She casts a spell, but something goes wrong...

Althea clutched her belly, not to shelter the monstrous thing inside, but to squeeze down on her burdensome dome of flesh and suppress the arrival of the demon lord's spawn... her baby. No, there was no time to dwell on that now. Helestria's light burned bright within Althea's heart, and the time to act was now. She turned inward and tapped into that well of warm light within. "Mother goddess, may your light shine the path before me and compel undeath to flee." Althea stretched forth her hand and pulses of amber light blossomed in her palm. By raising her hand aloft in thanks to Helestria, she cast the spell--and then pain.

So much pain! Althea doubled over and watched the light in her trembling hand waver, before a serpentine wisp of yellow-green smoke overwhelmed its divine radiance entirely. Synchronized anguish brought Althea back to her knees. Her palm burned like it had been stuck with a hot poker, and the rippling contractions returned exponentially worse. Splosh! And then a warm wetness pooled beneath Althea's bare backside and between her thighs. Helestria, no--her water just broke.

"Ha! It haz begun. Exzactly az exzpected," Edgar taunted and folded his arms. Slime-slick larva continued showering his dirty, pale feet as he watched her suffering. Althea leaned back against the invisible wall for support and sat in a low squat as she had instructed dozens of women during her training to be a priestess and a midwife. As much as she wished to avoid the birth entirely, perhaps getting it over with would be for the best. Perhaps then she would have peace. Breathing, that was the next thing. She took steady, deep breaths and adjusted the position of her hips.

"Ngh!" Althea grunted with the first clear breach of her cervix. Her womanhood had been certainly tested and stretched by the numerous zombies and the ogre, but whatever now descended into her canal still strained at her youthful tightness. And was that a tentacle? Whatever now squirmed inside her certainly didn't feel like anything that a human ought to have--another pang of pain! Althea's brows scrunched together as beads of sweat coated her dirty, stained body. She felt like a pig in squallor, with these men laughing at her maternal grunting. More pressure, and a another appendage spread the taught ring of muscle sealing her womb. This felt like a human baby's arm, at least.

"Come on, girlie, push like you mean it!" Andre barked as he leaned against the wall. Edgar, the only one inside the magic circle with her, now approached and dropped to a knee in front of the crouched, trembling girl. Birthing fluid still dripped from her twitching pussy lips, but this didn't stop Edgar from pressing his cold fingers against her labia. She watched a fly crawl out of his grinning mouth and into one nostril. Then his fingers pushed inside. Wait, no! This wasn't part of the birthing process. But before she could object, Edgar's hand plunged into her womanhood up to the knuckles, and he seized hold of the thrashing tentacle.

"There you are, my prinze," he chortled and began tugging. Another pang of discomfort rocked Althea, and in that moment she felt the weighty bulk of her inhuman child's form descend toward her birthing canal. In-and-out, Althea kept her mind on her breathing even with the vile cultist's fingers inside her. He tugged again, and the pregnant priestess felt an intense pressure building up against the inside of her cervix.

"Angh! W-Wait! Let me just--mmph--let me pusshhhh," Althea groaned as her sweat-slick hair clung to her face and chest. Each breath made her breasts rise and fall, dribbling more of her spoiled milk down her front. When the pain reached its peak and she felt that she might black out from its intensity, there came a distinct pop from her womb. A second tide of birthing fluid splashed between her shaking ankles, and her spawn flopped out of her gaping, abused cunt. "F-fuuuckk..." she cursed, sliding down the wall into a wet, exhausted heap. Her eyes remained closed with the labored breathing, as she refused to open them and see what abomination she had just birthed into the dim light of this dank dungeon.