A mother's touch and a son's desire.

The macabre, bestial creature loomed above its mother. In such a short time it had grown so much. Althea sat speechless as it took a plodding step forward, sprouting a new patch of the tenebrous fungus in its wake. They were alone now, and the priestess feared for her life. Though at some level she knew this thing--her son--would not take her life. She would have scurried further, were she not already back against the wall. Althea turned her head and shut her eyes, awaiting the end. But it did not come. She slowly peeped one eye open, only to find her monstrous child's face mere inches from her own.

"What do you want with me? Please, just leave me be," she murmured softly. It shook its head like a flustered dog and blasted its hot breath through small tears in those ever-melding lips. "Please, I'm not--I don't want to be your mother," she whimpered. At the last word, the beast rose to its full height. Althea could see the bony spines on its back quiver and rattle as it let out a deep, rumbling growl of pleasure.

"MO...THERRR..." it bellowed in a husky, coarse voice that came out partially muffled by its chaotic, shifting mouth. Althea blanched. It could speak. Which meant it could think. This was no mere beast, it had will and purpose. But to what end? As if answering her thoughts, Althea's abominable son whipped forth its six, serpentine appendages. One coiled around each of her limbs at the elbows and knees, another around her waist, and the last around her throat. In harmony the rope-like tentacles hoisted her from the cold cell floor. She did fight it for a moment, but the moment its tentacle mucus touched her skin, she felt a flush of heat flood her body. Could the sticky, foul-smelling stuff be some sort of aphrodisiac? Thoughts clouded as passions took hold. The Heir held her aloft before him. Althea now hung suspended in her son's iron grip, powerless to the beast's fermented desires.

"No... I can't. No more..." Althea said in soft, breathy voices as the thick tendril continued coiling around her neck. "Please stop," she shivered. The new mother put up little fight at this point. Her body hung suspended above the floor, and her son reeled her closer in. The skull-faced abomination split its nearly nonexistent mouth again and let its hot breath wash over her face.

"More... No stop..." it growled before letting out a rattling, dark laugh. A black tongue laden with pustules and blisters slithered out of its long, bony snout and slathered her cheek in its rotten saliva. Just like the ooze-slick tendrils, the saliva electrified her skin, sending a **** shudder throughout her bound body. Althea parted her lips and moaned softly, her blonde brows woven in unwanted yearning. Seeing its mother's soft mouth so open and inviting, the inhuman Heir of Nihilipox plunged its thick, lengthy tongue between its mother's plush lips.

The vile-looking tongue tasted exactly like the divine elixir; sweet and sublime. But this was wrong. Not only was this creature unspeakably evil, it was her own son. She couldn't enjoy such blighted, sinful indulgences--she shouldn't... but it felt so. Damn. Incredible! After so long, after so much resistance, Althea at last surrendered to the madness and the pleasure. The priestess loosened her jaw and allowed her towering, undead son to throatfuck her with its seemingly infinite tongue. Deeper it crawled past her lips, painting her insides with the tantalizing aphrodisiac spittle. But the flush of heat was quickly gathering in her nethers, and Althea caught herself struggling against her bonds to squeeze her legs together from the rising itch of sexual tension.

The new mother threw her arms around her half-rotten demonspawn bastard and pulled its horned head closer, letting the abomination's amorphous mouth mash against her own. The sensation of its constantly splitting and fusing lips against her own should have nauseated the girl, but she cared not, even as the endless tongue probed the depths of her throat. Althea drowned her woes in the momentous ecstasy of this dark taboo. And that's when she felt a pressure against her soft, grimy skin. Though Althea had not seen a cock on her son, she now felt the thick girth of a lukewarm shaft pressed against her inner thigh. Pulling her head back far enough to glance down, she bore witness to a lumpy mass of gangrenous flesh. Black-green with rot and corruption, sporting dozens of oozing sores, but rigid as the most determined rigormortis. And fuck was it big. It shared the length and girth of a man's arm. A strong man at that. Althea suspected the hefty breeding tool would only fit thanks to its own rancid suppurations serving as lubrication. But why did she want it so badly?

Althea could not wait any longer. The girl tilted her head back, and her spawn retracted its exploratory tongue. She gasped for air even as strands of thick, sweet drool clung between their faces. How could she have feared such a passionate lover? Was this a mother's love for her son? A woman's love for her man? Althea felt her mind scrambled by the feverish intoxication and an urge for further stimulation. Pressing her palm to the side of the demonspawn's face, just beneath its worm-filled eye, she leaned in close and whispered softly, "Mommy needs you to fuck her senseless."

A burst of incestuous vigor jolted through the abomination's muscled, asymmetrical limbs. It let out a roar that sounded like a mix of a bear growl and a wolf's howl. And in a blur of movement the dank, dingy air rustled through Althea's hair as she was pinned up against the back wall of the cell. As it loomed over her, reeking of its sulfurous, demonic musk, the bestial monstrosity let out ragged, hoarse breaths through the small gaps in its lips. Althea was still bound body and limb in its tentacled grasp, but she felt her left arm come free. With it, she reached out and placed a hand atop the dinner-plate-sized blister on the monster's chest; the strange fluid-filled sac in place of its heart that contained the writhing, squirming black eel. Althea's fingertips traced swirling patterns across the taut and jaundiced flesh of her monstrous son as if teasing a lover. She watched as it sawed its hips up and down, rubbing the underside of its impressive shaft along her abused pussy lips. It still held her up by the thighs, waist, and neck, but her other arm now hung free. "Needs... fuck... mo-mmy..." the thing rumbled into her ear. Althea watched as the Heir of Nihilipox--her darling son--carefully splayed its six claws before pressing its entire palm atop her deflated tummy.

With her other hand, Althea reached down and cupped the bulbous head of her bastard's aroused cock. It was so fucking hard, she could have sworn it was made of wood. But the twitching pulse of heightened arousal at its mother's touch proved otherwise. Her baby boy was a real stallion, and she wanted to feel him inside her. "Put it... put it in me..." What was she saying? This was wrong! But alas, the voice of reason grew softer and more distant in her mind with each passing moment. Althea swallowed hard and licked her lips, feeling more of her rapacious offspring's saliva tingle the lining of her mouth. She continued playing with the head of his cock between her fingers, now bringing both hands down to the top of his shaft. "I need to feel you deep inside... my beautiful boy," Althea felt like a woman possessed.

Yet the son obliged its mother, and she felt the firm cockhead prod against the soft, stretched flesh of her gaping cunt. Zombies, ogres, and countless worms had already violated her. Was this really so wrong by comparison? At least she was willing--at least she thought she was willing... Unfortunately, the time for questioning her actions would have to wait, as she felt the first forceful thrust of her own son's cock spearing her pussy. Less than an hour ago she birthed him into the world, and now he was already finding his way back inside. He filled her so much, but when Althea gazed down at their joined hips, she saw he was barely halfway inside. So. Fucking. BIG!