Cambion conception
The cold air emanated from within the dark room, the room going silent. Azazel took a moment to catch his breath, his throat a bit burnt after the fight, his wings lightly flapping as he fluttered down to the floor. He looked up, his blood red eyes widening a bit at the sight of the dark, ominous doorway. He had seen this room once before, it wasn’t beyond him what its purpose was. He approached it cautiously, walking over the trap door before stepping inside. Two fires lit the room, burning to the left and right of a solid granite statue. It was beyond detailed, chiseled to near perfection with every detail being lifelike, almost as if it was alive. The satanic, all too familiar figure sat upon a large stone, Azazel shivering as he felt an unholy presence fill the room. In front of the statue was an offering, a deal of sorts, something for him to have…At a price. On the floor was a pulsating organ, a living red womb outside it’s host. Though no one could guess where it had come from, it was certainly not natural. It had a dark red tone to it, a blood red color covering the inside and out, the two cords from the top and bottom seemingly sliced off. Beneath it lie a few carved figures into the rock, etched a few centimeters into the ground. Three hearts had been carved into the ground, seemingly a “price” for the object at offer. He had taken one of these deals before, only once, but it had happened. It wasn’t the most…pleasant experience, but he had to admit that it turned out well before. He reached a hand forward, his hand going down and touching the womb, wrapping both around the bottom and lifting it off the ground. The moment it left the floor, it would immediately glow a bright red, burning his hands in turn. Azazel let out a quiet hiss in pain, but before he could drop it, the womb quickly vanished, sinking away into a dark red fade right where it once was. There was a sharp jabbing pain in his chest, his heart burning as he felt a flash of burning pain. It was only a few moments, but he practically had a panic attack, his mind in a race as he felt…Weakened. It wouldn’t be long before something else unpleasant would begin its dark magic, for little did the demon know he had made a big, big mistake. Azazel let out a sharp gasp, a sudden burning feeling encompassing his insides. He felt his stomach burn and pulse, his gut feeling as if it was turning inside out. He felt the need to vomit, gasping as his arms went down and clutched his middle, beginning to heave as the pain intensified. The pain built up as he felt his…Nether area, begin to drip. He would have turned red, if his face was not already a bright red from the heat and pain. He had to sit down, lying back as the last of the changes began to take place. Azazel looked down, spotting a few drops of red in between his legs. He was bleeding, his insides having changed completely as a small little stream of blood came out.  The pain finally began to subside as whatever remained of his old stomach finally came out, nothing more than a small puddle of red. He crawled out of the room, feeling sick to his “stomach”, not realizing that once he left, the doorway had vanished in a puff of smoke, disappearing without a trace. He held his midsection as he started to feel a little better, his insides still pulsing with pain, his head spinning from the ordeal. He waited a minute before feeling good enough again before jumping down the trap door, into the unknown depths below… It was another 3 minutes later; the catacombs having been cleaned out. There was a sweeping quiet throughout the whole floor, save for a single room. The boss door was sealed shut, however, if one was to sit outside the room, they could hear chaos going on from within. Inside the room, Azazel had been fighting against the wretched, the rotting creature brimming with spiders nearly burnt to a crisp. The demon’s wings fluttered rapidly, flying right to left as he saw bullets fly past. His throat burned, his next blast firing as he prepared to finish off the beast. Before he could get his last shot in, the massive arachnid fired out one last ring, one of the bullets flying straight into his stomach. As the pain of the acidic shot began to settle in, he fired his last brimstone shot, the laser flying right through. The beam tore through its flesh, destroying its body in one and leaving it a smoldering bloodied mush of flesh. He took a moment to catch his breath, a trail of blood rolling across his skin as a burning sensation was left from the shot. It would heal soon enough, only lasting a few moments, but that wasn’t what worried him. *Guuuuurgle…* His stomach let out a disconcerting groan, his left hand rubbing it slightly as a pressure slowly began to build. Unlike last time, no door had opened. Of course, after what had happened, he was quite sure he wanted to take another. His stomach groaned once again, before the pressure built further, the demonic male beginning to feel a bit nauseous as he started to feel a little full. He passed it off as his mind, before hopping down to trapdoor, once more entering the unknown. As he blasted his way through room after room, clearing out everything in sight, the full feeling slowly grew. His insides felt as if they were being stretched, finally causing him to stop and see what was wrong. His eyes widened once he saw what was wrong. His stomach was bloated, pressing a couple inches out. No wonder why he felt so stuffed, but he still didn’t know why. He touched it, shivering as it felt quite sensitive. It was firm with little give, as well as being much warmer than the rest of him. As he went on to enter the next room, he felt nauseas yet again as his stomach let out another low growl. *Grrroooooaaan…* He winced, placing a hand back onto his belly. Although at first, he felt nothing, but soon he felt something that made his heart race. He felt it press back, his stomach pushing out against his hand. His skin was slowly stretched out, his stomach becoming more and more full as it grew. He felt his body burn up, his face flushing red as he slumped down onto the ground. As it swelled out, he pressed both hands onto it, softly rubbing in an attempt to lessen the sickening feeling. Although it did make him feel a little better, the worst was yet to come. As he rubbed it, he began to feel something press back. His heart sank, his fear having been realized as his womb pushed out another couple inches, now looking somewhere in the midterm. His corrupt womb began to flutter with life, his body burning hot as his legs twitched out of fear. He started to wonder; how was it supposed to get out? He had no female parts for giving birth, and his body hadn’t accommodated the pregnancy in any way. *Guuuuuuuurrrrrrglllle…* His insides felt like they were turning inside out, a sickly feeling wrapping over him as the urge to heave returned. His womb swelled out, growing rounder and tighter, inch by inch. He could feel something pressing against his innards, pushing back as it filled. Beads of sweat rolled down his face as his body burned up, the tight pressure in his belly burning him up from within. He was nearing full term, his gravid stomach weighing down on him as he squirmed on the rough, cold, hard rock floor. His skin tightened as every inch stretched his taut, firm midsection, small droplets of hot liquid beginning to drip from his ass once again. He resisted the urge to vomit, the pain growing slowly as his womb tightened, swelling slowly and growing rounder and fuller. As it grew, small little lumps began to form along the surface of his tight skin, the bumps slowly becoming more defined as his womb filled. He felt his eyes well up in pain, his ass beginning to burn as he felt a soft gush of fluids pour out. His womb was now blocking half of his front view, distending further out as it stretched further into the air. Now a gravid misshapen sphere, the small lumps grew bigger, the pregnant demon now feeling well beyond full. The pain was agonizing, the burning feeling of his inner walls being pressed against spreading down to his cock and rear as thick fluids released themselves through his ass. Something was slowly working its way out, pushing fluids out with it. He slowly began to spread his legs, weeping as he felt his anus stretch out a little more, his hole bulging as another gush of red hot liquid came pouring out. His stomach rose up above him, a nearly beach ball sized mass quivering above him. He slowly spread his legs a little more, silently weeping as he felt the urge to push arise. And so, he did. He began to push, his womb and anal canal wrapped in a hot burning pain. His ass had already bulged out a bit, but the feeling of something beginning to pass down was a sign that something was most definitely coming. He continued to push, something coming closer and closer, until finally...Something came out, with a slimy wet pop! An egg half covered in blood rolled out of him, a spider egg. It was much bigger than a normal egg, roughly as big as his palms. It wasn’t long before another popped out, followed by another, Azazel grunting and whining as each one lessened the pressure within his stomach. Eggs came spilling out, pooling onto the floor in front of him in a small puddle of blood. He gasped as they kept coming and coming…His insides still throbbing in burning pain from the pressure and feeling. After a rough 3 minutes, he finally pushed the last one out, panting as he felt the pressure finally leave him. No more eggs, nothing left to birth. All of the eggs softly began to shake, before bursting open, tiny spiders scattering across the entire room. The floor was covered in black little arachnids for a few moments until they finally cleared, the room once again safe to stand in. He finally got up after gathering his energy, looking on into the next room with a glance of worry, not knowing just how much was left. Ultimately there was only one way to go, which was into the next room.