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Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 10 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg]

**”The Heir of Nihilipox”**

Althea lay there, a feeble mess of grime, sour milk, and birthing fluid. At last the immense pressure in her belly was gone, but in its place she felt the cold, sinking realization that she had entered an unwilling role of motherhood. Spent and exhausted, the young priestess propped herself up on one elbow. Though her stomach still showed a slight distension, she knew it would flatten out eventually. What she was not prepared for, however, was the slimy, lukewarm tentacle of her bastard offspring flopping against the inside of her thigh. The contact made her flinch, but fear and shock seized her body when she finally gazed down upon the awful thing that had brewed within her youthful womb. Read more »

Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 8 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg]

**”Five Guys: Berserkers & Flies”**

A drop of water splashed onto Althea’s cheek. “Huh?” her voice croaked, hoarse from a medley of screaming, dehydration, and worm-laden kisses. She licked her lips, but grimaced at the sour taste. Judging by the cool puddle gathered on the floor beneath her cheek, and the sopping wet green robes clinging to her young, pregnant body, the priestess had been lying unconscious for quite a while. “Where am I now?” she groaned softly and slowly blinked. Darkness. In the nearly nonexistent light, Althea made out the rough surface of unworked stone near her. A wall? And two others. The light seemed to be coming from beneath a heavy wooden door at the opposite end of her small, 15-foot square cell. As if alerted to her awakening, the ripening wretch stirred in her inflated womb. She felt the thing slosh about with a playful energy, as if expressing its giddy enjoyment at the poor girl’s baleful predicament. “Ungh–Stop fussing already,” Althea sought to put it out of her mind, but she discovered that was impossible when she tried to sit up. Despite no longer feeling full of undead ogre cum, Althea’s belly had noticeably grown. By now she looked to be near full-term with twins. Read more »

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. Read more »

Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 6 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg]

**”Vessel of Corruption”**

Althea squirmed and writhed beneath the gaunt fanatic’s touch. The bony fingers held fast. When the four plagued cultists holding Althea’s ankles began chanting in the dark forbidden tongue of demons, the young acolyte darted her frightened gaze amongst them. Whirling like heatless flames, the black light wreathed the woman’s claws, but suddenly the accursed energy plunged into the priestess’ navel. To Althea’s astonishment, she felt no pain. Instead a dull itch spread outward from her belly button. “What? What’s happening to me?!” the young cleric cried out. Craning her neck, she looked down to see the dreaded patchwork of black mold appearing in small spots around her navel. They almost looked like birthmarks, they were so small. But they were there all the same, and there were nine of them. Just like the nine glowing rings around the altar. And in that moment the priestess recalled the association of the number nine with death… Nihilipox, could that be the name of the demon lord of undeath? Though she wanted to delve deeper the memories from her studies in the temple library, another spiking sensation tore her from her thoughts. Read more »

Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 5 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg]

**”The Temple of the Unclean Sire”**

Althea held her staff out ahead and stood as straight as possible. Sucking in her stomach, she began the squeeze through the mysterious crevice. She wasn’t sure whether to be grateful or disgusted by the fact that the smelly, slippery slime lubricated her body just enough to pop through the narrow stone gap. Althea shuddered at the foul essence that coated her body. Blinking a few times, she quickly recognized her new location as some sort of storage room.

The stone walls appeared hand-worked, but the numerous cracks that ran along the surfaces stood out in dark contrast. She held up her glowing stick for a closer look, only to confirm her suspicions. Black mold filled the cracks, though clearly far tamer than the stuff that killed… Fabian and Lorna.

“Goddess forgive me… how could I have forgotten?” she said softly, a tear forming in her eye. Due to the trauma suffered at the hands of the two zombies, she nearly forgot all about her fallen comrades. She briefly bowed her head and closed her eyes in silent prayer. Read more »

Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 4 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg]

**”Baptism of Ichor”**

Althea rested a hand over her heart and sighed softly. She needed strength now more than ever; dawdling would lead only to dwelling. She found an old, dusty broom handle without the brush and used it as a walking stick, helping her avoid any more trips and stumbles. “Luminae,” she murmured, and the head of the walking stick glowed in a soft, pale light. Not quite as effective as a torch, but now she could see that at last the tunnel path crept uphill. The acolyte prayed she would see the light of day again soon and be rid of these awful nightmares. If no one warned the villagers of Sapila about the dangers lurking beneath the mountain, then she feared what disaster loomed on the horizon.

Althea paused her thoughts as a mundane but daunting sight now entered the dim light of her make-shift staff. It looked as though some of the tunnel floor had been dug away, intentionally leaving a darkened pit. Now the only way across the pit was a single wooden beam no shorter than twenty feet in length. The priestess swallowed hard at the thought of falling into the black pit below. Perhaps the fall was meant only to incapacitate? She gingerly approached and held the staff over the pit like a fishing rod. At first she noticed no signs of life, but that changed with the sound of a low, rasping groan. By Helestria’s light, could someone be trapped? Read more »

Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 3 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg]

**”Fungal Folly & Fallen Friends”**

Not a moment after the priestess shrieked, a pair of throwing daggers thudded into the mushroom-laden zombie’s forehead. It let loose another echoing howl before it collapsed, releasing Althea’s ankle. The acolyte darted a glance back and saw Lorna brandishing another three knives between the fingers of one hand. She gave Althea a silent nod before lobbing the next dagger at another stirring corpse. Meanwhile, Fabian brandished his longsword and sliced another fungal undead’s head in half. In that time, two more of the corpses managed to get to their feet and now began shuffling on rigid limbs toward the trio of breathing adventurers.

“We need to get out of here!” Fabian shouted as one of the undead lurched toward him. A tendril of the familiar but foul black bile dribbled at the corner of the zombie’s lips, and its black mold blindfold only distanced the unliving abomination from its former humanity. Lorna ran by and planted a dagger into the grappling undead’s skull like a wooden stake in one maneuver. It fell from Fabian’s arm, but that was when an oily, black vine dropped from the darkness above, coiling about the bald mercenary’s throat. “GHGGKKKHH–” he gagged and dropped his sword, gasping at his throat. Read more »

Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 2 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg]

**”In Sickness and in Wealth”**

Sure enough, Fabian’s expertise paid off. He successfully disabled a tripwire, picked several locks, and navigated the trio around a hidden pit trap. After an hour of careful advancement through the underground tunnels, they came to an abandoned warehouse in a larger chamber with a vaulted ceiling. Lorna wrung her hands with glee at the sight of it, and Fabian cracked his knuckles as he approached the large, iron door.

“What is this place?” Althea asked, giving the large building a once-over. Ignoring her question, Fabian produced his pack of thieves’ tools to once more pick the lock. But this puzzled the acolyte. Clearly the tunnel continues forward, so why was he straying off the path? Lorna peeked down the tunnel before scurrying up beside her bald friend. She brushed a scarlet dreadlock from her face. “Is there something we need in there?” Althea asked, brows knit with concern. Lorna and Fabian gave each other a smile before nodding. Read more »

That time I learned Watching was More Fun… (True Story, MF, rough sex, voyeurism)

Since y’all liked my last true story, I’d figure I’d give you something spicier. Forgive me if it’s not as polished as my usual style, but it’s a true story so fuck it. Enjoy.

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In college, I met my best friend Adam. For five years, it was non-stop debauchery.

Constant drinking, stressing and studying in that order. Parties, sporting events, we were practically inseparable. We have so much in common, honestly I’m surprised that we never dated. I mean, we hooked up from time to time, but there was never much more than that. Mostly because Im was more into women.

College guys, very few of them are good at sex. I learned that quickly. Honestly, if i got asked “Did you cum?” after getting pummeled without foreplay, I’d probably riot. Adam was an exception, but he didn’t make me cum nearly the same way women did.

Plus, I wasn’t really into rough sex. He was.

Adam was 200 pounds of pure steel, built like a freight train, and after sex, you felt like you were hit by one. Spanking, hair pulling, choking, slapping, stress positions. If Adam came, and the girl wasn’t bruised and unable to walk, he was in a sad mood until he could redeem himself. Read more »