The Tide of Rot

Hello fellow readers. This is the sixth installment of the story, it happens right after the end of the previous chapter.

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A candle barely illuminated the solitary cell, but the nun's eyes made up for that, a fire of mad hope lighting them when Mara understood what she just heard. Locking the door, the women whispered in a conspiratorial tone:

"Tell me more!"

"I had a visitor this night. From the outside." Isabella held a pause for dramatic effect. "A messenger from another world, promising freedom and salvation."

"An angel?" The nun asked, not really getting where this is going.

"Yes, an angel. She showed me things I could not even dream of..." Mentioning undead sex did not seem wise, but appealing to religious figures might help.

"Okay, and what did she say? What did 'she' look like?" The nun was skeptical - Isabella seemed like the least worthy person in the whole monastery to be visited by a herald of God. Is this whole story a cover-up for an insidious plan to get out of this cell?

But something changed in the prisoner - gone was the arrogant attitude, the half-sneering tone of every word. Isabella seemed disheveled, and her eyes were aflame, glaring intensely in the flickering candlelight. She saw something unexpected in these eyes - belief and conviction. A desperate, mad part of her mind dared to hope that there might actually be a way out of this nightmare, an angel offering salvation...

"Her beauty is beyond description... As for the message, she will say it better than I ever could."

The nun contemplated, thoughts jumping between desperate hope and healthy skepticism. In the end, she decided to give this lunacy a shot - she will lock Isabella just in case, so the worst possible outcome she can think of is making a fool of herself. Clueless about the much, much more horrible reality, she closed the door to the hallway, making sure no one could see her embarrassment if the whole thing turned out to be a ruse.

The human knew that as soon as Mara met Alea, all questions would be answered. Unnoticed by the doubtful nun, she slid on the ring, quickly asking her new mistress to come in. To her immense relief, the elf instantly agreed, sensing an opportunity to dominate another mind. Rushing through the opulent mansion, the mage randomly grabbed a silver bracelet incrusted with gems - she was confident that the same trick could work the second time.

Isabella stayed in the cell, almost running in circles out of excitement of basking in the elven magic aura again. The wait dragged on for minutes, anxiety becoming almost palpable in the air. The heavy silence ended with scrapping sounds as one of the walls slid aside, revealing a naked figure.

Mara subconsciously expected a winged maiden of untold beauty, but only half of her expectations came true. There was no sign of wings as the new arrival entered the hallway, but when she finally came into the light, the nun gasped at the sight of an inhumanly gorgeous face. The flawless, smooth skin glowed in the darkness as the divine beauty approached the dumbstruck nun, reaching out with her hand to give a blessing.

The servant of the church kneeled, shivering at the sensation of soft fingers grazing her forehead. The graceful hand lingered, cupping the woman's cheek and gently tugging her upwards, so in a moment Mara stood eyes-to-eyes with the angel. The sheer darkness of her eyes mesmerized the weak-willed nun as Alea's magic aura of corruption started eroding another victim.

"Isabella has not mentioned how beautiful you are," their faces were so close Mara could feel the breath coming on her cheeks with these words. It was cold - not in a biting way, but like a cool breeze bringing freshness. The girl was smitten by the ethereal appearance, melodic voice, and sweet scent of the holy messenger.

Needy whining from behind the door reminded them about the noble daughter. The elf guided her new worshipper to the cell, and as soon as the door was unlatched, the flustered prisoner rushed to them, immediately pulling both women into a wide embrace. To Mara's immense shock, the women embraced each other like old lovers! She could not help but stare at their sloppy make-out session, strange feelings coursing through her mind. It was just like when she and other nuns escaped in the capital and got drunk in the tavern, and then there was a guy...

"Fancy a kiss?" Alea interrupted her thoughts, and without giving the shocked nun even an opportunity to reply the thick black lips locked with Mara's modest kissers. The drooling, slimy muscle slipped into the human's mouth - not like it had to overcome any resistance. Overwhelmed by the angel's lewd attitude, the woman allowed herself to be carried away by the unfamiliar but pleasant sensations of the messy smooching.

This was the first time Mara experienced such a wonderful embrace, and she did not want it to end - the soft elven lips felt heavenly, and the sloppy dance of their tongues filled her body with heat. Two snow-white palms rested firmly over her perky breasts, gently massaging them, making the fabric of her habit rub against two diamond-hard nipples.

"It will be much better if no clothes separate us," the elf whispered into her ear and gave it a lick, making Mara tremble. A pair of not-so-pale hands tugged at her garb - it turned out Isabella already disrobed, leaving the nun the only non-naked party of the threesome. Strangely embarrassed, she helped the noble and in a moment was shivering from the cool air of the room.

Before Alea's arrival, the nun's mind was full of questions and requests to the supposed angel, but now it was a mess of lust and desire. The isolated cell turned into a den of lesbian indulgence as she was caressed by both women. Four hands groped, and teased the tender flesh - Alea renewed their kiss with doubled passion, her nimble fingers pinching the rigid nipples while Isabella slowly found her way down between the closed legs.

The lady gently moved Mara's thighs to get access to the ultimate prize - her quivering slit, glistening with arousal. The prisoner and the guard switched roles as the nun was trapped in blissful oblivion, and Isabella wanted to make sure it stayed this way. She kneeled and licked the sopping womanhood, then again and again - the room quickly was filled with slurping sounds as she ate the nun's cunt. The perverted lady was no stranger to sapphic sex - in her brothel days she had all kinds of fun with other girls, so she masterfully pleasured the virgin pussy, showing new delights to the no longer innocent maiden.

"So this is what paradise is like," Mara thought - she half-heartedly tried to cover her vagina, but dropped even this pretense of modesty when the hot tongue started lapping at her love hole. She even spread her shapely thighs wider to give Isabella more space and dared to reach out and put one palm on the angel's swaying breasts. Alea cooed and eagerly pushed her tits to be groped.

All this stimulation was too much for the inexperienced cleric - Isabella's gentle teasing of her oversensitive clit made her cum in no time, spraying her lover's face with hot juices. Mara's mind was wiped clean, drowned in pure, undiluted pleasure. She almost regretted coming back to her senses - almost, but the sight of her partners in sin made the corrupted nun smile. The pale woman returned it, making the room brighter.

"We jumped right into action without proper introduction, but I hardly regret it. I am Alea, and I've heard about you already from this cute morsel," - she playfully slapped Isabella's butt. They sat on the bed, three naked figures clinging to each other as the newest arrival continued in her otherworldly beautiful voice:

"I have several humble requests to you, and there will be a great reward for you in the end - ascension to divinity at my side! You will be eternally young and beautiful, and your life will be full of joy for centuries to come. What will you say?" She asked with a sly smile, already knowing the answer.

Isabella nodded so vigorously that she almost fell from the bed. Mara looked at the angel with big puppy eyes, unable to believe her luck - just yesterday she was trembling in fear, expecting the army of darkness to consume them all, but now she was offered eternity in paradise! She smiled and nodded too, eager to listen to the melodic voice of the gorgeous woman.

"I am so proud of you, brave souls!" Alea purred, pulling them even closer. The noble daughter was conditioned enough to carry out any orders, but the nun only started her way to damnation and could still get off the hook. The elf decided to give them something more potent, infused with the essence of black magic... A drop of inky liquid appeared on her nipple and slid down, leaving a visible trail on the alabaster skin.

"I have a present for you, a promise of what awaits you at the end of this pact," she purred, gathering the tasty treat with a finger and smearing it on the pouty dark lips. Two quick kisses teased her minions, promising so much more as elegant elven hands raised the voluminous breasts, shaking them suggestively.

Isabella vividly remembered the delicious drink from her dream and hastily engulfed the lactating nipple. At first hesitant, Mara looked at her companion hungrily swallowing one mouthful after another, and decided to join the party. Everything that happened for the last couple of minutes felt like an insane dream, but she reasoned that if Alea encouraged this form of communion, who was she to deny it?

A hot mouth carefully inhaled the second nipple, and in a moment the tongue was pressed against the swollen fleshy knob. Several drops of gooey treat oozed into the waiting maw - it tasted like a slightly spiced honey syrup, but Mara had difficulty putting her finger on the exact undertone, so she coaxed more of it. One gulp followed another but the exact flavor still eluded her, but one thing was undeniable - she never drank anything better in her whole life. Accompanied by quiet coos and encouragements from Alea, their loud sucking and swallowing filled the secluded room.

The cursed mother sat leisurely, purring from the exquisite stimulation of her nipples. Less than an hour ago her rotting spawn was feeding from them, but the soft human lips were much nicer than his chitinous orifice. She placed a hand on each head, pulling them closer against her bosom, and purred in pleasure. Allowing them to drink too much might result in visible signs of corruption, but for now, the elf enjoyed her swollen breasts getting drained.

She had to stop them eventually, pulling both into a wet three-way kiss to clean the mess they made. The human faces were red, their breath fast and rugged, pussies leaking profusely - the effect of the milk was apparent. Now was the time to put the bracelet on - by now Mara will gladly accept anything coming from her new goddess.

"I have a special gift for you, a mark - I already gave the same to Isabella, now all of us will be even closer," she carefully put the accessory on the trembling human arm, sealing the nun's fate with a loud click. The flow of the heavenly voice was broken by the harsh sound of the word "BOND" in the language of the dead as she created another magic chain, connecting herself with the girl.

"I must return outside to finish your initiation. Do not worry, I will speak to you very soon, child. Everything you saw was merely a warm-up for the real blessing." She grinned, thinking about the corpses she can fuck back at the camp and share the sensations with Mara and Isabella. The dark gaze stopped on the nun's heaving breasts, specifically on the seven-pointed star symbol hanging between the petite mounds on a necklace.

"I trust you all wear the symbols of faith at all times? Including your abbess?"

"Yes..." The question seemed to come out of nowhere, but the panting woman saved enough presence of the mind to answer it.

"Splendid. I leave you to each other company for some time, I need to prepare a proper welcoming gift for our new sister." A pair of disappointed whimpers followed as the 'angel' left, their gazes lingering on her round, swaying buttocks until the stone wall slid into place, hiding the secret passage once more. Shaping a new plan, she rushed back to the army of undead.

Back in the isolated cell, the girls entertained themselves by licking off the remaining drops of black milk from each other's bodies. The cleaning session casually transformed into heated kissing, then groping as two naked beauties writhed on the simple bed. Their sapphic tryst came to an abrupt stop when the familiar voice rang in both heads:

"Hope you are still where I left you." Mara jumped in surprise, but her partner was calm, seemingly even smiling in anticipation as Alea continued:

"Focus on my voice, concentrate on it, let yourselves go..." The flustered nun watched as her lover closed her eyes without a hint of hesitation, moans passionately as her mind wandered. "Isabella knows what is happening and she is okay with it, seems safe to follow the voice."

It took a moment to get used to the new perspective, and wrap one's mind around the idea of watching through another's eyes. The elf was sitting on a bed, her ample tush squished against soft silk. She noticed lots of stains on the blanket, with dark spots covering most of its surface. A delightfully sweet aroma hung in the air, with a slight musky pang to it - she found it very pleasant and relaxing.

"They told you about the army of monsters, the ravenous dead who want to destroy all life," the melodic voice rang in her ears again, "Ignorance breeds fear. These poor creatures are harmless, they want to be comforted and reminded of being alive." The humans listened with jaws hanging, both minds clouded after ingesting so much corrupting essence.

"Do you know what separates living beings from inanimate objects? Ability to create new life. In this regard, my friends are as lively as anyone else." Mara was confused by these words - undead creating new life? How exactly?

"Bear with me as I help one of these suffering souls, give him the warmth of love, because the true God smiles at all creations, regardless of their heart beating or not." The nun found herself nodding - if Alea was speaking the truth, it made sense that everyone was worthy of the divine sympathy, and it was the angel's right to deliver it.

"Yes, please show us!" Isabella's voice was trembling with anticipation, and it did not escape Mara's attention that back in the room her companion placed her hand between her luscious legs, slowly stroking the wet womanhood. The sounds of door opening at Alea's place pulled the women's senses back to the corpse-infested city.

A tall, humanoid figure entered the room, its posture unnatural, as if the spine was twisted. His slimy, sickly gray skin was covered with multiple protruding pustules leaking thick pus as he moved towards the crooning elf with surprising speed. Up close, the rotten protrusions seemed to pulse - something was visibly moving in every cyst. As they watched, one of the boils let out a stream of yellow filth full of swarming maggots.

Alea smiled and lifted her gaze, revealing his grotesque visage. No eyes or nose were present, the whole face oval was replaced with a massive circular maw, full of rows of jagged brown teeth. A long tongue slithered out of his wide gullet and wiggled its way between a pair of black lips, filling the mouth with rancid froth. The sensations of the vile kiss flooded the human minds, transformed into heavenly taste by their tainted senses.

At first, Mara was horrified by the pustule-ridden cadaver, but both her companions were calm and composed so she decided against showing any hints of fear. Now, after the monster demonstrated his friendly intent, she became curious - was he sentient? Surely he had to have some mental capacity to appreciate the striking beauty in front of him.

Two deformed hands landed on the naked shoulders, gently massaging the white skin, and slowly traveled below, stopping when he touched Alea's breasts. The creature growled with approval and started groping her tits in earnest, grabbing handfuls of pliable flesh, sending constant jolts of pleasure through her body every time he brushed her hard nipples. The constant cycle of birth and breastfeeding did not let her unaffected, by now her udders grew so big they generously spilled between the gray fingers mercilessly mauling them.

The couple enjoyed the perverse make-out session, getting hornier by the minute. The cursed woman placed her hands on the corpse's chest, enjoying the warmth of endless decay and wriggling of maggots under her palms, but she wanted more. She grabbed his rigid manhood, exploding a putrid pustule on her way down, and stroked it. The organ was covered in more cysts than the rest of his carcass, with long, wriggling worms dangling from them. As Alea stroked it she could not help but moan in anticipation of how they will wiggle and squirm again tender walls of her pussy.

Her excitement was transferred to the spectators, making Isabella groan as she fingered her own drooling cunt, trying to reproduce at least a weak imitation of what their new mistress was about to experience. Mara hesitantly joined her, clumsily stroking her wet sex - the nun succumbed to the perverse stimulation flooding her mind, nothing in this situation felt wrong to her now.

The bed creaked when Alea found the resolve to let go of his magnificent cock and move to the main course. Laying on her back, the aroused brood mother spread her legs invitingly, her tight hole quivering in anticipation. To the great joy of their undead mates, elven pussies never became loose despite non-stop copulation and frequent childbirth. The faceless abomination was about to test this tightness as he crawled over her, hoisting up her wide pale ass in the process.

The pustule-infested crotch pressed against her pristine white skin, the bloated testicles pulsing with a cruel parody of life-siring seed. The monster dragged his massive shaft up and down, teasing the soft womanly folds before plunging in. Alea's longing transferred to her minions, three minds now snared by the spell of depraved lust.

In one smooth stroke, he bottomed out, inches of rotten meat ramming their way deep into the hot love tunnel. If Mara had not locked the entrance to the hallway, two synchronous throaty moans certainly would have alerted other nuns as the sensations of unnatural mating washed over the humans like a tide. It was followed by the gleeful squirming of plump maggots jutting from the foul organ, making them groan and whimper in pleasure as the vermin slathered the elf's insides with filth, coiling against the hypersensitive flesh.

Alea panted and nodded, encouraging him to continue, and she did not have to ask twice. The disfigured dick rose and fell, knocking at her womb with every push. Loud slapping filled the room as he pounded the writhing woman, several pustules exploding from the intensity of their rutting, smearing the show-white thighs with yellow pus. The elf swayed her hips, trying to meet the forceful movements and impale herself even deeper, growling in the animalistic desire to mate. The creature added his own bubbling gurgles to the symphony of their copulation.

Back in the castle both women dropped any pretense of modesty and plunged their fingers into the sopping holes, shlicking fervently in an attempt to recreate a fraction of the ecstatic bliss flooding their heads. But this was a poor imitation of the girthy cock stretching the elven cunt to its limit, not to speak about extra stimulation from the worms.

The bed cracked steadily now as Alea took the festering shaft like a champion, moaning and pleading for more. Any sounds coming from her lush lips were cut short when the carcass put his maw over her gorgeous features, taking the whole face between his oversized jaws. It looked like he half swallowed her head, but the teeth did not go for a chomp, just touching the pristine skin as his tongue once again slithered its way into her welcoming mouth.