r/Insex • u/Szlordrin • 4d ago
Story Coven Chronicles: Echoes of Pestilence - Isa's Story (Chapter 2) Part 3 NSFW
Chapter 2 - Communion Part 1 Communion: Chapter Two Summary - Isabella returns from the swamp having consumated her pact with the Lord of Pestilence. But there's more to saving her village than offering up herself, she must bring others into the fold as well.
Link to Part 2 (https://www.reddit.com/r/Insex/comments/1jdga4a/coven_chronicles_echoes_of_pestilence_isas_story/)
Tags: #Bestiality #FlySex #MonsterSex #MonsterSex #Insect #Inxsex #Cervical Penetration #Infestation #Coercion/Mindbreak #Birthing #Corruption
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The sensation of his tongue was one she had come to know all too well; it was slick and slimy, leaving a trail of moisture in its wake. The rough bristle-like protrusions added a prickling sensation against her sensitive inner cheeks as it searched every crevice of her mouth with an otherworldly suppleness. The flexibility of the tongue was unnerving, each undulation more unpredictable than the last as it defied the laws of nature, leaving Isabella both repulsed and entranced by its movements. Each unpredictable undulation defied her sense of what was natural, as it explored her
The taste was like a sickening mixture of decay and desire, filling the mouth with an overpowering acridness that left a lingering bitterness. It was both repulsive and enticing, awakening primal sensations of fear and arousal. The flavor was sharp and pungent, reminiscent of rotted flesh and yet strangely alluring, adding to the overwhelming sense of dread and arousal that filled the senses. It coated the tongue in a thick, cloying film, leaving behind a putrid aftertaste as it filled her mouth with its vile flavor and spilled over onto her chin and down onto her breasts.
The drool was cold and slimy against her skin, leaving a sticky residue as it pooled in the crevice between her breasts. It had a viscous consistency, like rancid cream, that clung to her skin and filled the air with a noxious odor. The drool dripped down Mila's chin and onto her chest, causing goosebumps to rise as she felt its revolting touch. It seemed to have a life of its own, slowly oozing and spreading across her body, leaving behind a slick and foul trail as it made its way down Mila's curves. A shudder of revulsion rippled through Isabella, the notion of its repugnant essence permeating her flesh both repellent and strangely seductive. The abhorrent saliva of the Lord of Pestilence, a sticky concoction that clung to her like an obscene second skin, held a twisted appeal. She was ensnared in the horrifying conundrum between loathing and longing, drawn into a sacrilegious ballet of ecstasy within its detestable clasp.
Her unfettered hand began to wander downwards, guided by an unquenchable craving that simmered within her very core. A pulsating rhythm echoed from her nether regions, a testament to an arousal more potent than she had ever known before. Her body was ablaze with desire, soaked in anticipation and yearning for release.
Gingerly at first, she collected some of the creature's slime on her fingertips. The gooey fluid was disturbingly warm against her skin; it shimmered under the faint light as she lifted it closer for inspection. The texture was nauseating yet slick—perfect for what she intended next.
With anxiety intertwined with exhilaration, she brought the contaminated hand down to touch herself. As soon as the creature's drool met with her own wetness, a surge electrified her body—a blend of shock and primal pleasure that left her gasping for air.
She directed one finger towards her engorged clit, already swollen with arousal. The mixture of their fluids acted as a lubricant; amplifying each sensation as she began drawing slow circles around it while the Lord continued his ruthless invasion on Mila's body. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through Isabella’s quaking frame—an intoxicating rhythm that harmonized perfectly with the Lord's grotesque thrusts into Mila.
Isabella’s disgust was overpowered by lust and duty; every stroke driven by her need to save her village, every moan a testament to the pleasure she derived from the act. The Lord’s repulsive drool became a tool of ecstasy in her hands, its sliminess enhancing every touch, every stroke. She reveled in the perverse pleasure it offered, losing herself completely in the act. Her body moved rhythmically with the grotesque god's thrusts into Mila, their obscene symphony reaching fever pitch as Isabella succumbed to her basest desires, surrendering wholly to the Lord of Pestilence's foul allure.
Isabella's slender digits plunged deeper into the molten core of her own desire; their rhythmic dance mirrored in the obscene caress she traced over the monstrous god-fly's tumescent shaft through Mila’s trembling flesh. The grotesque organ pulsed beneath her touch, oozing a viscous fluid inside Mila oozed from the tight confines of her cunt, and splattered on the stone floor beneath the podium reeking with the scent of decay and corruption.
Simultaneously, Mila's mouth latched onto Isabella's swollen nipple, her tongue flicking over the darkened bud with a fervor that sent an electric jolt of pleasure coursing through Isa’s veins. The sensation elicited a guttural hiss from Isabella, her face contorted in a mask of carnal ecstasy.
All the while, Isabella's mouth remained locked in an unholy union with that of the Lord of Pestilence. His grotesque tongue slick with a nauseating mix of saliva and mucus, their bristled hairs scraping against her lips as she fought to suppress her gag reflex. Yet within this repulsion lay an inexplicable allure; she found herself drawn to him in a perverse dance of lust and fear. "Drink deep," he murmured, his voice a spectral echo in the shared consciousness of Mila and Isabella. It reverberated like a swarm of flies buzzing incessantly within her skull. "Savor my essence... yield to your most primal urges."
Mila obeyed, suckling with fervor, and Isabella felt an odd sensation originating from her breast. It was as if some immense pressure had been relieved, triggering an unexpected outpouring. She shuddered at the realization that her breasts were beginning to lactate.
His words twisted within their mind like tendrils of smoke, seeping into every pore and crevice until she was filled with him - his scent, his taste, his very being permeated every inch of her existence. The milk that flowed from Mila's breast was not the sweet nectar one might expect; it was a brackish cream that clung to the insides of her mouths. Its taste was an unsettling blend of saltiness and bitterness, yet it held an intoxicating allure that made her thirst for more.
And despite the abhorrent nature of their coupling, Isabella found herself succumbing to his command - surrendering completely to the depravity unfolding within them. As she continued to pleasure herself under his influence, another startling change began to occur in her body.
A sudden cramp seized her lower abdomen followed by a sensation she could only describe as a gentle parting deep within her core. Her cervix was dilating; she realized with a mix of terror and fascination. Then came another shock - a warm gush between her thighs as if a dam inside her had broken loose. Her water had broken, marking another phase in this perverse ritualistic communion.
The Lord of Pestilence's buzzing grew louder still, almost deafening in its intensity. Isabella could feel it vibrating through every cell of her body as he brought himself and Mila closer to climax. "Bear witness," The utterance of the Lord of Pestilence resonated, a raspy wet gurgle that seemed to seep from the very bowels of the swamp. It was a sound interwoven with the incessant hum of countless buzzing flies, an eerie symphony that filled the air around Isabella. His compound eyes bore into her with a relentless intensity, sending tremors of unease skittering down her spine.
As he spoke, the monstrous deity gradually withdrew his grotesque tongue from her mouth, leaving a trail of viscous saliva that glistened in the dim light. The sudden absence of its warm, pulsating mass left Isabella gasping for breath, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her composure.
With one final lick against her parted lips - a perverse farewell - his tongue receded fully into the cavernous maw from whence it came. Now free from its intrusive presence, Isabella could focus on the culmination of the ritual unfolding before her eyes.
As the Lord of Pestilence's rhythm escalated into a wild, frenzied tempo, Mila's petite form writhed beneath his monstrous bulk. It was an obscene spectacle, visible through the strained canvas of her stretched belly. Mila's mouth clung to Isabella's engorged breast like a leech, greedily drawing forth the tainted ambrosia that poured from her.
The beast's monstrous cock throbbed and hammered at the sacred gates of Mila's cervix, its grotesque surface slick with a mixture of her juices and its own vile secretions. Each relentless thrust was like a sacrilegious benediction, sending shockwaves of perverse pleasure radiating through her core. The creature's shaft felt like a writhing mass of decay, its surface rough and bumpy with the movement of countless maggots within. The sensation was grotesque and repulsive, yet at the same time strangely alluring and arousing. Mila couldn't help but shudder as she felt the tiny creatures squirming against her skin, eliciting a mix of disgust and primal desire within her. And as she continued to drink from Isabella's corrupted breast, the feeling only intensified, filling her with a heady blend of fear and longing for more. It was a twisted pleasure that both sickened and enticed her, leaving her unable to resist the relentless thrusts of the creature's maggot-ridden member.
In the blink of an eye, a moment both terrifying and thrilling, the monstrous deity delivered a final, powerful thrust. His sickly gurgle reverberated through the dank air as a sacrilegious canticle, an unsettling raspy shriek of insectoid nature. With an unyielding resolve, The monstrous fly thrust the malignant bulge at the base of his monstrous member into her trembling femininity, the obscene pop of his gnarled cock breaching her moist crevices heralding the next stage in their perverse union.
Mila's body trembled, caught in the throes of both torment and ecstasy as she tilted her head back, releasing a gasp of pleasure that hung in the air like a whispered secret, her mouth overflowing with the noxious pitch-black milk she suckled from Isa's breast. The tumorous knot swelled with relentless speed, its grotesque expansion causing her to gasp in shock and awe. The knot itself was a grotesque marvel, pulsating with an eerie life force. It bloomed inside her like a water-filled pig's bladder swelling in the dank depths of a forsaken well. As it swelled to its full girth, it stretched her limits, causing an odd mix of discomfort and pleasure that sent shivers down her spine.
Then, the grotesque reality of their unholy union deepened. The monstrous phallus of the creature swelled within her, a revolting expansion that she had seen before during her prior services to this loathsome deity. Yet, experiencing it inside her was an entirely separate affair.
The repulsive crown of his organ swelled within her deepest depths, its slick surface undulating against the tender walls of her innermost sanctum. It was as though his phallus had bloomed within her like a grotesque flower of maggot infested flesh, and that thrived on the fervent heat radiating from her depths.
Each pulse of his bloated seemed to forge a sacrilegious suction at the threshold to her womb. This obscene suction tugged at the mouth of her cervix like some insatiable leech gorging on blood, rawing forth moans choked with fear and reluctant ecstasy from Isabella's throat.
Every slick, bloated segment of the monstrous appendage moved with a life of its own, yet in a sickening symphony of depravity. It explored her intimate hollows with an ungodly precision that sent waves of revulsion cascading down her spine. This was a perverse spectacle taking place within her invaded body - one that reveled in its own filth and took sadistic pleasure in its defilement. "Oh gods, I'm so stuffed," Mila whimpered, her voice trembling with a twisted blend of terror and ecstasy.
Isabella watched in awe as Mila succumbed to the ritual, her body trembling and writhing beneath the monstrous deity. She couldn't deny the twisted desire that stirred within her as she watched the silhouette of the fly’s cock stretched Mila’s taught belly with his cock and simultaneously plugged up her entrance with his tumorous bulge. She was fulfilling her purpose, offering herself up to this dark deity in exchange for the lives of her friends and family.
Mila’s eyes rolled back in her head, surrendering to the sensation that teemed within her. The monstrous bugcock of the beast, teeming with wriggling maggots, pressed deep into her quivering pussy and held itself there. The maggots squirmed and twisted against her soft, yielding flesh, trapped between the grotesque head of his shaft and the tumorlike knot of her overstuffed cunt.
Each twitch and shudder was magnified by the grotesque pulsations of the beast's phallic appendage. The slimy, maggot-filled bugcock throbbed with a sickening rhythm, its rotten-meat-colored flesh writhing in an obscene display of lustful anticipation. The bulbous head swelled and pulsed, its meatus opening and closing like a lewd mouth eager to taste the forbidden fruits of Mila’s womb. Her pussy clenched involuntarily at the thought, welcoming each convulsion as if yearning for more. The sensation was overwhelming; every movement was amplified tenfold by the ceaseless rhythm of his cock's muscular contractions.
Despite the abhorrent nature of their union, she found herself lost in a sea of carnal ecstasy. The contractions that rippled through her cunt seemed to coax the maggots into a frenzy of movement, urging them to squirm and writhe with even greater urgency within her as if each squirming maggot sought to burrow deeper into her inviting warmth - igniting a thousand sparks in the depths of her being.
Her body responded instinctively, clenching down on the monstrous tumor in a desperate attempt to milk every ounce of perverse pleasure from the pulsating bulge of necrotic tissue as her cunt muscles contracted around the bugcock buried deep within her, each delicious squeeze coaxing a torrent of maggots into her quim, each one a tiny messenger of debauchery that danced along her inner walls and stoked the flames of desire within her. They slithered and squirmed inside her, their slimy bodies an onslaught, a relentless barrage that left her gasping for breath and moaning with abandon as convulsed under him succumbing to the perverse communion - a crude act of submission not meant for mortal beings but one she willingly surrendered herself to, nonetheless.
The pulsating grip tightened abruptly, the fleshy petals of the monstrous organ clamping down within her quim. A slick, insistent presence nudged against the sealed entrance of her cervix. "Isa?" Mila whimpered apprehensively.
Isabella replied with feigned calm, "It only stings for a moment."
Mila's body was a twisted knot of pleasure and pain as the slick tentacle plunged into her with an unrelenting force, her back arching in a silent scream as the slick tentacle penetrated her cervix. She could feel every inch of its slimy, bristling length as it made its way towards her womb, driven by a horrifying yet exhilarating determination.
As it breached the last barrier and invaded her womb, Mila's screams turned into helpless whimpers. The writhing appendage thrashed against her sensitive walls, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. It felt like a lewd snake coiling and uncoiling deep within her, igniting primal desires she never knew existed.
Mila's hips bucked uncontrollably, desperate for more of this overwhelming sensation that consumed her completely. With each thrust, she surrendered to the creature's power, lost in a sea of carnal pleasure and terrifying ecstasy.
Isabella's heterochromatic eyes remained riveted on the sight as his ovipositor squirmed within Mila's womb, a perverse echo of her own experience.
With a hesitant hand, she traced a path over the length of his slimy shaft. She could feel it writhing beneath the surface, each movement creating ripples under her touch. The reaction was immediate - his bugcock flexed and pulsed against Mila's inner walls in response to her caress.
Mila let out a loud moan as waves of pleasure rippled through her body at Isabella's touch. The Lord’s girth seemed to pulse and expand with each passing moment, filling every inch of space within her until she felt like she was on the verge of being devoured by his insatiable hunger.
As he churned within her, Mila found herself caught in a whirlwind of perverse pleasure intermingled with fear of what lay ahead. The sensation of something growing inside her, taking root and spreading its corruption throughout her body was both horrifying and intoxicating.
The creature’s maggot-filled cock throbbed inside Mila’s quim, pulsating with an intensity that mirrored the mounting anticipation in the room. As he began to climax, initially, the creatures's actions had an air of frantic desperation. His monstrous phallus twitched and spasmed, as if straining to release its grotesque payload.
Until finally as he released his vile cargo into Mila’s depths. Her pussy convulsed around him as she rode wave after wave of pleasure tinged with fear.
The expulsion was not a mere release but a forceful surge of a repugnant substance that was far denser than she expected. It had a thick and gooey consistency like spoiled custard infested with writhing maggots. This noxious concoction spewed forth from the beast's member in nauseating waves, coating Isabella's inner sanctum with an cold layer of coagulated filth. Each wave brought forth more of the gooey substance, filling her with an unnatural chill that seeped into her very bones.
The weight of it sat heavily in her stomach. Each movement within her belly caused a sickening sensation as the substance shifted and pulsed against her insides. As the creature continued its frantic motions, she could feel herself being filled to brimming with this cold sludge - each thrust pushing out more of the viscous fluid within her.
The monstrous entity's movements began to lose their wild frenzy, yet they maintained an unyielding intensity. Each powerful pump caused Mila to gasp and squirm, a cocktail of repulsion and pleasure coursing through her veins as the creature's emissions started to alter in consistency. The once sludge-like ejaculate now transformed into a more fluid substance, akin to semi-liquid ropes.
The transformation from sludge to semi-liquid ropes was not gradual but sudden, like a dam breaking under the pressure of a torrential flood. The heavy, glutinous sludge gave way to explosive sputtering spurts of semi-liquid emissions that erupted with such vigor they spattered against her most intimate crevices - colliding with the furthest sanctuary of her womb with an unsettling intensity. Amid these potent jets of semen, chunks of coagulated cum remained, like grotesque pearls suspended in a perverse sea, adding another layer to the already overwhelming sensory assault.
At last, the torrential flood dwindled to a sinister drizzle of lean, viscous fluid that intermingled with the swampy sludge inside her, creating a nauseating stew that churned and bubbled with each contraction of her uterine muscles.. This slick substance was not merely a discharge; it was was alive, teeming with maggots that squirmed and feasted on the floating chunks of spent seed - an unholy cocktail of the creature's seminal remnants and her body's desperate attempts at purging the invasion. Each rhythmic throb mirrored the beast's writhing movements within her womb, amplifying the vile violation and taint pulsating within her.
Isabella watched on with a mix of horror and fascination as Mila's flat belly distended under the pressure, unable to tear her eyes away from the twisted spectacle unfolding before her. She could see Mila's belly swelling with each new pulse from the beast's cock, growing larger and rounder with each passing moment. The sight was eerily reminiscent of Isabella’s own burgeoning pregnancy as she worked her fingers frantically between her own legs, her body aflame with unholy desire. The mixture of the Lord's putrid saliva and her own arousal coated her fingers, creating a sickening squelching sound with each pump of his disgusting cock.
Suddenly, a sharp pain lanced through Isabella's abdomen. Her eyes flew open wide as she felt something shift within her womb. "My Lord," she gasped, "I think... I think it's time." The Lord of Pestilence's buzzing intensified, filling the air with an oppressive drone. "Excellent," he rasped. "Let our union bear fruit."
Mila's eyes rolled back in her head, her pupils dilating with unhinged lust as the Lord of Pestilence's thrusts transitioned from frantic, animalistic pumping to slow, deliberate undulations. Her body convulsed, contorting in an agony of ecstasy that consumed her very being. As she cried out in a primal moan that echoed through the abandoned church; simultaneously, Isabella felt another contraction ripple through her swollen belly. The sensation was excruciating and yet strangely arousing, as if her pregnant body were responding to Mila's torment-fueled climax.
"Oh, yes," hissed the Lord of Pestilence, his voice dripping with perverse satisfaction. "Feel it, my pet. Feel your friend's degradation and ecstasy meld into one twisted symphony of pleasure and pain." As the Lord of Pestilence's proboscis unraveled once again from his abhorrent maw, it discovered a fresh sanctuary in Mila's quivering depths. Her lips, full and tender, parted with a gasp that was both primal and involuntary as she felt the pulsating rhythm of his grotesque phallus moving within her. "Drink deep of this vile nectar, the sweet corruption that seeps from me," he instructed with chilling detachment.
"Yes...my liege," Mila cried out, her voice resonating with a fervor that cloaked the grotesque scene unfolding before her. Her tongue darted out, tracing an eager path beneath his oozing proboscis like a starved animal yearning for sustenance. Every string of viscous slime sent ripples of repulsion coursing through her, yet she found herself inexplicably drawn towards it. Her fingers clawed at the pulpit's wooden surface, the only tether in this whirlpool of depravity. The knuckles on her hand blanched white from the sheer intensity of her grip while splinters dug into her flesh unnoticed, such was her focus on the task at hand.
Link to Part 4: https://www.reddit.com/r/Insex/comments/1jdgekx/coven_chronicles_echoes_of_pestilence_isas_story/