Vaid Empire: Mother of Tentacles
Chapter 13
19th of Thriduin, 767 BVE.
Deep Jungle.
The tunnel around Kifi felt strange, familiar. She couldn’t remember how she had found it, nor why she had come. Slowly, feeling her way through the darkness, the wounds within her mind began to close with flickers of memory.
“Home,” she whispered. Hours ago, she had come through this very tunnel from her home. Why had she gone? Fingers tightened around the shaft of a spear. Ah, yes, a hunt. For whom?
Faces flickered through her mind as she crept through the darkness. Beautiful faces, similar to her own, seeing a reflection of who she had been in her thoughts. Sisters. Their shared source was clear, remembering their father’s smug grin. Reality began to pour through the cracks in her mind. “Wair…master…forgive me.”
Why must he forgive her? She touched the side of her head, holding the spear as if clinging to life. When a deep ache pulsated from between her legs, she gasped, remembering her mistress, her Aifa, and golden tentacles slithering, dripping. She stopped to cup her groin, almost afraid her body would stop her from touching her prize. No longer was her vagina her own, now belonging entirely to her mistress. The seed of the tentacled beast had been wiped from her skin, yet a hand upon her flat belly sent a tingle down her spine, knowing the secret in her womb. Her purpose was to breed.
“No…” Kifi grabbed her head, trembling. That wasn’t her purpose for the moment. Her spear was needed. Her blade must be ready for the horrid deed ahead.
“Forgive me,” she muttered once more as she crept towards the red light at the end of the tunnel. There was no other way to save her family than betrayal. There was no other way to grant them a taste of the bliss she had felt.
Closing her eyes, she thought of the promise of her new mistress. Freedom. Her mind seemed to swirl. The freedom she imagined was little more than a blinding light, a feeling, a craving, oozing through her mind even when she tried to banish the thought. She felt something wrapping around her brain, holding tight, her mind a haze as she continued with slow steps. When she reached the crudely carved stairs leading up into the safety of the cave, the haze thinned, her aims clear.
“Where in The Creator’s name have you been? I was beginning to worry that something had snatched you in the jungle!” Faima nearly trembled as she wrapped Kifi into a tight hug the moment she ascended the tunnel’s stairs, emerging beneath the vast dome. The embrace sent memories sparking, feeling the soft skin of Kifi’s sweetest sister, yet she clung to her spear.
A chuckle came from the side. Freeing herself of Faima’s hold, Kifi turned to see Erimi sharpening her spear nearby with a rock. Long, messy braids hung over her breasts, her many scars a reminder that she had seen the worst the jungle had to offer. “And with no kill. Wair won’t be pleased.” She ran a finger over the blade, finding it adequate. “Won’t be getting your orgasm today, it seems. How unfortunate.”
Her sister’s words brought a tingle to Kifi’s loins as she clenched her thighs together. She had received her orgasm already, a torturous thing she’d never forget for the rest of her existence, the greatest and most painful of her life. It required careful control not to tremble. “Where is he?”
Erimi snorted and nodded to the right. “He has his cock buried in Irima. Maybe the feeling of her cunt will soften his mood when he sees your failure.”
Kifi left them behind, clutching her spear, scowling. Never did Wair do anything but satisfy his lusts. Their hands served his hunger by hunting. Their bodies served his desires. Once more freedom flashed in her mind. Once more she grimaced. “Forgive me.”
Cirui was carving a small figure from a chunk of wood when Kifi passed. “Hey!” She jumped up with the smug grin of their father upon her lips, though it softened as she scratched her short hair. “About earlier…your spear…” She shrugged, offering the figure. “No hard feelings.”
Kifi regarded the figure. Carved into the shape of a woman, tiny wooden hands caressing wooden breasts, Kifi felt the smooth round hips in her grasp. “Thank you,” she said quietly, surprised.
“Failed the hunt anyway, huh?” Cirui offered a teasing smile. “Better hurry, then. Father is almost done with Irima.”
The figure in her grasp gave her pause. Hesitation was burned away by the flash of freedom urging her to proceed. Gritting her teeth, she walked away. “Forgive me.”
She heard the sounds of pleasure before she found them. Nestled behind a wall of hanging vines, she found Wair on his back upon Irima’s sleeping mat. Her sister straddled his waist, rocking her hips with soft mutterings of desire.
Wair held his daughter’s hips tightly, guiding her. Even on the bottom he remained in control. Savoring the sight of her flowing white hair cascading down her slender crimson body, he groaned with a satisfaction that warned of his approaching finish.
Kifi merely watched, knowing the punishment for interrupting her master’s pleasure. Irima whimpered, gentle lips begging for more, parting in lust. When a hard slap upon her thigh commanded her to lift, she concealed her disappointment well as his seed spit to coat her lower lips as she held herself over his cock. No doubt her loins ached just as Kifi’s had hours earlier, left unsatisfied, having yet to earn her finish.
As Wair roughly forced Irima to roll off, he regarded Kifi with a taunting smirk. “Ah, so she returns emptyhanded. A shame.” His attention returned to Irima as she rested beside him, a finger gliding through incestuous seed between her skinny thighs. “Guess your tongue won’t taste her tonight. I was going to let you make her scream.”
“Forgive me,” Kifi squeezed her spear.
“Forgive? You know the punishment for failure, aside from the ache tingling in your cunny.” He patted his lap, sitting up. “Come. Bend over.”
A shake of her head sealed her fate. There was no going back. “No, forgive me not for my failure, but for my freedom.” The spear thrust forward, pressing firmly against his neck.
Shocked, Wair swallowed with a careful glare, feeling the blade at his throat. “Child, have you lost your-”
“Silence!” Pressing harder, she watched a faint trickle of glowing blue blood run down his neck. “Forgive me, yet I serve you no more! Stand!”
“Kifi…” Irima muttered, watching with horror.
Solid Cavari eyes of blue shown with hate as he carefully obeyed. Seeking signs of weakness, she offered none, coming behind to hold the blade to his back as she nudged him to walk. They stepped out from behind the vines, and already her sisters were approaching at the noise of her shouts. They froze the moment they saw the truth.
Erimi brought her own blade to bear. “Kifi, put the spear down. We’ve all had to endure master’s punishments, and you’ll-”
“I’ll run my spear through his back if you try to stop me!” Kifi shouted. She could feel tendrils squeezing her mind, as if tentacles danced behind her maddened gaze. “My mistress requires our home! She requires our wombs!” She gritted her teeth. “Forgive me!”
Cirui had snatched the remains of her broken spear, yet Faima merely raised calming hands, horrified and disarmed. “Kifi, please, don’t-”
“Aifa!” The call certainly wouldn’t reach through the tunnel and outside, yet she felt a stirring in her mind, as if the tentacles squirmed at her thoughts. Her mistress approached. “Kneel! All of you! Throw your spears at my feet! If a single ounce of love for our father remains, show it now!”
Defiance burned in Erimi’s eyes. Cirui appeared lost, a hidden agony twisting her lips. Irima was the first to kneel, followed by Faima. When at last Cirui tossed her spear and joined them, a rage remained in Erimi’s gaze as she too dropped her weapon, kicking it towards Kifi with disgust.
Something echoed from behind. A faint sound of dripping liquid approached from the tunnel entrance. Turning, Faima clung to Irima, and Erimi regarded the sound with a deadly stare. Finally, Aifa climbed the stairs, marching from the tunnel as Jynae-bal writhed behind her.
“Mistress…I’ve obeyed. Please, spare them as you promised!” Kifi demanded, her fingers twitching.
Aifa strode in silence, regarding her prizes with satisfaction. The black spear in her grasp tapped the stone ground with every step as she approached. “You did well. They’re safe from my blade, though not from the seed of my children.” She regarded the kneeling women with ample curiosity, eyes studying their alluring features. “You’ve brought me a sanctuary. You’ve brought me fertile pawns. You’ll have the freedom I offer, Kifi, though we’re far from finished here.” Aifa pressed the black spear to Wair’s back, replacing Kifi’s. “Bind them. Tightly. Then find a vine to bind your own wrists.”
Fingers twitching, a fog rolling through her mind, Kifi nodded. “If I must…mistress.”
21st of Thriduin, 767 BVE.
Deep Jungle.
Audir listened to the surrounding jungle. He heard the sounds of distant chirps, of the gentle stream he crouched beside, of his men cutting meat from the bones of a striped beast behind. He heard a loud buzzing, and as he peered up, he watched a bulbous monstrosity fly far overhead, twice the length of his own body. He offered no complaint as the socket of his missing eye throbbed.
“High Seeker, we may rendezvous with the others within a day,” a young man said from behind.
When Audir peered back, he saw the boy straighten with a grimace he couldn’t conceal. He understood. He had seen his own reflection in the stream.
“That remains your wish, yes?” He almost sounded disappointed.
Audir nodded.
The boy looked away. “We were close. With a few more days, we may have found-”
“Tell me, boy.” Audir rose. “Tell me of our prey. How many do we hunt?”
The young man swallowed. “Two Cavari females and their beast, High Seeker.”
“Beasts,” Audir corrected, the word dripping from his lips. “The great one’s offspring has bred, and its kin still live. I saw the golden beast at its side myself.”
“Yes, High Seeker.” The boy never met his eye. “All the more reason to continue hunting the-”
“The trail is lost. We’ve found no sign for days.” Audir felt his wounds ache as his lips tightened, feeling the long cuts where Aifa’s claws had claimed his flesh. “We search blindly. They’ve slipped from our grasp, and now their kind shall spread as their nature demands. We’re of more use returning to Aslyd and preparing the city for the inevitable.”
“Inevitable?” The boy seemed to regret the question the moment it was uttered.
Audir’s deadly stare regarded the boy for a long moment. A single word came as his answer. “Apocalypse.”
24th of Thriduin, 767 BVE.
Deep Jungle.
“Is she out there?” Darmi asked as they waited, huddled in the thick vegetation. The jungle was a cacophony of strange noises, a constant reminder that they were prey. She could only hope Aifa would find them before some passing monstrosity.
The whispers in her head felt certain. Vaecath had led her along, creeping slowly, his wounds gradually healing until hardly a flicker of pain echoed in her mind. Darmi wasn’t so lucky. Though the tiny stump of her missing antenna had stopped bleeding days ago, she still winced whenever she dared to touch it.
Once more they moved. Once more they stopped. Vaecath squirmed at the distant echo of a silent beacon, a familiar mind reaching out. Darmi could feel it faintly through the beast’s whispers inside her head. Someone was summoning them.
Something rustled beside her. Whirling, she hardly had time to bring her claws to bear before a black spear was at her throat.
“You should’ve heard me sooner,” Aifa said as she withdrew the weapon. “I taught you better.”
A swift embrace was Darmi’s weapon, squeezing her mistress as she met her lips. Aifa savored the girl’s touch and taste, enduring her affection until she pried herself free when her tolerance had dwindled. “Mistress…you live!”
“More. I live in victory.” Aifa took her hand. “Come. I’ve secured our future.”
She followed eagerly. “You claimed the cave? Won’t the prisoners take advantage of your absence.”
“They are tightly secured and under the care of Kifi, their betrayer. Whatever blood she shares with the others is now irrelevant, as she’s now mine.” Aifa eyed her confusion with a shrug. “I’ll explain later. Besides, I’ve left Jynae-bal to monitor the prisoners. If they attempt treachery, he’ll reach out with a warning.”
Moving through the jungle, they carefully avoided the attention of predators roaming the thick trees. A tall white beast with spindly arms and legs lumbered across their path, lacking anything that could be considered a head. An hour later, a creature twice the size of Vaecath noisily climbed a colossal tree, its ten legs and bulbous backside armored in hard chitinous plates. The tree visibly strained under its weight. They granted the creature a wide berth.
“Did they find you?” Aifa broke the silence when her antennae offered no hint of nearby danger. She gestured to the slug in the girl’s grasp when she required clarification.
Darmi shook her head. “We moved whenever the slug glowed blue, just like you said. They came close, though never saw us.”
“Good.” Aifa never took her attention from their surroundings. Finally, when hints of the massive half-sphere were visible through the trees, she permitted a smile. “Welcome home.”
Darmi stared in awe as they emerged from the tree line. Faced with the colossal structure, she uttered a giggle of relief. “Magnificent. How do we get inside?”
Leading her around the natural structure, Aifa guided her to the hidden entrance of the tunnel. Making their way through, she felt the cool safety from the humid jungle air outside as they emerged beneath the high dome far overhead. She took a silent joy in seeing Darmi’s wonder, watching the girl peer up with a smile stretching from ear to ear. When her gaze found the prisoners, however, her sweet grin faltered.
Kneeling, Wair and his daughters each had received a small cage of their own. With Kifi’s assistance, logs bound tightly together with hard vines had fashioned fitting prisons for her new wombs as Aifa awaited Darmi’s long approach.
Five sets of solid blue eyes met them with hatred, fear, and submission. Kifi merely greeted her new mistresses with relief, nestled in a cage of her own, on her side as golden tentacles reached through to play between her legs. When Vaecath squeezed through the tunnel, however, all peered at his writhing tentacles with a silent terror.
“They remain where I left them, as promised.” Aifa marched to Kifi’s cage, watching the woman squeezing the wooden bars in pleasure as the golden tentacle between her legs continued to thrust. A shallow pool of slime mixed with Jynae-bal’s seed beneath her, utterly addicted. “How does the freedom I offer taste?”
Kifi merely moaned. Unlike her sisters and father, no gag stifled her voice. Her arms were free, rather than tied tightly behind her back. Darmi eyed the fingers gripping the bars. Her fingernails hadn’t been spared, it seemed, for her sharp claws had been shattered and filled dull by a rock. Long would it take to cut through their bindings with claws, Darmi knew well, yet now they were helpless.
“This one betrayed the rest?” she asked. After a nod from her mistress, she clutched her head, wincing as Jynae-bal touched her mind with memories. She witnessed Kifi’s torment. She felt the desires of the golden tentacles, craving the womb they had filled. When she saw the truth of Wair, she whirled to peer at the caged man in horror. “His…daughters?”
Aifa chuckled as she crouched to caress Jynae-bal. The creature continued to thrust, his urges as unbearable as Kifi’s. The woman could hardly go an hour without his touch, her addiction Aifa’s familiar tool. How many times had he filled her? How many times had she finished while her family watched? “Wair sired playthings for his own enjoyment.”
Darmi couldn’t help but clench her fists. “A father’s duty is to protect his children. He chose to breed them instead!”
“Not quite.” Aifa stood, wiping the slime coating her fingers upon her thighs. She loomed over Wair’s cage, receiving his glare. “You never saw fit to spill your seed inside them. Perhaps you knew deep down their wombs were destined for a greater purpose. Perhaps you simply didn’t want more mouths to feed. Either way, the next generation of my children shall thank you.”
“He needs to be punished,” Darmi stated, her gentle voice filling with resentment.
Aifa frowned. She knew the girl well enough to know the truth of her fragile rage. “What would you have me do, child?”
“I’d…you should…” Darmi blushed, suddenly feeling childish. She shrugged. “He didn’t protect them from his own lusts. He should have to watch as he’s unable to protect them from ours. Are they…?”
“Pregnant? Only Kifi.” Aifa regarded the rest, watching them squirm at her words. “Vaecath has as much of a right to their wombs as Jynae-bal. I thought it best to wait until you both arrive.”
The black beast writhed behind, his urges hardly restrained. Darmi met Wair’s hate, nodding. “Good.”
Walking among the cages, Aifa marched with her hands clasped behind her back. “Yet who first?” She saw Faima’s terror. Cirui peered at the floor, fighting to conceal her fear. Erimi’s glare was a challenge, eager to draw blood from her captor. Irima whimpered in submission, her eyes seeking mercy. “Vaecath, I’ll leave the choice to you.”
The black beast crept closer, tentacles grasping, hungry for soft female flesh.
Irima squirmed in her cage as tentacles reached through, desperate to escape. The cramped cage offered nowhere to run. Aifa held him back with a commanding hand long enough to unfasten the door that had been tied shut with vines, removing the final useless barrier between the creature and his prey.
Dripping tentacles coiled around skinny limbs, dragging Irima forth. Hardly did she kick. Hardly did she struggle. Her resistance was merely a subtle tremble, her gentle body unable to escape. Muffled whimpers eased through her gag as tentacles explored her slender curves. Slime wetted crimson skin as wet tendrils found their way between her legs, thighs unable to hold them back.
Kneeling, Wair pressed against his cage, nearly growling at the sight of his daughter’s legs parting. He struggled in his bindings as a tentacle slid over her lower lips, making her whimper.
Held in Vaecath’s mass of writhing tentacles, Irima could do nothing as her cheeks darkened helplessly. Ensuring her father had a clear view, a tentacle parted her labia and began to slide inside. Wair thrashed as Irima moaned, eyes wide. Erimi threw herself against the bars of her cage. Faima’s muffled begging for her sister came desperately.
Solid blue eyes fluttered and rolled back after a mere few thrusts, Irima’s skinny body melting into Vaecath’s grasp. Black tentacles caressed her, obsessed with the fertile female they explored.
Darmi crouched beside Wair’s cage, her rage nearly faltering when he turned quickly to shoot a glare of absolute hatred. She steadied herself. “It was your duty to protect them. Now…now you can’t!” The angry words felt strange on her tongue, holding a resentment that tasted sour.
Aifa wasted no time in taking her own enjoyment, approaching to caress the helpless form moaning with every thrust in Vaecath’s grasp. A part of her wanted to thank Wair, for each of his daughters were unique artworks she couldn’t help but grow moist at the sight of. Fingers dragged over Irima’s midriff, feeling an echo of the envy she had felt after sensing Jynae-bal’s lusts. What an exquisite feeling it would be to thrust inside her. “Breed her, Vaecath. Fill her with your seed until her womb surrenders entirely. I want to watch this skinny body swell with my descendants.”
Wair pulled, trying to free his arms as he watched his daughter moan in submission. Utterly helpless to save her, he watched the tentacle sliding in and out of her tight cunny with the sounds of gushing slime.
“Get her pregnant,” Aifa commanded.
Watching in horror, Wair heard Irima’s breath catch in her throat, only for her muffled moan to ooze from her lips as she shuddered in the orgasm he had denied her of days ago. Rage darkened his features, his control undone, impotently thrusting his shoulder against his cage to escape. When at last a scream ripped from her covered lips, he froze at the sight of white seed oozing from her vagina as Vaecath filled her, eyes wide as he watched the beast breed his daughter.
Vaecath writhed in pleasure, claiming the fertile female as his own. Sperm gushed in heavy pulses, leaking in a powerful flow from between her legs. Her skinny body shook, her mind gripped in a climax she couldn’t endure, falling limp when at last it passed.
Aifa watched as Vaecath gently placed the unconscious girl back into her cage before she turned to Jynae-bal. “Your turn.”
She watched golden tentacles slide from Kifi’s body, receiving a pitiful whine of need as the woman replaced them with her own fingers. Broken by ecstasy, craving more, needing more, she frantically sought to pleasure herself as Jynae-bal scurried to Faima’s cage.
Cowering in fear, Wair’s sweet daughter tried to get away, only to find her back against the rear bars. Nowhere to go, she squeezed her thighs shut as golden tentacles gripped her ankles.
Once more Aifa opened the cage. Once more tentacles sought their prey. Jynae-bal crept forth, pulling her down onto her back, strong tendrils prying her soft thighs apart. She whimpered as he explored her, coiling up her trapped legs.
Surrounded by fertile wombs, Vaecath was far from satisfied. His tentacles squirmed against Erimi’s cage, eager to meet her hate with his lust. When Aifa opened the door, chuckling at his enthusiasm, she watched as Erimi kicked with all her might.
Faima offered a softer resistance, begging through her gag, squirming as golden tentacles crept up her thighs. Erimi fought with every ounce of strength left to her, doing all she could to keep the dripping appendages from the prize between her legs. Slime tingled upon her skin wherever black tentacles grabbed her, coaxing a grimace of disgust from her defiant face.
“Will you do nothing to save them?” Darmi scowled, her own words bringing forth emotions she fought to bury. “They need you. Will you abandon them to their fates?”
Faima writhed to get away, utterly helpless in Jynae-bal’s grasp. The golden beast took his time, running a tentacle over her vulnerable lower lips, making her twist in panic. Erimi tried to yank her foot away when Vaecath snatched it, dragging her from the cage. Free, she fought to escape his grasp, only to roar with rage and dread as too many tentacles to fight wrapped around her waist and legs.
Wair’s gaze dripped with hate. Darmi nearly fell back, startled when he turned to her, yet her resentment remained. “Fight for them! Why won’t you fight for your daughters?”
A high-pitched whine echoed from Faima’s cage as Jynae-bal pushed into the sweet depths of her loins, arching her back. Erimi thrashed, never surrendering. When a black tentacle glided up her strong thigh, she glanced to her father as if offering a silent apology before grimacing, feeling the tentacle push into her depths.
Wair slammed into the cage before resting his head against the bars, defeat in his eyes. Darmi felt a stab of guilt, a feeling she hurried to shove down. Didn’t he deserve this? Wasn’t he just as deserving of a punishment as her former tribe? Her scowl returned.
Aifa watched with satisfaction, caressing the swell of her own pregnancy. “Fill them both with my children. Their bodies are mere vessels, fertile, ripe for your seed. Cum deep inside them and grant me the army I require. Only then shall we be safe.”
Vaecath held Erimi tightly, drowning her in tentacles that writhed and squirmed against her struggling body. He traced her many scars, having survived many beasts, yet falling to his tentacles.
Between her violated sisters, Cirui watched from her cage, a doomed girl. She masked her fear well yet winced at every merciless thrust that rammed deep into Erimi, breaking the resistance of her elder sister. Turning, she could do little but watch Faima wiggle and twist, moving just as much as the tentacle buried inside her cunt. Cirui’s own loins waited, quivering, as much with terror as with interest. Still Kifi dug her fingers into her tightness. Still Irima rested limply, seed pouring from between her legs. Cirui clenched her thighs together, a tingling curiosity masked by horror.
Wair could do nothing as his girls squirmed, watching tentacles slide in and out of their bound bodies. The sound of their moans remained a torment when he closed his eyes, hearing the wet sounds of writhing tentacles. When he watched, his glare of hatred did nothing to slow the thrusts ravishing his daughters. Slimy tendrils glided deep into their helpless cunnies, never stopping, never slowing, intending fully to get them both pregnant.
“Take comfort despite your defeat,” Aifa offered, moving to sit atop his cage. Legs apart, she ran a finger over her soaking lower lips, enthralled by the sight. “Their offspring shall be of your blood, just as they are mine. Your grandchildren shall be pure, creatures worthy of protection. Your descendants shall be safe in my care after I’ve forged our homeland.”
The statement brought him little comfort, watching Erimi thrash as her body was consumed beneath the grasp of endless tentacles, nearly every inch of her skin covered as they wrapped around her limbs. The defiance in her eyes vanished as tentacles wrapped around her head, leaving little room to breathe.
Faima’s muffled pleading went unheard. As golden tentacles wrapped around her waist, craving the fertile womb inside, she cried out in panic as Jynae-bal began to pump his warm seed deep inside her vagina.
Wair watched her frantic protests quickly succumb to a screech of pleasure as she was forced into an orgasm, her body shuddering. When seed started to gush from Erimi’s loins as well, he could hardly hear her muffled screams, drowned in slime and black tendrils. Still she fought, her wrapped body shaking violently as she was punished by an orgasm that disgusted her.
The pleasure of her sisters sentenced Cirui to her doom. She tugged at her bindings, tail flicking nervously, knowing her turn was next. Hardly did their pleasure diminish, their orgasms persisting far longer than natural until she was beginning to wonder if they’d ever stop. When at last Faima fell limp, and Erimi’s strength failed her, she squeezed her thighs tighter together in anticipation as her sisters were discarded to their cages, their wombs claimed.
“One left.” Aifa teased herself with a finger, gently rubbing her throbbing clit. “You’ll have to share.”
Thighs rubbing together, Cirui watched in horror as the beasts gathered outside her cage. No longer did Vaecath require the assistance of his mistress. Learning quickly, a black tentacle carefully untied the vines before opening the door, looming before the kneeling vessel that would birth his children.
Jynae-bal seemed to disagree, eager to claim her womb for himself. Snatching her leg first, a black tentacle wrapped around the other. Cirui whimpered as she was pulled from the cage, a subtle tingle pulsating deep inside her loins as her thighs were forced apart.
The elder sought to claim his right to take her first, pushing aside a golden tentacle. Sire and offspring dueled, black mingling with gold until the younger beast yielded beneath Vaecath’s strength. The girl was maneuvered into his control, lying atop his squirming mass for all to see.
Darmi once more felt a spark of guilt as Wair uttered a faint whimper, watching as a black tentacle entered his youngest daughter. Cirui’s eyes flashed open with a new pleasure, groaning, toes curling, tail flailing.
Only then was it Jynae-bal’s turn. Golden tentacles crept forth, exploring the soft skin of the fertile girl before gliding up her thigh. Stretched from the intrusion of Vaecath’s appendage, she cried out as Jynae-bal joined his sire, black and gold thrusting into the same tight hole.
Her delicate loins were ravished, the alternating rhythm of their thrusts quickly driving her to madness. Whatever curiosity she possessed was surpassed, enduring more than she could hope to prepare for. Crying out, she arched her back, slime oozing from her soaking lower lips.
“Good boys.” Aifa let her juices trickle down the bars of Wair’s cage as her fingers continued their work. “Breed her tight…ahh…cunt together…”
Darmi watched the man’s head hang in defeat as his daughter moaned. Should his shame please her? Should she feel victorious at his humiliation? Instead, she felt little but a faint disgust at the sight and herself. Was this how it’d feel to punish her tribe? To punish her…father?
Saving Darmi from her torment, Aifa gestured for her to move closer. Despising the turmoil in her gaze, she patted her leg, commanding Darmi to rest her head on her thigh. She gently caressed her short white hair, mindful not to touch her tiny stump as she continued to pleasure herself.
Cirui’s eyes rolled back, hips shaking and bucking. Tentacles both gold and black explored her small breasts, her body entirely at their mercy.
A fertile womb lay on offer, a prize only one could claim. Eager to breed her, Jynae-bal began to spurt inside her tight tunnel, drenching the black tentacle rubbing against his own with warm seed. Unwilling to be outmatched, Vaecath joined his offspring’s pleasure, unleashing a flurry of his own sperm as deep as possible.
Two tentacles continued to pump, to spit, sending a mixture of seed to ooze heavily from her loins. Sperm battled inside her, fighting to get her pregnant. Her body spasmed at the sensation, limbs twitching, her filled loins cumming.
Wair could hardly watch as the last of his daughters was bred, entirely defeated. As Aifa leaned back in bliss, finding her own finish at the sight, the juices of Wair’s new mistress dripped upon his caged form.
No longer would Aifa flee. No longer would they cower in the jungle. Their sanctuary had been secured, a harem of fertile wombs ready to birth an army.
The homeland she had promised had been found, and her children would spread in the safety she had long craved. As she savored her victory, a reprieve from a lifetime of defeats and losses, she heard a whisper inside her head.
“Seek Synaalag.”
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