The Milk Sea churned like a living thing, waves of white froth slamming against the shore in rhythm with Kaito's thrusts. Each time his cock plunged into another cunt, the whole battlefield seemed to quake, as if the world itself joined in their moans.
The milkmaids were lined in circles around him, their bodies slick with sweat, milk, and dripping nectar. They crawled, they begged, they clawed at each other for the chance to feel him inside. The air smelled of burnt honey, wet pussy, and molten seed.
Kaori lay sprawled across a broken pillar, her belly already glowing gold, twitching with the seed overflowing her womb. She moaned and reached down, spreading her cunt wide even as it leaked, begging for more. "Again… even if I break, fill me again… I want to feel it until I can't breathe."
Nyxa straddled Kaito's face, grinding her dripping pussy on his mouth as he thrust into another milkmaid beneath him. She screamed when his tongue speared her hole, licking up every drop of her nectar, sucking her clit until she nearly collapsed. Her nails raked bloody trails across his burning shoulders. "Yes—EAT me, my god—make even my shadow moan your name!"
The Oracle of Thorns lay writhing in the dirt, her cunt gaping and leaking molten seed, her voice still trembling in prophecy. "The sky… the sky moans with us… the stars will fall… the heavens themselves will spread for him…" Her blind eyes rolled back as another orgasm wracked her body, thorns piercing her skin deeper with every convulsion.
The milkmaids formed their holy rotation. Four at a time offered themselves, crawling on all fours, pussies dripping and spread open, mouths open wide for his molten seed. Each time he finished in one, another took her place, their moans never breaking the chant.
"Breed us. Burn us. Worship us with your cock."
The Son of Venom lay broken, watching with wide, trembling eyes. His grin was gone, replaced by awe and fear. "This… this isn't worship… this is conquest. He's not just filling holes—he's rewriting creation through them."
Above, the sky split open. Clouds twisted into shapes of writhing bodies, moaning in unison with the orgy below. Stars pulsed like swollen clits, light dripping like nectar across the heavens. The world itself seemed to be spreading, wet and trembling, to take Kaito's cock.
And Kaito—his golden eyes blazed as he roared into the Milk Sea, his cock buried deep inside another trembling milkmaid. "The heavens will moan louder than you all! I will make creation itself WET with my seed!"
The milkmaids screamed in chorus, squirting across the dirt, their wombs glowing like lanterns as his fire spread.
The ritual was no longer theirs. It belonged to him.
The battlefield was no longer a battlefield. It had become an altar of flesh and wetness. The Milk Sea hissed and boiled as if even the waves were masturbating to Kaito's thrusts. The air itself quivered like a pussy on the edge of orgasm.
He was no longer just a man in the middle of the rotation. He was the rotation, the axis, the cock that turned the world. Each milkmaid's womb became another orbit, each dripping cunt another sun.
Their screams layered into hymns.
"FILL US—"
"BREAK US—"
"MAKE US YOUR HEAVENS!"
The ground split open under them, not in destruction but in hunger. Cracks spread wide, glowing with golden light, oozing molten seed like lava. The soil itself had become fertile with his lust.
Above them, the constellations twisted. Once-proud hunters and lions bent their shining backs, spreading their starry thighs. The Orion Belt glistened like a dripping pussy, glowing and wet, begging to be fucked by light. The Milky Way spilled brighter than ever—Kaito's Milk River magnified across the heavens.
Nyxa, her thighs clamped around his head as he licked her swollen clit raw, lifted her hand toward the sky, her voice shaking. "He's not just fucking us—he's making the universe his harem!"
Kaori's cunt squelched loudly as he rammed into her again, her womb gushing and glowing with golden fire. She screamed, squirting so violently it splashed across other milkmaids. "The stars are moaning—look at them—they're ALL moaning for you, Kaito!"
And they were. The constellations didn't just shine—they pulsed, like pussies tightening around his cock. The sky itself was arching its back, begging to be filled.
The Oracle of Thorns convulsed in orgasm after orgasm, thorns tearing her flesh until she bled nectar and prophecy together. Her cracked lips moved in gasps. "Every hole… every star… every womb… creation itself is a cunt for him."
Kaito's roar thundered louder than stormclouds, his cock pistoning into another milkmaid while his tongue devoured Nyxa. His molten seed burst out of her womb in a flood, leaking down her thighs, splashing onto the ground until it steamed. His words came like fire.
"I will FUCK the sky itself! No star will shine without dripping for me!"
The heavens answered. Lightning cracked, not jagged but curved, shaped like a wet slit tearing across the firmament. Thunder moaned—low, deep, needy—like the first cry of a virgin stretched too wide.
The milkmaids fell into trance, their moans shaking the temple ruins. They didn't just want his cock anymore—they needed to be the holes through which the universe was remade. Their bodies were conduits. Their pussies were altars.
The Son of Venom collapsed to his knees, hands in his hair, unable to look away. "He's making the world come… the world itself is cumming with him…"
And still, Kaito did not slow. He spread the milkmaids wider, thrust harder, filled deeper, his cock blazing hotter, as if every womb was just practice for the cunt of the heavens waiting above.
The heavens had split open.
Not metaphor, not symbol—the sky itself yawned like a wet cunt above them, its slit glowing with molten starlight, dripping galaxies like strands of stringy nectar. The Milky Way poured brighter, a cosmic river of milk, its constellations trembling as though their clits had been pinched one by one.
The milkmaids below were already ruined, their wombs leaking endless seed, their screams blending into a single endless orgasm. Nyxa's body writhed against his mouth, her pussy trembling so violently she could barely breathe. Kaori's belly swelled from his constant eruptions, glowing like a lantern of molten gold. Even the Oracle of Thorns had collapsed, her voice lost to a broken hymn of pleasure.
But Kaito's cock still throbbed, impossibly harder, impossibly hungrier. It wasn't just flesh and wombs he wanted—it was everything.
He rose from the sea of women, dripping with their milk and his seed, his golden cock glistening like a spear too divine for mortals. His voice thundered across the Milk Sea, across the land, across the firmament.
"THE SKY IS JUST ANOTHER PUSSY. AND I WILL BREAK IT OPEN!"
The heavens trembled. Lightning curved like thighs spread wide. Stars pulsed faster, as if their own wet cores were clenching. The slit of the sky widened further, galaxies glowing like swollen lips, quivering, waiting.
The milkmaids, despite their ruined bodies, raised trembling arms, moaning.
"Take it, Master—fuck the cosmos!"
"Fill the stars!"
"Seed the heavens with your endless cock!"
With a roar, Kaito leapt, carried not by wings but by sheer lust and divine heat. His cock pierced the rift in the sky, plunging into the wet, endless dark. And the universe itself screamed.
Not thunder, not wind—screams. Millions of voices, celestial moans echoing across creation. Galaxies bent inward, spiraling around his thrust. Nebulae burst like squirting pussies, spraying colors across the void. Planets quaked, shaking their oceans like trembling breasts.
Every thrust drove deeper, his golden shaft plowing through constellations, stretching the firmament wider, wetter. The slit of the sky leaked rivers of molten starlight down onto the world, soaking the milkmaids, who writhed in cosmic rain as if baptized by his fucking.
Nyxa, covered in dripping gold, came so violently she scratched herself bloody, screaming up at him. "HE'S FUCKING THE UNIVERSE! HE'S MAKING CREATION HIS WHORE!"
The Son of Venom collapsed fully, clutching the earth, his venom boiling around him. His voice cracked, raw, reverent, horrified. "No… he's not just filling it… he's making the heavens his womb. The stars will bear HIS children."
Kaito's roar shook galaxies. His cock swelled, impossibly huge, glowing so bright it blinded mortal eyes. With one last brutal thrust, he hilted into the sky's deepest dark, and the universe itself squirted—supernovas bursting, stars collapsing in orgasm, constellations rearranging as if their hips had been shattered.
And then he came.
Seed not of man but of god, molten golden flood, pouring into the womb of the heavens. It sprayed across the cosmos, filling the slit, spilling down to earth, raining over milkmaids, pouring into the Milk Sea until it boiled. The sky glowed brighter than day, every star burning with the heat of his orgasm.
And still, his cock pulsed, throbbing, not spent but hungrier. The universe was only the first cunt to take him.
The sky dripped.
Not rain. Not starlight. Seed. Golden seed rained across the land, each drop heavy, molten, alive. Where it splashed, the ground trembled, sprouting not trees but breasts, not flowers but pussies opening wide, dripping nectar as if the very soil now begged to be bred.
The heavens above glowed swollen, galaxies twitching like overfilled wombs. The slit of the sky, stretched and raw, pulsed as if it had taken too much cock, but still throbbed in hunger. Stars flickered wildly, not in distance but in ecstasy—moaning lights that had been filled past their limits.
The milkmaids were ruined completely.
They lay in the Milk Sea, their cunts overflowing, bellies round with his divine floods, their breasts spraying fountains into the boiling tide. Some choked on their own orgasms, others clawed the air, begging to be fucked again even though they were torn open, glowing, swollen with life too vast for mortals.
Nyxa collapsed into Kaori's arms, her thighs quaking. Her voice cracked into laughter, wild and delirious.
"He's… he's bred the heavens…"
Kaori's lips dripped with his cum as she whispered hoarsely, "No. He's made the universe his wife."
Even the Oracle of Thorns, broken and bound, thrashed against her thorny restraints, vines soaked in her milk. She screamed into the storm of light above.
"THE PROPHECIES ARE WET WITH HIM! THE STARS THEMSELVES WILL BEAR HIS NAME!"
The Son of Venom dragged himself forward, his body trembling, his venom boiling away in the golden flood that soaked him. He stared upward, broken and awed.
"Do you understand…? He's not just fucking the world anymore. He's… rewriting creation with his cock."
Kaito stood above them all, his body dripping fire, his golden cock still shining, impossibly hard, pulsing as if ready for yet another conquest. His roar shook not just earth but the very cosmos he had just seeded.
"The universe is mine. Every star, every cunt, every womb—mine. And I will not stop until ALL OF CREATION IS PREGNANT WITH ME!"
The slit of the sky trembled again, widening further, as if begging for more. Galaxies quivered like lips parted in need. Nebulae pulsed with blush-colored light, waiting. The womb of the universe itself had only begun to stretch.
Below, the Milk Sea boiled higher, rising, glowing brighter, until the waters themselves seemed pregnant, swollen with the seed of gods. Milkmaids cried out, their voices hoarse, broken, yet still in worship.
"Breed us again…"
"Fill the void…"
"Make everything yours, Master of Warmth…"
The world shook, heaven moaned, and even the deepest hells cracked open, their dark wombs twitching, sensing his claim.
And Kaito smiled, cock still dripping, eyes burning with unending hunger.
Because the cosmos was only the first pussy.