Vaid Empire: Mother of Tentacles
Chapter 22
50th of Silla, 766 BVE.
The Holy City of Aslyd.
Though shattered doors, Aifa entered the tomb of all she had been. The cave was silent as she lingered near the doorway, beholding the dark place that had been her end, and her rebirth.
Peering down at the shattered doors of heavy stone that now lay as rubble, she remembered the day she had been ushered to her doom. She had been brought as a helpless sacrifice, locked inside. Now she stood among the ruins of the doors as a conqueror.
Still she could feel the whispers of the chaos above as the city’s fall was all but complete. The horrid day of her victory neared its end, though tentacles continued to find citizens cowering in hidden places several hours later. She tried to block the sensation out, seeking to be alone as she took a step deeper into the vast cave.
It had been her home for more than half of a year as she had lived in Onaalag’s grasp. The air was alive with memory, though only death loomed before her. She beheld the dark mass in the darkness ahead. Cold and dead, the great Onaalag was a ruined hill of decay and ash in the center of the expansive cave.
She knelt before the corpse of her lost master. If she had hoped to find answers where her journey had begun, she was met only with silence.
A hand reached down to touch a burned tentacle. It turned to ash in her grasp, blackened dust pouring through her fingers.
“Onaalag,” Aifa whispered. “I live.”
The words were little more than a breath of life inside a dead tomb. They were her vengeance for all she had lost, her defiance against the wrath of a cruel world. Yet despite her victory, she felt a tear trickle down her cheek. She wiped it away.
For a moment she wondered if Darmi had felt the same when the girl had confronted her own past. Alone among the dead, she felt cold.
“Your legacy lives. I’ve seized a homeland for our blood.”
There had to be a reason for her suffering. There must be a purpose to all her loss and pain.
“Is this what you wanted? Was this your plan?” she whispered. “Is this Synaalag, or is there another distant dream I must touch?”
No response came. Even the whispers in her mind were distant echos from her children, holding none of Onaalag’s voice. No hint of her master’s wisdom remained. She bowed her head, closing her eyes to endure the silence. When she stood, she rose as a conqueror once more.
“Whoever Synaalag is, whatever it is, I shall find it.” She took a final look at the ruins before her with a thought of her mother. “The day of the Cavaries has ended. Let the era of my children reign eternally atop their corpses.”
Marching towards the shattered doors, she paused for only a moment to glance back at the past.
“Goodbye, my love.”
The word brought her no joy. Without Darmi at her side, she ascended the steps alone.
Twice she had descended into the deep tunnel, though only once had she risen from the darkness below. Emerging into the central ziggurat, Aifa marched to the throne room.
The trio welcomed her with the grisly sight she had commanded. There, hanging behind the black throne of Aslyd, the ruined remains of Audir hung. Arms parted above his head, nails had been driven by tentacles through the corpse’s wrists and ankles and into the dark stone behind.
She didn’t need to guess what Darmi would have said about such brutality, though Aifa eyed the macabre decoration of her fallen enemy with the smallest hint of a rare smile. The man had attempted to slay everything she cared for. Now he hung upon a wall, his glowing blue Cavari blood dripping heavily upon the black throne below. She’d shed no tears for her foe.
Aifa touched the armrest of the throne. The dark stone felt pleasantly cool against her crimson skin. Never had she desired to rule over her own kind. Instead, she’d guide her children in their newfound safety. Their homeland would rise beneath the command of their matriarch, The Red Vessel, The Mother of Tentacles. The Mistress of The Apocalypse.
Sitting down, she claimed the throne of the man that had doomed her.
“Bring them in.”
Unspoken words would have sufficed, for her thoughts summoned them all the same. Seedlings began to pour into the chamber, squirming against the walls as they made room for the captives. Long had the young women been held inside the ziggurat, untouched as per Aifa’s wishes. She would watch the first moment they tasted their true defeat, and not a moment sooner than she desired.
Squirming in the constricting grasp of the swarm, Sarui, Pirmi, and Rafi were ushered into the throne room against their wills. Their legs were tightly bound together with their arms against their sides, and tentacles remained wrapped around their mouths to muffle their cries as they were carried forth to meet their fates. Gima was dragged behind, though she was held back, for the head priestess was of far less interest.
“The spawn of my enemy. No doubt your fathers had hoped to spare you of the fate they wrought,” Aifa said from atop the throne.
Pirmi met their captor with a fierce glare as her companions squirmed.
“Ah, this one has fire in her eyes.” Aifa regarded her with bitter amusement as the blood of the young woman’s father dripped upon her shoulders. Through Vaecath, she could sense their paternal bonds linking to her dead enemies. “Audir taught you to be brave. He taught me a lesson in survival, and thus, here I sit. Let us see what you have learned.”
The colorful trio of tentacles had managed to squeeze through the ziggurat’s entrance, though Vaecath had long grown too large. His black tentacles slithered through the corridors and into the chamber from outside instead. As they wrapped around Pirmi, Rafi cried out for her sister into the tentacle wrapped around her mouth.
Squirming, Pirmi fought as the seedling relinquished its hold upon her to Vaecath, assisting the elder beast as they forced her legs apart together. Her body was held in the air, presenting her exposed loins to the woman that held her fate in her grasp.
Despite all that had occurred, Aifa was not so bitter as to deny that vile Audir had sired desirable daughters. She drank in the sight of her helpless prey, savoring her victory with a bitter taste upon her tongue.
As a tentacle slithered up the young woman’s leg, the other captives struggled in their slimy bindings. Sarui thrashed, and though she shook with fear, she used the last of her bravery to scream with fury into her gag.
Solid blue eyes glanced over at the girl without mercy. A silent command halted the tentacle as Aifa regarded the frantic girl. Daughter of The Knowledge Holder, she commanded the seedling to drag her forth. Just as she had stood helpless before Mauron’s throne, so too was Sarui presented.
“You disgusting…monster! Murderer of a city!” Sarui screamed as the tentacle was permitted to leave her mouth. Through her trembling, she unleashed every ounce of her anger upon the woman that had destroyed all she had ever known. “I’LL KILL YOU!”
“Your father sealed the fate of this city the moment he sent me to my doom.” Aifa eased back upon the throne, reveling in the girl’s ire with a sneer. She could feel her mind as Vaecath’s whispers echoed softly. Her thoughts, her memories, the beast’s unseen tendrils slithered through her being.
Sarui yelped as she too was snatched in Vaecath’s grasp, followed by Rafi. Their legs were forced apart, ensuring they understood just how helpless their situation was as they could do nothing to protect themselves.
“A spoiled girl tried to play hero, only to fail,” Aifa said as Vaecath tasted the girl’s thoughts. “You believed you could save them? A shame. Now learn what it means to be helpless before a throne.”
The twins were dragged together, their bodies pressed close while Rafi was forced atop Pirmi. Hanging in the air together, their combined struggle was nothing against Vaecath’s strength as his tentacles slithered up their parted thighs.
Sarui could only watch in horror as tentacles brushed against the lower lips of their prey. The sight before her was a double-edged blade, both a glimpse of her own approaching fate, and the result of her failure to lead them to safety. With a gasp of shocked disgust, she heard the whines of the twins as they were violated, watching the slimy appendages wiggle into the tight loins of the women she failed.
Hardly could Aifa deny her satisfaction, feeling a dampness gathering between her crimson thighs as she watched the daughters of Audir struggle. Her enemy had taught them well, for even as they were penetrated, a fierceness remained in their gazes.
Every thrust brought a wet echo through the chamber as Sarui watched. Even as she trembled, knowing a slimy tentacle of her own would soon slide deep inside her tightness, Sarui clung to her withering bravery like the last of her dying hope. “The Creator will strike you down!” It was a small comfort.
Aifa cared little for such threats. Onaalag had been her god, and now he was no more than ash. She merely let the girl yell impotently as she enjoyed her vengeance, watching the twins squirm in pleasure they did not want.
“You sit there now, though he’ll tear you down! In eight years, he’ll return once more, and he’ll wipe you from existence!” Sarui yelled as if her words would hold back her fear. Always had she been in control. Always had others been playthings to satisfy her lust.
“Seek Synaalag.”
The whisper echoed in Aifa’s mind like a gentle caress. It was a reassuring thing, calming her despite the girl’s threat. “Enough.” With a flick of her hand, a tentacle brushed against her captive’s lips.
It was more than enough to silence her. Sarui tightly closed her mouth as she felt the tentacle pushing against her lips. Though she fought to keep it out, Vaecath’s strength proved far too great. Horrified, she felt the tendril against her tongue, tasting the slimy dripping from its surface as it forced its way down her throat. Gagging, thrashing, she bit down hard, only to feel an echo of pain burst through her head.
“Harm my kin again, and I shall remove your teeth one by one.” Aifa didn’t so much as lean forward. The tone of her threat was enough to assure the girl that she’d fulfill her promise.
Knowing a worse fate awaited her if she resisted, Sarui reluctantly swallowed her shame as the tentacle once more slithered down her throat. Violated, humiliated, a small thought of Thuron flashed through her panicked thoughts. Now she was the slave to a cruel mistress.
The twins continued to squirm against each other, forced to watch the pleasure in the other’s gaze as tentacles slid in and out of their vulnerable depths.
Aifa focused upon them, feeling their natures as Vaecath twisted through their minds. “Pirmi? Rafi?” She tasted the names of her enemy’s spawn, plucked from their memories as she watched them struggle. “You both tried to be brave for your father. Did you know he was a vile man? Did you know he tried to kill my children?”
Pirmi cried out with fury into the tentacle covering her mouth.
“The warrior speaks. Did you hope to make him proud?” Aifa chuckled without humor. “Show him your worth now. Show Audir how long his daughters can endure.”
A hard thrust sank both tentacles deep into their vaginas simultaneously. The slime tingled inside their loins, and Vaecath’s whispers twisted their pleasure into a weapon of torture. Minds manipulated, Pirmi was forced to watch as her sister began to tremble in the grasp of an orgasm that seized her body.
Their pleasure should have been equal. Every movement of their tormenting tentacles was mirrored inside the other. Yet identical twins held differing minds, and thus, Aifa would deliver opposite punishments.
Tentacles pumping in and out, it didn’t take long until Rafi once again began to shake. Pirmi felt her sister’s juices squirt, dripping down to coat her own loins as she watched her twin’s second orgasm.
“So proud. So strong. What use is pleasure to a warrior such as yourself?” Aifa asked with a sneer. A hand snuck down her own curves, settling between her thighs as she watched their crimson bodies grow slick with slime. “Yet your sister feels much, doesn’t she? Yes, Vaecath can hear the echoes of her heart, no matter how hard she tries to conceal it. One that feels so much deserves to cum.” A rare smile found her lips, though it was a cruel thing. “And cum, and cum, and…cum.”
Rafi writhed to escape, feeling the approach of her third orgasm, while her sister had yet to find her first.
The whispers held their minds tightly, amplifying their pleasure well beyond what was possible naturally. Even as Pirmi’s rage-filled eyes fluttered, however, Vaecath held her approaching orgasm in the grasp of his unseen tendrils, keeping it just beyond her reach.
Horrified, Sarui felt as if she was lost to a nightmare as she watched the cruelty before her. The tentacle slithering up and down her throat threatened to break her, and only calming whispers held back her panic.
Aifa glanced back at Audir’s corpse as the twins squirmed. She remembered his spear against her throat, finding that no mercy remained in her. No doubt Darmi would have been disgusted with her actions. She blocked out the memory of the girl with a scowl.
Sarui had been spared long enough. Aifa would prove the truth of the last words she had spoken to Mauron. A silent command permitted the colorful trio to approach, for if The Knowledge Holder had sealed her fate, she’d let the products of the path he had placed her upon savor the body of his daughter.
The girl remembered her father’s dagger. As a golden tentacle began to slither up her trembling thigh, she came to understand the terror that had driven him to attack her. A slimy tip brushed her helpless loins. He had tried to spare his firstborn.
A whimper echoed as the tentacle wiggled into Sarui’s lower lips, sinking into her tight loins. Mauron had burned away in the grand brazier. His daughter would bear his sins.
Held back against the far wall, out of mind, Gima struggled until her lips slipped from the hold of the tentacle wrapped loosely around her head. “St…stop! You killed them! You killed them ALL!” She thrashed her head to keep out of the hold of the tentacle for a moment more. “Spare them! Spare the girls! They’ve…done nothing to you!”
The voice caught Aifa’s attention. She regarded the head priestess with a faint flicker of familiarity, recalling her inspection in Aslyd after her capture.
“I was hurt, mistress, and I lashed out. Yet we’ve hurt many that never showed us harm,” Aifa remembered Darmi’s words. She discarded them with a scowl.
“They carry the blood of their fathers, as my children carry mine,” Aifa said. The seedlings dragged Gima before the throne at their matriarch’s will.
Violated moans echoed with every thrust of the golden tentacle into Sarui, joining the wet sounds of the squirming twins.
Gagged once more, the head priestess could do nothing but glare as she was forced to kneel before the bringer of Aslyd’s doom.
“I wanted to live. I merely wanted to survive, yet I was…” Aifa’s words trailed off at a realization, feeling the truth echoing through the whispers. Looking down in disgust, she eyed the woman’s belly. “The vile spawn of Audir? Another grows in you?”
Gima’s eyes widened in shock. Even had her early pregnancy begun to show, how could a stranger possibly know the paternity? She regarded their conqueror like an unholy abomination.
Aifa’s hate simmered anew. Even in death, her enemy lived on in yet another of his offspring. The twins suffered in her grasp. Though the unborn child was beyond her reach, the priestess was not.
“You served his cock.” She knocked Gima’s headdress from atop her head. It crashed to the ground with a metallic clang. Gripping a handful of the bound woman’s hair, she dragged her closer. “Now you’ll serve me or join the corpses of the men outside. I have no use for a womb that is already filled.”
Gima watched her captor’s thighs part as she remained seated upon the bloody throne. With her face forced between the legs of the woman that had destroyed her holy city, she merely glanced up at the hanging corpse as the tentacle freed her mouth. The child in her was strong, conceived with a true warrior’s seed. She had to live. She had to survive and wait for her child’s sake. When at last The Creator returned, they’d have their vengeance.
The tongue of a once proud woman met Aifa’s aching labia, and she eased back upon the throne to enjoy herself.
Squirming, thrashing, the twins fought to escape their opposing fates. Rafi shook with yet another orgasm as it tormented her body, while Pirmi groaned with a deeper need than any she had ever faced.
The whispers twisted Pirmi’s pleasure until she despised it. It tortured her loins with an intensity no natural touch could produce, yet still she could find no relief. Loins throbbing in denial, every thrust hacked against her will like a spear striking her down.
Rafi’s juices dripped, mixing with slime to ooze down to coat her sister’s denied vaginal lips. The feeling offered her twin a hint at the pleasure bursting through her body, a pleasure she tried to claw herself free from. A moan was all she could offer, a muffled plea for mercy as she approached yet another orgasm. She dreaded the impending intensity. The coming ecstasy was a wave she could not survive. After all her training, she couldn’t help but whimper a moment before her body began to seize, crushed in the grip of a climax that would destroy her.
Pirmi could do nothing to save her sister as she watched her eyes roll back. The orgasm coursed through her body for FAR longer than any natural climax, and she watched as a combination of saliva and slime drooled from her twin’s covered lips to fall upon her own face.
Envy, frustration, every emotion filled Pirmi with disgust at herself, hardly able to endure the aching need of her loins. Minute after minute tested her restraint, pushed well beyond the brink of a climax, though unable to experience the imminent release her body promised.
Beside them, Sarui cried out as a blue tentacle prodded against her rump. Choking upon the appendage down her throat, her scream was muffled as Ayaalag’s tentacle slithered inside her rear.
Aifa savored the sight, holding Gima tightly between her thighs as she was pleasured. Her hips began to grind against the priestess’s lips, demanding more. Her children were safe. Never again would a Cavari threaten to destroy them. They would secure the fallen city as the foundation of their new homeland, one she had promised, and one she had now delivered.
“Mistress, have you ever wondered if we are in the wrong? Have you ever questioned if we hold the right to punish the world?”
Once more a memory of Darmi’s words poisoned her victory. With a scowl, she wrapped her legs tightly around Gima’s head.
Sarui had craved to be special, to stand above all others. Instead, she was nothing more than a toy in the grasp of abominations, squirming in terror as she watched crimson tentacles wiggling their way to join their kin. With both holes filled to their limit, she screamed, throwing her head back as the new tentacles forced their way inside. Gold and red slid in and out of her vagina, while blue and red pumped rhythmically together inside her rump. Four below, one in her mouth, she felt as if they’d tear her apart.
Aifa watched without mercy. Spoiled and coddled before her fall, the girl’s fate would not be a gentle one.
Hardly did Rafi know anything but the agonizing pleasure of her unceasing orgasms, writhing as her mind was held together solely by Vaecath’s whispers. With every passing minute, Pirmi watched as her sister was lost entirely to an ecstasy she craved more than any other, as if watching another gorge themselves while she starved.
Tentacles wrapped around Sarui’s head. They blocked her sight, sparing her the sight of her failure, though banishing her to a darkness in which her only sensation was the tentacles pounding in and out of her body.
“They will get…ah…you pregnant,” Aifa taunted her writhing prey as she savored Gima’s tongue. “Mauron and Audir sought to exterminate my children. Instead…ah…the wombs of their daughters shall birth countless more.” She peered up at the corpse behind her. “What would you say, Audir…ah…when faced with grandchildren that hold the blood of abominations?”
As the ruined corpse watched with a dead eye as his daughters squirmed in the grasp of tentacles he had sought to slay, she received no answer. The silence of his bloody lips was more than enough to please her.
“I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore.”
If no one still stood to threaten her, Darmi’s words were all that remained to harm her. Aifa’s face hardened as the memory echoed in her head to wash away her satisfaction. With a bitter scowl, she yanked Gima’s hair closer.
Audir had made Pirmi a warrior. Despite her agonizing need and denial, despite every passing minute that felt like an eternity, she clung to the strength he had instilled in her to endure. When more than an hour had passed, however, she was little more than a whimpering mess.
The minds of the twins were but shattered remnants in the unseen grasp of Vaecath. Rafi thought of nothing more than an end to her orgasms. Pirmi was consumed with the need for a release of even one. Mirrors of torment, opposites, the twins were reduced to quivering flesh pressing against each other.
Sarui was pounded and stretched, trembling as she was forced into a deep climax against her will. When at last the tentacles inside her began to spit their seed, her world was awash in the sperm of abominations.
Aifa beheld her victory, watching as seed spewed forth from Sarui’s cunny and rump, gushing forth to spill heavily across the floor of the chamber of her father’s former throne.
A broken warrior sobbed for mercy, and at last she received it. As warm seed pumped to overflow her denied loins, Pirmi was permitted the release she had obsessed over, finding that it was too much. Mind shattering, she was little more than a twitching body as sperm oozed from her womanhood. Rafi collapsed atop her, hanging limply as she was permitted a final orgasm as her overstimulated twat was impregnated with the offspring of the beast her father had sought to slay. Held together, the daughters of Audir submitted to the fate of their wombs.
The sight should have been a triumph. Every ounce of Aifa’s suffering had been avenged, securing the future of her children forever. Beautiful bodies were filled with the seed of her children, spreading her bloodline further as she sensed women falling pregnant throughout the destroyed city.
She had fought to survive. She had won. Yet looking over, she saw where Darmi would have stood at her side.
“Don’t turn your back on me.”
With the memory of her own words, Aifa yanked Gima’s head back, discarding her into the grasp of a seedling. She closed her legs, feeling a tingle left behind without satisfaction. She could not find her finish.
Alone atop the throne, Aifa sighed with a scowl.
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