Snacking on slug while casting Aether’s union

Clara squirmed with arousal, she wanted nothing more than to go to her knees and suck on Jesus’ cock. Taste his cum and feel the oversized worms, maggots and beetles between her teeth. Then she looked back at where the ingredients were lined up. She was panting as she looked between Jesus and the ingredients for Aether’s union. After several minutes of silence while she still held the wriggling slug she said, “Alright Jesus, your call. Do you want to fuck me now, or should I cast the other ritual?” she asked the undead meat puppet.

Jesus trotted on huge paws to the ingredients and retrieved the first she would need. “You know that means you could, well, will almost guarantee, get me pregnant?” she asked.

Jesus returned to his position in the middle of the circle and Clara nodded, “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said to herself as she tipped out some of the fine powder Jesus had given her. As she walked over towards the rest of the ingredients she looked at the huge slug in her hand and shrugged. She tilted her head back and lifted the slug up to her lips. Slowly she sucked it into her mouth. She avoided chewing, she wanted to feel it slide down her throat, and sucked it in deeply. It tasted disgusting like before, but there was so much more of it.

As she swallowed and felt it slide down her throat in a long jelly like, slimy fashion, she felt herself shudder and warmth running down her legs. She had just squirted while eating a slug.

She moaned and turned to look at Jesus, “Guess I really am disgusting. Eating giant slugs and cumming, and eager to be bread by an undead beast.” She stopped as she went to pick up the next ingredient, “Jesus, if I cast this on you, you could breed me. But if I cast this on me,” she was panting again and felt weak in the legs. She also noticed colours at the edges of her vision.

She didn’t have to say anything more. Jesus calmly walked out from the circle and picked up the next ingredient, using his mouth he started to complete the ritual. “Everything will be able to breed with me,” she said.

Jesus lolled his tongue and trotted to one of the shelves to come back with a siren’s pearl. “Wait? What’s that for?” she asked.

Jesus popped the drool covered gem in her hand before finding the discarded ritual book and, using his tongue, started to flick through the pages. As he did all Clara could think about was him using that huge rotten tongue on her dripping snatch. After a short while, Jesus whined and stepped back from the book.

Clara walked over and looked, “Perpetual fertility?” she said. “This ritual will cause creatures affected by it to continue to ovulate even while pregnant, it was made by a mage many years ago to restore the population of cattle herds which were devastated by blight.” She looked up at Jesus, “You want to combine the spells? So anything will be able to breed me, and they could breed me even if I was already pregnant with another undead creature?”

Her eyes went down to Jesus’ cock again and she shuddered, then she remembered him fucking her while the slug was in her cunt. “Oh my God, I could get pregnant with slugs and undead puppies.”

She read the spell over and saw that she needed to insert the pearl into her cunt. For a moment she wondered what poor mage had to do that with the cows, then she crouched and slowly pushed the siren’s pearl into her cunt, moaning the whole time.

“Let’s do this,” she said, “together.” She leant into Jesus and kissed him, his large rotten tongue barely fitting in her mouth.