Chapter 94: Chapter 94: March of the Father’s Brood
The dawn broke sickly over Vireya.
The Milk River, once white with purity, now churned with semen, blood, and the cries of newborn spawn. Its banks overflowed with afterbirth and broken vines. The trees drooped low, bark peeling, as if ashamed to witness what had been birthed beneath their branches.
From the Temple Under Root came Kaito, cock still glistening, his body radiating a heat so thick the air wavered around him. Behind him shuffled his harem, their thighs still trembling, their wombs stretched and leaking. Each step they took left trails of milk, cum, and blood in the mud, as though the world itself had become a record of his fucking.
But it wasn’t only them.
The brood came too.
Dozens of spawn—some crawling like infants, others walking on malformed limbs, others floating with translucent wings that buzzed with semen-slicked light. Their cries were not cries of helplessness, but demands: "More. More, Father. More wombs. More throats. More flesh to feed us."
Kaori walked first among the mothers, her tits swollen, dripping endlessly. Her hair clung to her face, eyes glazed but proud. In her arms, a child of molten skin clung to her nipple, sucking greedily. Her other hand rubbed her still-gaping cunt as though to coax the next one out. "They’re hungry," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Always hungry. Just like you."
Nyxa was a shadow beside her, her demon-child gnawing at her breast, its teeth sharp enough to draw blood. She moaned with each bite, her cunt drooling dark ichor down her thighs. "They’ll feed on me until I’m nothing but a shell—and I’ll thank you, Father, for hollowing me out." Her free hand stroked Kaito’s cock as they walked, smearing his dripping seed across her lips before licking it up.
The Oracle came last, half-carried by her serpent-spawn. Her blind eyes rolled, her body limp, yet every breath she took was a moan. "They’re not children. They’re beginnings. They’ll rip the world apart until only you remain..."
Kaito led them all down the riverbank, toward the villages of Vireya. Smoke curled in the distance—rebel encampments, their milkmaid warriors sharpening blades, tightening armor, praying to the husk of the First Goddess.
The brood stirred at the sight. They smelled wombs. They smelled milk. They smelled fear.
"Father..." hissed one winged spawn, its mouth dripping with fluid. "Feed us. Break them. Open them."
Kaori pressed closer, her voice a shiver. "Kaito... let us show them. Let the rebels see what you’ve done to us. Let them see what waits for their cunts."
Nyxa laughed, biting his shoulder hard enough to leave teeth-marks. "Make the Milkmaids watch their sacred river become a breeding pit. Make them hear us scream your name while your seed floods their rebellion."
Kaito didn’t answer with words. His cock throbbed, glowing faintly, heat dripping from it like lava. The brood screamed louder, their cries echoing across the valley like the wails of a thousand infants. The rebels turned their heads toward the sound, confusion breaking into dread.
The Milk River surged behind him, rising unnaturally, carrying with it broken shells of the Egg, streams of white seed glowing under the sun. The current seemed alive, dragging itself toward the rebel camp.
Kaito raised his hand. His voice rolled like thunder.
"Come. My children. My wives. Let the rebellion learn what Father’s warmth truly is."
The brood shrieked, a chorus of hunger, and surged forward with him.
The march had begun.
The rebel camp of the Milkmaids was already uneasy.
Drums had pounded all night, a hollow rhythm of defiance, but when dawn came, the beat faltered. They smelled it before they saw it. A stench of milk turned sour, of semen curdling in the heat, of something more primal than death.
The first scream came from the riverbank.
A scout cried out, blade raised—then was dragged under by a pale, webbed hand. The water boiled with translucent shapes, the spawn clambering over one another, eyes glowing, mouths gaping. The scout reappeared, but not as herself—her pussy already stretched wide around a squirming larva, her womb bulging, her scream muffled as one spawn clawed into her throat. She fell twitching, milk spraying from her tits as the brood hollowed her body.
The camp erupted.
Milkmaid rebels rushed to the barricades, udders bound with iron chains to keep them from dripping. Their swords flashed in the early light. But for every blade that swung, three spawn leapt upon them—slippery, wet, shrieking "Father!" as they clawed holes in armor and forced themselves into flesh.
And then the women saw him.
Kaito emerged through the haze, Kaori and Nyxa at his sides, the Oracle behind him, all three leaking, their bodies broken yet radiant with devotion. His cock swung heavy, steaming, seed dripping like molten fire.
The rebels faltered. Their leader, a towering milkmaid with horns of ivory, spat to the ground.
"Warmth-bearer! You defile the river! This rebellion will cut the cock from your body and free our wombs from your filth!"
Her words were bold. Her voice was steel.
But when Kaito stepped forward, his brood swarming around him like a living tide, her courage cracked.
Kaori lifted her swollen tits and sprayed milk across the battlefield, the liquid sizzling where it fell. "See us," she moaned, "see what he’s done to us. We are not broken—we are perfected."
Nyxa laughed, black ichor dripping from her thighs as her demon-child gnawed her breast. "Your swords are useless. Your cunts are already his. Watch. Listen." She spread her cunt with two fingers, letting a stream of cum spatter the dirt.
The Oracle raised her arms, vines slithering across her skin. Her blind eyes glowed. "Your prophecy is ash. Father’s cock has written a new scripture. It begins in your wombs, and ends with your screams."
The brood surged.
Spawn leapt onto rebels, prying thighs open, ramming themselves into holes slick with forced wetness. Some rebels resisted, slashing, stabbing, but each cut only released more seed, more slime. Spawn bled white, not red, and every drop crawled on its own, seeking a womb.
The horned leader swung her blade at Kaito. Steel met his aura—and shattered like glass. He caught her wrist in one hand, cock pressing to her belly, heat searing through her armor. Her breath hitched. Her eyes widened as her womb spasmed in recognition.
"You think you lead them?" Kaito growled, pressing harder. "No. You were always mine. Just like your river. Just like your daughters."
Her body betrayed her. Milk spurted from her tits. Her knees buckled. She moaned despite her fury.
Behind her, her soldiers fell one by one—writhing on the ground, bellies swelling, mouths stuffed with spawn, eyes rolling back as they cried not in rebellion, but in submission. The camp drowned in squelches, in screams, in moans.
Kaito bent the leader backward, his cock burning against her cunt through torn armor.
"Watch your rebellion die. Then I’ll fuck its ashes into you."
The brood screamed in unison, a chorus of Father’s triumph.
The horned leader’s breath came in ragged bursts, her body trembling as Kaito bent her backward over a shattered altar stone. Her blade lay in shards at her side, useless as her womb spasmed beneath his cock’s heat.
"Fight me," he growled, pressing harder. "Show your soldiers how strong you are."
Her teeth clenched, eyes burning. "I... will never... bend—"
Her defiance broke with a scream as his cock pushed against her armored cunt, heat searing through steel, melting it into dripping slag. Her armor gave way, exposing her hairy slit, already wet despite her words.
Around them, the battlefield was lost. The brood had overrun the camp. Rebels lay pinned, thighs spread, bellies swelling with spawn that writhed visibly beneath their skin. Milk and semen flooded the dirt, drowning the fires of their resistance. Every moan that rose made the surviving rebels falter, their swords slipping from trembling hands.
Kaori straddled a captured milkmaid, tits spraying over the woman’s face as she moaned, "Drink it... taste Father’s gift..." Her own cunt twitched open, seed spilling out, proof of her endless ruin.
Nyxa rode atop another, black ichor dripping as her demon-child licked her nipple. She laughed wildly. "You wanted freedom? This is it—freedom from choice, freedom from will. Just Father’s cock inside you until nothing else exists."
The Oracle lay spread upon vines that pulsed like wombs, her serpent-spawn slithering into the mouths and pussies of captives, binding them with prophecy. "He writes the future inside you," she whispered, blind eyes glowing. "You will give birth to screams that will never end."
The horned leader cried out again as Kaito tore the last of her armor away. Her body was glorious—thick thighs, swollen tits, veins pulsing with milk and fury. But her cunt betrayed her, hair matted with wetness, lips gaping as if begging to be filled.
"You are mine," Kaito rumbled, cock pressing against her slit. "Your rebellion ends in your womb."
She tried to spit in his face, but what left her lips was not saliva—it was a moan. Her hips bucked, her body shuddered. She wanted him. Hated herself for it. Needed him anyway.
Kaito slammed into her.
Her scream echoed across the camp, shattering the last fragile courage of her soldiers. Her cunt clenched tight, milking him, betraying her. Milk sprayed from her tits, drenching her chest, her soldiers, the dirt beneath her.
"Look at her!" Nyxa cried, riding another rebel’s face as spawn squirmed from her cunt into the captive’s mouth. "Your leader is nothing but a broodmare now!"
The rebels stared in horror—and then in despair—as their commander’s moans turned to cries of worship.
Kaito fucked her harder, each thrust shaking the ground, each thrust pushing his cock deeper into her womb until her belly bulged with its shape. "You will carry my army," he growled. "Your rebellion will give birth to its own erasure."
She sobbed, shaking her head, but her body betrayed her. Her legs wrapped around him, locking him inside. Her voice broke into a wail:
"F-Father...!"
Her soldiers fell with her. One by one, they dropped their blades, either collapsing under spawn that forced them open or tearing at their own clothes, thighs spread, begging to join her fate.
Kaito roared as he poured his seed into the horned leader, her belly swelling instantly, glowing white with his warmth. She screamed until her voice cracked, her tits spraying fountains of milk. Her soldiers echoed her cries, their own wombs filling as the brood claimed them.
The rebellion had ended not with steel, but with surrender—thousands of wombs opening in unison, thousands of cries begging for Father’s cock.
Kaito pulled free, his seed dripping from the leader’s ruined cunt. She lay trembling, eyes rolled back, belly twitching with fresh life. His cock still glistened, still hard, still ready.
He raised his voice, thundering across the ruined camp.
"You are not rebels. You are not free. You are my brood. My seed will shape your future. You exist only to feed me."
The soldiers—no, the mothers—screamed back, moaning his name, their pussies leaking, their bellies swelling.
And the brood swarmed over them, planting, breeding, filling.
The battlefield stank of sex, milk, and hot seed. The once-defiant rebel camp had become a breeding ground, its cries no longer of war but of endless surrender. The ground was soft with fluids, tents sagged under the weight of dripping wombs, and the very air thrummed with the rhythm of Father’s lust.
Kaito stood at the center, cock still glistening, chest rising with slow, controlled breaths. Around him, the captured rebels writhed in orgasmic ruin, their bellies swelling, their wombs conquered. The earth itself seemed to pulse in time with his heartbeat.
The horned leader lay on her knees before him, body trembling. Her hair was soaked with sweat, her tits still leaking in heavy streams, and her swollen belly pulsed with the life he had planted inside her. Her once-proud horns drooped, slick with milk, but her eyes... they had changed. No longer burning with rebellion—now glowing with devotion.
"Say it," Kaito commanded, gripping her chin.
She looked up at him, lips trembling, cunt dripping down her thighs. She whispered, then screamed, her voice breaking across the camp:
"I am yours... Father!"
The brood shrieked with ecstasy, their voices rising as one.
Kaito thrust his cock back into her mouth, making her choke on his length, her throat bulging, her tits spraying even harder. He fucked her face brutally, each thrust erasing more of her past, until her body shook in worship. When he pulled free, her mouth gaped open, drool and seed spilling down her chest.
"You are no longer a leader," he said, looming over her. "You are my broodmother. Your army is my brood now."
Her body convulsed, climaxing from his words alone, her pussy squirting as she collapsed to the ground, moaning like a broken hymn.
The brood took up the chant.
"Broodmother! Broodmother! Broodmother!"
One by one, the corrupted soldiers crawled to her, licking the seed from her cunt, pressing their swollen bellies against hers, marking her as their center. Her womb had become their altar.
Kaito spread his arms, voice booming like thunder:
"From this night, Vireya belongs to me. From this night, every womb is mine. You will march, not as rebels, but as mothers of my endless brood. Your milk will flood rivers. Your seed-swollen bellies will be the banners of my war. And your moans will be the only songs this land will ever know."
The soldiers screamed in unison, their voices no longer human, but the chorus of a brood bound to his cock.
Nyxa stood with black ichor dripping from her thighs, laughing madly. "See how quickly they fall, Father? Even the proudest bitch bends when your seed enters her womb."
Kaori pressed her leaking cunt against another captive’s face, grinding and moaning. "They were never warriors. They were always holes waiting for you to fill."
The Oracle raised her hands, blind eyes glowing white. "The rebellion is erased. The brood is eternal. The Father’s march cannot be stopped."
Kaito gripped the horned broodmother’s hair and pulled her head back, planting a kiss upon her lips. She moaned, weak and ruined, but smiling. Her eyes glowed with worship as his seed dripped endlessly from her gaping slit.
"Rise, broodmother," he commanded. "Lead my swarm into the Wet Empire. Spread my warmth across every cunt, every mouth, every womb. Let no pussy remain untouched."
She rose shakily, body trembling, but she obeyed. Her swollen belly glowed faintly, alive with spawn. She turned to her corrupted army and raised her milk-dripping hand.
"Brood, march!"
The moaning swarm surged forward, their chants echoing across the night. No longer rebels. No longer free. They were Father’s wombs, Father’s soldiers, Father’s endless march.
And with each step, the Milk River turned thicker, whiter, swelling with the flood of their surrender.