No, Althea is bred by her own wretched offspring.

Her fingers trembled. THUMP! It took all of Althea's sapped strength just to raise her arm. THUMP! And each vigorous thrust of her son's abyssal cock send jolts of mind-numbing pleasure throughout her foggy mind. THUMP--THUMP! But at last she places her palm to the side of his face, those shaky fingers tracing along the length of his gaunt, bestial muzzle. Their blue eyes remain locked on one another, his wide with frenzied lust, hers half-lidded in rapturous decadence. THUMP! The hideous heir's hips bucked in perfect rhythm. Like wet, lewd percusion, the sounds of their joined hips clapping together merged with the chorus of animalistic growls and wanton whining to create an oedipal orchestra of sinful synchronicity. THUMP--THUMP--THUMP! Althea's face flushed with the rising carnal crescendo, and let out a hoarse whine as the first of many orgasms rocked her body. True, some of the other abominations had drawn such a response from their own plundering of her maidenhood, but this was different. THUMP! Dark spots popped in her vision, and it felt as though she were sinking into a warm, luxurious bath.

"Mmphh... f-fill me," she struggled to say between the pounding collisions of her folds and her son's mold-speckled groin. The coil around her neck constricted tighter, if only for a moment. Likely an excited reaction, but the heir loosened the grip just as quickly. Althea coughed before locking eyes with her monstrous child again. "Please fill me with your seed," she mewled, running her tongue along her lips. If any remnant of Althea's resistance remained, it lay submerged in that warm bath of ignorance, sealed away for another time. There, in that moment, she was fully devoted to the will of Nihilipox. A fog lingered behind those crystaline sapphire eyes. "I feel so empty, and I want you to make me whole, my darling boy," the young priestess said in an enticing, soft voice. The hand that was not on her son's face now splayed its slender fingers over the center of her flat tummy. "Make mommy's tummy swell with your spawn."

This was all the encouragement that the heir seemed to need. He broke eye contact with his mother, throwing back the length of his gaunt, elk-skull head and snapping his jaw open in a primal howl. Of course, the act ripped open its eternally knitting mouth yet again. As if entering a ferocious rampage, the heir stamped its hooved feet, kicking up a cloud of the dark mold spores gathered where it stood. Althea watched with a modicum of fear as he shook his horned head side-to-side. All of this commotion had also caused his thrusting to halt, but again Althea only experienced a moment's rest. For when he finished his brief tantrum, the Heir of Nihilipox bucked forward and slammed Althea's back against the wall, all but impaling his mother on the full length of the demon's gangrenous, rotten cock. It visibly bulged out the lower half of her abdomen, and she felt it push against the palm she had atop her tummy.

"Fill--with--seed!" the heir growled, his words stringing together more easily than before. He was learning fast. But then he stooped his shoulders, bringing the top of his gaunt muzzle to press against Althea's cheek. From out of the tip of that nebulous snout the blistered black tongue snaked out again, only to drag its sticky, slimy surface across Althea's other cheek. "Fill--with--SPAWN!" he roared. The time had come. An audible churning sound rose from the mold-covered testicles that dangled beneath them. So much vile and virile seed.

As if opening the floodgates, the base of the heir's cock swelled up bigger than ever, the bulge rising toward the tip. For an instant it actually met resistence at her bruised and battered lips, but Althea soon felt the surge of seed squeeze through before at last erupting inside the sanctity of her womb. GLULSHK! A geyser of thick, tepid seed exploded within her, immediately painting the back of her uterus. In harmony, the priestess received another earthshaking orgasm of her own. But it was more than merely a single rope of cum. Althea felt her son's girthy, rotten prick twitch and spasm like a dying fish, each twinge sending another spurt of the thick, sticky seed to join the collective pool of unholy serum that now curdled inside her most intimate depths. SHLURGHL! So much cum! Althea's lust-addled mind spun, her eyes rolling back in her head. The helpless priestess could actually feel the skin of her traumatized tummy rising and stretching beneath her palm. Before long, the bump of the heir's cockhead was buried inside the blister of undead cum that had become Althea's womb. Her toes curled and knees shook with another exalted climax.

By the time he finishes pumping every pent-up ounce of seed into his own mother, the Heir had left her so cum-bloated that she looked near the end of her first trimester. Althea peered up at her demonic bastard son and gave him a weak nod of approval. Even swimming in the foggy bliss of her corrupted mind, Althea was exhausted; utterly spent. Those dark spots broadened into a fuzzy haze before unconsciousness finally claimed the poor priestess. Her goddess could not help her now, for she was trapped in the clutches of Nihilipox. Who knew what horrid fate they held in store for her...