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How unfortunate for the apprentice

To summon so unwisely the creature of clay

Without respecting the ritual

Tethering it to a soul so impure

As soon as it takes life

It escapes the womans control

Freed from the underworld

In an enormous body

Clay falls, eyes glows

An already corrupted urge

Shaking in terrorized anticipation

Her mind melting in obscene visions

Dripping in the shame of violation

Squelching noises in the darkness

Slammed her head the the wall

An imminent doom worst than death

To feed on life itself

It must consume

The tunic, ripped

As her forms are revealed

A beastly howl covers her cries

Mounted by the creature

Head, pinned down

It expandes itself in her

Forces her to open wide

To reach her womb so deep

Free to go, but craving more

Pushing back to take it all

Using herself to obtain the spell

Her mind and body, utterly fell

Feral instinct of submission

Subconscius surrender to pleasure

Lifeless and mindless intercourse

The inverted birth of a life anew

A pregnancy of magick

Feeds on her flesh, spawns of its own

Bitter tears and dark blood spats

As her abomination scurs the world

Slamming it's weight inside her

The unfortunate witch moans

While every hit in her

Starts to seal her fall

Dreaming of holy motherood

Weeping, dying, for her mistake

Now she will rot

Cuddling her abomination