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Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 9 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg][Birth]

**”False Deliverance”**

Many questions plagued her mind as to how she regained her powers, and why now, but Althea knew this was her chance. Emboldened by her rekindled light, the priestess stretched forth her hand toward Ivan. “By the light of Helestria, be purged in holy fire!” she shouted. The light gathered in her hand blossomed, momentarily blinding her captors. A bolt of white light leapt from Althea’s palm and flew clean through Ivan’s skull, leaving a smoldering hole in its wake. One down, four to go. The priestess watched the others rub their eyes as she staggered to her feet; an act made all the more difficult by her hunger and heavily-ripened womb. There was a clear path to the door, but she doubted she could outrun all of them in her current state. And so the priestess raised her hand toward the blister-crowned Andre. Alas, before she could cast another spell, Izaac seized hold of her stretched arm. When she tried to gather light in the other hand, that arm was grabbed by Felix. “Let me go, you monsters! Get off of me!” 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 »

[MF] Bred on the Farm pt. 3 [hucow] [lactation] [preg] [exhibition]

>[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/flowerchildwithchild/comments/fi6sr0/sexy_story_bred_on_the_farm_hucow_breeding/) and [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/flowerchildwithchild/comments/g7ykm5/sexy_story_bred_on_the_farm_pt_2_hucow_breeding/) of this series. You don’t have to read the previous entries to understand this one, but they feature recurring characters. All characters are 18+.

The 32nd Bi-Annual Human-Cow & Agriculture Fair took place on an autumn weekend, when the maple leaves were changing colour yet the sun was still bright and warm.

Penny blinked at the hustle and bustle of the various stalls, vendors, and tents assembled on the stretch fairgrounds. After the past year spent at the quiet refuge of Forrest Nursery and Farms, the noise and sheer number of strangers was unsettling to her, and she rested a hand protectively against the curve of her pregnant stomach. If not for the calming presence of Buck at her side, she might have slunk back into the truck.

It was a few months ago that the young farmer had asked, after one of their daily feeding sessions as she wiped the remnants of his cum off her lips, if she would be interested in entering the competition at the fair. If she won, half of the prize money would be added to her payment at her contract’s end. The preparation had been rigorous, but Buck’s father had won in numerous years past and there was a reputation to uphold. Read more »

Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 1 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg]

Author’s Note: WARNING! This is an extremely niche story with a lot of fucked up content. If fucking zombies or getting covered in rotten ichor disgust you, turn away now. If you want to watch a 19yo priestess fall into a pit of corruption and decay, stay tuned for more.

**Chapter 1: Scoundrels & Shortcuts**

Althea Amberhearth sat at her usual spot in the Black Crab tavern. Few windows and a scarcity of candles meant the establishment rarely rose above dim light. Probably so that the customer base would fail to notice the numerous stains littering the wood floor. A shame the lighting did little to stymie the stench, as the sickly sweet scent of old ale trickled into the young woman’s nose. She idly flipped her loose, blonde braid from one shoulder to the other and glanced back toward the wooden door. Still no sign of her traveling companions. Looking down at the table, she slowly pushed the cup of cloudy water away from her. No, she would abstain from drinking anything here. The Black Crab was a place better suited to meeting contacts rather than dining or drinking. Althea cast furtive glances about the pub, noting the numerous individuals bearing black leather armor and heavy scars. Indeed, not her usual crowd, but thankfully no one had bothered her since she arrived. Althea plucked her small prayerbook from her pouch and flipped to the silk string bookmark. Read more »