…live. Please…”
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