Vaid Empire: Mother of Tentacles
Chapter 12
16th of Thriduin, 767 BVE.
Deep Jungle.
“Please don’t leave,” Darmi said as she tightly grasped Aifa’s arm.
A harsh yank broke the girl’s hold. “Steel your nerves. I’ll return when I’ve secured our future.”
Watching as her mistress tied a woven pouch of traveling supplies to the vine sash across her back, Darmi felt Vaecath’s tentacle lick at her leg as if to soothe her. Outside, the black beast remained slumped beneath a cover of vegetation. “And if your vision was wrong?”
Aifa scowled. “Never doubt Vaecath’s senses. I felt the cave myself, somewhere out there with five fertile wombs ready to serve us. We need only to find and tame them.”
“Let me come. I can help, mistress,” she begged.
A gesture at the black beast was the only argument Aifa required. “Vaecath needs to rest and heal from his wounds, and you’re too injured.”
“I’m not!” Darmi replied, only to wince in pain. She reached up to grasp the tiny stump of her missing antenna before blushing in defeat.
“Your wound is a liability. A flinch at the wrong moment could kill us both.” Aifa shoved the red slug into her companion’s hand. “Keep this with you at all times. If you see a hint of blue, flee as far as you can.”
“Mistress…”
Aifa grabbed the girl’s slender shoulder. “I’ve taught you much, Darmi. I’ll leave most of the fruit Jynae-bal has found with you, so simply rest, and only move when necessary. If all goes well, I’ll find you in a few days. Vaecath will guide me.”
Glancing back at the black beast, Darmi’s lips tightened with fear. “If you don’t come back…”
Cupping the girl’s cheek, Aifa met her gaze with an intense certainty. “I’ll return.”
Reluctantly, Darmi nodded with trust. “I’ll care for Vaecath until you do.”
“Good girl.” A kiss sealed their goodbye before Aifa readied her black spear. With a final glance at her companion, she set off with Jynae-bal at her side.
***
Moving through the jungle, Aifa gripped the shaft of her spear, prepared to strike at the first sign of danger. All around, the vegetation brimmed with life, all of which would be more than happy to make a meal of her.
Jynae-bal moved at her side like a loyal companion. Golden tentacles scurrying across the ground, his whispers were a constant comfort in her mind. As if Vaecath had shared his vision with the younger beast, Jynae-bal seemed to know exactly where to go.
Mile after mile, they crept through the trees together. Colossal trunks of various blues, purples, and reds passed by, their leaves dripping as rain began to pour through their branches. Starting as a light drizzle, Aifa felt water trickling down the crimson skin of her bare body, wetting her long hair. White strands clung to her face as she moved carefully, never stopping, feeling her antennae twitching in an effort to sense danger through the humid air.
The rain only seemed to grow harsher as the hours passed. Blossoming into a raging storm, she was forced to find shelter up a tree branch as the ground below began to flood. Clinging to the orange wood, feeling Jynae-bal’s tentacles curling around her body, she merely hoped the worst of the rain hadn’t reached Darmi as night fell.
She fought for sleep as thunder boomed overhead. Ignoring the discomfort of the rain, she thought of the vision Vaecath had shared. It had been so vivid, as if she had been inside the cave herself. Vaecath had felt the minds of the inhabitants she sought out, and thus, she had too.
Caressing the golden tentacles that held her tightly, Aifa wordlessly urged Jynae-bal to sense their target once more. Obeying, she felt his whispers shift inside her mind, expanding outward. Still miles away, yet closer now, five women unknowingly awaited their arrival.
Aifa thought for a moment that she could smell them as she closed her eyes. Whispers holding her mind, she felt their wombs far away. Was this what Vaecath and Jynae-bal felt? Entangled with the golden creature’s mind, she felt his yearning, his taste, hungry to sink into their fertile bodies and unleash his seed. A push of her hips spoke of her curiosity. Finding herself biting her lip with a sudden craving, she ran a hand down her wet body, almost disappointed when she found her labia rather than a cock. Jynae-bal wanted to breed their prey. She wanted to slide inside their vaginas, to feel their delectable tightness, to cum as deep as she could manage. She wanted to get them pregnant.
Gasping, she peered at the golden beast with fresh understanding. Was that what males felt? A new envy tingled between her thighs, knowing she’d never feel the sensation of spurting potent seed inside a female. A finger teased her lower folds, aching at the thought.
“I’m going to let you impregnate them all, my child.”
As she sought to satisfy the growing need between her legs, two fingers worked to make her squirm. When she finally moaned with relief after considerable effort, she found the sleep she sought.
***
The sun had yet to rise when Aifa’s eyes opened once more. Looking down, she found the land below drained of the floodwater. Her feet felt the drenched mud when she descended from her tree, doing her best to avoid the endless puddles littering the jungle as she ventured through the darkness.
A subtle soreness remained a constant reminder of the cut upon her shin. Nimble movements brought an occasional sharp pain from beneath the wrappings protecting her wound, and she leaned against her spear whenever the sensation grew too great. By the time a deep orange filled the gaps between the trees from the rising sun, she was several miles from the tree she had slept in. A frustrated sign escaped her lips. She wasn’t moving nearly as fast as she liked.
She smelled the wet air as it carried the lingering scent of the storm. The sunrise grew brighter as the day began. The sun peaked high overhead and began its long descent across the sky.
Jynae-bal’s movements grew increasingly frantic with every mile, moving closer and closer towards their target. She could feel his lust, his instinctual yearning, urging his tentacles to quiver. Their wombs were nearly within reach.
As the day began to dim, Aifa slowed her steps. Moving carefully, she pushed her way through the vegetation. Eyes widening, she felt a rare smile creep across her lips. Finally, they had arrived.
Through the trees ahead, the sight of a colossal stone dome rose from the jungle ground. Entangled in vines, its smooth surface towered just above the highest trees. A near perfect half-sphere, one could be forgiven for mistaking the structure as Cavari made. FAR from Aslyd’s walls, however, it could only be a remnant of the world’s creation, another sculpture from the hand of The Creator himself.
Awestruck, Aifa’s hope flared anew. Would this be their salvation? Could she make this their haven? Their home?
Closing her eyes, Jynae-bal allowed her to feel the hollow sphere’s inhabitants. Surely, they’d have much to say about her stealing their home and their wombs.
Eyeing the structure, she sought signs of an entrance yet found none. Slowly, she circled the large structure, requiring several minutes until she found herself in the location she started. Nothing but a smooth unbroken surface was visible everywhere she looked, yet somehow, others had found their way inside.
Perplexed, she pulled back to conceal herself among the trees, waiting, watching.
***
Darkness filled the jungle, and Aifa slept once more. When she awoke, she focused on the sphere. Jynae-bal felt them wake one by one inside the structure, six minds preparing for the day. Five women. One male. They went about their business, testing her patience.
Finally, an hour later, Jynae-bal stirred her attention. Closing her eyes to focus on his whispers, she felt one of the females moving below ground. Aifa could nearly see the natural tunnel around the girl when she focused hard enough, her curiosity building with every step. When she emerged from a hidden entrance nearby, Aifa retreated far to the other side of the sphere, letting the wind carry her scent in the opposite direction. The girl sprinted off into the jungle, oblivious to her observer.
***
Aifa consumed her fruit like a hungry predator, prowling the perimeter of the sphere. For hours she had waited. For hours she had watched. The girl had returned from a hunt, bringing back a fresh kill to the others. Later in the day, another set out and returned with the carcass of a six-legged monstrosity covered in green feathers tied to her back.
Only one seemed to leave the cave at any time. Only the females ever departed. When the sun set and rose again, the pattern repeated.
As she watched, a plan began to form inside her head, solidifying each time someone departed to hunt.
While she waited for the next woman to leave, she set about her work. Antennae searching, she found a tiny pink flower that sprouted from the trunk of a short purple tree. Familiar with its smell and, more importantly, its effects, she carefully avoided inhaling as she ground the petals into a fine dust using a rock.
Clutching the dust in her fist, she set about gathering strong vines. As the morning turned to midday, she tripped while collecting flowers to cover her scent. Looking down at what had caught her foot, her stern lips permitted a curious smile.
19th of Thriduin, 767 BVE.
Deep Jungle.
A moan echoed through the empty void of the colossal cave around them. The sound of her pleasure reverberated quietly from the far walls of their protective dome, held back from the world.
Beneath her lover, her master, Kifi met Wair’s glowing blue eyes as his hips rocked between her parted legs. On her back, she felt his hand caressing her thigh, savoring its powerful shape. Much like her sisters, she knew her body was alluringly feminine, driving Wair into a savage lust with every rough caress.
Her gaze was a challenge, begging for more. Her womanhood ached with every deep thrust, feeling as if her sex had been created to match his cock. When he pulled out with a heavy groan, however, she couldn’t help but moan with disappointment as his seed spurted in thick ropes to coat her lower lips.
Recovering with slow breaths, she pushed aside a long strand of white hair that clung to her seductive face. A pulse of unquenched need throbbed deep inside her loins, abandoned on the edge of her satisfaction.
He patted her cheek more forcefully than she cared for. “Don’t give me that face. You know the rules. Return with a successful kill and I’ll let you finish.” He ran a hand across her full, perky breast, enjoying the subtle jiggle of her flesh. “Still, you were exquisite today. I think I’ll command Irima to serve you when you return. You know her tongue is the best.”
She wanted to scowl. Instead, she forced herself to smile. “Thank you, master.” His smug grin taunted her, all too familiar. Even her sisters had begun to mirror him in moments of triumph, shared features presenting shared grins.
“Go now.” He slapped her thick thigh, the shape of her legs enough to drive any man to madness. “You’ve satisfied one hunger. Hurry before the other grows too great.”
A deep tingle pulsated between her legs as she obeyed. Eager to free herself of the cave, craving fresh air, she did her best to wipe away his seed before leaving Wair’s side. She felt his older eyes on her swaying rump everywhere she ventured, crossing the smooth floor of the domed cave. Bioluminescent vines crept along the ceiling, bathing the massive chamber in red light.
She made her way to her own sleeping mat far on the other side of the cave, passing her sisters as they went about their business. When she pushed through a wall of hanging vines she had strung up around her mat, her only place of moderate privacy and solitude, she found her spear missing from its usual spot. Glaring, she hurried across the cave to Cirui’s sleeping mat, finding her sister lounging beneath the red glow high above. Younger than Kifi, she cared little for privacy, resting with her legs parted for all to see as her fingers played idly with her delicate wet fold.
“You took my spear,” Kifi accused with a soft kick to the girl’s side. Ever dramatic, she yelped as if she’d been stabbed.
Broken from her lustful daydreams, still savoring the memory of her orgasm hours after her recent successful hunt, Cirui leaned on her side. With a hand on her wide hips, she offered pouty lips. “The tip of mine snapped off. I didn’t think you’d mind sharing.”
Seeing a spear discarded without care beside her sister, the shaft carved with Kifi’s mark, she snatched the weapon with a harsh glare of annoyance. “You thought wrong. Keep away from my belongings.”
As Kifi turned to depart, Cirui called after her with the same smug grin she had received from Wair. “What belongings?”
Grumbling to herself, Kifi found the entrance to the tunnel nestled against the wall. Despite her anger, she granted Faima a reassuring nod as always, knowing her sweetest sister worried anytime someone departed. She readied her spear as she ventured below ground, following the curving corridor of gnarled stone.
The tunnel grew darker and darker, yet her Cavari eyes kept her safe from sharp rocks that occasionally jutted from the narrow walls. Sometimes she wondered if she could navigate the tunnel with her eyes shut, knowing every twist and turn.
When light poured through holes in the false wall at the end of the corridor, she pushed aside woven branches before concealing the entrance once more, stepping out into the humid jungle. As always, she scanned her surroundings carefully before continuing, creeping through the trees.
The bright sun pouring through the leaves overhead was a delicacy, a refuge from the red light inside the cave. For a moment she was alone. For a moment she was free.
The urge to continue walking and never look back struck her more forcefully than usual. Wair would never leave to hunt her down. She could go in any direction she desired, never having to suffer his strict rules again. The ache between her legs only added to her temptation to flee, her body left unsatisfied.
It was a quick thought, an impossible daydream. Wair would never find her, yet there were far worse dangers lurking among the trees than his wrath. If the vile monstrosities prowling the jungle didn’t make a feast of her seductive flesh, another tribe would. For as long as she could remember, Wair had never missed an opportunity to remind her of the world’s danger. When her mother never returned from a hunt, the lesson settled deeper than any other.
“Nothing exists outside but monsters and madmen,” she remembered him saying more times than she could count. “If claws and teeth don’t bring your end, you’ll pray for death when the aims of outsiders fall between your legs.”
No one could survive for long alone, he had taught them. Remembering all the disgusting creatures she had killed, she held no doubt of his words. When the jungle called to her, offering freedom, it was a battle to return, yet return she always did.
As she savored her brief reprieve from the others, she turned her head suddenly, hearing the smallest hint of a whisper. Readying her spear, she spun on her heel, turning in a circle as she sought the source. When none presented itself, she scowled. The sound had been dangerously close, as if uttered into her ear. Seeing nothing, however, she cautiously disregarded the noise as a trick of the breeze.
Continuing on, she whirled at the sound once more. Gritting her teeth, the whisper nearly felt as if it had echoed inside her head. Once more she found nothing. Once more her journey resumed.
Something tingled inside her mind. A shake of her head banished the feeling. What she couldn’t banish, however, was the growing warmth between her thighs. Like a flame reigniting, she found her thoughts resting upon the ache of her loins.
Another whisper made her flinch. Another pulse of arousal flushed between her legs. Lust began to drip down her thighs. When her hand found her juices, she was baffled as she brought wet fingers up for inspection.
Never had she lost control, always able to ignore her own needs until the end of a hunt. Now, she felt her arousal burning in her cunny, craving the satisfaction she had been denied. Another whisper. Another pulse of desire.
For a moment, she wanted to find a safe place beneath a tree and plunge her fingers into the growing yearning tormenting her. A thought of Wair’s usual punishments dissuaded her, remembering harsh slaps upon her rump that tested even the most resilient of her sisters. Of course, how would he know of her pleasure?
A shake of her head shattered the thought. What had become of her?
“Help…”
Unaware of just how distracted she had become, the voice calling quietly through the trees made her yelp. Momentarily embarrassed more than she was cautious, she hurried to ready her spear. Peering through the trees, she knew she should’ve sensed a stranger. She should’ve been ready.
“Help…” the voice echoed softly once more, as if weary of the surrounding danger. A female’s voice, Kifi followed the sound, bringing her weapon to bear the moment her eyes fell upon the injured woman. With long hair similar to her own and subtly pregnant, the stranger leaned against a tree, clutching at an injured leg wrapped tightly in leaves. “Help me. Please.”
Eying a discarded black spear upon the ground, Kifi kicked it further away before cautiously approaching. Weapon ready, she prepared for danger.
The woman winced in pain, pulling back her wrappings just enough for a trickle of glowing blood to confirm her injury. “Please, my wound…I thought I could hunt, though it’s worse than I can endure. I’m going to starve. My baby…”
Her words were noticeably accented compared to her own, yet they were similar enough to understand. The first stranger she had ever met, Kifi stared in open awe, momentarily forgetting herself.
“I don’t need much. Could you simply…assess my wound? I…know very little about treating injuries,” the woman begged. Despite her pain, she studied Kifi carefully. “I only hope I can keep my leg.”
Clearing her throat, she spoke her first words to an outsider. “You’re dangerous.”
The woman gestured to her discarded spear far from her reach. “What can I possibly do? You’ll cut me down faster than my claws can strike.” She gritted her teeth in pain. “Besides, I require your help.”
Hesitating, Kifi searched for any hint of a threat. No longer did she fight the strange whispers that echoed quietly, feeling herself taking a step without thinking. “My sister tends to our cuts. I can’t help you.”
“Please, at least take a look.” The woman scowled at herself. “If you truly cannot assist me, I may ask for the use of your spear. A clean death is preferable to this agony, though I must be sure.”
Wair’s warnings felt muted in her head. Once, she would’ve cut down the stranger for her own protection. Now, her mind felt…hazy.
The woman watched closely as Kifi approached. Spear ready, she fought against lustful thoughts tormenting her denied desires. Daring to reach out, she began to unwrap the leaves around the wound. Whispers echoed. She felt unsteady on her feet. Lust dripped down her legs.
She didn’t notice the woman’s closed fist. She didn’t see it open to reveal a handful of pink powder. Head swimming, she reacted far too late as her spear was pushed aside. Loins aching, she looked up in time to watch the stranger blow the powder into her face.
An inhale of surprise sealed her fate. Stumbling back, she cursed her foolishness, collapsing onto her back.
“Nothing exists outside but monsters and madmen,” the memory of Wair warned her too late as darkness consumed her. “If claws and teeth don’t bring your end, you’ll pray for death when the aims of outsiders fall between your legs.”
***
A muffled groan oozed from Kifi’s lips as she slipped from the darkness. Eyes drifting open, blurred vision offered a strange sight. Dazed, she saw the figure of a woman in the darkness, upside down.
Trying to groan once more, she felt something in her mouth. Testing her arms, she found them secured behind her back. A tug brought the sensation of tight vines digging into her wrists and forearms. Blinking away her disorientation, she saw the woman approaching, walking through a tiny chamber with dirt walls.
Trying to move, Kifi felt the strain between her legs, realizing they were held apart. Trying to close them, she felt vines tighten around her ankles and shins. Even her tail was unmovable, secured to her wrists. Another groan made her gag, and as realization slowly seeped through the fog in her mind, she finally shook her head. Vision clearing, she realized the truth with an instant horror. The stranger wasn’t upside down. She was.
Snapping fully awake, Kifi loosed a muffled cry as she squirmed in her bindings. The stranger studied her panic with a silent amusement, her tight lips offering little hint of her thoughts.
Thrashing, Kifi searched her surroundings for any sign of help. Seeing only dirt walls, her fear peaked at the sight of scattered bones in the rear of the tiny chamber. A Cavari skull rested beside the skeleton of a monstrosity twice her size.
“I had nothing to do with…that,” the woman said, following her terrified gaze. “The beast was long dead before I stumbled upon this place. Its empty burrow is simply a safe location for us to get to know each other.”
Kifi frantically peered at her legs. They were stretched as far apart as her flexible form would permit, tied to roots winding through the dirt walls. Light poured behind her from what she assumed to be the entrance, leaving little room but for her bound body and her captor. The stranger stepped closer, curious hands daring to run down her helpless leg.
The stranger seemed to savor her form despite Kifi’s panicked quivering. “This is not the day you die. I wasn’t lying when I said I require you.”
Trying to cry out as exploring fingers glided excruciatingly slowly up her inner thigh, Kifi’s protests were muffled by her gag. When the touch of the woman, a complete stranger, dragged gently over her lower lips, just a taste, her hips bucked as much as her bindings would allow.
“Your words are unnecessary. I’ll find what I seek.” Her finger traced Kifi’s vulnerable labia, unable to conceal the hunger in her gaze. “When this is over, you’ll call me Aifa, your new mistress. Abandon your fear quickly. This is going to be the longest few hours of your existence.”
Heart racing, she could do nothing to escape the curious fingers brushing her sensitive folds. A far worse realization struck her, for despite her terror, the need inside her loins lingered stronger than before. Inner muscles tightened at the foreign touch, her vagina quivering.
Aifa permitted herself to grin at the sight. Teasing her victim, she studied the vagina on display. Blue labia glowed invitingly, a beacon for her urges. “Jynae-bal.”
Momentarily confused, Kifi strained in her bindings as a creature with golden tentacles decorated in crimson patterns slithered beneath her. How long had it been lurking behind her? She shuttered in fear, watching as its disgusting tentacles began to writhe. She could hear the wet slime dripping from every tendril, making her squirm as she fought to close her legs.
“Do not fear him. You’re now his vessel,” Aifa said, feeling the woman’s juices coating her finger. “Your body is eager to serve us, yet I require your mind.”
With a snap of her fingers, Jynae-bal’s tentacles approached. Upside down, Kifi’s head was the first to fall within reach. Tendrils toyed with the long strands of her hair as she whimpered in fear.
“Tell me everything there is to know about you.” Aifa pulled her finger away, cleaning it with a lick. She closed her eyes, the taste coaxing her hunger. A deep envy seeped through her loins, for Jynae-bal would breed such an alluring female.
Muffled cries echoed as the tentacles continued upward. Kifi’s terror choked her moan as they found her round breasts, caressing her perky flesh. When one licked at her nipple, she whimpered.
“Kifi…” Aifa muttered with revelation. Jynae-bal’s whispers echoed in the heads of both women, making their victim quiver. Aifa felt her victim’s age, just beginning her second decade. “And what does Kifi want?”
Tentacles slithering, they explored her feminine curves. Kifi thrashed, trying to escape their disgusting touch. The tingling slime dripping down her skin only flared her need anew, her loins leaking with a soaking wetness.
“Ah. Kifi wants to cum.” Aifa caressed the woman’s thigh, fingers taunting her each time they avoided the place she secretly craved. “You’ll have to earn that right. Behave, and I’ll let you finish.”
“I’ll let you finish,” a memory of Wair flashed through her mind, teasing.
“Who is this Wair?” Aifa asked curiously. The tentacles wrapped around the woman’s waist while others continued upward.
Straining in her bindings, Kifi peered with wide eyes of terror. How could she possibly know her name? How could she possibly know of Wair? Had she watched them?
“The male…” Aifa concentrated, listening to Jynae-bal’s whispers. “The others…the females…they’re your siblings. Wair is…”
The tentacles began to coil around her thighs, their tips licking at her crimson skin. She watched surprise claim Aifa’s face, studying her victim as if through new eyes.
“Ah. Wair is your father.” Aifa folded her arms. “A complication. Still, you…”
A memory of echoing moans coaxed Kifi’s simmering need. A memory of Wair’s seed teased her, loins clenching.
Lips parting in shock, Aifa stepped back.
Her panic rekindled as the tip of a tentacle crept closer to her throbbing lower lips. Once more a memory of Wair’s cock flashed through her mind, as if plucked from her head as the whispers deepened.
Scowling in disgust, Aifa stepped back once more. “Your own father?”
Thoughts racing, Kifi felt the tentacle pause near her labia, tantalizingly close as she fought to free herself. A memory of Faima sinking into Wair’s lap played in her mind. Another of Cirui on all fours came next with Wair’s hands gripping her wide hips. She muttered a muffled moan. Why did her sisters taunt her now? Why did her loins grow sore with envy at their memory?
“All of you? A father laying with his children?” Aifa asked.
Confusion seeped through her fear. Why did the stranger question such things? Why did she appear disgusted? Such was the natural way of life, Wair had taught them, for daughters to serve their fathers.
Her scowl slowly softened, approaching once more. The thought was forbidden, unthinkable, yet was she any better? Did she not lay with Vaecath and Jynae-bal, creatures of her own blood? Did she not carry the black beast’s spawn now? A finger dragged between the woman’s labia, receiving a muffled whine. “This body has seen greater taboos than most. Still, I’ll grant it a deeper purpose than to pleasure its creator.”
Kifi wanted to break free. Kifi wanted to moan. The finger tested her fear, desire bleeding through heavily.
A snap of Aifa’s fingers summoned the waiting tentacle. Rather than touching the soaking sex on display, it hovered just above. Aifa parted the woman’s quivering labia, opening her victim. “First, I’m going to break you. Only then can you be rebuilt.”
Thighs straining to escape her fate, Kifi’s eyes filled with consuming panic as she felt the first drop of slime. The viscous liquid began to drip from the soaking tip above her, leaking down between her lower lips. Hips trembling at the sensation, she felt the slime tingle its way down her vaginal canal inch by inch. When it reached her cervix, it pooled upon her deepest limit, making her cry out.
“It’s a curious feeling, isn’t it?” Aifa offered a smirk. “Were you in the hands of my master, such a feeling would be little compared to his touch. Just as he broke me, however, I’ll break you as best I can.”
The slime continued to drip in heavy globs that leaked into her helpless sex. Kifi bucked her hips to get away, only to feel utterly helpless as she could move very little. There was no escaping the disgusting liquid violating her tight tunnel, her vagina filling up inch by inch. When a clenching of her internal muscles forced the slime to ooze from her labia, she whimpered as it coated her throbbing clit.
“Good girl. Yearn for me.” Aifa brushed a finger over the woman’s sensitive bud. “I shall grant your desire when you obey my coming demands.”
Every inch inside of her tingled more intensely than she could bear. Kifi cried out, knowing none would hear her. She needed to escape. She needed to remove the slime from her cunny. She needed to cum.
A deep moan pleased Aifa. It’d be the first of countless. “Your father left you unsatisfied. The orgasm you sought to earn hasn’t been awarded.”
The tentacle began to tease between her folds. Kifi wanted to scream. She wanted to get as far away from the disgusting tendril as she could. She wanted it deep inside her until she stretched. Shaking her head, the whispers continued in her mind, never easing.
“He won’t enter until I give the command. He’s an obedient boy.” Aifa caressed another nearby tentacle with pride. “When he does, he’s going to get you pregnant, and you’re going to thank him.”
Kifi thrashed at her words. A single glance at Aifa’s subtle swell confirmed the possibility. The thought of the creature’s spawn squirming inside her was more disgusting than she could endure, yet her womb hungered for its seed. Her body betrayed her, loins tormented by a constant need to cum.
“I’ll let you simmer for a while. Feel the slime. Feel your cunt growing desperate for more.” Aifa knelt to caress the golden tentacles lovingly.
Kifi was certain she couldn’t endure a minute more of her denial. When two passed, she groaned. When five were over, she arched her back with a muffled scream, loins burning to be fucked.
After twenty, she could do little but whimper.
Finally, Aifa rose slowly, running her long tongue along the woman’s alluring belly. The sight of her suffering stirred something between her legs. “We’ve only just begun. I’ve yet to explain your purpose.”
Kifi whimpered, thighs trembling. She’d give anything to feel something slide inside her sex. She’d beg to have her tightness stretched.
“It was a pain to string you up alone.” Aifa’s hands explored her bound body. “Your service shall be worth the effort. I require the cave your family holds for my own protection.”
Squirming, she felt Aifa’s tongue run across her clit as the tentacle continued to tease her without mercy. Every inch inside her tingled unbearably, baffled that she hadn’t reached her finish. The whispers held her mind, as if restraining her climax.
“I can manipulate your sisters one by one, stringing them up and coaxing their deepest needs as well. It’d be a long, strenuous process that would surely risk discovery.” Aifa savored her taste. “If I’m lucky, I’ll only have to face your father directly. Poor Jynae-bal here is too young and too small to tear his mind apart, and I’m far too new at wielding a spear. My dilemma is clear.”
Hands squeezing into fists, Kifi groaned in frustration. If she could free her arms, she could sink her fingers inside herself until she shook with pleasure. Instead, they remained tightly behind her back.
“You’re my solution. You’re my pawn. I’ll break you. I’ll set you free. You’ll return to your family, and when I give the word, you’ll press a spear to this…Wair’s throat,” Aifa explained coldly.
Kifi strained, whining with panic.
“I thought as much.” Aifa eyed the chamber of dirt around them. Without Darmi, she had little reason to soften the truth. “I could break you until you agree to kill your lover, possibly, in time, yet your father is a different matter. I’ll spare him only if he’s forced to kneel.”
Struggling, Kifi tried to cry out once more. No one was coming to save her.
“If your sisters have any love for their father, they’ll surrender. If you have any love for him, you’ll obey.”
Kifi’s torturous arousal matched her panic. She wanted to run away, to be free of Wair’s rules, yet how could she possibly betray him?
“Yes, tell me your deepest desires.” Aifa closed her eyes once more. “Ah. Freedom. I’ll set you free, though in my own way.”
Kifi shook her head. Horror seized her body. The stranger couldn’t possibly read her mind. Her denial threatened her sanity.
“Kifi wants to run away. Kifi wants to escape her father’s control. You’ll never serve him again.” Aifa reached down to claim a tentacle of her own. “Think upon it. Let every second of your denial feel like ten.”
Reality was crueler than her words. For every second she felt as though a minute of agonizing desperation passed. The whispers tormented her mind, driving her lusts far beyond anything she could achieve herself.
Aifa guided the tentacle between her own legs, easing onto her back. Unable to withstand the sight of the gorgeous bound body any further, she allowed the golden tendril to glide inside her own building need. A gasp escaped as it slithered to find her limit. A moan echoed when it reached her cervix.
The next hour was an eternity. Kifi squirmed. She thrashed. She did everything she possibly could to escape. The slime tortured her cunny, driving her to the brink of madness. The tentacle lapped at her soaking labia, relentless, doing all it could to ensure she was reduced to a whimpering mess. Tears began to trickle from her eyes as she fought to endure, her arousal well beyond anything she had ever experienced in her life.
Never did the whispers ease. They held her mind firmly, coaxing her desire until she shattered. The display before her was everything she wanted, watching Aifa moan with each loving thrust. Jealousy threatened to consume her. Envy pumped through her veins. She’d give almost anything to feel her captor’s pleasure, yet did that include her family?
When another hour had passed, she was certain she couldn’t remember what an orgasm felt like. If given the chance, would she even know how to cum now? Her body knew only denial, aching, yearning, her sex the source of her torment.
Aifa melted into Jynae-bal’s touch. The golden tentacle squirmed inside her, sending pulses of sharp pleasure shooting through her body. She lounged on her back, enraptured, her juices mixing with slime inside her deepest reaches. Each time she orgasmed, she savored Kifi’s gaze, knowing her visible satisfaction drove the woman further into madness. Her mind was Aifa’s, collapsing, begging, ready to serve her new mistress.
“Show me your obedience. Show me your loyalty,” Aifa commanded when Jynae-bal’s tentacle slid from between her legs. It hovered closer to her hand. Dripping in the remnant of her ecstasy, it waited as she caressed it like a dutiful pet. “Quickly. I don’t know how long we’ll have before another beast decides to claim this abandoned burrow for itself. I’d rather not leave you behind when that occurs.”
No longer could Kifi panic. No longer could she feel fear. Her only thought was that of the desperation between her parted legs. A low whimper was her surrender, her gag dripping with drool.
Aifa permitted a subtle smile of relief. “You’d be pleased with me, Onaalag,” she thought. The memory of her own denial in his grasp brought a quiver to her loins, knowing her victim’s suffering with excruciating understanding.
Whispers battered Kifi’s mind until she was no longer certain she remembered her name. Unseen tentacles twisted inside her head, remaking what it held, destroying and rebuilding. Her entire existence was desire. Her memory was denial. Nothing existed before the ache between her thighs. Nothing would exist after it was satisfied.
“You’ll return to Wair. You’ll put a spear to his neck. Your sisters will surrender, and I’ll have my new home.” Aifa stood up to caress the woman’s body. There was something alluring about the female form, each one an artwork Aifa wanted to explore. “This body was created to breed. You’ll bear the offspring of my children at the side of your sisters, seedbeds to birth me an army. Only then shall I be safe, and only then shall you be free of Wair’s control.”
A muffled moan was all she could manage. A shake of her hips begged for mercy. Finally, Aifa snapped her fingers.
The tentacle teasing Kifi’s folds obeyed in an instant, eager to taste its new mate. Kifi’s eyes widened as she received what she sought. A scream tore through the fog in her mind, legs trembling as the tentacle glided easily into her soaking cunny. Slime gushed to make way for the slippery intruder, pouring down her body. A blinding flash of pleasure exploded in what little remained of her mind as her eyes rolled back. The tentacle pushed against her limit, and she felt she’d be consumed by satisfaction.
Each thrust echoed with the wet sounds of her lust. Powerful thighs held far apart, she held no option of resisting if she wanted to. Her vulnerable sex was open and eager, ready to breed.
Aifa savored the woman’s shaking form. With a hand on her midriff, she could nearly feel the tentacle sliding inside. Jynae-bal moved with hard, deep thrusts, his own need testing his restraint. A fertile womb awaited.
“You’ll be free of Wair.” Aifa reached down to gently brush the woman’s breasts. “You’ll experience a deeper satisfaction than you’ve yet tasted. Obey.”
Kifi squirmed in utter ecstasy with every hard pound of her tentacle lover. Wair? A memory flashed through her pleasure of his control. She wanted freedom.
“Obey.”
Muffled moans filled the burrow. With a single thrust, she would’ve climaxed instantly, yet something inside her mind prevented her orgasm. The whispers continued, never stopping, her pleasure well beyond what she could endure.
“Obey.”
Memories of her sisters returned slowly. They’d be unharmed. They’d feel the same pleasure. They’d forgive her.
“Obey.”
Her body trembled in preparation for an orgasm that simply wouldn’t come. Pressed hard against the wall of her limit, her finish brushing against her fingertips, she wanted to scream.
“Obey.”
A memory of Wair’s cock sliding from her unsatisfied sex echoed through her haze. He’d surrender. He’d survive. He’d forgive her.
“Obey.”
Writhing, thrusting, Jynae-bal’s tentacle explored every inch inside her tight embrace until her vagina held no secrets. Her body begged to breed, her womb calling out, and his seed awaited his mistress’s command. His restraint strained, ready to spew everything he could produce.
“Obey your mistress.”
Kifi screamed into her gag. With a snap of Aifa’s fingers, the tentacle unleashed itself. Thick white liquid erupted from its tip deep inside her vagina, filling her within moments. It oozed down her skin, gushing, nearly glowing.
The instant she felt his warmth, the whispers shifted, and her mind shattered as her orgasm claimed her sanity. More intense than anything she had experienced in her existence, an agony of excruciating pleasure tore through her shaking body as every desperate need was satisfied at once.
Pumping, dripping, the tentacle claimed her body as a vessel for its spawn.
No longer was she Kifi. No longer was she a person. For what felt like an eternity, she was an entity of blinding pleasure.
Aifa watched the woman’s body fall limp in her bindings. Crouching, she peered into her blank eyes, rolled back in her head.
“Good. Time to rebuild.”
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