Seeds of Corruption

"FFFFuckk--" Althea grunted softly, gnawing her bottom lip in delight. The sheer sensation of her monstrous son's fetid, festering cock filled her with utter bliss. And still she could see more of his necrotic, blistered shaft waiting to submerge deeper between her wanton folds. What was not long ago a brilliant beacon of Helestria's light nestled within Althea's heart, now flickered and wavered like waning candlelight. A quiet resistance against this inhumane, incestuous ****. Yet despite the favor of an actual goddess, the fact remained that Althea lay imprisoned here in the stronghold of a demon lord's fanatical cult. The last vestiges of her free will were trapped; frozen and fixated, **** to watch her body surrender to the whims of her own repressed lust and the dark will of Nihilipox. For she now dwelled in his house. This ruinous crypt of salacious decay.

"FFFuuuck...moootherrr," the heir bellowed again. Althea watched that lively, serpentine tongue rip through the ever-knitting flesh of her son's gaunt, animalistic muzzle as if it were wet tissue paper, from one ear to the other. As if simply the act of gazing upon his rod buried in the warm, welcoming depths of the very girl who birthed him was enough pleasure to plump up the heir's rancid cock. Althea felt a quartet of blister's burst along the cramped girth of the heir's enflamed shaft. With only one more push from her son's hips, the young mother felt that spongy, black cockhead prod at the bruised and stretched cervix. This led the bestial offspring to chuckle darkly, and the tenebrous eel swam with glee inside the bileous chest tumor.

"That's it, just a little more..." she heard herself speak, but they were not her words. Though part of Althea knew she was only lying to herself if she believed her own heart to be pure and untarnished. Thoughts of lewd and unsavory things had plagued her in the past, even during her sacramantal schooling, but now it felt as though the priestess was entirely enslaved to her most primal--carnal indulgences. When a particluarly fat blister popped against her sensitive spot at the ceiling of her womanhood, Althea uttered a profane and mewling moan. "Oh, my sweet boy, you're making mommy feel sooo good,~" the priestess spoke the words from the blackest recesses of her soul. The thoughts and impulses came flooding out of the tiniest fissure in her divine connection. A lewd and lurid stain on her otherwise pristine devotion to Helestria's grace. But the pleasure was undeniable. More than just physical bliss, this was a sort of spiritual stimulation. Could this be corruption? The whispy flame of Althea's rationality perceived a shadow spreading inside her soul, like an infection running rampant.

A ragged, raspy breath escaped the heir's rotten, nebulous maw, washing over his mother's face. It bore a mix of the stink of **** and the fragrant flavor of the elixir. That eerily-human blue eye fixated on his mother's tummy. She still hung in his grasp, limp from the overwhelmingly intoxicating tentacle secretions. Though the bestial heir could simply pull his mother down farther, thusly spearing her womb with his cock, he decidedly chose an alternative. Althea's monstrous son took a step back, once more leaving a patch of the vile black mold in its wake. However, the heir also retracted most of his thick, gangrenous breeding tool--an action that brought a feeling of sensual relief and relaxed the tension in the girl's limbs. Unfortunately for Althea, this reprise would be brief. "Moooorrreee..." it groaned and wasted no time swiftly thrusting its rotted hips forward.

Warmth flooded Althea's body, though not from the cold, dead flesh of the rigid cock. No, this was something internal; something clicked. Or perhaps it was more like a celestial alignment. When the thick, pestilent meat of her mutant son's necrotic cock plunged ahead, that spongy, flared cockhead at last breached the ring of the girl's cervix. A nausea of sorts rose in the pits of Althea's soul. This was wrong. Her own offspring had just anchored his breeding tool inside her womb. She should be disgusted--and in part she was--but it felt as though a yearning ached in her very ovaries. It reminded her of a mother welcoming her son home from a long journey. Despite the fact she had only just birthed the wretched abomination within the last hour.

But by the goddess, was it big. In hindsight, Althea thanked fate for providing the ogre as preparation. Surely her son was even more well-endowed than the zombified giantkin, but without that stretching, she might not have survived this ordeal, let alone remain conscious for the sheer hedonistic heresy of it all. The heir shook its mother from her thoughts when it seized one of her swollen breasts in its six-clawed hand. A small squeeze **** a jet of the thick, spoiled milk to spray across her deflated belly. Althea whined and squirmed her thighs closer against her son's sinewy torso, as if trying to wedge the cock even deeper even though the mouldering beast was already at the base of his hefty tool.

"Breed... mother... complete... the cycle," the Heir of Nihilipox growled in its rumbling, hollow, inhuman voice and hoisted her with the tentacles around her waist. As he pulled out, each inch of that veiny, gnarled cock scraped the soft, soaking wet insides of Althea's pussy. Her eyes bulged and her tongue lolled out of the corner of her mouth. And again he thrust, plunging his rotten rod deep again, crashing clear through the neck of her cervix. Though the darkness that stole her voice wanted to respond, there was no part of Althea that could muster more than a whimpering moan of blighted bliss. Her wicked, mutant spawn found its rhythm and began sawing that fat, tainted cock in and out, each plunge popping more blisters and coating her pussy in more and more of the pungent pus. She knew it was revolting, but no one could deny it lubricated that girth of his, making the breeding easier. That familiar warmth radiated through her loins, not unlike a nagging itch. Could this pus have been his pre-cum? The very notion turned her stomach, but that also might have been the arm-sized dick barraging her insides.

His pace began to hasten, and she could feel that firm cock somehow swell again, the veins pulsing with eagerness, and the open sores leaked more and more of the bileous secretions. Gobs of the gooey pre-cum painted the floor beneath them, some even dribbling down the curves of her bare feet. It felt tepid and curdled, like cream left out on the shelf too long. And yet it tingled. It itched. Althea's own son was about to impregnate her. Deep, deep within the confines of her soul, the small and feeble flame sparked and flickered. If she allowed him to cum inside her, she would be forever surrendering part of her soul to this monstrosity of her own creation. But if she fought, was there even any hope?