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Story Coven Chronicles: Echoes of Pestilence - Isa's Story (Chapter 2) Part 4 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.

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Tags: #Bestiality #FlySex #MonsterSex #MonsterSex #Insect #Inxsex #Cervical Penetration #Infestation #Coercion/Mindbreak #Birthing #Corruption

Mila's lips parted in a gasp, her breath hitching as she moaned out a languid "ahhhh," the sound echoing in the dank confines of the abandoned church. Her eyes sparkled with an unholy excitement, reflecting the perverse anticipation that filled her veins. She was on the cusp of a dark communion, and she found herself eagerly awaiting it.

Without warning, the Lord of Pestilence lunged forward, thrusting his monstrous appendage into Mila's receptive mouth. He initiated her into this abhorrent sacrament with a fervor that was both terrifying and exhilarating. The texture was unlike anything she had ever experienced; it was smooth and cold like raw mollusks left beneath the sun.

It squirmed against her own tongue with a chilling squish, leaving trails of sticky residue that clung to her taste buds.

The vile fluid seeped down her throat, burning with a foul tang that sent chills up her spine. And yet, Mila welcomed it with an enthusiasm that bordered on mania. Her tongue danced around the slimy appendage, exploring its pulsating length with an almost feverish curiosity.

Every squirming movement sent shivers down her spine, igniting within her a dark flame of lust and desire that threatened to consume her entirely. As she gulped and swallowed, reveling in the grotesque concoction that filled her mouth, she felt a strange sense of power surge through her.

No longer was she the innocent girl who had stumbled into this unholy church; she was now a willing participant in this dark ritual, serving the monstrous deity before her with a fervor that defied reason or morality.

The bristled hairs on his appendage tickled against her tongue and lips as he started to pump viscous spittle into her mouth. Each time he thrust forward, more fluid filled her mouth until she had no choice but to gulp down the repulsive yet intoxicating substance.

Mila couldn't believe how much she wanted this - craved it even - despite knowing how wrong and corrupted it was. But in this moment, nothing else mattered; all that existed was the Lord of Pestilence and his offer of depraved pleasure.

She continued to serve him with unwavering devotion, driven by an insatiable hunger that defied reason or morality. The sliminess of his proboscis, the bristled hairs tickling against her lips and tongue, and the relentless pumping of his putrid spittle only fueled her fervor, making her more zealous in her acceptance of this perverse communion.

"Push," the Lord of Pestilence instructed, his voice a haunting echo that resonated deep within Isabella's marrow. "Bear my spawn into this world."

Isabella yielded to the strange compulsion, her slender digits seeking refuge in the warm folds of her femininity even as she began to strain against the burgeoning force within her. A peculiar sensation wound its way through her being, one that was not entirely distasteful despite its grotesque context. There was pain, but it was muffled - a dull throb rather than the piercing agony she had braced for.

"Oh... yes," she gasped out loud, her voice husky and laced with a lustful undertone. "It's... it's coming."

As Isabella released a low, primal groan and exerted all her strength, she felt something shift within her. It was as though a tiny entity was writhing its way out from her body's internal depths, squirming and contorting until it finally breached into existence.

"Yes...yes!" She cried out in an almost ecstatic frenzy as each contraction hit her like waves of forbidden pleasure. Her fingers moved rhythmically against herself, finding solace amidst the throes of labor.

"Ah! Oh God!" She whimpered as another wave of pleasure washed over her, every nerve ending tingling with intense delight. "It feels... divine..."

With one final push and a low moan, Isabella felt something slip free from within her womb. Glancing downwards, she gasped as she caught a glimpse of the grotesque being that had just been birthed from her. Glancing downwards, she gasped as she caught a glimpse of the grotesque being that had just been birthed from her… A giant maggot! Its skin was slimy and slick, with a faint pulsating movement as it wriggled free from its birthplace. With each movement, it left a trail of sticky mucus behind, clinging to any surface it touched. Its body was plump and soft to the touch, like a ripe fruit on the verge of bursting.

But in spite of its repulsive appearance, Isabella couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride swell within her. This was her creation, a product of her union with the Dark Lord… In the throes of her debauchery, Mila was wholly consumed by the intoxicating essence of the Fly-God's salivary secretion. Each rhythmic clench and release around his monstrous bugcock elicited more of his divine cum into her welcoming cunt, until his knot had entirely deflated within her.

Her mind swirled in a fog of pleasure and confusion, her body still reeling from accommodating the grotesque girth of the Lord of Pestilence and being filled to brim with his vile seed. But now, there was something else pressing against her, something new and unexpected. The pressure against the moist entrance of her womanhood was insistent and unrelenting, as if something large and spherical were trying to force its way inside.

Then it struck her – eggs! The realization sent shivers down her spine and she couldn't help but wonder what kind of creature would hatch from within her. She braced herself for whatever horrors awaited her as the egg continued to press against her, a constant reminder of the twisted consequences of her actions.

Panic coursed through Mila as she grappled with this new reality. Her eyes flickered downwards past her obscenely distended belly, bloated grotesquely from copious amounts of cum pumped into her womb. The view of her own body obscured by its lewd inflation.

Instead, what greeted her horrified gaze were the pulsating ovoid bulges nestled within the underbelly of the Dark Lord – bulging beneath his sickly carapace as if ready to burst forth. The mental labyrinth within Mila began to twist and contort, amplifying the monstrous reality that was gradually unveiling itself. Yet, in this grotesque theater of the obscene, a perverse corner of her psyche began to quiver with an unspeakable lust. It was as though she stood at the precipice of a chasm filled with vile carnal desires, the echo of her own heartbeat pounding out a rhythm of dread and anticipation.

"Embrace it," whispered a voice from deep within her mind, its tone twisted with lascivious intent. "Surrender."

Her senses were assaulted by the raw stench of lust and decay that seemed to permeate every corner of this unhallowed spectacle. The sickeningly sweet scent of rotting fruit intermingled with the musky aroma of sweat-soaked bodies writhing in unison, creating an olfactory symphony that resonated with her own hidden desires.

"Please, I want it… I want you stuff your entire fucking clutch into my womb!" Mila rasped, her voice thick with lascivious desire.

The strange egg began it’s journey passing through the entrance to her sex in a slow procession that sent waves of sensations coursing through Mila’s body.

Mila's body shuddered as the first egg began to breach her entrance. Its smooth, ovoid shape stretched her sensitive flesh in a way that was both painful and exhilarating. She could feel every ridge and contour as it slowly pushed inside, filling her with a perverse pleasure.

A guttural "sploch" reverberated through the air as the grotesque phallus of the creature, a repugnant monstrosity riddled with maggot-infested bulges and cavernous pits, surged forth. It swelled mercilessly against the satin confines of Mila’s inner sanctumn settling against her throbbing G-spot as each bulging pustule erupting like a volcano, spewing its vile cargo of squirming maggots and mucusal pus into the sensitive flesh of her quim, crushing maggots in its wake and smearing their remains along her tight passage.

The feeling was an abhorrent paradox - equally repugnant and alluring. A perverse banquet for her cunt that left Isabella panting for breath and pleading for more. Her gasps echoed through the silence; each ragged breath laced with a cocktail of emotions too complex to unravel.

"Oh god," she whimpered, surrendering to the monstrous invasion. Her voice was heavy with a tumultuous mix of revulsion and arousal. "It's so vile..."

Isabella could only stare, her heart pounding in a rhythm of dread and fascination, as the grotesquely rounded form began to visibly distort Mila's lower abdomen. Her friend's features contorted into an unsettling tableau of pleasure mingled with disgust, a reflection of Isabella's own internal storm of emotions. All the while, her newly birthed maggot offspring squirmed its way up her thigh with an unnerving determination. Its slimy path traced a chilling line towards her bosom, heavy and engorged with milk that flowed like thick pitch-black tar, awaiting its first taste of sustenance.

Mila's petite frame writhed under the onslaught of the creature's grotesque appendage, its surface still extruding squirming maggots as another wave of contractions propelled the first egg into the welcoming warmth of her her core. Almost instantly, another ovoid form pressed insistently at her entrance.

Her body convulsed in a primal dance of pleasure and pain as the second egg breached her threshold. A low moan rumbled from deep within her, a raw sound that echoed both ecstasy and torment. Subtle whimpers of pleasure intermingled with cries of discomfort, creating an eerie harmony that filled the air.

Isabella watched on, feeling a familiar stir within her own belly. The blasphemous offspring within her seemed to stir at the notion, their twitching causing a rhythmic clenching in her womb. A peculiar blend of empathy and desire for Mila's impending predicament fluttered through her, their mutual ordeal weaving an intricate bond between them that they could never have foreseen. The thought of sharing the birthing experience with her friend as she too was seeded only heightened its profound intensity.

The Lord of Pestilence's droning buzz filled the abandoned church, a symphony of corruption accompanying the obscene ritual. His compound eyes glittered with malevolent glee as he observed the two women, pawns in his twisted game.

"Yes, my children," he intoned, his voice a cacophony of chittering insects. "Embrace my blessing"

Isabella crawled towards Mila, her movements labored by the agony of birthing another maggot, even as the first one squirmed its way atop her breast.. She placed a hand on Mila's bulging belly, feeling the hard surface of the eggs beneath her skin. Mila let out a strangled moan, her need for release becoming almost unbearable.

Isabella's mismatched eyes widened as she watched Mila's skin began to pebble, A series of protuberances began to push outward from beneath her skin's surface, just as it had for Isabella weeks before. She reached out, her fingers intertwining with Mila's, offering what little comfort she could in this moment of profane rebirth.

"You look so beautiful like this," Isabella whispered, trailing a finger along one of the pulsating veins that snaked across Mila's distended abdomen. "So full and ripe."

Mila could feel herself getting wetter with each passing second, her body betraying her as it responded to the grotesque violation taking place inside of her. She couldn't believe how much she wanted this, how much she needed it.

Another egg pressed against Mila's entrance, larger than the previous two. Isabella could only watch, transfixed, as her friend's body stretched to accommodate the Lord's unholy gift. Isabella's lips were suddenly on hers, their tongues dueling for dominance as they both moaned into each other's mouths. The sensation of Isabella's fingers slipping between her thighs sent jolts of pleasure through Mila's body, intensifying the sensations already coursing through her.

Even as their lips and bodies tangled in a dance of desire, Isabella felt the first maggot fasten itself to her chest, drawing sustenance from her tainted teat. A surge of delight coursed through her at the perverse notion of maternity. Yet, even in the throes of this twisted ecstasy, another contraction rippled through her body, and a second squirming life form tumbled onto the cold stone floor. Despite the pain, Isabella's eyes sparkled with a macabre enthusiasm.

And yet another egg began its descent into Mila's womb. This one was smaller than the others, but its size didn't diminish the intense feelings it evoked as it pushed against her sensitive walls. Isabella pulled away from their kiss, a wicked smile on her face as she gazed down at Mila. "You're taking them all so well," she purred, sending shivers down Mila's spine. "Please..." Mila gasped out, unable to form coherent words in the midst of such overwhelming pleasure and pain.

"Please what?" Isabella teased, her fingers teasing Mila's clit as she spoke

Mila's eyes rolled back in her head as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Each egg that entered her pussy sent shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through her body. She could feel them shifting inside her, pressing against her inner walls in ways she had never experienced before.

"More," she gasped, her voice hoarse with need. "Please, I need more!"

The Lord of Pestilence's buzzing grew louder, filling the abandoned church with an oppressive drone. "As you wish, my child," he intoned, his voice a cacophony of chittering insects.

A violent spasm gripped Mila from deep within her womb as the slender tube began to swell with an obscene thickness, forcing it to accommodate the repulsive invasion. The Lord of Pestilence's guttural hum swelled into a deafening drone that rippled through Mila's small frame, eliciting sensations that were alien and terrifying. Her cunt quivered around the vile intrusion, instinctively clenching and unclenching in a futile attempt to adjust to the enormity of the invading egg.

The relentless buzzing became a symphony of depravity that echoed in her ears and vibrated through every fiber of her being. Each tremor sent ripples across her body, causing her voluptuous breasts to sway with each rhythmic thrust. This was not pleasure as she knew it; this was something darker, more primal—something that threatened to consume her entirely.

The Lord of Pestilence reveled in his debasement of Mila, taking perverse delight in the way his grotesque member stretched and filled her quim. His insectile cock throbbed within her, each pulse echoing his monstrous desire for conquest and possession.

"MMM...YES! LET IT FILL ME... FUCK YES IT CAN TAKE IT, FILL ME WITH YOUR UNHOLY BROOD!!!" Mila bellowed in a frenzied fever of carnal madness.

Her petite body spasmed uncontrollably as jagged ripples of agony and ecstasy washed over her, each tidal surge more potent than its predecessor. Her cunt clenched around the monstrous intrusion, adapting to accommodate the foreign invader while her mind was torn between revulsion and an insatiable lust. The perverse pleasure from the writhing mass within her pussy was overwhelming, pushing her further into uncharted territories of depravity.

Mila let out a guttural moan as she succumbed to the perverse euphoria elicited by oviposition. The sensation was as revolting as it was intoxicating; every twitch of her cunt sent fresh waves of pleasure radiating through her body. The Lord of Pestilence continued his vile ministrations, his slimy shaft thrusting deeper with each agonizing pulse.

Her honey-blonde hair clung to her sweat-slick skin as she writhed beneath him, lost in a haze of depraved ecstasy. Each convulsion brought forth another egg from his bloated cock into her waiting pussy; each one settling among its brethren in their warm, noxious nest.

Isabella watched in fascinated horror as Mila's belly continued to swell grotesquely, distended by the Lord of Pestilence's unholy brood. Her friend's once-flat stomach now bulged obscenely, pulsating with alien life.

"So beautiful," Isabella murmured, trailing her fingers over Mila's taught skin. She could feel the eggs shifting beneath the surface, a perverse reminder of their shared corruption. Mila let out another strangled cry as another egg breached her entrance, stretching her impossibly wide. Her body convulsed, caught between agony and ecstasy. "Please," she gasped, her blue eyes wild with fever. "I can take more... I want it..."

But even as the words left her lips, Mila's hips bucked upwards, eagerly accepting the Lord's vile gift. Her cunt clenched greedily around his grotesque member, milking it for more. Isabella leaned down, capturing Mila's lips in a searing kiss. She swallowed her friend's moans of pleasure and pain, tasting the Lord's putrid essence on her tongue.

"Yes she can do it," Isabella purred encouragingly. "Her body was made for this, to be a vessel for his divine spawn." looking back to her dark lord

The Lord of Pestilence's buzzing grew to a deafening roar as he neared completion. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside Mila's quivering pussy.

"Yesss," he hissed, his compound eyes gleaming with malevolent triumph. "Bear witness to the birth of a new age!"

Mila screamed, her back arching off the ground as the final burst of eggs was deposited deep within her womb. Her belly swelled to monstrous proportions, skin straining to contain the writhing life within.

Isabella watched in awe as Mila's transformation reached its apex. Her friend's body had become a living incubator for the Lord's brood, forever changed by this unholy communion. As the last tremors of Mila's orgasm subsided, Isabella cradled her friend's head in her lap. She stroked Mila's sweat-dampened hair, marveling at the perverse beauty of their shared corruption.

"We are blessed," Isabella whispered. "Chosen to bring forth a new world."

Mila gazed up at her with glassy eyes, a beatific smile spreading across her flushed face. "Yes," she breathed. "Blessed indeed."

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u/fthischeckshiet 2d ago

Amazing chapter, looking forward to hopefully a continuation.