No. The blistered orc fills her with corruption.

Althea heard another groan, and this time it was from the orc behind her. She craned her neck, but before she could fully turn about, the orc’s brutish grip now wrapped around the back of her neck. In one motion it **** her face down into the muck and her ass up in the air.

“No! Please!” she cried as its other hand seized a fistful of her robe’s skirt. Fabric shredded as the undead brute tore it away, revealing her creamy thighs. Her white linen undergarments remained miraculously unharmed and unstained by the foul muck coating everything. It mattered not, as the orc only tore those away as well, casting them into the slime beside them. Their shadows stretched long from the meager broomstick light, but she felt the warm, humid air tickle her exposed womanhood.

“I’m begging you! Don’t do this!” Tears streamed down Althea’s cheeks and she tried to push herself up from the floor, but the vacant-eyed orc clamped his cold grip tighter around the back of her neck. This close to the floor, and the stench of rotten meat overwhelmed her senses. But… there was a part of her that almost… enjoyed it. Enjoyed the degradation. The filth. Althea felt her stomach turn, but still she could not purge the foul ichor from her belly. In that moment, the orc flopped its flaccid, blistered cock down atop the acolyte’s exposed ass, hotdogged between her modest cheeks. It felt cold, lifeless. Worse yet, she felt a seeping wetness coating the corrupted cock.

“Helestria… guide me,” Althea groaned as the undead orc’s rancid musk made her head spin. Was this how her goddess saw fit to end her life? At the hands of this monstrosity? The brute released her neck and clamped both mitts around the girl’s bare waist. What remained of her robes clung to her petite breasts, coated in the viscous rot. Now able to move her head, Althea craned her neck just in time to see the orc pull its hips back. It was lining up its putrid, warty cock with her shaved, unsullied pussy. A **** caught in her throat when she watched one of the larger, darker pustules lining the unliving prick burst and expel a dribble of the familiar black ichor.

“No--” Althea cried out, but it was too late. In one thrust, the orc plunged its cock between her folds, stretching her cunt around its impressive girth. She could feel every lump, every nodule. The blistered shaft retracted momentarily before driving in all the way to the hilt; she felt the orc’s bloated belly slap up against her ass. Pain, oh so much pain. In her anguish, Althea clenched her jaw and tightened her muscles around the abomination’s cock. Unfortunately, that caused every single one of the blisters and pustules to burst inside her vaginal canal. Despite its cold, congealed texture, the foul essence left a strange tingling sensation wherever it touched. Even now, she felt a buzzing in her mouth and throughout both pairs of lips.

“Why… Helestria… save me,” Althea groaned as the orc began sawing in and out. However, something felt different. The debaucherous part of her that enjoyed this, that darkness creeping in the back of her mind, it only seemed to grow stronger. Each pounding slap of the thick meaty tool felt easier than the last. Each thrust felt less and less resistance. A warmth welled in her chest, and her face grew flushed. Still, Althea knew this was wrong.

Althea’s moans of anguish laced with hints of **** pleasure. These were in turn met by the raspy, hollow groans from her unliving partner. Its tempo hastened and she felt one of the blisters adorning its rotten, bloated belly splatter atop her lower back. Its dark contents dripped down the crack of her ass before coalescing upon the monster’s malignant shaft. Just in time for it to slide back in to the hilt, lubricated by Althea’s budding lust and its own rancid precum. At last the orc buried its corrupted cock up against the neck of her womb, its tip finally piercing her deepest recesses.

All at once, it let loose a rattling howl and emptied the contents of its zombified balls inside her. The cold, viscous spunk filled her inner sanctum, quickly reaching full capacity. Althea shuddered, feeling her tummy stretch and bloat beneath the undead’s climax. Still bent over on hands and knees, she propped herself up on one forearm and pressed a hand to her middle. By Helestria, she could feel it expanding. Glancing downward confirmed, as she watched each spasm of the orc’s tool swell her belly inch by inch. Before long, she looked to be in her second trimester of pregnancy. But again, this was a foul and forsaken mockery of her goddess’ grace. A spurt of the vile ichor escaped from her overstuffed cunt, splashing upon the floor, adding to the carpet of rotten scum.

Finally concluded with its purpose, the blistered orc fell backwards into the muck like its worm-laden companion. Althea sat upright, one hand gently stroking the side of her distended gut. The unholy creature that plundered her maidenhood lay still, returned again to a proper corpse. Althea tried to stand, but winced under the pressure and weight of her bloated belly. Her robes were all but ruined by the orc’s tearing and the foul substance now coating most of her body. Even without her burdensome condition, she knew not how she would escape the pit. Althea grasped her glowing walking stick and staggered to her feet.

Now standing and aided better by her light spell, she noticed a crevice in the wall of the pit. The orc would have been too big to fit, but she herself was a petite woman. Though in her current condition, she wondered if her belly would be able to squeeze through the narrow gap. Alone with the two corpses, Althea vied for a most humiliating option. Squatting low while leaning forward, both hands on the stick, she clenched her abdomen, face contorted with determination.

The acolyte felt the pressure lessen as a bucketload of the ichor splashed about her ankles. Again she clenched, and more of the disgusting serum gushed from her abused cunt. With each release rose a familiar tingling pleasure, and the young priestess gnawed at the corner of her lip. Althea prayed for Helestria’s forgiveness as a shiver of delight ran up her spine. Her waistline lessened, the priestess wrapped what remained of her robe’s skirt around the front to mask her exposed and sopping cunt. Tying it in place, she looked again at the gap and strode forward. Yet there, behind her hope and determination lurked the shadow of lust ignited deep in the recesses of her heart and womb. And even still, changes beyond sight or notice now took hold in the most sacred core of Althea’s being.