Bidhara's Blessing of Usurpation

You may have lost the war for the cult’s throne, but you would enjoy winning this particular battle. There she lay before you, legs spread wide and inviting. Her strong hands cup her thighs, supporting them for your viewing pleasure, but still she shows nothing but contempt for you. Another tremble within her tremendous belly causes her breasts to wobble, each resting on either side. With such a sight protruding beneath them, you scarcely even took notice of her full, milk-heavy breasts. Beads of white nourishment gather on her dark green, saucer-sized areola and plump nipples. Each looked fit to burst with the savory cream, but you would have your hands on them in only a moment.

With everyone waiting, you crouch down onto your knees, positioning yourself in front of Shugga’s exposed, puffy pussy. Such an exquisite scent. Ripe and fertile, but mixed with a pinch of your master’s corruption. As inviting as her position felt, you could not help yourself but initiate by placing one hand atop the apex of her engorged tummy. Her hard, outie belly button fills the palm of your hand, and you trace your fingertips along every vein, scar, and stretch mark Shugga earned during her exhausting pregnancy. You also feel something press back against your hand before it sinks deeper into her womb. Fret not, little one, for soon you shall be marked by the Unquenchable Sire.

“Consummate your fealty, Herald of Grevakhnu,” Filistria says in a voice that carries throughout the chamber. It is then that the gathered, hooded figures begin chanting one of the abyssal psalms from the old scrolls. You even hear a few drums thump along in time.

Not a moment to lose, and you take your purple, demonic cock in your free hand, still massaging the taut flesh of her belly with the other. As soon as the tip presses against her plush lips, you feel it. A warmth radiates outward from the base of your cock, filling every inch of your body. You and the beast have become one, and its pleasure is now your pleasure. It would take all of your stamina not to simply shove it in and empty your balls immediately.

Thankfully, her slick, sopping cunt parts easily, and you feel the first few inches of her steamy sex slurp the tip of your cock up. Gnawing, your lip, you glance around the obstacle of her belly, but she still looks as pissed as ever. No matter, you knew just how to make the members of this cult feel unimaginable pleasure. When you try to slide deeper, you notice her tunnel feels tighter than you expected. Perhaps it was the weighty belly pressing down on you, or perhaps it was your newly expanded girth causing the minor obstruction. This thought passes as a shiver of delight runs up your spine. It was as if every nerve in your cock had been amplified tenfold. You could feel every small crease and crevice lining the inside of her canal. Another few inches deeper, and at last Shugga cannot hold back any longer. A soft shudder slips from her lips, and the hardness in her expression has softened, worn away by the unnatural pleasure boiling up inside her womanhood.

After finally bumping up against the barrier of her cervix, you begin pulling the thick length of your cock from her sopping depths. The purple flesh shines with her juices, only further spreading her scent in the air. Delectable. Back in you go, pushing slowly into her depths. You suspect Shugga has not been penetrated since she began gestating whatever wretch she now carried. With a few more repetitions, sawing in and out of her wanton pussy, your cock finally starts loosening up her muscles.

Filistria is leading the chanting, and the drums start to pick up pace. All around the room, the glowing red script begins dimming, growing darker and darker. You can still see everyone, but the light is dim at best. That’s when you feel it. Shugga’s hips have started moving in tandem with your own. Casting a glance to her scarred face, you see her tusked mouth curled into a small “o” with a hazy expression of pleasure. Sweat glistens along her body. At last she understood. You and your new cock are harbingers of decadent, debaucherous delight, and she will never forget that after tonight.

“I do hope you enjoy this, Shugga,” you say between grunting thrusts, your cock delving in and out at the pace of your resting heart. “I wonder how much the others will respect you once I’ve claimed you as my own little whore.” You hear her stifling moans and soft whimpers of indulgence as your demonic cock continues teasing her closer and closer to an orgasmic climax.

“Fu-- angh! Fuck you…” she growls through gritted teeth, but her defiance weakens with each pounding lunge of your abyssal dick. Surely, Bidhara wishes to see his toys melt with pleasure before sullying their wombs. You press each hand to either side of her tremendous, grotesque belly and hold onto it for better leverage. Tipping your inhuman cock up, you feel it drag along the ceiling of her cunt, tickling her most sensitive spots as you would for any of your fortunate partners. But this was different. You wanted her squirming.

With your hands clutching its home, the spawn within began its thrashing again, this time with twice the vigor and hatred. Maybe it knew what you planned for it. In complete contrast, Shugga’s head lolls back, her tusked maw open wide, bellowing lustful moans with no more constraint. You take one of her fat breasts in hand and give it a solid squeeze. Arcs of white spray across the dome of her belly, and you plunge your cock inside her to the hilt, burying your purple, monstrous tip through her cervix. With a last shameless cry, Shugga’s walls clench down on your length as if to drain you of every drop of your master’s wicked seed. You can feel her thick, muscled thighs wrap instinctively around your back, locking you in place. Your abs press hard against the heavy underside of her warm, veiny gravidity.

A dry, throaty moan escapes your lips. White sparks pop in your vision as Bidhara unleashes the seal. You can feel a veritable tide of cum rush through your cock and spew into Shugga’s helpless womb. In that moment, the six dormant nodules wreathing the base of your cock sprout forth into ten-foot-long tentacles as wide as two of your fingers. They thrash about and instantly discharge jets of the same sticky, black ichor that is beginning to visibly bloat Shugga’s belly. Some of the dark seed seeps out from her gaping cunt, smearing between your joined hips.

In your harmonized climax, the red light fully snuffs out, casting the room in darkness blacker than your new, demonic cum. Instantly, the chanting ceases, and the drums fall silent. Shugga shudders again in the quiet of the unlit chamber before unlocking her thick thighs. You fall back out of her womanhood with a wet, splorch. By the dark mother, you could feel puddles of your foul cum absolutely everywhere.

A light broke the darkness, and you can see the altar and your immediate surroundings bathed in a new color… the regal, purple light of Bidhara. Your eyes turn to Shugga, and her hands clutch the sides of her tummy. It thrashes wildly, as if the progeny within seeks escape. Along the underside of the half-orc’s middle, you see a heart-shaped tribal tattoo reminiscent of a womb appear stamped beneath her outie navel. It pulses with the violet light much like the chaos beast had done when your demon prince spoke.

Shugga arcs her back off of the stone slab with a pained expression before it melts into absolute bliss. Whatever stirred within now fell still, and she dropped down to the altar once more with heaving breaths. Now the purple, runic tattoo held a steady glow and was joined by the shapes of six coiled tentacles surrounding it like a fiendish garland of demonic appendages.

“Well done, my champion,” the ominous, echoing voice of Bidhara fills the chamber and the hooded figures drop to their knees in fear and praise. “You have earned my blessing. Go forth as my chosen Usurper of Heirs!” you cover your ears as Bidhara’s laughter rings throughout the room, but a moment later the dull red glow of the underlit runes returns. Shugga still bears the mark, but it has dimmed to look more akin to a tattoo. Slight movement returns to her womb, but it seems peaceful, mirroring Shugga’s smiling afterglow.