Vaid Empire: Mother of Tentacles
Chapter 23
20th of Fonic, 766 BVE.
The Ruins of Aslyd.
She could have been The Creator himself, gazing down upon all she had made as she stood atop the central ziggurat. Bathed in the warm breeze of the morning, Aifa studied the ruined streets of Aslyd with satisfaction.
Many of the buildings remained, though already the city had begun to change over the roughly five months of her rule. Black tentacles slithered over black stone structures, filling windows, doorways, and creeping down streets and between alleys. The swarm had infiltrated every crevice of the city until no inch of Aslyd went unexplored.
The scars of her siege lingered below, though seedlings dragged stone and wood to crudely repair the buildings Vaecath had damaged, while others were ripped down for both supplies and to make room for her aims. The city was dotted with new structures forged by tentacles driven by her hand, structures with a single purpose.
Aifa touched her swollen belly, remembering when the trio had spilled their seed inside her together. She could sense the countless other pregnancies progressing below, feeling unborn seedlings developing in conquered wombs through the whispers caressing her mind.
Her own pregnancy, however, felt…odd. Already many of the women that had been forcefully impregnated on the day of Aslyd’s fall had begun to give birth to tentacled children they did not want, yet her own had yet to come. As she caressed herself, she felt hardly more than a gentle stir of the child inside her. For months there had been no hint of movement inside her womb, while she had frequently felt the squirming of unborn tentacles throughout her previous pregnancies. She had almost been able to forget about the child growing inside her until her belly had begun to show. Then the dreams came.
Long had she wondered which of the trio had won her womb. Vaecath’s whispers should have permitted her to sense the father of her child, though instead she had felt a bizarre combination. Resting in a haze of uncertainty regarding the child’s paternity, her confusion had only increased each night, for during the past month, dreams came to her of gold, azure, and crimson tentacles coiling around each other. Their seed spewed inside a dark void, mixing, combining, taking shape into a glowing orb of red light. The orb always sprouted tiny tentacles, and just before she awoke, a deep whisper echoed in the darkness.
“Seek Synaalag.”
Vaecath offered no answers. The trio remained silent despite her demands for an explanation. Aifa was abandoned to simply wait for the child’s birth. So be it. She had turned her attention to the city and let the mystery rest, more than accustomed to enduring the unease of strange visions.
High atop the ziggurat, with the grand brazier extinguished and cold at her back, Aifa loomed over the result of her triumph. When she realized she was alone, her stern expression washed away a subtle smirk.
Aifa descended the steps, lowering herself into the depths of her city. It was time to continue her work.
Holding her pregnant belly, she strolled like a victorious goddess through the streets. Long had the corpses and weapons been cleared away, purging dead Cavaries from her sight. Only the living were of use to her, and she’d stain her attention with no more of her own kind than was necessary.
Seedlings scurried about the streets as they mingled mindlessly. They brushed against her as they passed by, as if beasts drawn to the light of their matriarch. With outstretched hands she caressed their tentacles, feeling the tingle of their slime against her crimson skin.
Only the need for a fertile womb drove her countless children. To spread, to breed, such was their only purpose. When none were available, they wandered about aimlessly through the city, squirming against each other.
She held no concern for what they did. So long as they were safe behind the great walls, they could wander in peace and comfort for a millennium for all Aifa cared. She had fought to provide them a new homeland, and now that it was secured, they could do what they liked, safe from the horrid world.
Emerging into the remnants of the market, Aifa approached Vaecath. None could miss the gargantuan beast looming above all others, though the structure he worked on stood taller still. With the stalls torn to pieces and cleared away, the market was merely an empty square brimming with seedlings. In the center, Vaecath had placed the foundation of his masterpiece.
Seedlings hauled stone at their elder’s command, serving while Vaecath’s countless tentacles carved the colossal statue taking form. As the black beast worked over many days and nights, a monument of his affection rose to stand tall, an enormous depiction of Aifa gripping her spear at her side.
“The created become the creators. Praise The Red Vessel’s service.”
His whispers boomed in her head as Aifa gazed up at the statue. She granted a tentacle a loving caress. Such a project had been of his own will.
Their lives had always been disposable. Their muddy shelters, their huts, their firepits, all traces of the life of a Cavari outside Aslyd’s walls were washed away in time. Their bodies were consumed by predators, and when the last person that remembered them died, it was as if they had never lived. This, however, sealed her into history, a monument to her memory. Aifa had lived.
Though she savored the knowledge that she’d be remembered, she looked at Vaecath for far longer than the statue. There was more than one type of immortality. Her blood ran through his veins, and that of every seedling. Stone would endure, though blood was eternal.
Leaving his side, she continued on. Strolling, she passed building after building, seeing tentacles writhing through the windows. Cavari homes had become little more than nests and dark lairs for her kin.
She reached the largest of the new structures. What she had grown to affectionately call a seeding pit, it was but one of many dotting the city. Larger than the others, it was essentially a wide and shallow hole dug into the ground, stretching across an area that had once held several buildings. Remnants of the demolished structures lined the pit, forging reinforced walls that sloped down to the bottom.
Nearly every inch of the hole was covered by the endless masses of writhing tentacles pushing and squeezing against each other for room until it was impossible to identify where one seedling ended and another began. Vast quantities of sperm spewed forth, wetting the hole and all tentacles inside until a mixture of slime and seed pooled at the wide bottom. It was a raging storm of potent virility, a site of conception and the creation of new life. And the women…
Aifa savored the sight of their suffering. When a female was fertile, she was dragged into the pit. She could see their bodies squirming below, dozens of Cavaries wrapped head to toe by competing tentacles as every orifice was explored. When the seedlings grew too frantic, a captive occasionally…drowned, though she did what she could to limit the loss of valuable wombs. Those that survived the pit were pulled out, their pregnancies guaranteed, and their minds in tatters. After giving birth, they were sent back in to serve once more. If a Cavari woman wasn’t in the process of getting pregnant, or already pregnant, she was of little use to Aifa and her kin.
She stood at the edge of the pit as the seedlings parted to make way. There, among the writhing tentacles and bodies below, she saw the golden form of Jynae-bal among the chaos. Having doubled in size since Aslyd’s fall, the beast was an imposing mass among the lesser creatures.
Just as Jynae-bal finished pumping his seed into an already leaking vagina, she summoned him silently. The beast obeyed, and the seedlings scurried to get out of his way.
Even as she led him without a word, she couldn’t help but note his delay. It was little more than a mere second, though a second, nonetheless. Vaecath always reacted the instant he sensed her commands.
Golden tentacles shimmered in the sun as the beast loomed behind her, creeping along at her back. She led him silently down the street, passing one of the many buildings that housed the breeding slaves. The former women of Aslyd retreated from the crudely barred windows as they saw their conqueror, the destroyer of their lives, each cradling pregnancies. The modified structure could nearly be considered a pen for livestock, rather than a home. Seedlings guarded the only entrance.
As they passed a smaller seeding pit, Aifa found Ayaalag within. Nearly as large as Jynae-bal, the blue mass lumbered to follow. Again, a delay.
Together they strolled towards the grand gates of Aslyd at the far end of the street. Remnants of the scars of Vaecath’s rampage remained as she walked. She could see the damage torn across black stone from colossal tentacles.
Nearing the gate, Aifa lingered a moment. She could sense their approach. A minute later, the grand gates were slowly hauled open by tentacles mindlessly performing their function. Though it wasn’t her intended destination, she wanted to greet her new wombs.
Dozens upon dozens of her strongest seedlings had been sent forth to search the dangerous jungle. Faster than the monstrosities lurking among the trees, they obeyed their matriarch’s commands to seek out every fertile Cavari female that roamed outside their walls. For miles upon miles they spread out, slaughtering the males of any tribe or scavenging group and carrying away their females back to the swarm. In time, the deep jungle would be cleansed of Cavari scum, and every remaining member of Aifa’s species would serve only to birth more of her children.
A thought of Darmi struck her like a dagger. The girl had yet to be found, despite the constantly searching seedlings. Only two options for her fate were possible. Either she was somehow beyond their senses, or dead. Aifa masked a subtle twitch of her stern lips.
Through the open gates she watched as a group of six women were led into the fallen city. Eyes wide with awe and terror, having never seen civilization, they were dragged to meet their doom.
Aifa leered at them as they passed. For an instant she saw her face upon one of the captives. A blink and it was gone. The gates shut at their backs, sealing their fates. Such was the nature of their horrid world, she knew, for the weak fell to the horde.
Wandering seedlings scurried to claim the new flesh. The captives screamed as they were snatched and dragged away towards the seeding pits. Aifa left them to their doom, continuing onward.
Her destination was near the wall. Where a building had once stood, its remains had been cleared away after Vaecath’s tentacles had shattered much of the structure. Now only the cellar remained, lying open to the sky. A net of woven vines had been fastened to replace the ceiling, and Aifa could see the slaves huddled in their crude prison below.
The last living males of Aslyd, less than a dozen remained. They languished in the ground, twitching and shuffling in the cellar pit. Some bumped against each other and the muddy walls mindlessly, while others clawed at shadows none could see. Their crimson skin was splattered with mud, appearing wet after a recent rainfall.
Aifa could take amusement in the female slaves, for at the very least the sight of their feminine bodies stirred her interest despite her hate. The males received only her scorn. A single command would see them exterminated, though alas, she had grown to realize that she required them.
She waved a hand at the pit of males. Jynae-bal understood her silent aims. A golden tentacle snapped a vine, reaching down to snatch a slave and hoist him up and out. A seedling came quickly to repair the damage.
Trembling, the male struggled in the beast’s grasp. Like a wild animal he trashed his head in panic.
“Hush.”
The sound of her voice stopped his struggle. Though continuing to tremble, he peered at his mistress with wild eyes, empty of thought.
Jynae-bal held him as Aifa inspected her prey. The bravest men of Aslyd had been warriors, and they had fallen on the day of their doom. The rest that could carry a spear half-competently had been forced to fight. Some had proved their worth, standing against the swarm until their end, while many had fled, only to be brought down from behind.
The male before her was a young thing, perhaps just having reached the age of maturity. He had been neither a warrior nor one to flee. Scrawny and weak, Aifa could feel what remained of the young man’s memories. Jynae-bal’s whispers revealed a sister trying to hide her younger brother from Audir’s ruthless recruitment. No doubt she was now in the seeding pits.
Looking into his eyes, Aifa saw only fear empty of thought. Did he even remember his lost sister? Did he see her face whenever he managed to grasp at a shattered memory? It mattered little.
All those that had survived the day of Aslyd’s fall had been sensed by seedlings and captured. All females were doomed to serve, and the few remaining males were forced to face Vaecath’s whispers.
The memory of the first time the beast had tried to touch the mind of a male would never leave Aifa’s thoughts. It felt like both yesterday and an eternity ago, remembering the hunter that had bashed his head against a tree to get Vaecath out of his mind while she and Darmi had watched in horror. When the great beast had woven his unseen tendrils into the minds of the survivors of Aslyd, the result had been much the same.
One by one they had been dragged before the beast. One by one their minds had been shattered by his mere touch. It had been an overly long process, exhausting Vaecath each time. Abandoned to madness, the majority had taken their own lives the moment they had the chance. Only those few imprisoned in the cellar pit had refrained, becoming trembling animals with tattered minds.
The boy before her could not speak. No thought sparked behind his maddened eyes. He was merely a body driven by instinct, for only such instincts had been deep enough to survive the destruction of his mind.
“Calm yourself, pet,” Aifa commanded in a deadly tone.
Terrified and trembling, only the sound of her voice distracted from his panic. A female’s voice. Like an insect drawn to light, undamaged instincts sparked inside his wounded head, and she saw his manhood twitch.
With a sneer of disgust, Aifa watched as his empty gaze traveled over her exposed body. In moments, his manhood stood hard before him. She gave the glowing tip an angry flick, seeing him quiver with need.
“You’re luckier than you deserve.” She held her pregnancy, marching away. “Come, Jynae-bal. He shall do.”
The young man’s cock was much larger than average, though she cared only for the seed that rested inside. The pleasure of Sarui and the twins would be of no concern unless it could be used against them.
Hoisting the slave into the air, Aifa’s little breeding pet, Jynae-bal followed his mistress.
They returned to the ziggurat with purpose. Inside waited her aims, another step to secure the future of her children. Hardly could Jynae-bal and Ayaalag fit through the entrance any longer, though they squeezed their squishy and flexible bodies through the corridor with great effort, smearing the black walls with slime that helped to lubricate their entrance. When they emerged into the throne room, they found Cycath already waiting. Pressing together, the trio filled the chamber from floor to ceiling. They squeezed against the far walls to grant the Cavaries as much space as they could manage, forming a cavity in the center of the chamber that was the size of an intimate room.
Surrounded by walls of tentacles, Aifa met her prey.
The male’s wild gaze went wide at the sight before him, for in the center of the chamber, he was met by Sarui, Pirmi, and Rafi, where they continued to suffer in the tormenting grasp of crimson tentacles.
Bound and blind, the girls were oblivious to the arrival of their mistress until Aifa touched Rafi’s flat belly, savoring the feeling of her squirming panic and muffled cries.
Sarui heard the sound through the wet cacophony of writhing tentacles. Dread spread throughout her body, seeping deep to touch her bones. What horror approached now?
She remembered her father’s dagger. Mauron had been right to be afraid. From the moment of her capture, every day had been a torture. Wrapped head to toe in constricting tentacles, arms tight against her sides, she could do nothing to escape whatever cruelty came for her today.
Aifa caressed her captives, savoring the feeling of their bound curves. Though every inch of Sarui was concealed by crimson tentacles squeezing her without mercy, the legs of Audir’s desirable twins were spread far apart, leaving them vulnerable to the cruelty of Cycath’s touch.
Squirming, writhing, the twins whimpered into the tendrils wrapped around their heads for a mercy that would never come, for tentacles flicked up and down frantically between their parted legs, licking between the lips of their helpless loins. Stimulated by tingling slime and the tentacles brushing over their aching buds, they struggled uselessly to escape their torturous pleasure.
A rare smirk crept onto Aifa’s stern features. She watched as Pirmi’s hips bucked in an orgasm the girl didn’t want.
Never had their torment ended. For a full month, Pirmi had been denied, brought repeatedly to the very brink of an orgasm that Vaecath’s whispers held back. Rafi had been forced to climax more times than most would ever experience in the entirety of their lives. The next month, their suffering had switched. Knowing nothing but the consuming desire for any release, Pirmi had been doomed to experience a string of orgasms that seemed never to cease. Overstimulated and fully accustomed to cumming many times an hour, Rafi’s climaxes had come to a sudden stop, punishing a vagina that had drowned in pleasure with a total drought of relief. The next month they switched again, and again, and again, until they were reduced to mere flesh trembling mindlessly.
Aifa beheld her vengeance. Audir’s beloved daughters whimpered, broken, little more than toys she may inflict her wrath upon. Then there was Sarui…
The daughter of The Knowledge Holder had been brutalized. Every hole, every deep crevice had been roughly explored more times than the girl dared to remember. For hours each day she had been overstimulated until she broke. When her addiction to the overwhelming pleasure consumed every aspect of her being, she was tortured by several hours of total denial, driving her to madness each day.
Sarui was gripped by such denial now. Wrapped tightly in crimson tentacles, the powerful ache of her need burned between her clenched thighs. Her body was fully accustomed to constant pleasure. Denied even the smallest touch all day, her loins screamed in agonizing anticipation. Even her eyes and antennae were concealed, banishing her to a darkness that offered no distraction from the intense tingle of the slime drenching her skin that only made her need worse, wanting more than anything to feel it between her legs.
The need for the slimy tentacles to slide into her once more had become an obsession she did not want. It was as if she needed to breathe air when air itself disgusted her to no end. Her existence was a horror, dreading the inevitable return of their writhing touch into her deepest depths, while her body had grown absolutely addicted to the very thing she despised the most.
When she thought of the beast that had grown inside her womb, her disgust nearly overshadowed her need. She had given birth a mere day ago. The memory of the sensation made her thighs clench tighter together, trying to block out the horrid thoughts of tiny tentacles sliding from her twat. Even now she felt a tingle, an echo of the pleasure she had felt during the birth. The feeling made her sick, for that creature had tainted her deepest reaches. Never would she consider it her child.
When she felt Aifa’s hand peel away a tentacle to caress her midriff, Sarui tried to scream for mercy.
“She has recovered well,” Aifa said as she dragged her fingers over the squirming girl’s wet skin. She could sense the girl’s fertility through the whispers. “Let’s begin.”
Sarui trembled in terror and anticipation as she waited, unable to see the male being wrapped in tentacles at her side. She thought only of her loins, craving a single touch that would break her with pleasure, though terrified by the thought of carrying another tentacled abomination in her womb.
Fortunately for her, Aifa held other aims.
Heart pounding, Sarui felt her constricting bondage ease before tentacles coiled around her girly thighs. As her legs were forcefully pulled apart, she felt the smallest hint of air caress her denied lower lips, making her quiver. The tiniest breeze could make her cum.
The tentacle around her head slowly slithered away to reveal her glowing eyes, though it remained tightly around her mouth. Sarui blinked through the slime pouring down her face until she could open them fully, beholding her new purpose. Held before her, the male struggled in his bindings.
“Wretched spawn of Mauron, are you still with us?” Aifa tapped the girl’s head mockingly. “Yes, I sense you are. So be it. Your father sealed the fate of your species when he sent me into Onaalag’s grasp. Now, you’ll seal the future of my children with your womb.”
Sarui squirmed with a whimper. She tried to beg her captor, her new mistress, not to let the tentacles impregnate her again.
“Muffled pleas shall not save you. You hold a greater purpose, along with them.” Aifa glanced back at the twins as they continued to struggle. “You three are young, healthy, and most importantly, fertile.” Her gaze offered no mercy. “I have countless others that shall birth my children. You three will again, though today you’ll share a different fate.”
Sarui watched in fear as the woman that killed her father strolled with a proud sneer towards the male. With his arms bound at his sides and his legs held together by golden tentacles, only his manhood stood free.
The sight of the bound females had only hardened his cock further. It stood heavily before him, twitching. Aifa ran a finger up his length, teasing her helpless prey with disgust. She held no desire for the Cavari shaft that glowed the same blue as her labia, contrasting with his red skin, though the display made Sarui squirm delectably.
“You have seen my children. You have seen the swarm that has torn down your species. Yet I possess a dilemma.” Aifa stepped closer, caressing the girl’s thighs. She savored every twitch and movement of her feminine flesh. “Of all my seedlings, among my vast horde of kin, there isn’t a single womb. In truth…” Aifa bit her lip in annoyance. It was a fact she hated more than any other. “I need your Cavari wombs.”
Sarui’s breaths grew frantic in anticipation and terror as Aifa’s hand slid up her thigh. When a thumb gently caressed her lower lips, her hips bucked as she felt she’d finish at the gentle touch, though the whispers held back her orgasm.
Aifa felt a dampness between her own thighs at the sight, appreciating the artwork that was the female form. Even still, her bitterness remained. “I’d purge you all from my sight. You’re as dangerous as the monsters outside the walls. Yet when the last Cavari is gone, what shall become of my children?” It was a dilemma she had held in the back of her mind for too long, like a spear hanging silently over her head. “My children need to breed. Such is their nature. Without wombs of their own, or any to fill, the swarm shall wither and die off in time.”
Whimpering, the girl was keenly aware of just how helpless she was beneath her captor’s touch, a feeling she despised.
“The survivors of Aslyd shall birth the next generation of my children, and the next, though they too will age and die off in time. When the last Cavari dies, the last of my children shall be born.” She scowled. “That cannot be allowed.”
With a motion of her finger, Jynae-bal brought the bound male closer. The struggling young man hovered at her side.
“I’d birth hundreds for the swarm. Thousands.” Her tone was as firm as metal. “Yet my womb alone shall never be enough.” Brushing the girl’s clit, she glanced at the male. “No, despite all your vile kind has done, I’ll always require your wombs.” Aifa could almost chuckle at the irony if it wasn’t so distasteful.
Frantic mind working quickly, Sarui eyed the young man with dread.
“You’ve birthed a seedling. Now, you’ll birth our future.” Aifa leaned in closer to whisper with a sneer. “This creature is going to breed you. He is going to get you pregnant, and your child shall be among the next generation of obedient wombs to serve my children.” She gripped the girl’s white hair, yanking her face closer. “You Cavaries shall live only because I have need of you. The species shall survive only because you’ll all serve.”
Panic pumped through Sarui’s veins as she glanced at the erection hanging before her, beginning to thrash.
Aifa offered a joyless smirk. “Squirm. Your father sought to slay me while my first was still in my womb. When he failed, he sent men to hunt my children down. I shall not shed a tear for the future of his grandchildren.”
As the tentacles began to maneuver Sarui, she loosed a muffled scream. They rotated her forward, head positioned down and her rump high in the air. With her legs parted wide, the fertile heat between her thighs was offered to her breeder against her will.
Bound and struggling to escape Jynae-bal’s grasp, the male squirmed with a wild gaze. A mindless tool for impregnation, he was moved into place.
“Begin,” Aifa commanded. Retreating a step, she watched as a tentacle guided the man’s cock to press against Sarui’s dripping entrance.
Panicking, peering around frantically for any hope of escape, Sarui could do nothing as she felt the man that would get her pregnant. Her loins tingled at the touch of his cock, betraying her.
When golden tentacles forced the young man forward, his cock sank into her throbbing depths.
Eyes rolling back, her body received all it had craved. The tip of his erection pushed against her cervix, a feeling that threatened to shatter her, yet the whispers held back her release.
Aifa’s lips subtly parted at the sight. The act of creating more vile Cavaries was a horrid thing, though the raw pleasure of breeding sex on display as she forced her playthings to mate stirred a warmth between her thighs.
Like a mindless animal, the male writhed in pleasure. He was permitted no hint of control, for his bound body was maneuvered solely by Jynae-bal’s tentacles. The beast rocked him back and forth as he was held in the air, thrusting his cock into his bound partner.
Sarui wanted to scream. She wanted to break free and cut her captor down. She wanted to rip from the tentacles and slam herself back upon her breeder’s cock until she was bruised inside. Her conflicting emotions dueled like the warriors that had failed to protect her city, driving her to madness as she cursed Aifa, her father, her own body, and the world itself.
Standing at their side, Aifa reached under to hold the girl’s midriff, focusing to sense what the whispers offered. Through them she could feel Sarui’s fertility, her fingers upon a womb that craved to conceive.
The seed of her tentacled children was rivaled by none, always guaranteed to knock up any woman that wasn’t barren. Yet the whispers held their own purpose, manipulating their victim’s wombs just as they did their minds. They could coax a woman’s fertility, summoning her ovulation until the weakest of sperm could defeat her.
As Aifa caressed Sarui, she sensed her enhanced fertility, almost able to feel her body crying out for the young man’s seed. Sexually ripe, she would get pregnant this day.
Every thrust made the girl ache, unable to endure the whispers pulling her lusts to the forefront of her mind. Unseen tentacles dragged her instincts from the depths, fueling them, forcing her desires to boil within her until she could hardly think of anything but a need to get pregnant. Even still, she struggled.
Aifa explored the bound girl as the muffled moans of the twins continued to echo behind, awaiting their turns. She savored every curve of Sarui’s alluring body, fingers gliding over wet crimson skin.
Once more she felt the teeth of envy at her neck. Glancing at the male, she saw the animalistic ecstasy in his gaze as his primal instincts were fulfilled, and she reached down to discover her own juices leaking gently down her thighs. Concealing a soft moan behind her stern expression, Aifa couldn’t help but crave to be in the young man’s place. Her fingers found a twat between her legs, when in truth she had hoped for something else.
Every wet slap echoed softly off the tentacled walls. Aifa saw their pleasure, feeling jealousy tingle between her legs. If only she could sink a cock of her own into the alluring girl, to feel her tightness, to squirt her seed inside her fertile cunt to get her pregnant herself. She sunk her fingers into her soaking lower lips, craving to see the girl’s belly swell.
Sarui found the strength to pull against her bindings. The tentacles proved far stronger. With a whimper, she considered what she had been, feeling utterly defeated. The daughter of The Knowledge Holder had never gone without. Every luxury had been at her fingertips. Exquisite food, a loyal tongue or cock, all had been a mere request away. She had stood atop the world and gazed down at those beneath her, praying to be more, only to fall.
Golden tentacles increased their pace, rocking the man’s body back and forth to thrust his cock faster. Every hard slam against her limit earned an explosion of pleasure, though still she struggled. Her body cried out, no longer hers. Even her thoughts were beyond her control, instincts flashing and sparking to life against her will. Images of her inevitable pregnancy filled her head like gentle whispers, intruders trying to break her will.
She had experienced many skilled lovers. She would have gladly taken the boy’s large cock had he caught her eye when they were both free, though now they were but pets to toy with. A man she didn’t know was about to father her child without free will, little more than an empty husk. She was about to be forced to feel his warm seed fill her womb. Always had she been in control. Now, she felt as helpless as ever.
“Thuron,” she thought to herself, enduring the cock gliding in and out of her soaking depths. Had she ever made the dead slave feel this helpless? He had been her toy to torment. Now what was she? “I’m…sorry…” Despite all she had endured over the past several hours, despite her horror, only now did a tear trickle down her cheek.
Though Aifa drank in the sight, she craved more. Glancing at the twins, she ceased their torment with a thought.
Saved from the tentacles flicking between their lower lips, the daughters of Audir were opposing mirrors. Though Pirmi hung in limp exhaustion in her slimy bindings, visibly relieved that her torturous orgasms had ceased for the moment, Rafi’s hips bucked wildly, maddened with the need for the climax she had been long denied.
A devious smirk crept onto Aifa’s lips. With a wave, the tentacles pulled the girls together. Spread legs met, loins sliding together until their lower lips touched.
Blinded by tentacles, neither knew who their loins brushed against. Rafi wasted no time as she began to rub her lower lips against her sister’s, desperate for the stimulation that promised to bring her climax.
As the wet thrusts continued to echo nearby, the identical vaginas of the twins rubbed together. Pirmi cried out. Already more than overstimulated, the feeling of an unknown lover grinding against her was a torture. Oblivious to her sister’s suffering, Rafi rubbed her loins as hard and as frantically as her bindings would permit as she desperately craved to cum. Sister betrayed sister for a taste of relief, unaware of their incest.
The utterly taboo sight drove Aifa’s fingers as they explored her own pregnant tightness. She watched Sarui’s mating, then the twins, savoring her victory over their vile fathers.
Jynae-bal wielded the young man like a precise tool. An aching cock prepared to breed. With no thoughts behind his eyes but ecstasy, the slave cried out like an animal as he finished.
Bent over and legs spread, Sarui could do nothing to protect herself from his potent seed. Hanging in the grasp of tentacles, she moaned at the feeling of warm sperm pumping into her fertile twat. Finally, mercifully, the whispers shifted inside her mind. With the feeling of being impregnated pulsating through her loins, she was permitted to shatter beneath the weight of her orgasm.
Aifa watched the act of forced mating with bitter satisfaction. Sarui would get pregnant. A new life would be conceived by unwilling beings. The future of her children was ensured once more, though the world would have another Cavari.
Trembling with her eyes rolled back, Sarui was gone. Aifa knew she wouldn’t recover from her pleasure for hours, and thus, she discarded her with a wave. The tentacles pulled the male back to free his cock, while others hoisted Sarui into the air. She hung there limply, upside down to ensure his seed remained pooled against her bruised cervix.
They needed only to wait.
While the male gradually recovered from his finish, Aifa turned her attention to the twins. Rafi continued to rub, unknowingly torturing her sister.
Minute after minute she watched with fingers frantically working between her legs. Just as fruitlessly as Rafi’s hope that the stimulation would push her over the edge, Aifa too found little relief. After an hour, she bit her lip in frustration, for her own climaxes had become a rare event these past months.
Finally, the boy was more than ready. Images of impregnation were whispered into his empty head, making his cock twitch with a wild obsession.
Pirmi thought she was saved when her sister was pulled away. She was mistaken. Maneuvered onto her back in the air with parted legs, she cried out when she felt Jynae-bal force the male forward, guiding his cock inside.
Denied once more, Rafi begged with muffled cries until Aifa’s hand crept up her thigh. As Pirmi was forcefully bred, their mistress unleashed her pent-up lusts.
Fingers found their way easily into Rafi’s dripping sex. An experienced touch made her moan, only to find that an absence of stimulation may have been more merciful. Aifa knew exactly where to strike, coaxing her pleasure to make the girl’s hips buck.
Just as the young woman reached her limit, Aifa pulled away. A flurry of frustrated thrusts touched only the air.
It was one thing to be held at the brink of an orgasm indefinitely. To be brought towards one, only for it to slip from her grasp repeatedly was an entirely different torture of frustration. As Aifa edged her without mercy, Rafi screamed.
The male appeared enthralled by Pirmi’s tight twat. Despite having already spilled his seed inside a fertile beauty, it was clear he wanted nothing more in the world than to knock up another. As golden tentacles guided his bound body with a rhythmic precision, it didn’t take long before he cried out once more.
Aifa watched as a grandchild of Audir was sired, tainting her enjoyment. Only Pirmi’s agony as she was forced into a final torturous orgasm brought her satisfaction. She was hung up beside Sarui, merely another womb to serve Aifa’s aims.
Once more they waited. Once more an hour passed as Aifa tormented her prey.
Rafi was a broken thing, shamelessly obsessed only with her denied release. As Aifa edged her a final time, she thrashed wildly as her finish escaped her grasp.
The male was brought forth, and their mistress decided to offer him a tiny reward. He was pushed against Rafi, and together they were wrapped in tentacles. Chests touching, forcing her legs around his waist as his cock entered her cunny, the tentacles loosened around his hips. For the first time, the breeding pet was permitted to thrust on his own. He humped like a mindless animal seeking only to fill his mate.
When he finished, Rafi received her mercy, though it was far from gentle. The whispers shifted, tearing a climax from her that was more intense than anything she could handle. Convulsing, she went limp in her bindings as Cavari sperm filled her fertile twat.
When at last her aims were finished, Aifa beheld her work. Three Cavari females hung together, waiting for their pregnancies to take hold. If they birthed daughters, they’d grow up to serve as loyal wombs to birth new generations of Aifa’s children. If they produced sons, they’d be made into mindless breeding pets, their only purpose to produce seed and spill it inside fertile females.
With Aifa’s distasteful deed done, she gazed down at the vaginal juices upon her fingers. Still she had yet to cum.
Despite her victory, her vengeance, her triumph, she couldn’t help but remain…unsatisfied.
As she looked to her side, she felt an absence, alone once more.
***
Night fell upon the ruined city, and The Mother of Tentacles moaned. It was a low sound, holding little pleasure.
“It’s…coming…” she groaned, holding her pregnant belly.
Outside the ziggurat, she gradually climbed the countless steps leading to the top. She had felt it approaching for quite a while, an instinct warning her that something was…wrong.
Fearfully silent as seedlings followed up the steps behind, Gima assisted her new mistress to the top. The head priestess eyed her vulnerable captor with temptation, knowing a shove would send her toppling down the stone steps, though the many punishments for betrayal slithered at her heels.
Once more Aifa groaned. The child in her womb offered no movement, lying still.
She should have been enthralled that her latest child was finally arriving. It should have been a joyous event, knowing the pleasure to follow. As she climbed the steps, however, she felt no hint of the typical pleasure that accompanied her previous births.
It’d be a simple thing to give birth inside. She could have rested. Instead, urgency drove her to the top of the ziggurat, feeling dread at her back.
Closing her eyes, she saw the vision of the trio’s seed combining. It whispered through her head.
“Seek Synaalag.”
Was this it? Was this Synaalag?
She couldn’t be certain. The whispers echoed softly inside her head, though her doubts remained.
Something was wrong.
Glancing back, she saw Vaecath below. For a moment she couldn’t help but feel afraid. What was happening? She looked over, wishing she’d find Darmi waiting at her side. She wished she could grab the girl’s hand, to squeeze it tight. Instead, her hand clenched into a fist, alone. She was being weak.
Beneath the black void of night, Aifa reached the top. High above the ruined city, she fell to her knees when she became unsteady.
Gima tried to take her hand, though she batted it away. She stepped back to watch her mistress squat, hearing her groans.
Atop the world, limp tentacles pushed from her loins.
The birth brought her no pleasure. She felt an emptiness fill her womb, hearing a wet slap as the tentacled child fell to the stone floor. Hardly did she need to look down to know the truth.
Silent and still, the child was dead.
Aifa peered down at the puddle beneath her. Malformed tentacles rested in a limp heap. As black as the void, the red tips of its tentacles seemed to glow faintly in the night, fading with every passing moment.
“Seek Synaalag.”
Closing her eyes to mourn, Aifa saw a vision of the pregnant human. The stranger’s glowing silver eyes peered into her soul with mercy.
Carefully, she scooped up the small abomination.
As if the world was watching, as if The Creator himself looked down upon her, she lifted it high into the night sky, uttering a grieving wail.
“The Red Vessel, the first. The Silver Womb, the last. An artist emerges, a creation made a God.”
“I don’t understand…” she muttered softly as tears trickled down her cheeks. What more could she possibly give? “I don’t understand…”
“The Silver Vessel waits after the end. Find her in the darkness.”
Aifa cradled the malformed child in her arms.
“Seek Synaalag.”
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