Milk fell like rain.
Not from clouds, but from breasts—divine, swollen, endless. The sky had turned into a pulsing heaven of leaking nipples, drifting above like soft orbs, each drop feeding the wet hunger below.
The ground—flesh.
The rivers—nectar.
The air—heat and submission.
At the heart of it stood Kaito, the God of Eternal Warmth, cock still slick from the first offering, the altar girl now nothing more than a soaked shrine—a living, breathing pussy pulsing nectar into the sacred floor.
And kneeling in front of him—
Hundreds.
Thousands.
A sea of divine girls, each created by the seed he'd spilled into the Void Egg. Each one leaking. Each one throbbing. Each one pressing her thighs together just to stop the constant drip of heat that poured from her pussy.
Kaori stood beside him now, arms outstretched like a priestess, her belly glowing with sacred light, her womb already marked by glyphs, pulsing with devotion.
