The children of Zporaflor

The beast of Zporaflor slithers its way into the ceremonial hall. Its body has grown from all the sexual energy it has feasted on, the large teardrop mushroom now stands waist-high, and the long tendrils now as thick as your wrists have doubled to eight. It moves slowly yet purposefully with Nisa wrapped in its powerful tentacles around her thighs and shoulders, her back aloft its bulbous body. Hissed moans of pleasure fill the chamber as she is carried before the fungal altar, her stomach churning from the life inside. In her wake, the algae-covered cavern glows a pale violet as demonic fluid leaks from her slit and breasts to fall upon the beast and floor.

The two white-eyed thralls stand waiting at either side of the altar while you and Madlen wait for the demonic procession to pass. You lean over and whisper three abyssal words in your new acolyte's ear. "Follow my lead and chant these words. Cease only when I do." You instruct. Medlen's only response is a nod as she watches with fascination.

Having reached the end of its march, the beast stops and slowly lifts Nisa's naked body before the altar of Zporaflor. Rotating the possessed girl to face you, she is gently placed upon the dark large brown mushroom. "Uuuggg..." She moans as violent motion can be seen beneath the flesh of her stomach. "Thank you... my Herald. For gifting me... ggaaa..." Nisa speaks between strained groans. "This blessing. May Grevakhnu... aaahh..." She can get out no more words as the sensations fill her body. You know the time is now.

Kneeling before the fungal alter and Nisa's pregnant body, you begin to speak the dark words of your mistress. Madlen follows your lead and drops to her knees slightly behind you. Her voice stumbles on the words she only just learned but quickly joins yours to form a harmonious chant. As your two voices find unison, the pale violet trail of glowing algae begins to spread across the chamber searching for the walls. Shadows whip across the room in an unnatural order and thick brown vines, stretching from the large mushroom altar out to the walls, form in the algae to splintering its glowing splendor.

"Aaahhhhh..." Nisa cries out, her breath heavy and thick with a mixture of pleasure and pain and more of the demonic liquid pours from her body atop the altar, flowing over its edge to pool on the floor.

Louder you chant, trying to drown out Nisa's wails. The dark brown vines extend further, climbing up the walls and across the ceiling to reconverge above the altar of Zporaflor. You watch as they begin to extend downward to the naked woman and her demonic pregnancy, never faltering in your words. Nisa does not move or fight as the vines wrap themselves around her wrists and arms until she is firmly in their grasp. The tempest of shadows swirls faster around the room to dance along every surface and the air grows thick and warm, filling you with an almost painful lust.

Slowly, the vines lift Nisa by her arms into the air above the dark brown mushroom before you. Her hissing voice cries out with passion as her body jerks slightly. Immediately a flood of violet fluid drains from her womb to drench the altar below. You watch eagerly as a dark brown slime speckled with black rings pushes past the lips of her slit. It stretches her wider than she has ever experienced and her smokey violet eyes are wide with shock. She grits her teeth as she pushes harder and the dark mass slowly crawls its way from between her legs to fall atop the altar she once rested.

"There... are more, my Herald." Her breath is ragged with the strain of birth. "Gggrrhhh..." She pushes again as another brown slime begins to make its exit. More demonic fluid drains from her pussy to help flush her womb. The second slime falls to the altar, followed by a third then a fourth. Soon a fifth and sixth join the clutch, each the size of a bread loaf. They all slither in unison over the edges of the fungal altar to squirm around its base.

Your chanting fades to a whisper as the shadows slow to a crawl. The vines slowly lower Nisa's spent body and return her to the altar as the shadows cease their motion and the light of the algae fades to a dull glow. You silence yourself and approach. The brown slimes crawl like slugs as they clear out of your way. Soon they will feed and grow to serve you, Zporaflor, and the will of Grevakhnu.

Laying your eyes upon Nisa, you see she is a mess of sweat and demonic fluid. "You performed well." You comfort her.

"Then I have pleased you, my Herald?" Her voice is tired.

"Better than I could have hoped." You answer placing a hand on her face to wipe away the ichor.

"Give me but a few days and I will be..." She begins to insist.

"Shhh. Rest now. You have done more than expected." You cut her off. "Soon we will have more thralls and acolytes. One of them can take on the next burden."

"But I only wish to honor you and Grevakhnu." She protests.

"You do my child." Your assurance calms her for now. "You have brought us a wonderful gift from Zporaflor. Now I need you to rest so we can see to the next steps together." You turn to the mindless thralls at your side. "Clean her up and bring her to my bed." You command. "And be careful with her or I will feed you to her children." You watch as the two men carry her from the chamber, leaving you alone with Madlen and her bound sister. The new acolyte still kneeling in her place, silently watching. "Could you feel it?" You ask the robed woman. "The presence of our mistress Zporaflor? Her power?"

"I could Herald. It..." Madlen pauses.

"Go on." You encourage.

"It filled me with..." she pauses, this time to stand and gaze into your eyes. "A desire I have never felt before."