Smite!

Many questions plagued her mind as to how she regained her powers, and why now, but Althea knew this was her chance. Emboldened by her rekindled light, the priestess stretched forth her hand toward Ivan. "By the light of Helestria, be purged in holy fire!" she shouted. The light gathered in her hand blossomed, momentarily blinding her captors. A bolt of white light leapt from Althea's palm and flew clean through Ivan's skull, leaving a smoldering hole in its wake. One down, four to go. The priestess watched the others rub their eyes as she staggered to her feet; an act made all the more difficult by her hunger and heavily-ripened womb. There was a clear path to the door, but she doubted she could outrun all of them in her current state. And so the priestess raised her hand toward the blister-crowned Andre. Alas, before she could cast another spell, Izaac seized hold of her stretched arm. When she tried to gather light in the other hand, that arm was grabbed by Felix. "Let me go, you monsters! Get off of me!"

"Well, I have to hand it to you, girl. I suspected you might try something, but I had no idea you were so powerful," Andre said, looking genuinely impressed. Althea continued struggling against her captors with a zeal yet unseen. "We knew that elixir would restore your divine connection, but it seems you got your fighting spirit back as well," the big man gloated. Like a cornered dog, Althea still refused surrender as she grabbed onto the arms of the men holding her. She opened her mouth and was about to invoke another spell when Andre rushed forward and stuffed a dirty rag into her mouth. Still not the worst taste yet, but it was clearly soaked in unwashed sweat. He then wrapped a strip of cloth around her head, fashioning both pieces into a makeshift gag. "Now, now. I think that's enough trouble for one day. Soon you'll be too exhausted to fight anyway." No sooner than Andre finished speaking, Althea felt a sharp pang in her tummy. The pain wracked her body, and she nearly went limp in the men's arms. This was obviously not the first movement or discomfort she'd endured, but this was different. It felt worse, and it felt lower. And that's when she remembered her training. Althea had just felt her first contraction. "Judging by the look on your face, you know what's coming," Andre bore another yellow smile. "There's a reason you swallowed my spores before drinking that potion. Right now it's all mixing together in that fat belly of yours. We needed juuust enough of your magic intact to usher in the birth of the heir, and a puff of my own 'gift' to help you onto the next stage. Don't worry, girl, you're going to enjoy yourself... eventually."

"Iz it my turn yet?" Edgar grumbled, still blinking hard after the blinding light. Though it could also have been from the fly perched on his eyelid. Andre gave him an affirming nod and stepped away from the pained priestess. He gestured to Izaac and Felix who then turned her around and guided her onto all fours. She stooped on hands and knees like bloated livestock, her spasming belly grazing the tops of her thighs. Rancid milk dripped onto the floor beneath her, pooling on the floorspace between her hands. With the girl in position, Edgar appraoched from behind. She could hear the soft splats of maggots falling to the stone floor in his wake. Now he too unfastened his waistcord.