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I had hoped that getting pregnant would have been easier, after all I had spent no small part of my childhood hearing about how easy it was for a woman to fall in temptation for barely a moment and be forever maculated with a father-less child. But it seemed that I was bound to fail my husband and my lineage, no matter how much I tried.

When you are trying to get a baby, sex becomes just another part of the routine, just another activity to be completed in an almost mechanical act that loses all feeling and has it replaced by a single purpose. After a while the servants begun to talk, to gossip, and spin the most ludicrous tales about the reasons for the failures.

The routine of housework and the monthly mechanical sex was taking its toll on my back and soul, causing me to become sore and cranky, I was barely twenty-two, but most days I felt like an old crone trying to go through the day with barely two glasses of spiced wine.

My husband, Count Daniel, had been a good friend of my family for years, our betrothal had been arranged since I was six years old. When I came of age to be presented to society, we dated for six months before he proposed. He never had been the most romantic or caring, but he always provided for me. He loved nothing more than to entertain guests for private dinner parties so he could brag about his military glories and titles, the hunting trophies and captured treasures that covered the walls of the dinning room.

I had practically given up on my hopes of conceiving when the head maid told me in whispered confession of a new healer, a woman that knew the secrets of the herbs and could cure even those the doctors believed lost. I jumped at the chance.

This fabulous healer lived in a small cottage far from the city, a house that had been weathered down by time, and a field that had been overrun by wildflower. It looked terrible, filthy, almost heretical, but I couldn't be too choosy.

“Why hello there," I was greeted by a husky female's voice as I walked inside the cottage on a rainy Monday afternoon.

“Hi!" I yelped, feeling an uncomfortable warmth between my legs. I was pretty sure I wasn't one of those ladies of sapphic inclinations, but she was making it really hard to remember that.

“You must be Lady Diane. I'm Michelle." The tall, muscular woman dressed in a ragged, stained dress thrust out her strong, yet very feminine hand and shook mine.

“Nice to... Uh meet you, Michelle," I said breathlessly as my hand slipped into hers. She squeezed lightly and it was enough to make my legs tremble. I was floored by her short black hair, brown eyes, and confident smile.

I had taken for granted long ago that I wasn't necessarily a sexual being, but this woman made the animal inside me burn with desire.

“You are early, I'm just finishing up with my other client now," she apologized and I felt an intoxicating rush of emotions flowing through my veins, peaking in my nipples and the suddenly sensitive folds of my pussy.

She ushered me inside, a dark room illuminated only by the red coals glowing in the hearth, then barred the door behind us. She used the embers to light a small piece of tinder, which in turn served to light up two stubby candles and an oil lamp.

“Take your time," I replied too quickly. A little embarrassment heated my cheeks as my eyes drifted to her chest, the hard nipples poking over the fabric of her dress, and then to her firm ass as she moved away to a small room on the corner.

I took a seat on a creaking chair on the small, humid room. As the sources of light wavered to life one by one, they revealed bundles of dried herbs hung from the ceiling suffusing the air with their perfumes, pots of flowers, moss, and mushrooms sat on a table alongside a grinder, mortar, pestle, knife, and a long spoon. Tattered, yellowed scrolls and diagrams hung on the walls, and a stained wood burning stove at the corner.

A heavy, sweet floral smell hung in the air, it filled my lungs with each breath and made my thoughts fuzzy. The minutes elongated, each second seeming to take an eternity, my mind kept conjuring images of Michelle disrobing me, inspecting my body with hungry eyes. I could just picture those strong hands exploring my body, touching me everywhere.

The sweet aroma enveloped my whole body now, it was whispering tentacles enveloping around my limbs, moving them even as they penetrated my mind. My hand slid between my legs, rubbing the cloth-covered curves of my pussy. I was panting for breath now, flushed, a soft dew of perspiration covering my skin.

I tried to control my raging hormones, telling myself that she wasn't a filthy prostitute, just a healer.

That didn't help.

My fingers crept down to my wet, pulsating pussy as I imagined her strong hands running all across my body. A moan escaped my lips before I could silence it. I quickly looked toward the door to make sure she hadn't heard and then continued my masturbation.

This lust was insane. It clawed at my womb, burrowed into my pussy and sent my juices spilling from my spasming vagina. Part of my brain screamed that this wasn't me, that I needed desperately to regain control, but the blistering lust seemed to command my hands.

I hiked up my skirts and slid a hand under my panties, reaching for my swollen, needy clitoris with one finger. It had been years since I felt so horny and wet. My husband would have called me a whore if he ever saw me like that.

“Fuck, I'm a whore," I groaned between muffled cries. My fingers were sliding through the wet slit between my thighs, my thumb rubbing over the clit, circling it with devastating results. The pleasure was agonizing, brutal.

Ecstatic pleasure surged through my body as my fingers moved lower, sliding in the slick juices, pressed against the tender opening of my vagina. Pleasure erupted as one finger slid inside, then two, and finally three fingers as flames licked from my pussy to my clit, clenched my womb and then sped through the rest of my body.

My husband had a nice cock, but it had never filled me properly…

My head snapped up as I heard what sounded like a loud moan from the other room. At first, I tried to dismiss it as nothing more than my aroused imagination, but then I heard it again. Looking around, I quickly snuck closer to the door and pressed my ear against it.

“Oh God, Michelle! Fuck me! Cum in my womb! I want to carry your offspring!"

A gasp escaped my lips as I heard it. Had I been more propense to fits of hysteria, I was sure I would have fainted right there. Yet, I couldn't believe in the words, certainly I must have misheard it. Did I really hear what I thought I heard? Was Michelle fucking her patient? My heart hammered in my chest as I thought about that.

I creaked the door open just enough so that I could peak inside the room and had to bite my tongue to avoid screaming in surprise. Candles illuminated the room, made of black wax and burning with strong green fire, revealing that a portion of the filthy floor had been intensively scrubbed to draw a complicated hexagram in red chalk. Although I wasn't a student of the magical arts, it was pretty obvious that this wasn't holy magic.

In the middle of the hexagram stood Michelle and another woman, fucking with wild abandon. The woman was of almost albino complexion, her skin marked by long and sinuous tattoos of hexagrams and unholy symbols, her eyes glowed with green fire and a tail lashed around excitedly.

Michelle was no less demonic, just more bestial. She was covered in a deep, thick, black fur, her hands were like the claws of a beast, with long black nails, her legs ended in the cloven hooves of a goat. Her head was like that of a wolf, with bright red eyes, and long, curved horns. A long, tail ending in a tuff of black fur lashed behind her in rhythm to her strong thrusts into the other woman, she had a massive, bestial cock between her legs.

I had to bit my lips to avoid screaming, but my eyes were completely fixated on the duo, and specially in Michelle's cock, watching in trance as she fucked the other woman against the wall.

I had to hear more. Straining against the door, I listened as my fingers danced rapidly in and out of my pussy. I stroked my clit as the lady's moans dragged me deeper and deeper into overwhelming, blissful lust.

“You are my breeding whore!" Michelle roared. “Your womb serves the Mistress of Change!"

“Yes!" The girl screamed and I heard Michelle slap her ass.

I groaned as an orgasm ripped through me, causing my knees to buckle and throwing me past reality. I almost fell to the floor as I pressed my legs together to ride out the blissful wave. I was in a world of only pleasure.

I heard the girl cry out as Michelle shoved her thick, monstrous cock deep into her womb.

"Cum in me!" She shouted. "Cum in my fertile womb!"

"I'll knock you up!" Michelle grunted and I could just picture her cock bulging and flexing inside the woman's pussy as Michelle released her strong cum into the other woman's womb. “You are a breeder for the Mistress of Change!"

_ _

Oh God this is too exciting, the thoughts intruded in my mind even as I tried to summon the will to run from there and alert the witch hunters.

I heard some rustling in the room and I quickly rushed back to my chair and sat down, my head and heart spinning wildly. I brought my fingers to my nose and saw they were drenched with my horny, fertile scent. The smell was heavenly, but now it filled me with guilty from having been aroused from what I had seen.

My pussy tingled as I heard the doorknob turn. I glanced up at the woman that came bouncing out of the room. She was a small, gorgeous, red-haired woman with short hair, a deep, satisfied smile on her face, and her skin was glistening with sweat.

“Hello!" She waved as she skipped past, she was dressed in the robes of a nun, her markings and tattoos completely hidden by the clothes. I couldn't believe someone so corrupted could be part of the Holy Church.

“She is a nun?" I raised my eyebrows at Michelle, she looked completely human once again. It was part terrifying to imagine a creature capable of such metamorphosis.

_ _

But also arousing, I blushed at the stray thoughts that creeped in my mind.

“A sister of the Radiant Dove," she said as she stared wistfully after her, watching her walk out through the front door.

When she was gone, Michelle turned to me, smiled and offered me her hand. “You ready?"

I wanted to scream and run out of there, but I nodded and let her pull me to my feet. My God, she was strong.

She looked at me with hungry eyes, stealing my breath as I felt a lust in her eyes that I had never seen in my husband, in anyone human. It was wild, unbound by the constraints of civilization or rationality.

Why did she have to be so tempting?

She guided me into the room, the lingering smell of bestial sex hung in the air, seemed to seep into my brain. She closed the door behind us and turned to me.

“So, what has been bothering you, Lady Diane?" She eyed my body hungrily up and down.

“I came here seeking help," I said. “It's been almost two years now that me and my husband have been trying to conceive a suitable heir, we have even sought the help of the doctors and the magicians from the College, but it seems I'm fated to remain bare."

“These wizards know nothing of real magic," Michelle said. “They are blinded by their cruel and oppressive gods, dammed to remain forever blind. Fortunately, they aren't the only powers to whom a woman can pray."

“So, I came to you," I continued. “Imagining that maybe I could find some hope, but looking back, I should have guessed this place would be rife with all manner of sin and wicked worship."

Michelle laughed heartily. “Where your emperor and his god shackle and punish, the Mistress of Change liberates and exalts. My Mistress has led you to me."

I took a step back, I had never expected her to admit it so promptly. Everyone knew about the dangers of dark magic and the slaughter brought by hordes of the beastkin and other servants of the Chaos Gods.

“You are insane!" I almost screamed. “I should go to the Inquisition and let them know the abominable acts you commit under the guise of a healer! You will be sent to the rack, tortured until you surrender the names of your fellow cultists, and then burned at the stake!"

I had hoped it would at least faze her for a moment, but she remained undisturbed, her eyes still eating my body.

Her smile grew brighter. "I'm your only chance of conceiving a child. And," she said, suddenly pressing her lips to mine, "You want it."

My lips involuntarily parted and my eyes closed as I felt her lips on mine.

"God," I said, breathlessly as we parted. "You can't be telling the truth."

"I am, take off your clothes."

"Yes…" I whispered as my hands moved almost by themselves.

“You're gorgeous," she said as her eyes took in my body. “You will be a good servant to the Mistress."

I closed my eyes and blushed. This wasn't real. It couldn't be.

“This is heresy…"

She took me in her arms and looked me deep in the eyes. “The best kind of Heresy."

She pressed her body to mine and I could feel her hardened member straining under her skirt, there was something rippling under her skin. I reminded myself that she'd just had taken part in a demonic ritual.

_ _

She must taste so good, I thought suddenly. I had never tasted another woman before, but I wanted to know. I needed to know.

I dropped to my knees and she hiked up her skirt, revealing a massive, twitching canine cock. It slid out of its sheath, smeared my face with its thick precum.

“You can walk away now if you want," she said, licking her ruby-red lips.

“No...,"

I could see the priestess' pussy juice gleaming off Michelle's cock, it filled me with curiosity and biting lust.

_ _

What does it taste like? I breathed in and found the aroma of her scent intoxicating, entrancing.

I stared into her harsh, savage features, amazed at her sexuality. The expression on her face should have been frightening. The way her eyes glittered with fierce hunger, a primitive air of dominance.

It shook me to the core.

“Yes, accept the Mistress!" She cried out as she felt my hot breath on her hard shaft. “Take it all in."

Deliberately, seductively, I lowered my lips down upon her swollen, canine cock. I took it all in my mouth, my lips opened, stretching around the bestial cock as it slid into my mouth.

I tasted the priestess' cum and devoured her cock. I moaned around the flesh as she jerked her cock deep inside my mouth, as I sucked ravenously at her cock as she moaned hungrily.

She pushed me against the floor, the blood rushed through my body, hormones flaring my arousal. Bliss rushed across my nerve endings, sensitizing my flesh, making me bum.

Her fingers stroked over my flesh as her cock pressed against my tights, smearing me with her precum.

“You will be impregnated," her hands gripped my thighs as she grinded her hard cock against my tight. “As soon as my seed enters your body, you will carry the offspring of the Mistress of Change, you will be her breeding whore."

My husband would kill me if he found out, but he would eventually kill me if I didn't offer him a child. What was I doing getting knocked up by a heretical sorcerer? I shook, trembled as powerful jolts of lustful desire sizzled through my body. The pleasure turned into a conflagration, sweeping over me, leaving me gasping.

“Please…" I moaned silently as I began slightly humping against Michelle. My breasts were swollen and begun to leak, drop after drop of milk releasing the tightness in my chest.

Her smooth hands caused my body to tremble and my pulse to quicken. As my arousal grew, my breasts began dribbling their milk faster. Before I could do anything more than moan, she was on me. The fingers of one hand wrapping in my hair as she took my nipples in her mouth.

I screamed from arousal and fear when she drunk from my milk, her sharp teeth rasping against my sensitized flesh, causing my mother's milk to leak faster. I moaned out loud as she suckled and gently squeezed my milk-laden breasts.

“Please, don't stop!" I moaned as her strong hands handled my breasts. I watched fascinated as she undressed herself of her human form, growing and changing in front of my eyes.

Magic seeped trough the darkness that surrounded us, rippled and turned our bodies into conduits of their celestial forces. The glyphs carved into the floor around us glowed eerily with warped light.

Michelle grabbed me by the back of my head, pressed a long, hard kiss to my lips with which she shared my own milk with me. Her tight kiss forced me to swallow it all, to feel my own taste tainted by something dark and powerful, the taint of chaos.

“Drink it up!" She commanded as she parted our kiss. Her form less human by the moment, her skin covered in the thick, dark fur. “Drink your own milk, slut!"

Adrenaline was surging through my body, arousal in the midst of corruption, a stain in my very soul and yet, it filled me with overwhelming exhilaration.

I watched her body changing into her animalistic form, a beast of lust and desire with glowing red eyes. Her hard cock twitching, spilling precum, eager for the mating.

She growled fiercely, nipping at my swollen nipples, sending currents of piercing pleasure tearing through my womb.

Her lupine head lowered farther, her bestial tongue lapping my needy pussy.

“Oh, God yes!" I screamed as her tongue plunged inside me.

The fiery pleasure tore through me. There were no thoughts. There was nothing but gasps filled with wild desperation, the need to mate, as pleasure grew higher, hotter, seeping into my very soul with fierce, desperate devotion.

“Turn over." Michelle commanded harshly.

I whimpered as her strong hands turned me, pulling my hips up, pushing my knees apart. Her hand landed on my ass with a stinging, fiery mixture of pain and pleasure.

Michelle paw hit me again, the slight smack burning through my flesh as her expression was filled with savage lust.

“Take me!" I begged. “Fill my married womb with your corrupt, bestial seed!"

“Take off your ring," she commanded as she pressed her cock against my wet pussy.

“What? I can't do that. It hasn't been off my finger since I married," I protested.

She smiled with sharp, predator's teeth. “Renounce him. After I fuck you, you'll be mine! You will renounce your gods, your family, your husband! While you carry my seed and my child, I own you."

Could I just forget about my marriage vows like that?

_ _

Yes, I removed my ring and threw it to the darkness.

“Good," she said excitedly. “Now, you're mine. You are my breeding slut."

My eyes widened, dazed, shock and pain-filled pleasure rioting through my system as her erection slid inside me. Pleasure flared to life as Michelle growled harshly behind me, covering me as if I was nothing more than a bitch in heat.

Her hands gripped my hips, holding me firmly in place as she began to pump inside me. Slowly, inch by inch I felt the invasion, spreading me, sinking into me as rapid bursts of pleasure-pain began to sizzle along my flesh.

It seemed to go on forever, slow, easy thrusts that stretched the tight opening, sent me spiraling further into warped pleasure. Until she paused, her breathing harsh behind me, her erection inches from filling me fully.

“I am your mistress." She snarled as a final thrust sent her in to the hilt, causing me to scream breathlessly. There was no protest as the muscles of my pussy began to milk the hard length. Only pleasure. Only ecstasy. “I will command, you will follow."

I couldn't find the words to reply, I could only whimper like an animal eager for more.

She came over me then, moving her hips, pulling back marginally before plowing inside me once again.

I could only pant, beg for more with mewling moans. She grabbed me by the hair, pulling me against her knot, her teeth raking against my neck.

I gasped for breath as she bit me, the teeth sinking into my flesh, drawing blood, uncovering sensations I had never knew. My flesh burned in near ecstasy, blissful heresy. I could feel her wrecking more than my body, thrusting into my soul.

My back arched as a bestial scream tore from my throat. The knot forcing its way inside my stretched pussy, sending waves of fiery pleasure ripping through my womb and clitoris.

I had given in. Perspiration dripped from my forehead, coated our body. My juices flowed from my pussy, my nerves rioting with the need for orgasm.

“Let me guide you, Diane." Her voice tempted me, teased me. “Let me show you the taint of chaos." Her thrusts increased in intensity, overwhelming my senses as pleasure crashed through my system.

“Goddess yes," I screamed. “You bastard! I'll kill you, Michelle."

“Kill me?" She groaned, her voice a fierce, triumphant growl. “You will be my breeding slut!"

It was dominance in its most primal form. It was a claiming. A demand for submission that I had no choice but to answer.

She reached one hand to my ass, caressing it and plunging two fingers deep inside my tight, gripping ass as she thrust hard and deep in my aching pussy.

Stars exploded behind my closed eyes, this was lust in its rawest form. It was wild, primal, animalistic. Her bestial cock speared into my pussy ass as her fingers fucked my ass, driving me higher as pleasure exploded across my senses.

Her orgasm ripped through me, flooded my womb with her corrupt seed. My cunt tightened around her cock as if it was hungry for the evil seed that now filled my body, milking it as I was flung into debauched bliss, worries and cares vanishing into a world of light, of rapture.

“Good girl, so hot and fertile," Michelle purred.

I came back to earth slowly, shivering beneath her hard body as she stroked my stomach and whispered wickedly in her ear.

I couldn't believe I'd done it! I was actually pregnant with another woman's seed. I felt so utterly dirty, forever tainted by what had transpired here, but it also felt strangely good. I couldn't stop dreaming about my pregnancy, my husband would raise all our kids, and there would be many, without ever knowing how weak was his seed.