Vaid Empire: Mother of Tentacles
Chapter 14
32nd of Thriduin, 767 BVE.
The Holy City of Aslyd.
“There lies our failure. Grant me my dishonorable death as punishment, or permit me to serve Aslyd a while longer,” Audir said, kneeling before the black throne. “You know what’s coming.”
Mauron had hardly blinked throughout the entirety of Audir’s retailing of their hunts. He listened to his High Seeker intently, attention never shifting, his grip tight upon the armrests of his throne. Much of the tale had been a repeat of what he had read in Audir’s reports, yet he insisted upon hearing the full extent once more. When at last the man spoke of losing the trail of their lost Holy Mother, his jaw was tight enough that he felt it would burst.
No other had been permitted into the chamber. No guard stood between them. If the city knew of their doom, the truth uttered and spread around, all would be lost. Perhaps they were already.
“I promised you a glorious end with honor.” Every ounce of The Knowledge Holder’s control was required to keep the tremble from his tone. “I promised you a place at The Creator’s side in death.”
Audir tilted his head. “I failed. Be done with this. Grant me a quick death or let me continue my work.”
“Your work has ended.” Mauron eyed the painful scars carved across the man’s face. Whatever their enemy had taken from him would be nothing compared to what they’d take from the world.
“The hunt has ended. My work remains. You tasked me with purging the threat of the great one’s offspring from our world, and I’d prefer to see it done.” Audir rose without Mauron’s command. The absence of his black spear was yet unfamiliar, sending a throbbing memory through his missing eye. “Execute me dishonorably if you must. Banish me to the forgotten realm in death. I’ll accept my fate. Yet permit me to live and I shall begin preparations to defend the city immediately.”
Mauron chewed on the inside of his cheek, tasting blood. There was no defense for what approached. “The walls of Aslyd have never failed us.”
Audir allowed an amused smile, the first in many days. “You granted me the burden of knowledge yourself. I know the cost of my failure.”
“You know nothing,” Mauron thought to himself. “If I granted you the full truth, you’d have cut your throat the moment you lost her.”
“I know the creatures will spread. I know they’ll spread quickly. Months shall pass, perhaps years before they’ll amass the strength required to overrun the city, yet they’ll come. I’d see us arm every citizen of Aslyd that can carry a spear. I’d see them train, organize, and prepare to stand against the horde when it seeks us out. I’d see us forge an army.”
“It won’t stop the flood,” The Knowledge Holder thought. “Aslyd has never had an army. No one has.”
Visions of the past had been whispered into the minds of previous Knowledge Holders since the founding of Aslyd. Echoes of battles raged in the past, upon another land, upon another world beyond their universe, a warning. They had seen spears against spears, sharp metal blades against others, and strange objects that flung beams of blinding light from the hands of bizarre pale creatures without tails nor antennae. All knew of such tales. All knew of war, of armies, of their Creator’s warnings. None but Aslyd had the means to amass such a force, and no need for more than small groups of hunters had ever arisen, safe behind their colossal walls. If The Creator could hear Audir’s words now, or knew of Mauron’s betrayal…
“Grant me your approval and I shall forge the first army this world has ever seen.” Audir’s deadly eye offered a piercing gaze, demanding no less than their future or his death.
Mauron wanted to scream. He wanted to scurry away and hold Sarui tightly until their doom arrived. There was no escaping their fate. The memory of a blinding flash of light above the city in his visions ran through his head, unavoidable. In the end, however, he granted the man a dignified nod, presenting his calmest smile. “So be it. We have little to lose by arming the population, and everything to lose by not. Grant me an army worthy of Aslyd, High Seeker Audir.”
A firm nod was the one-eyed man’s only response.
“Forgive me, Aslyd. I tried to save you,” Mauron thought to himself.
When he was dismissed, Audir marched from the chamber with strides of purpose, his aims clear. As he stepped from the entrance of the ziggurat, he was met with the presence of the two young women he had left outside.
“You live, father,” Pirmi greeted him coldly. Tall and svelte, she appeared to be a copy of her twin, long hair cut close to her scalp on both sides of her head.
“Our condolences. The Knowledge Holder is a fool for denying you the right to join The Creator’s side,” Rafi said as she embraced him, her noticeable breasts round and firm against his chest.
Forcefully parting from his daughter, Audir offered no emotion but a silent determination. “I shall have my rest when my work is done. I’ve been granted a new purpose.”
Rafi gently touched the scars upon his face, frowning. “I’m pleased you’ll be here a while longer with us, yet if you plan to continue living, you’ll need to tend to your mortal flesh. Come. Let me mend your wounds properly, father.”
In the care of his daughters, he permitted them to take his hands, leading him along. The touch of their soft skin was a reminder of the danger looming upon the horizon. Never would he rest until Aslyd was defended. Never would he leave his daughters to face the horde alone. He had failed to end the threat before it began. Never would he fail them again.
44th of Fixuin, 767 BVE.
Sanctuary of The Mother.
The sound of squirming tentacles echoed off the walls of the vast cave, ever present, unending.
Aifa caressed her swollen belly as she watched Vaecath and Jynae-bal, her pregnancy swiftly nearing its end. She could feel the child squirming inside her womb, writhing tentacles seeking to escape. The sensation sent a strange tickle through her loins as she fought to conceal a moan.
She savored the feeling as well as their new safety. In the months following her seizing of the cave, she and Darmi had made it their home. The uneven floor had naturally divided the massive chamber into several sections connected by shallow steps carved into the stone ground. Walls of vines created makeshift rooms in which to store their steadily increasing supplies, though much of the cave remained open and visible to all around.
Once more the unborn child caressed her insides. Once more she tried to stifle a gasp before deciding to let it loose in a low groan as she caressed her belly. A single mutter of pleasure would hardly be noticed in any case. All around the cave echoes of lust fluttered. She lounged upon a woven hammock strung between the remnants of two cages, now empty.
Erimi rested nearby, arms tied behind her back by a long vine that was fastened to a nearby wooden pole. Despite her freedom from the constricting cage, she remained slumped upon her side. Little remained of the ferocious girl she had been aside from her glare, much of the fight taken from her by the rough handling of tentacles day after day.
Cirui writhed in the grasp of Vaecath’s tentacles near the center of the chamber. Moans echoing mindlessly beneath the colossal dome above, her eyes rolled back as black tendrils caressed the swell of her pregnancy with satisfaction, tentacles pumping between her parted legs. Faima was no different, her arms bound above her head by a hanging vine as Vaecath held her thighs apart, pushing deep into her fecund tightness.
Kifi’s mind was bound, yet her limbs were free to explore her bred body as Jynae-bal pumped his seed between her legs for the third time in the same hour. She bucked her hips, seizing in an orgasm she could hardly go without, every pulse of pleasure coaxing her addiction.
A mixture of seed from both tentacled beasts leaked from Irima’s loins, remnants of the recent ecstasy that had made her scream. Now she served a different master for the moment, bent over, her face buried between Darmi’s thighs as her tongue set to work. A hand held the swell of her belly, as if savoring her womb’s submission.
Minds lay in ruins. The belly of every female grew round as their pregnancies quickly advanced, their maternal beauty complementing their alluring forms. Black and golden tentacles glided deep into their loins and thoughts, whispers revealing any lingering intentions of escape or betrayal to Aifa long before they could act. Her punishments were swift and severe, reducing five women with hopes, dreams, and ambitions into mere wombs.
She permitted herself to chuckle at the sight. She could almost feel the urges of Vaecath and Jynae-bal, savoring their need to slide into a tight cunny or two. She wanted them to enjoy the harem she had secured, to cum deep and often into the beauties she had acquired. Running a finger over her labia, she found herself dripping with lust, subtly envious of her children. Her fingers curled as if hoping to wrap around a phantom cock protruding from her groin, finding nothing but air. A quiver ran through her loins. She’d give much to feel the sensation of thrusting into the pregnant bodies on display.
The only Cavari in the cave capable of feeling what she could not remained huddled in his cage. Neglected, a burden, Aifa had little use for Wair. She permitted him a brief freedom from his cage once each day under supervision, as Darmi had insisted, yet he had little use but to watch his daughters moan and swell with tentacled children. To dispose of him would risk reigniting the resistance of her prisoners, and despite the clear hatred in Darmi’s gaze whenever she regarded his cage, she had begged Aifa to grant him mercy.
Aifa groaned deeply at the feeling of a powerful flutter in her womb. Clutching at her pregnant swell, she let it pass before another struck her, loins beginning to tingle.
Feeling a soaking wetness between her thighs, she once more ran a finger between her dripping labia. Surprised by the peculiar quantity of her juices, she found a steady flow of liquid oozing from her womanhood. Assessing it, her eyes widened as her fingers began to tingle. She hadn’t felt her own juices, but slime.
The child was coming.
“Darmi, to me!” Aifa commanded.
Though granting her mistress a lackadaisical glance as she reveled in Irima’s skillful tongue, she snapped to attention when she noticed the viscous liquid pouring from the hammock. Hurrying to her feet, cradling her own pregnancy, she rushed to her mistress’s side. “Aifa! Are you…the child…is it-”
Darmi’s words were cut off by a groan of her own, holding her stomach. Feeling something beginning to pour down her thighs, tingling her crimson skin, her eyes widened.
“Vaecath! Jynae-bal! Kifi!” Aifa shouted for assistance, feeling the unborn child squirming inside her womb. An intense burst of pleasure forced her onto her back after she tried to sit up, swinging her legs to hang over the side of the hammock.
Vaecath hurried to catch Darmi as she quivered, toppling over with a moan of ecstasy. He cradled her body, pulling her legs apart to prepare for the birth.
They had conceived during the same night, wrapped in each other’s embrace. Now their unborn children had chosen the same moment to wiggle free of their mothers. The coincidence unnerved Aifa, highly unlikely, unnatural, yet they both shook regardless.
“The offspring comes at the appropriate moment.”
Vaecath’s whispers soothed Aifa, her mind tumbling into an abyss of pleasure. She felt tentacles sliding through her vaginal canal. She watched slime pour from Darmi’s labia. Where agony should rip through her as the child approached, she felt a deep euphoria gripping her mind instead, squeezing, the movements of the squirming tendrils inside her loins driving her into a consuming climax. She shook, trembling, parted lips offering a choked cry of absolute bliss.
When at last the creature slid free, her body fell limp in the hammock, her mind swirling as she lost consciousness.
***
“The second piece is born. The Red Vessel serves.”
In her dreams, she saw a golden tentacle reaching for her neck. It coiled tightly around her throat. Her hands sought to free her breath, pulling, trying to yank the tendril away. Another emerged from the darkness, the azure shade of a deep ocean. It joined the first, curling, squeezing. Her strength began to falter.
“The Tri-Council requires another.”
Choking, she watched a crimson tentacle dance in the distance. Slithering forth, it crept along to join its kin, crimson joining azure and gold. Strangled by all three, she could do nothing to resist. There was no escaping her fate. Vision fading, she was blinded by a flash of light from above. When it too fell to darkness, she saw the face of a strange young woman drifting above her, hair as black as the void, skin pale. Glowing silver eyes regarded her with mercy, a hand reaching down to guide the three tentacles into her grasp.
Breathless, Aifa watched as the woman spread her legs. Black tendrils tipped with glowing crimson poured forth from her loins to consume the world. As she was wrapped in darkness, Aifa slipped into the void.
“Seek Synaalag.”
Awaking with gasping breaths, Aifa gripped the woven mat beneath her, panting as she sat up. Alone, she was inside a false room with walls of hanging vines. Emotion welled in her eyes, threatening to destroy her until she felt soft arms wrap around from behind.
“Worry not. You’re safe, mistress,” Darmi said gently in her ear.
Savoring the embrace for a moment more than she should, Aifa pushed her away, calming herself. “How many days?”
Darmi shook her head with a smile. “Only a few hours this time.” She beamed with excitement as she knelt. “There’s someone you need to meet.”
Watching the girl wave for something to approach, Aifa turned in time to see azure tentacles creeping forth from behind the wall of vines. Her throat tightened instinctually, yet when the creature merely settled between her legs, lounging in her lap, she released a cautious breath as she reached down to caress it.
“His name is-”
“Ayaalag,” Aifa answered for her, hearing the same whispers that continued to run through the girl’s mind all the same. “I know.” After a moment of assessing the newborn’s affection, blue tentacles coiling around her thighs, she eyed Darmi with a question. “What of yours?”
Darmi’s smile faded subtly, once more offering a summoning wave. “It doesn’t…I’m not sure if it…” The creature parted the vines, scurrying to its mother’s side. Smaller than Ayaalag, its black tentacles weakly sought her groin, easily held back as she covered her lower lips with a hand. “It doesn’t whisper. I…don’t know if it has a name, or even a mind. It only seems interested in my…well…”
“A seedling understands. A seedling obeys. Nothing more is required.”
The hint of hope flickered across the girl’s features, only to recognize Vaecath’s whispers. The large beast parted the vines, looming outside as his tentacles prodded at the newborn. Having grown much in their time inside the cave, he was easily larger than the tiny room.
“The first of countless.”
Discarding the newborn, he next assessed Ayaalag, black tentacles intertwining with blue.
“The second. The Red Vessel serves.”
Aifa could hear the tint of sorrow among his whispers. Unsettled, her misgivings were shattered by another feeling, far in the distance, pulling at her mind. “Vaecath…”
Several reached out, seeking, touching her mind without whispers.
“Old seeds bear fruit. The Red Vessel must harvest.”
Aifa thought of the women they had lured from their tribe to ambush, leaving them bred. The pregnancies ended one by one, sending distant echoes of faint bliss that pulsated gently in her mind from afar. A dampness grew between her legs, her fertile body inviting Ayaalag’s blue tentacles inside. Lips parting, she quickly pulled the curious tendrils from her loins, covering herself as she concentrated. It had been simple to summon Vaecath, yet then, she knew his mind well. Reaching out across miles upon miles, she could only hope the newborn children of their victims would feel her thoughts. “Come, my children. Find us. Find our sanctuary.”
As Ayaalag protested, tiny tentacles trying to force their way inside, Aifa eased onto her back. There was nothing more to do but to wait.
49th of Fixuin, 767 BVE.
Sanctuary of The Mother.
“You’re…ahh…”
The gentle sounds of sleep echoed faintly from the bodies scattered across the ground, arms bound and leashed to poles. Was it night outside the cave? Aifa hardly cared. Her only concern was for the wet tongue between her thighs.
“That’s…ahh…yes, just like that,” she moaned. Sitting upon Wair’s cage, she savored Irima’s skill as the young woman lapped expertly between her parted thighs. Kneeling, the prisoner could do little but watch as his daughter pleasured their captor, her pregnant belly touching the bars of his cramped prison. “Ooohh…”
Aifa held Ayaalag to her breasts, allowing the small creature to suckle. Without a mouth or any identifiable feature other than his tiny blue tentacles, he merely teased her nipples as milk dribbled lightly over his tendrils, absorbed by his deep azure surface. “The fluids of your body are but a delicacy. They feed from the echoes of your soul, the ripples of your pleasure, like plants soaking in sunlight,” she remembered Audir’s words.
She could almost pity Wair. Watching his pregnant daughter lick frantically brought clear agony to his gagged features. As his manhood was unaccustomed to going a day without burying deep inside one or two of his pretty daughters, months of neglect had their effect. An erection began to twitch at the sight despite his hate-filled efforts, the tip dribbling, as if begging to feel the pretty body that had been stolen from his grasp once more. His denial was a cruelty, yet Aifa knew he’d offer no mercy in return had their positions been reversed. She had left him untouched and unharmed. Under his control she’d already carry his child if her throat remained uncut.
Something wet prodded at her back. Turning, she watched as a black tentacle curled around her waist. Slime tingled upon her skin as her flat abdomen was caressed. “Vaecath…ahh…I’m occupied…”
A tentacle crept through the cage below. Wair winced as slime dripped upon his shoulder. Coming up, it glided up her thigh. A third coiled around Irima’s neck, pulling her away to kneel submissively, the juices of her mistress running down her chin.
“I said I was-” Aifa’s breath caught as the tendril pushed inside her quivering womanhood without warning. Reaching down to defend herself, she gripped the tentacle as it sought her depths, forcing a deep groan to mutter from her lips. “Fuck…”
The tentacle tightened around her waist. She could feel his urges boiling, instincts flaring as he sought her womb.
“St…stop…” She pulled at the tentacle writhing inside her. “Stop.”
The tentacle eased its movements until she managed to pull it from her loins. Stepping down from the cage upon unsteady legs, she put her hands on her hips after carefully lowering Ayaalag to the ground.
“Mind your eagerness.” She watched the black mass squirm before her. Once more she thought of her dream, of the tentacles strangling her. How easy it would be for this beast to take anything it liked from her.
“The Red Vessel is fertile. The Red Vessel serves.”
His whispers echoed loudly in her mind, demanding. She did her best to present a stern frown. This was her Vaecath. Surely she had nothing to fear from her own offspring, she knew, yet her misgivings remained like a subtle itch. “I will permit you to impregnate me on my own terms only. I’ve provided you with many wombs to enjoy.”
“The Red Vessel is required. The third remains unmade. Other wombs lack necessary components.”
A blush painted her crimson cheeks. The whispers coiled around her mind, her body growing warm. The remnants of Irima’s work left her sensitive, yet her lust lingered, igniting anew at the feeling of his mind manipulating hers. She fought to control her urges, retaining a commanding stance. “If you desire to get me pregnant once more, earn it.”
It was a gamble. She didn’t like how tall he loomed over her. Vaecath had used their prisoners as he wished, dragging them into his grasp, forcefully yanking their legs apart to taste the tightness of their loins. He couldn’t use her the same way. She had to maintain control.
A tentacle reached out to caress her cheek. She felt the slime tingle as it dripped down her chin.
“The Red Vessel serves. The Red Vessel is rewarded.”
The whispers held a strange warmth, something she could almost call affection. She permitted the tentacle to curl around her waist once more, slithering up to gently nudge her breasts. When the tip flicked her nipple, she bit her lip.
Irima remained kneeling as she watched her mistress moan at the beast’s gentle teasing. She could do little to fight the tentacle coiled around her throat with her hands bound behind her back, nor would she if she could. She merely whimpered in submission, watching the tentacle rub Aifa’s sensitive buds, glowing blue.
Lips parting, Aifa stepped back, guiding Vaecath with a commanding expression of desire. “You want to breed me? So be it. Come. There’s work to be done.” She sat down upon a mat woven of vines nearby, one she had permitted Irima to sleep upon. Easing onto her back, she parted her legs, covering her alluring prize with her hand. The faint bioluminescent glow of her labia was visible through the gaps between her fingers, taunting the writhing tentacles before her. Vaecath snatched Ayaalag as the small creature tried to rush forward to claim its mother first, dangling blue tentacles high into the air.
Black tentacles began to glide up her legs. They lovingly caressed her crimson skin, coiling around her thighs. It’d be a simple thing to force her hand aside. Instead, the curious tips merely massaged the area around her hand, tantalizingly close to the treasure it sought.
Others joined the first upon her chest. They felt the softness of her perky flesh, gliding over supple mounds. Long strands of white hair lay across her crimson skin, brushed aside as slippery tendrils slithered over her buds. She closed her eyes, head easing back, complementing their touch with a moan.
Irima followed like an eager pet as Vaecath forced her closer. Gasping when the tentacle loosened to permit her to breathe, she returned to her knees as a tentacle slowly circled her pregnant swell. It quivered as if taking enjoyment in knowing its offspring grew within her. “Please…master. I want…I need…more.”
Aifa chuckled through her own enjoyment. “Such a good girl. Go on. Reward her obedience.”
Eager to oblige, Vaecath forced her onto her side. With one tentacle forcing a leg high into the air, leaving her lower lips exposed and helpless, another licked between her needy labia. She whimpered for more, offering no resistance.
The sight of her submission coaxed the wetness between Aifa’s thighs further. She watched Irima gasp, then moan as the tentacle slid deep. Her own loins ached. Under the assault of the tentacles at her thighs and breasts, she subtly bucked her hips, an involuntary motion that tested her control. She wanted to feel them inside. She wanted them to explore every crevice inside her twat. She wanted to cum, to scream, to beg until she could endure no more. Finally, cheeks dark with arousal, she slowly lifted her hand to reveal the vagina it protected, offering her womb. The lower lips on display quivered, surrounded by writhing tentacles.
Ayaalag thrashed, trying to escape its sire’s hold as her fertile body was a lure it couldn’t resist.
Almost cautious, a black tentacle crept forward. It nudged her labia as if expecting to find her hand denying him once more. Discovering her to be willing, her juices eagerly speaking of her desire, the tip gently traced her labia.
She wanted him. Now he took his sweet time. Aifa would chuckle if she wasn’t annoyed. The tendril continued to taunt her, slime tingling her delicate lower lips to grant her a taste of what was to come. “Go on. You seek my womb. Now-” She gasped as the tentacle flicked her clit, sending a pulse of pleasure through her waiting loins. “Now…come. Get me pregnant, Vaecath.”
Something echoed inside her head. She felt it, a call, summoning someone nearby. When Darmi approached a minute later to discover their pleasure, the girl giggled. “Mistress, seeking to conceive without me?”
Aifa glared in annoyance. “I…Vaecath…he…”
Only then did the tentacle begin to slide inside. She groaned loudly as her need was met, feeling the slimy appendage gliding inch by inch into her tight womanhood. It found her cervix, lovingly caressing the entrance to her womb, sending a strange tickle throughout her entire body she knew she’d never grow accustomed to, yet craving more of.
Darmi bit her lip, thighs rubbing together at the sight. She took a step closer, paused, glancing at Ayaalag’s thrashing form. “Poor thing.” She approached the blue tentacles and claimed them from the black beast’s grasp. Tiny tentacles writhed as she held him tightly to her breasts. “Does your mother neglect you? I won’t.”
Aifa disregarded her with a wave of her hand, intending fully to enjoy the tentacle buried inside her. Hips lifting, her body demanded more, urging the tentacle to quicken its thrusts.
Claiming her place at her mistress’s side, Darmi parted her legs while on her back, maneuvering the blue creature with curiosity in her eyes. As tiny tentacles found the wet prize she offered, she moaned, feeling squirming tendrils tickle wildly between her thighs.
From his cage, Wair watched the moaning women, his cock twitching at the sight of his daughter begging for more. Slime oozed from her loins, her gorgeous body shuddering in bliss. His cock twitched, leaking, eager to push into anything tight.
A black tentacle found its way to Aifa’s lips. It caressed her gently, met by her tongue as she granted it a sensual lick, tasting the tingling slime. She allowed it to enter her mouth, moaning as it eased down her throat.
Darmi heard her mistress gag. She held the blue creature firmly between her thighs, legs squeezing as she endured his frantic touch. Small slippery tentacles flicked wildly to rub against her clit. Her solid blue gaze rolled back, biting her lip in enjoyment as they began to push inside. Thin and small, several forced their way into her tightness at once. They explored every inch, creeping forth inch by inch only when they were certain they had discovered all the secrets her loins had to offer thus far.
Enduring the tentacle easing in and out of her throat, Aifa’s back arched in utter enjoyment. The tentacles caressing her inner thighs held her legs apart, one venturing closer to nudge her aching bud. The area between her legs was a blazing inferno of bursting pleasure, flaring anew with every second and every squirming movement. Her feminine muscles seized, clenching, her body preparing. A muffled cry came a moment later as she found her finish, hips bucking as the tentacle never slowed.
Darmi whimpered while the tiny tentacles danced inside her cunny. Wet, slimy, gliding easily, they offered a thousand different sensations at once. Her thighs squeezed tighter. Her hands pulled Ayaalag closer, trying to force his mass of tendrils as firmly against her lower lips as she could manage. A part of her wanted all of him to slip inside, to undo his birth and feel him inside her womb as Aifa had. When a black tentacle reached out to nudge against her rear, however, any such impossible fantasies melted away. “Vaecath…w…wait…let me prepare for-”
The black tentacle pushed against her resistance, easily overpowering her puckered hole. Gliding inside, Darmi cried out, legs lifting herself as if she could get away. Vaecath offered no mercy, venturing forth inside her clenching rump.
Aifa lovingly caressed a tentacle as she heard Darmi’s panicked protests turn to moans of pleasure. The tendril in her throat slowly pulled out, coated in slime and saliva as a relief eased through her relaxing neck. It traced her feminine chin as if savoring her pretty features, her moans free to echo.
The whispers aided Darmi’s discomfort greatly. Vaecath had offered no mercy, for she felt the tentacle growing thicker and thicker with every inch. She knew she’d scream without the calming echoes inside her mind, replacing pain with an exquisite ecstasy that made her tremble. Slithering deeper, deeper, deeper, she began to worry, only to groan as it pulled back, then pushed forward, finally beginning to thrust.
“Ohh…Vaecath…” Aifa basked in the otherworldly feeling of the many tentacles tormenting her body. “Breed me…”
The black mass before her swirled with delight at her words. Still holding Irima’s belly as he pounded into her greedy cunny, Vaecath writhed, his urges boiling. His offspring grew inside a gorgeous female. Another waited for his seed, her fertile body ready to be impregnated. A third moaned as he explored her tight rump, his offspring positioned to cum inside her.
“Get me pregnant…” Aifa demanded, feeling a tentacle play between her fingers. “Make my belly swell with your child again…ahh…as hers does…”
Wair watched his captor nod towards his daughter. Begging, moaning, seizing in an orgasm she had long grown addicted to, his daughter’s pregnant form had entirely surrendered to the tentacle thrusting inside her. He groaned, pressing against the bars of the cage, his desperate erection throbbing as hatred burned upon his face.
Darmi found his gaze through her bliss. His hatred churned her stomach more than the tentacle in her rump. Biting her lip, knowing he deserved to suffer, she sighed. “Vaecath…mercy…”
Knowing her intentions without words, Vaecath obeyed. A tentacle found the prisoner’s cock sticking through his cage, coiling around the base, dragging upward in a slow motion. A single stroke was his mercy, Vaecath’s attention fully upon the fertile beauties on display.
Wair groaned into his gag at the brief yet bizarre sensation, panic rising the moment it was gone. What remained, however, was more than he had been granted in months. Drenched in slime, every inch of his cock tingled, making his manhood ache.
Darmi tried to scowl, disliking how her hatred had faltered, yet relaxing further as her guilt subtly diminished. She felt the tiny tentacles inside her, exploring to the deepest reaches of her tight body. “Ayaalag…cum inside me…you may get me pregnant…”
The wet echoes of slime continued all around as they were used, their moans reaching the distant height of the colossal dome high above. Aifa was certain they had awoken the others, caring little, ready to be made a mother once more. “Give me a baby! Impregnate me…ahh…Vaecath!”
The tentacle holding Irima’s leg dragged her onto her back, another forcing her thighs far apart. Wair was granted a full view as the tentacle pumped wildly into his daughter. Long had he ached, throbbed, craved. The slime tingled upon his shaft, more stimulation than he had tasted in months. The sight of her pregnant swell was a reminder of the disgusting creature that grew inside her, a creature that stole his blood, his abomination of a grandchild. He wanted to scream with rage. He wanted to break free and cut his captors to pieces. He wanted to cum. Twitching, unable to endure any more, he pressed hard against the bars of the cage as his cock began to spit, eyes clenched in shame.
Darmi watched him cum. She wanted to laugh, to ridicule him for failing his daughter, yet the words she thought to hurl tasted sour upon her tongue. Instead, she merely closed her eyes to enjoy the writhing sensations inside her, rocking her body with pleasure.
“Breed me!” Aifa demanded. Her vagina hungered for his seed. Her fertile body hungered to get pregnant. “Breed me!”
It was Ayaalag who obeyed first, however. Tiny tentacles began to spurt inside Darmi. The girl’s eyes flashed open, trembling, moaning at the sensation of his warmth pouring into her cunny until she found her finish. When the tentacle in her rump began to flood her insides as well, her eyes rolled back as she was lost to ecstasy.
Aifa cried out in victory as she felt Vaecath cum. Back arching, greedily accepting every powerful spurt he offered, she was snatched in the jaws of a powerful climax that shook her body. The whispers in her mind rewarded her, coaxing her pleasure further, consuming her thoughts with a blinding bliss.
Through her pleasure, Darmi managed to find Aifa’s hand. The women squeezed each other’s grasp as they conceived together once more, their fertile bodies ready to serve.
Seed gushed from their loins. Inexperienced, Ayaalag unleashed everything he could muster without restraint, flooding Darmi’s loins and oozing forth with every contraction of her vagina muscles. It formed a puddle between her legs, mixing with the heavy flow of sperm escaping her rump.
Bred, impregnated, seeded, Aifa and Darmi fell limp, basking in the afterglow. Irima leaked just as heavily, a display that shamed her father as Wair rested his head against the bars in defeat.
Aifa took a silent delight in holding Darmi’s hand. When it had gone on long enough, her fingers slipped from the girl’s grasp to cup her used loins, trying to keep as much as she could hold inside.
They’d be mothers once more.
***
It was daybreak when they heard the first cry. At least, the whispers assured Aifa it was morning.
Breaking from their sleep, Aifa and Darmi rushed at the sound, discovering Kifi on her back.
“What is the meaning of-” Aifa stopped as she watched small black tentacles slip from the woman’s loins, pouring forth. Kifi offered a final gasp, a sound of utter bliss as she convulsed in an intense orgasm.
Stunned, her thoughts were shattered by the nearby groan of Faima. She watched the woman clutch at her own breasts, whimpering for mercy, only to scream in a climax as she birthed a monstrosity of her own.
Satisfaction claimed Aifa as she watched the women give birth one by one. The cave filled with a cacophony of moans, slime splashing upon the smooth rock of the ground. Darmi tried to assist where she could, kneeling to offer support before tiny tentacles sent their mothers into a realm of utter euphoria.
Each child that came was a close match to Darmi’s latest offspring, a small mass of black tendrils squirming mindlessly in search of a fertile female moments after they were born. Each had subtle differences that made them unique, yet they paled in comparison to Jynae-bal’s golden appendages and Ayaalag’s deep azure tentacles.
Watching the creatures scramble about the cave, Aifa raised a commanding hand. “Stop!”
Vaecath’s whispers reached out. The beasts froze.
“Come!” Aifa watched as they gathered before her a moment later. She took her time regarding each one, feeling no mind touch her own but for a subtle awareness from each, receiving no names. “Seedlings.” Hadn’t that been what Vaecath called them?
As Darmi tended to the women, she stopped suddenly as the remaining antennae of her head and tail twitched. Turning towards the stairs leading into the tunnel, she felt something approaching. Standing cautiously, she was shocked to see five additional offspring creep into the cave, black tentacles identical to their kin. “The…children from the tribe we ambushed? Now?”
Gathering before their mistress, Vaecath’s whispers oozing through the group, they awaited their commands.
Aifa couldn’t hold back a grin, faced with eleven new children after Darmi’s latest spawn joined the rest. The seedlings regarded her with twitching black tendrils, tips dribbling. “This was no coincidence, was it, Vaecath?”
“The offspring arrive at the proper moment. Seek Synaalag.”
The beast offered no further explanation, sitting in silence. Aifa nearly shivered, as if fate had reached out to brush the back of her neck.
Darmi reached her side, looking for guidance. “We have a home. We have several children and a means to make more. Mistress…what must we do now?”
Aifa’s face hardened as she crouched, a finger reaching out to meet the tip of the closest tentacle. “Eleven is hardly enough to defend ourselves. I seek a homeland in which none may ever harm us.” She regarded the group before her, the decision never in question. “Go. Seek out fertile wombs and plant your seed. You’re small enough to go unseen if you’re careful. Slip between the thighs of women as they sleep and grant them greater gifts than they deserve.” She stood, pointing towards the tunnel. “Go! Spread! Breed me an army and ensure our future!”
The creatures were eager to obey, scurrying towards the tunnel. She unleashed a ravenous horde upon all nearby Cavaries, hungry to claim any fertile womb they found.
Turning towards the unconscious women littering the cave, she smiled once more, an unnatural sight upon her lips that offered no mercy. “They served us well, though we’ve only just begun. Vaecath, Jynae-bal, Ayaalag, their wombs lay empty and ready once more. Have your fill.”
As Aifa heard dripping tentacles squirming with desire, she allowed a silent breath of relief. Her plans had borne fruit. No longer did they hide in holes, hoping to survive the night. No longer could a single attack end her purpose. Onaalag and her bloodline had blossomed, spreading, growing.
Determination seized her gaze, for never would she stop until her children were safe. Never would she stop until the horrid world could do them no harm.
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