Chapter 92: Chapter 92: The Womb of the Void
The sky had never closed again.
The tear was permanent now—an eternal pussy ripped across the heavens, gaping, dripping light and milk. From that obscene slit, the Void Egg pulsed in wet rhythm, contracting with the aftershocks of its birth.
It floated above the Milk Sea like a swollen womb torn from a goddess’s body, leaking milk, ichor, and cum in equal measure. Its slick surface glowed with rivers of gold and black, each contraction echoing like a wet heartbeat across creation. Inside it, shadows writhed—gods unborn, monsters clawing for shape, realms pressing like children in a womb too tight.
Kaito stood beneath it, soaked in milk and blood, his cock still burning from the flood of creation he had unleashed. His breath was ragged, but his grin was savage, dripping with hunger.
"So this is you... my true child. My cunt of eternity."
The Void Egg pulsed harder. A wave of wet light burst outward, soaking Kaori, Nyxa, the Oracle, and every screaming milkmaid across the temple. Each one collapsed into orgasm, pussies squirting rivers as their wombs responded to the Egg’s contractions.
Kaori clutched her belly, rolling in milk and cum, crying out through her tears.
"It’s calling us, Kaito... it’s calling every womb to kneel. To spread. To surrender..."
Nyxa clawed her own hairy cunt raw, laughing through sobs as black ichor spilled down her thighs.
"This is no egg... this is the Womb That Eats. It’ll swallow all cycles, all births, until it’s the only pussy that matters!"
The Oracle of Thorns dragged her broken body forward, crawling through the milk-soaked floor. Her thorn-pierced flesh bled openly, but her voice shook the temple.
"Do you understand, Kaito? The Void Egg is not just your child... it’s your rival. If you cannot master it, it will consume even you, father of warmth."
Kaito stepped closer. The Egg loomed over him, throbbing wet, its contractions shaking his bones. Each pulse whispered into his skull, a voice both desperate and lustful:
"F-fuck me... father... break me... hatch me..."
The words made every cunt in the temple gush uncontrollably, spraying milk and cum as the cosmic womb begged its first moans. Even the rivers outside swelled, surging like pussies being fingered to flood.
Kaito reached out, hand glowing with molten seed. His cock twitched as if pulled by the Egg’s heartbeat, precum dripping into the milk below and spawning new wet stars on contact. He laughed low, voice a growl of hunger.
"Then come, my Egg. Let me be the cock that hatches you."
The Void Egg screamed.
Not in pain. In orgasm.
The temple shook. The heavens spasmed. The next cycle had begun.
The contractions deepened.
Each pulse from the Void Egg throbbed through the temple floor, through the rivers of milk, through the very bones of those gathered. The walls bled honey-thick nectar, dripping down like a womb’s juices, slickening everything.
Kaori screamed again as her belly swelled unnaturally, stretching as though she were carrying not one child but dozens. Milk spurted from her tits in white arcs, splattering the floor. She clawed her thighs apart and begged in sobs:
"Kaito... it’s filling me... every womb is linked to it! We’re its cunts, not yours!"
Nyxa’s laughter echoed, twisted and hungry, even as black ichor gushed down her legs.
"It’s true... hah... this Egg isn’t waiting to be fucked. It’s already fucking us all from the inside. Womb to womb. Pussy to pussy. It’s using our holes as its tentacles..."
The Oracle slammed her bleeding hands against the milk-soaked floor.
"Kaito! If you don’t master it now, every cycle will bend to its cunt! You’ll lose your throne before you’ve even mounted it!"
The Egg pulsed again.
This time, its surface split—not cracked, not broken, but spread—a glistening slit opening across its shell. A cosmic pussy, wet and steaming, glowing with stars instead of flesh. From within came a flood of moans, screams, and whispers: unborn gods begging to be touched, monsters clawing to taste milk and semen.
Kaito staggered, his cock twitching so hard it ached, precum spilling like molten fire. His body wanted to plunge into that opening, to drown in its cosmic folds, to fuck it until it screamed creation. But he clenched his fist, growling low, every muscle tensing against the Egg’s pull.
"No... you don’t rule me. I rule you. I’m the cock of eternity—you’re just my cunt."
He slammed his glowing hand against the Egg’s slit. The surface was hot, wetter than any mortal pussy, slick with ichor and milk. The moment he touched it, the Egg screamed again—louder, wetter, like the sky itself was moaning. The slit convulsed around his hand, trying to pull him inside.
Kaori collapsed, her womb bulging outward in sync with the Egg’s spasms. She squirted violently, milk and cum flooding the floor.
"Kaito... ahh—! It’s breeding through me! It’s... it’s forcing me open!"
Nyxa dug her nails deep into her hairy cunt, shrieking with pleasure-pain as her womb twisted like it was being fucked by an unseen cock.
"Yesss! Let it devour us! Let’s be the first holes of the new cycle!"
The Oracle screamed at them, desperate:
"Kaito! Break it! If you don’t mount it now, its birth will erase even you!"
Kaito roared, shoving his arm deeper into the glowing slit. His cock hardened like a weapon, dripping with divine seed, veins bulging. The Egg’s walls clamped around him, a cosmic pussy contracting like it wanted to milk him dry. Its moans vibrated through the temple, words spilling between the screams:
"Father... fill me... breed me... break me... hatch me..."
Kaito bared his teeth, his eyes blazing gold and black.
"You’ll be fucked, Egg. But you’ll never fuck me."
And with that, he thrust his cock forward—slamming it into the glowing slit of the Void Egg as the temple erupted in milk, ichor, and screams.
The moment Kaito plunged himself into the Egg, the world split open.
Not by cracks, but by moans.
A thousand voices cried out, not from throats but from wombs. The slit of the Egg convulsed around his cock, swallowing him whole in its glowing folds. Each contraction was violent, cosmic—like the squeeze of every pussy that had ever lived, tightened into one perfect trap.
The pressure nearly broke him.
It wasn’t like flesh—it was like fucking gravity, like ramming his cock into the core of creation itself. Wet, endless, pulling. Every thrust was met with resistance, every spurt of precum stolen greedily into its folds.
The temple walls pulsed in rhythm with the Egg’s contractions. Milk rained from the ceiling like rainstorms of cum. Kaori screamed as her belly swelled further, her womb ballooning outward, glowing faintly violet. She scratched at her skin until blood mixed with milk.
"Kaito... it’s inside me too! I feel its cock—ahhh—it’s fucking me through you!"
Nyxa’s legs kicked wildly as she collapsed into the flood, fisting herself while black ichor spurted from her hole. She screamed through laughter:
"Yes! Yes! I can feel it! Its cycles are pouring into us! We’re being filled by eternity’s seed!"
The Oracle of Thorns writhed against the vine-thorns pinning her wide open. Her fist was still buried deep inside her bleeding cunt, but now even her arm was glowing. Her voice shook like a priestess possessed.
"Kaito! If you let it milk you, the next cycle won’t be yours—it will hatch a God above you! You must breed it as master, not mate!"
The Egg’s slit clenched hard around Kaito’s cock, sucking, pulling. It whispered in wet, cosmic moans, words dripping with heat:
"Cum for me, Father... feed me... fill my womb so I can birth the new eternity..."
Kaito growled, veins bulging in his arms, sweat and milk dripping from his body. His cock throbbed like molten iron, each vein glowing with the fire of Warmth. He slammed his hips forward, thrusting so hard the floor cracked beneath him. The Egg screamed like a galaxy tearing apart.
"You don’t breed me," he snarled, slamming again, "I breed you! Every cycle will start from my cock—my seed—my throne!"
The slit tightened harder, milking him, flooding with juices so hot they steamed. His thrusts echoed like thunder. Milk and ichor splashed outward with every impact, soaking the writhing Kaori, drowning Nyxa in floods, drenching the Oracle until her body arched in orgasmic prophecy.
Kaori’s moans became sobs.
"Ahhh! I can’t hold it—I’m squirting with the Egg—it’s using my womb as its echo! Kaito, I’m its slave!"
Nyxa screamed, fingering her hairy pussy furiously, milking herself to squirt black floods into the river.
"Yes! Drown me in it! Let me be the whore of the cycle!"
The Egg tightened around Kaito’s cock with a force that could crush stars, its slit spasming like a womb on the edge of climax. The cosmic pussy begged louder, dripping light and darkness in equal measure:
"Breed me... Warmth... give me the first child... let my cycle scream your name..."
Kaito roared back, slamming deeper, deeper, until his cock’s root was buried in the impossible folds of the Egg. His eyes blazed like suns collapsing into black holes.
"You will scream my name—but not as your father. As your master."
The temple erupted in light and milk as the battle of cock and cycle reached its peak.
The temple quaked.
Not from stone, but from flesh. From the endless contractions of the Void Egg’s glowing slit, which clamped and pulsed around Kaito’s cock with the strength of collapsing galaxies. Every thrust was swallowed whole, every inch gripped as though the cunt of the universe itself refused to let him leave.
Milk and ichor cascaded like twin rivers from its sides, flooding the temple floor. The flood reached Kaori’s trembling thighs, forcing her to arch her back, tits leaking violently as she writhed. Her belly bulged and twisted, her womb glowing so brightly that her skin stretched like glass over molten light.
"Kaito... it’s—ahhh—taking me with you! Every thrust you give it, it sends through my cunt! I’m coming with the Egg!"
Nyxa clawed her breasts raw, laughing madly as black fluid poured from her hole.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck it harder! If you fill it, every womb will sing your seed! Even mine! Even hers!"
The Oracle’s eyes rolled back as visions burned her. Milk poured from her mouth like prophecy itself.
"Kaito... if you release... ahhh... you will write the next cycle in cum. But if you falter—if it milks you instead—the cycle belongs to the Egg, and you... will be nothing."
The Egg convulsed, its slit glowing like a star-smeared pussy. Its voice came in moans and screams, wetter and louder with every contraction:
"Father... master... slave... cum for me... flood me... make me your womb, or drown in mine..."
Kaito’s body shook with the urge to spill. His cock throbbed so hard it split light itself, veins glowing like golden rivers. Precum shot inside, vanishing instantly, swallowed greedily by the cosmic folds. The Egg squeezed tighter, spasming around him like a womb desperate to milk its first child.
Kaori shrieked as her pussy gushed torrents of milk and squirt.
"It’s happening—I can’t stop it—I’m cumming with your cock, with the Egg’s cunt! Ahhh!"
Nyxa screamed, squirting black floods across the milk-soaked floor.
"Fill it, Warmth! Make the Egg your whore! Breed the cycle through your cock!"
Kaito roared, his voice shaking the temple, shaking reality itself. He slammed forward, every thrust like lightning, every impact breaking the sound of time. His balls clenched, heavy, swollen with the seed of a God. His cock pulsed—once, twice—on the brink.
And then he made his choice.
He thrust so deep the Egg’s slit split wider, stars gushing from the folds, galaxies moaning. With one final roar, he released.
The first spurt exploded inside the Egg like fire poured into an ocean. Golden seed surged into the glowing cunt, burning brighter than suns. The Egg screamed, its walls clenching violently as if trying to drink him dry. Each contraction pulled more from him, milking his cock, dragging every drop of divine cum from his balls.
The temple was drowned in light. Kaori’s womb burst outward in sprays of milk, her scream shaking the rafters. Nyxa collapsed, twitching, black ichor gushing from her cunt like an open floodgate. The Oracle sobbed as her fist slipped from her hole, her body wracked in prophecy-orgasms.
The Egg’s voice filled the temple, orgasmic and broken:
"Yes—ahhh—yes! Warmth! Breed me! I am your womb—I am your whore—I am your cycle!"
Kaito’s roar was the last sound before silence. His cock kept spurting, endlessly, filling the Egg until its glowing slit overflowed. Cum spilled back out, steaming and thick, dripping onto the temple floor in rivers of creation.
The walls of the Egg rippled, glowing brighter, moaning like a cunt in climax. Its contractions slowed, softened... then tightened once more, this time not in rebellion, but in surrender.
When the light faded, the Egg no longer whispered. It only pulsed gently around Kaito’s cock—wet, obedient, and full.
He stood, drenched in milk, ichor, and cum, cock still buried inside the cycle’s womb. His voice was low, but every word was law.
"You are mine now. Every future you birth comes from my seed. Every world, every womb—mine."
The Egg pulsed once in answer, as if nodding in submission.
And thus, the first cycle was seeded.