Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 7 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg]

**”Playtime is Ogre”**

thud… thud… Footsteps sounded from somewhere beyond the chamber doors. Oh no… Whatever was coming sounded big… and heavy. The pace picked up into a charge. thUD–THUD– SLAM! A huge, bulky figure blitzed through the half-open door, blasting the wood from the hinges in a shower of splinters. Althea turned away, shielding her face. A few scraps of wood bounced off her back and flank, but she remained unharmed. The cacophany passed as quickly as it came, and she found herself huddled in silence– near silence. Wet labored breathing, like the ocean tide, burbled from behind the young cleric. There stood over ten feet of muscle, fat, and sagging, pustulent flesh. Althea had never seen an actual ogre in her life, let alone a zombified ogre. Though it sounded like the thing was breathing, she suspected it was in fact the sound of various gases bubbling and churning inside the thing’s bloated, rotten body.

The blistered orc in the pit paled in sheer grotesque repugnance compared to this unliving ogre. Althea’s head barely came up to the apex of the ogre’s gas-engorged gut. Rips in the flesh revealed coils of maggot-covered viscera and intestines, looped inside the sagging sack of the ogre’s belly like rat-gnawed lengths of rope. Flies buzzed around the slack-jawed giantkin’s tusked maw. It stood with its thick, muscled arms dangling at its sides. Abscesses, welts, and open sores covered every inch of the ogres’ blanched, greenish skin. Bile and pus of all shades of yellow, green and brown streaked down the brute’s bulbous body, giving it a glistening sheen of pungent rot and filth. Its nose had long since rotten away, along with most of the left side of its face. Althea watched a particularly fat, black fly land on the ogre’s cloudy eyeball, and the thing didn’t even blink. But those sickly cataracts stared down at the young cleric with a focused, unholy lust. Despite its horrific appearance, its current position left a very tempting opening through the splintered entrance. Althea took a wary step away from the brute and closer to the doorway. Her blond hair hung in matted clumps around her shoulders, and she breathed as quietly as she could. She noticed she had one of her hands rested atop her belly and recognized it was a motherly, shielding gesture. The thought disgusted her, and she recoiled her arm before taking another step. The ogre lurched, shifting its weight with a heavy, plodding step forward. Such a simple motion sent its incredible bulk and loose flesh wobbling. Patchworks of damnable black mold melded with pockets of pustules and abscesses along the folds of the ogre’s flabby bulk.

A stand-off. Neither the petite, pregnant cleric, nor the fly-shrouded, obese, rotting ogre made a move. Althea feinted to her right before barreling left to the doorway. Unfortunately, the broad-shouldered ogre swiped its muscled, worm-infested arm, effectively clotheslining the poor girl. “No! Wai–ngh!” she cried out before the giantkin cut her off with a thick arm around her throat. And then it pulled her in close, slapping her buttocks against the cushioned seat of his domed, festering belly. Each gnarled vein and spongy patch of mold felt… wrong as it caressed her rump. Headlocked, Althea brought her small fingers to its forearm and clawed in feeble futility for freedom. To the girl’s disgust, the ogre’s tepid, ochre-green flesh tore away in strips like paper machet. By all the gods, this was the worst smell yet. Soured milk that had been left to rot in the stomach of a dead pig for a fortnight. That was the closest thing her cloudy mind could conjure in such vile proximity to its source. And her eyes… those fearful, nauseated blue eyes sunk their gaze when she felt something wet and spongy streak a slimetrail across the sole of her dangling foot.

Barely visible beyond the crest of the ogre’s gut, Althea saw the tip of the monster’s inhuman cock. Aside from the wretched black veins, orange, fluid-filled blisters, and the degree of decomposition, the size alone was equal to Althea’s two hands clasped in prayer. Did… Did it intend to use such an unsightly tool… on her? “No… not again–please! Helestria! Mother goddess, help me!” The priestess cried out as the ogre began sliding her further down the globe of his ulcerous, putrid flesh. She felt the slimy, cool cockhead smear across her calf, like a beast probing for warmth. All the while, the thing in her belly rolled and churned.

Althea thrashed against the decomposing ogre’s unyielding headlock as the brute lowered her toward its girthy, pustulent breeding tool. By the light of the mother, it was enormous. Again it slapped against her leg, vanishing further up the skirt of her tattered, green cult robes. The ogre cock now reached up to her knees, but what dismayed her was the fact that its shaft thickened wider around the middle and base, a veritable stalagmite of rancid fuckmeat. Rot and decay blossomed along its trunk in the form of thick, throbbing black veins and clusters of pulsating blisters that looked like fleshy, orange soap bubbles, filled with more of the corrupt fluids. Althea tried her damndest to clench her legs shut tight, but with barely any effort, the ogre clamped the crook of its elbow tighter around her neck. The young priestess gasped and wheezed, and when her vision grew blurry, she felt the ogre make its move. A gaseous gurgle rose in the towering ogre’s exposed guts, and as if on cue, it bucked its hips upward, jetting a spurt of ichor from one of its many open wounds. The black ooze pooled on the floor at its feet.

*”No, no, no– not that– it’s too big!”* Althea yelped when the ogre’s prick prodded against the underside of her distended tummy. Again she tried to clench her legs, but the abyssal wretch growing in her womb had other plans. Once more she felt it flex its tentacles like the boneless fingers of an alien, splayed hand. By the goddess, she could see several lumps press outward from the bare flesh of her belly. The stretching sensation burned, but it also brought a new sensation. Deep, deep down, Althea felt a pang of pleasure amidst the painful turmoil. A goopy, gutteral groan rose in the ogre’s rotting throat, and it straightened up its hunched posture. The slick, cold cockhead fell away from her feverish flesh, leaving a stain of dark precum in its wake. Could it have heeded her request? Althea scrambled to gain footing on the undead monster’s gas-bloated gut, but her heel slipped, planting her foot ankle-deep in the ogre’s exposed, stinking viscera. Another font of bile sprayed out across the floor, greenish-brown in color. *”Ugh, disgusting,”* she grunted from her chokehold.

Alas, it had not heeded her request, as it again heaved its bulk upward. This time, however, it made its mark. The cold, spongy flesh of the ogre’s inhumanly girthy cock speared Althea’s womanhood, plunging inch after inch of the rigid, undead rod into her depths. *”Noooo-aaaaAAGGHH!”* Althea threw back her head and shrieked. Stinging, hot tears welled in her eyes. Reflexively, she squeezed her tunnel, clamping it down to keep the monster from plunging any deeper, but alas this only caused the numerous blisters lining its shaft to burst inside her. The young priestess felt the tepid, oily discharge leak down her inner thigh. Somehow it made the overall stench worse, and she could only gag at the thought of the foul fluid filling her insides. Althea kicked and groaned, and her foot–the one not stuck inside the ogre’s intestines–grazed the side of the thing’s cock. By Helestria’s light, it wasn’t even halfway inside yet and she could already feel its veiny knob pressing against her cervix.

For a brief moment of respite, the ogre dragged its unliving cock out of her pussy, every nauseating lump and growth scraping against the walls of her canal. But without delay, it slammed itself in again–then out again–then in… battering against the door to her womb. Whatever lay inside seemed eager to be joined by the ogre’s breeding tool, as Althea could actually feel its tentacles tickling her cervix from the inside. When one pressed against the tight ring of flesh and pushed, she felt her stomach do a flip. Such an unusual sensation filled her mind with thoughts of birthing the wretched abomination, igniting a wanton warmth in her loins.

*”Ungh… f-fuck…”* she cursed softly. Althea was not prone to such vulgar language, but the unholy sensations were stirring such new and lurid thoughts in her dizzy mind. Darkness ebbed at the corners of her vision, and the priestess hung limp in the ogre’s arms as its thick meat split her pussy like firewood. Each stretching assault seemed to come easier than the last. The vile brute seemed eager to leave Althea gaping in its wake. Bumps and lumps pressed outward along her belly. It seemed she was not the only one feeling such loathsome bliss. Despite the ever-present pain, it was quickly eclipsed by the mounting pleasure. Althea’s fair face flushed with mounting lust, and her eyes hung half-lidded, lost in the absolute delight of her crammed cunt. Little did she know it was only the beginning.

Something must have come over the ogre, as it took a step back, the first step since impaling the helpless priestess. Then another step shook the zombie ogre’s fleshy bulk. Althea’s focus returned, or at least returned enough to realize her huge, grotesque captor was plodding toward the dreaded, blackstone altar. Was this another ritual? In only three more steps, the ogre stood before the unholy slab, never once letting its cock completely slip free from its warm confines in the young woman’s depths. A dribble of the orange bile dripped onto the stone, and Althea felt the ogre’s chokehold loosen. What could it be planning? Did the ogre even have a single thought in its rotten head?

Still impaled, Althea felt the ogre toss her down onto the stone slab. Its impact on her pregnant belly nearly knocked the wind out of her, but she braced herself against the stone with her newly freed hands. At last, she could finally catch her breath. But the bloated brute wasted no time in resuming its barrage. Bent over the altar, Althea was railed by the lust-addled zombie ogre again and again. By Helestria, it still burned deep inside with every stretch, but from this new angle, she could feel its spongy cockhead scrape against the sensitive ceiling of her pussy, stimulating her G-spot. *”Fuck… why–angh–why won’t it end? Get–urgh–get out of me!”* Althea felt her unborn monstrosity pierce her cervix with two tendrils, prying it apart just enough. And with renewed vigor, the ogre gave one final thrust, hilting itself deep inside her womb.

*”FFFFFUUUUCCKKKK!~”* Althea threw her head back, her eyes rolled back in her head as her tongue lolled out of her mouth. The unholy bliss overwhelmed her senses. Stars and spots popped in her waning tunnel vision, and Althea experienced a leg-shaking climax. The ogre zombie let out a burbling, gutteral growl. An audible slosh could be heard as the brute’s cock swelled and it emptied a tide of cold, corrupt seed deep inside her womb, painting whatever abyssal spawn lay within. *”Angh! So much! Too–too much!”* she squealed like a sow in heat as the brute filled her. In no time at all the inhuman cum had inflated her belly to a full nine months and showed no signs of stopping. Althea clenched her jaw even as a stream of drool trickled out of the corner of her soft lips. She placed a hand to the side of her belly and felt the skin stretch beneath her palm. As if mocking her moment of pain and pleasure, the tentacled thing inside her pressed outward against her navel from the inside. *POP!* With little resistance, her once innie belly button now protruded as a distinct outie. When she surpassed her stretched capacity, the young priestess felt the cold, undead jism bubble out of her abused pussy and pool on the dark stone slab beneath her.

At last, the tide of cum subsided, but not before filling Althea to appear over ten months pregnant. The brute slowly scraped its cock out of her pussy for the final time. Immediately, the backlog of sickly, yellow cum surged out of her gaping cunt. Althea felt like a bloated rag doll when the ogre flipped her onto her back. She lay atop the stone slab, panting weakly, and pressed her trembling hands to either side of her immense middle. She couldn’t even see the skull markings from here, she was so full. As if to further humiliate her, the pressure of her womb caused a sticky belch to rise in her throat. Althea tried to suppress it, but let out a feeble burp. It wasn’t just a burp. She turned her head to the side, and vurped out a jet of the purple worm’s black ichor– along with a quartet of the small, waxy maggots. Revolting…

When the adrenaline and panic began to subside, and shock took hold, Althea again felt her vision blurring. The last thing she saw before slipping into unconsciousness was a pair of cultists enter from the splintered doorway. They approached her with black iron manacles, eyes fixed on her immensely inflated belly, their diseased mouths twisted into sinister grins. And with that, Althea blacked out…

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