Bred by Jesus

As soon as the ritual was completed, Clara could feel the difference in her. She could feel the magical tingle and warmth in her abdomen. “Ready to become a dad?” she asked as she lay down in the middle of the ritual circle.

Jesus stepped forward as Clara lifted her pelvis up, and Jesus took his position with his rotting cock rubbing at her folds. “Fuck me, fill me with your rotten cum and oversized maggots and give me your pups.”

Jesus pushed forward as Clara held his cock in line with her cunt. She moaned as he pushed into her. “Yes, God, please breed me,” she begged.

His slimy cock slid into her aroused cunt easily as he pushed forward. With his new size, it stretched her, but she wanted more. She clutched his barrel chest feeling the creatures under his skin squirm as he started to fuck her. As he pushed deeper, she shuddered in orgasm. This is exactly what she desired, to be bred by this undead beast. As she shivered through her orgasm, a large corpse beetle tore its way out of her lover’s skin. It was pearlescent blue and almost the size of her hand. She grabbed it in passion and held it to her jiggling breast. Its mandibles each almost as long as one of her fingers. After several moments, the beetle grabbed her breast, its sickle mandibles digging into her flesh. “Fuck, yes.” She shuddered again.

She watched the beetle bounce with the motion of her breasts as Jesus fucked deeper into her. “God breed me. Fucking breed me, Jesus. Breed me.” She screamed.

She didn’t have to wait long. As soon as Jesus’ cock was pushing against her cervix, he sped his thrusts. Clara grit her teeth as he pounded her, his fast fucking driving her mad as his cock drooled maggots into her cunt. As her tit’s bounced more, the beetle’s grip increased, and she closed her eyes in bliss. The pain, discomfort, and disgust at being bred by a rotting creature all combined to drive her wild.

Then she heard Jesus whimper and knew he was about to cum. “Give it to me, give me your pups,” she begged. As Jesus pushed in deeply and started to cum her eyes rolled back. His cold, thick fetid cum filled her, his maggoty load, and worms and slugs wriggled into her. She saw stars as she came, and her fingers gripped his chest tighter, digging into his soft rotten flesh.

As his cumming abated, she heard a clapping and turned to look at the entrance of the ritual training room.

There, a man stood with a retinue of creatures at his back. Most were undead, but there were half a dozen catthra, four-foot-tall anthropomorphic cats. One was sucking on his cock as he obviously came.

She waited for her orgasm to abate as he continued to clap before asking him. “Who are you?”