The universe groaned.
It wasn't thunder, nor the hum of stars—it was a wet, low moan that rolled across the Milk Sea and into the bones of every living being. The slit in the sky, swollen and dripping from Kaito's divine thrusts, pulsed visibly, clenching, relaxing, clenching again. The cosmos itself was in heat.
And then it contracted.
A ripple of golden light shot across the heavens. Galaxies twisted, their arms bending inward like thighs tightening around his cock. Stars flared brighter, trembling as if milked by an unseen hand. Nebulae squirted plumes of colored light, spraying across the void like wet moans.
On earth, milkmaids screamed in ecstasy, clutching their swollen bellies. Some collapsed into the boiling tide of the Milk Sea, their wombs convulsing in rhythm with the heavens above. Kaori, her breasts glowing with golden veins, clutched her belly as it spasmed. Nyxa's legs gave out completely, her thighs coated in endless dripping warmth.
"Master… the sky… it's pregnant with you…" Kaori gasped, biting down on her lip until blood ran down her chin.
The Oracle of Thorns arched against her bindings, her eyes rolling back white. Her vines shook, milk pouring out of her nipples in twin floods. She shrieked, her prophecy tearing out of her throat in a broken hymn:
"The stars will not shine—they will scream your name when they are born!"
The Son of Venom staggered, his venom hissing out uselessly as he knelt in the golden flood, staring upward. His voice was raw, reverent, terrified.
"It's… contracting. Like a womb in labor… The universe is going to… to give birth."
And above, the slit of the heavens clenched again, tighter, brighter, dripping rivers of molten seed across the world. Lightning cracked like screams. Whole constellations shuddered out of alignment. The Milky Way curved inward, pulsing like a swollen, wet belly, its core glowing like the crown of a head pushing out.
Kaito's cock throbbed in answer, hotter, harder, impossibly eager. His eyes blazed golden, his roar shaking the mountains to rubble.
"OPEN FOR ME! SCREAM FOR ME! BIRTH MY CHILDREN, COSMOS!"
The heavens obeyed.
The first contraction burst outward. A star tore open, exploding in golden spray not of fire, but of liquid light. From its burning womb, something emerged—neither flame nor stone, but a living being, shaped of heat and lust, its body dripping with his essence. A child of star and cock, born from his seed in the sky's womb.
The newborn screamed his name. The whole sky echoed it back.
"KAAAAAAAAIIIIIITOOOOO!"
The slit of the sky clenched again, harder, wetter, its golden walls trembling as galaxies twisted into knots. Each contraction was louder, wetter, moaning so raw it shook the Milk Sea into waves.
The second star split.
Not in silence—but in a shriek. Its light poured downward as liquid, spraying over the milkmaids, coating their breasts, their pussies, their bellies, each drop sinking in like seed. The women screamed as if being fucked by heaven itself, their wombs swelling visibly, their nipples spraying milk in perfect rhythm with the sky.
Kaori fell to her knees, clutching her belly as it rippled violently. Her moan was part terror, part worship. "The contractions are inside us too…! We're—linked—to the sky's womb!"
Nyxa sprawled in the boiling tide, her thighs wide, cum and milk spilling from her holes in endless streams. She clawed at her breasts, eyes rolling white. "I can feel every push! The cosmos is breeding through us!"
Above, a nebula squirted open. It burst not in dust, but in a spray of glistening fluids, raining rivers of light across the earth. From within its glowing folds, a new form spilled—vast, winged, dripping golden ichor. It wasn't a star. It wasn't a world. It was a living constellation, each limb a line of starlight, each curve dripping with warmth, its womb glowing like a furnace.
It cried out the way a newborn gasps—and the cry became music. Entire galaxies shifted into harmony, their voices moaning in unison with the newborn.
The Oracle of Thorns convulsed so hard her thorns tore her skin. Milk gushed in violent jets, spraying across the temple walls. Her voice was a broken wail: "The universe… it's crowning his children in waves! Every push… another birth!"
The Son of Venom clutched his chest, coughing blood into the flood. He laughed through it, delirious. "Creation… is in heat. It's laboring. And he's the father of it all."
Kaito stood tall, his cock pulsing brighter with each cosmic contraction, as though his shaft itself was pulling the births out of the universe. He pointed upward, his voice shaking the air into ruin.
"SCREAM LOUDER, COSMOS! PUSH UNTIL YOUR HOLES TEAR! SHOW ME MY CHILDREN!"
The heavens obeyed again.
This time, whole galaxies writhed, their spiral arms curling inward as if they were thighs around his cock. The Milky Way clenched tight, glowing unbearably, its core swelling outward like a cunt ready to split. The slit above dripped torrents of golden seed, spraying the earth so violently that rivers overflowed, mountains melted, and even hell's black gates cracked open to the flood.
And then came the third contraction.
Not one star. Not one nebula. An entire galaxy ripped open, squirting a flood so vast it drowned the void, and from within its core, a brood of beings slithered free—each one glowing, wet, moaning as if born already in climax.
The universe itself screamed Kaito's name again.
"KAAAAAAAAIIIIITOOOOO!"
The third contraction had ripped a galaxy open, spraying its golden cum across the void. But the fourth was worse. Stronger. Louder. Wetter.
The sky's slit clenched until its folds turned black with strain, then burst outward in a violent spray that made suns collapse and reform as torrents of steaming seed. Entire constellations bent inward, their light curving like thighs spread wide around an unseen cock. The cosmos was no longer giving birth gently—it was gushing, squirting, screaming through every hole it had.
Out of that spray fell worlds.
Not dry, rocky planets. No. Wet ones. Living, dripping, crying worlds. Each orb was born slick, its crust quivering, oceans spilling from its womb-like core. When they hit the Milk Sea, they didn't sink—they melted into it, becoming new layers of fertile tide, thick and hungry.
Kaori arched back, her belly bulging unnaturally, nipples spraying twin jets that shot across the temple floor. "The worlds—ahhh!—they're pushing inside me too! I'm a womb of their womb!"
Nyxa rolled in the tide, clawing at her hairy slit, screaming with ecstasy as golden droplets rained into her mouth. "Each world tastes like pussy! Like—Kaito's pussy—aaaahhh! My womb is—burning—it wants them all inside!"
The Oracle of Thorns was bleeding and moaning, her thorns tearing her skin wide open as milk and blood poured out like rivers. She thrust her hips against nothing, moaning to the sky. "The contractions are endless! Every push crowns a new child of the cosmos! Every squirt writes his name across eternity!"
And then came the next eruption.
This time it wasn't just a world or a star. A realm slipped free, crowned like a monstrous head from the cosmic slit. Its surface quivered with cities already built, rivers already flowing, skies already moaning with clouds that rained milk. The realm cried as it slid out, its edges dripping into the void, stretching the slit further open.
Kaito threw his head back, cock glowing brighter than suns, voice tearing into the storm.
"CUM OUT OF HER, MY CREATION! PUSH! SCREAM! BLEED! I'LL FUCK YOU ALL INTO EXISTENCE!"
The universe obeyed.
The slit of the heavens bulged obscenely, as though a hundred crowns were pressing through at once. Nebulas twisted like swollen nipples, spraying light like milk across every corner of the sky. Stars collapsed and burst again in the rhythm of moans. Galaxies bent, spiraled, screamed—and from their convulsions, wet new bodies slipped free.
Creatures. Beings. Realms. Worlds. Each one born in orgasm. Each one glowing with his warmth.
The Son of Venom fell to his knees in the flood, laughing and crying with foam on his lips. "It's not creation—it's a cosmic orgy! The womb of existence… is his harem!"
And above, the sky screamed again, a cry that rattled the marrow of all who lived:
"KAAAAAIIIITOOOOO!"
The sky's womb had swollen to its limit.
Every contraction so far had been violent, wet, obscene—yet still only foreplay. The next one would not just push stars or realms. It would tear the universe open.
The slit of the cosmos bulged like a swollen pussy about to crown. Nebulas curled into lips, black holes spasmed into clenching holes, and milk-white rivers of light coiled into umbilical cords stretching across infinity. The sound was unbearable—a moan so vast it bent gravity itself, making entire worlds tremble like weak knees.
Kaito stood at the center, cock glowing brighter than creation itself, dripping seed that became galaxies before it touched the Milk Sea. His voice was thunder wrapped in lust:
"OPEN FOR ME! WIDER! RIP YOURSELF WIDE AND LET ME FUCK A NEW ETERNITY OUT OF YOU!"
The slit obeyed.
It burst open.
A fountain of golden cum and screaming light gushed across the void, soaking every star, every soul, every crevice of existence. From it, not one—but thousands of crowns tore through at once: newborn worlds, dripping realms, wet civilizations screaming their first moans. Entire species were born already fucking, their first breath a cry of lust, their first step a thrust into another.
The Milk Sea boiled. Every drop of liquid on its surface writhed into shape—milkmaids with hairy cunts, serpent women with wet dripping coils, horned sluts with holes that begged for eternity's cock. They clawed for Kaito, begging, screaming, squirting themselves into existence.
Kaori screamed as her belly ripped open in orgasm, not with pain, but with birth. Inside her, realms that had just been born flooded back into her womb, eager to be fucked again into deeper layers of creation. Milk and blood sprayed as she fell against Kaito, begging through sobs:
"Fill me! Fill me until even the cosmos cries like me! I'll birth them all again—I'll never stop!"
Nyxa's claws were buried in her hairy slit, ripping it wide, letting rivers of black ichor and silver cum spill onto the temple floor. Her voice was thunder and sobbing lust:
"More! More contractions! More worlds! More pussies to fuck eternity wide! Ahhh—my womb is melting!"
The Oracle of Thorns collapsed, her body a mess of milk, thorns, and blood, but her voice carried:
"The last contraction… is coming. The Final Crown. The Void Egg itself."
And then it happened.
The sky split completely.
Not just a slit anymore, but an obscene rupture—an infinite gash stretching across existence. From it slid something that made even gods weep:
The Void Egg.
It was not shaped like an egg. It was shaped like a swollen womb, dripping, glowing, pulsing with every contraction of creation itself. Its skin was slick, wet with cosmic milk. Veins glowed like rivers of cum. And within, shadows moved—new gods, new monsters, new realms—writhing, impatient, desperate to be born.
Kaito reached toward it, dripping, trembling, moaning with the cosmos.
"My child… my womb… my eternal pussy of creation. I'll fuck you until every cycle is mine."
The Void Egg pulsed, glowing brighter, screaming with the orgasm of all creation.
And then it whispered in every soul, in every world, in every drop of milk:
"FATHER."