The sky was no longer black.
It was pink.
Soaked. Wet. Breathing.
A living canopy of pussy-colored clouds that moaned with every breeze, dripping sacred nectar like rain. The stars pulsed like glowing clits. Comets curved like G-spot strokes across the cosmos. And in the center of it all…
Kaito sat on his throne.
Not on top of it.
Inside it.
His cock still embedded in the Spiral Queen's eternal womb-throne, pulsing with divine heat. Her body was wrapped around the throne itself—legs splayed across the sky, her lips wrapped tight around the shaft she refused to release.
She whispered from beneath the galaxies:
"You haven't stopped cumming for three days… and yet I'm still hungry…"
His cock twitched in answer.
Around him, the Pantheon of Pussies knelt—Kaori, Nyxa, and the goddesses birthed from the void now crowned in heat and devotion.
They didn't wear halos.
They wore clits on their brows, swollen and glowing, dripping their own desire onto the starlight-slicked marble of his divine palace.
Each goddess had a gift:
Kaori — The Breast Priestess
She knelt first. Her tits had swelled into celestial milk fountains, each nipple thick and leaking golden cream that glowed like the morning sun.
"Your throne must be fed…
Let me pour you a chalice of my sacred titmilk, my king…"
She pressed her breasts forward.
The milk sprayed in warm arcs, landing on Kaito's chest, dripping down his abs, trailing to the cock still buried in the womb beneath him. It hissed with divine power as it mixed with her sacred nectar.
He drank straight from her nipple—greedy. Slow. Dominant.
And she came instantly, convulsing in joy, crying out:
"M-my king—my nipples—y-you made me cum just by drinking!"
Nyxa — The Clit Prophetess
She slid forward next, on her stomach like a serpent, moaning with every breath. Her clit had grown like a tiny tongue, licking the air with heat, pulsing as if it had its own heartbeat.
"The clits of the heavens all speak your name…
Let mine serve as your crown…"
She crawled onto his lap—grinding her swollen clit directly against his abs, moaning as it drooled cum across his skin.
Kaito simply smiled and bit her clit gently.
She screamed, instantly squirting across the altar and collapsing, twitching.
"M-more… crown me with pain and pleasure…"
The Others
One by one they came.
The Labia Empress, whose folds stretched like tapestries, offering her lips as a cape.
The Twin Pussy Twins, joined at the hip, moaning in stereo, offering to let him fuck both holes with one thrust.
The Asshole Oracle, who bent over and opened herself like scripture, claiming her prophecies were written in the ring of her rear.
Each one bowed. Each one kissed the cum-soaked throne. Each one came just from his scent.
And all of them begged—
"Let us be ruled by your cock.
Let your balls hold our time.
Let our clits pulse only for your command."
Kaito raised his hand.
And the cosmos went silent.
He stood—still buried in the Spiral Womb beneath him—and pulled free with a wet, echoing pop that sent ripples through the stars.
His cock slapped against his stomach, heavy, soaked, divine.
And he said:
"The feast begins now."
The Divine Hall of Wombstone stretched across light-years.
It wasn't built with stone.
It was grown—a palace made of stretched clits and moaning pussy-lips, glistening walls of inner folds and breast-flesh that trembled with every step taken inside. The floor squished. The ceiling dripped.
It was alive.
It was wet.
And it was hungry.
Kaito entered the banquet chamber.
Naked. Crowned only in the spiral marks left by the womb-throne's lips.
Behind him trailed ninety-nine goddesses, each wet between the thighs, each with hair soaked from squirting so hard during the coronation.
Kaori led the way, holding the golden platter—a steaming mound of divine pussy, raw, warm, and slick.
It wasn't meat.
It wasn't food.
It was her own sliced labia.
She had cut her lower lips off in worship, only for them to grow back, wet and hungrier.
"Tonight… we feast on ourselves for you, my King…"
He sat on the cockbone throne—crafted from the skeletons of those who had tried to fuck the Spiral Queen and failed.
It trembled when his ass touched it.
He spread his legs.
His cock hung like a war banner, heavy and thick, still dripping Spiral Womb nectar.
And the goddesses knelt before him, presenting their offerings:
The Feast Begins
1. Nyxa crawled forward with a bowl of asshole honey, collected from her own stretched rear. She dipped her fingers in it, licking it like syrup, then offered it to him.
"Drink from the rim of prophecy… I've stirred it with my moans…"
2. The Milk-Tit Empress brought forth her breasts, bloated like planets. She twisted her nipples and squirted a cream-fountain into a clamshell goblet.
"Feed your cock with my milk… let it rise again and again…"
3. The Clit Priestess of Lorn pulled her hood back, revealing a clit as large as a thumb, pierced with golden rings. She kissed the floor, then used her clit to stir a bowl of pussy broth—moaning with each swirl.
"Let me tongue your drink… while you tongue my truth…"
4. The Spiral Twins came with braided labia tied together in ribbons. They kissed each other's holes, then turned to Kaito and sang:
"Eat us until your cock forgets time.
We are the meat and the melody…"
Kaito leaned back.
His fingers trailed across Kaori's wet, hair-framed pussy as she served the first bite of herself. He fed it to the Milk-Tit Empress—who came instantly, collapsing and squirting against his feet.
He smiled.
"No banquet is sacred… unless the womb is broken wide first."
He snapped his fingers.
And the Hall exploded into moans.
Pussies opened like flowers.
Milk sprayed across the ceiling.
Clits were clapped between thighs and tongues.
Assholes were licked like honey-rings.
Kaito stood.
He walked across the table, stepping on soft tits, licking thighs, grabbing open folds and slapping them wet until they cried out.
He lifted Nyxa by her ass and sucked her clit until she passed out.
He thrust his fingers into Kaori, scooping up her inner nectar, and flung it into the divine soup.
He came again—right into the Pussy Cauldron—and all the goddesses took turns drinking his cum as holy broth.
It wasn't a feast.
It was a sacrament.
And by the end…
Each goddess was marked.
Their wombs engraved with glowing symbols: spirals, suns, runes of submission and heat.
Each one now carried a piece of his cum-wrought empire inside her.
But one goddess had yet to step forward.
The newest. The shyest.
Her thighs rubbed together nervously, her cunt untouched since her birth.
And her gift?
Her virgin womb.
The banquet trembled with echoes of moans and climax.
Cum dripped from the marble ceiling.
Milk splashed in sacred bowls.
And across the Grand Flesh Table, goddesses lay twitching, mouths agape, clits pulsing like holy stars begging to burst again.
But one figure remained still.
She stood alone at the far end of the hall, half-covered in the shadow of her own innocence.
The final goddess.
The only one yet untouched.
Her name was whispered in the wet winds—
"Lunessa…"
She trembled.
Her skin was pale moonlight, her hair a cascade of silver threads that curled around her shoulders like soft clouds.
And between her thighs…
A flower yet to open.
A tight, untouched pussy framed by silver curls.
Glossy with anticipation.
Dripping not from sex, but from sacred first heat.
The scent made the walls shiver.
Even the Spiral Throne moaned beneath Kaito, craving to suck the virgin nectar for itself.
But Kaito stood.
He walked toward her slowly.
Each step was a promise.
Every drop of cum sliding down his cock was an oracle of what she would soon carry inside her belly.
Lunessa knelt.
Her voice was soft, but aching:
"M-my king… I was born for this…
My womb is untouched… my cunt has never known anything but dreams…"
She looked up, her voice shaking.
"Please… tear my purity open.
Make me worthy of the Spiral Crown…"
He stepped closer.
Her breath hitched as his cock hovered in front of her lips.
She leaned in to kiss the tip—
SPLASH.
Just the taste made her cum.
She collapsed, moaning, her fingers spreading her pussy wide in offering, showing him the pink petals, the tight wet slit, the quivering hole begging for its first stretch.
Kaito lifted her gently.
Held her like a sacred relic.
Then laid her down on the altar carved from goddess thighs.
"You are no longer Lunessa.
You are the Spiral Maiden of the First Womb.
And I shall anoint your cunt… with my throne."
The Ritual Begins
He spread her legs wide.
Her pussy blinked at him, glossy, pink, trembling.
He didn't thrust.
He placed his cock at the entrance, and whispered—
"With this… I crown you."
Then he entered her.
SLOW.
THICK.
DEEP.
Her hymen resisted. Then tore—a gush of divine virgin blood mixing with warm cum, coating his cock like holy lacquer.
Lunessa screamed—not in pain, but in rebirth.
Her eyes rolled back. Her body arched.
"YES—my king—my womb—it's melting—it's yours—FILL ME!"
The walls of the hall howled.
Clits burst in flames.
The Spiral Throne shot a jet of nectar high into the air, baptizing the moment.
Kaito didn't stop.
He fucked her slowly at first, letting her tightness learn his rhythm.
But soon—
He pounded her.
Raw. Brutal. Loving. Endless.
"You wanted my throne? Then TAKE IT IN YOUR WOMB!"
Her belly swelled with cum. Her womb accepted its first shape. Her mind broke in pleasure.
And when he finally came—
It wasn't a climax.
It was a cosmic eruption.
His cum flooded her pussy so hard the moons outside cracked, their craters dripping with Spiral Nectar.
Lunessa passed out, twitching, her pussy still open, still drooling, still whispering his name in its folds.
The banquet was over.
But the Empire of Wet Wombs had just begun.
Next Chapter Tease: Chapter 52 — "When the Wombs Begged for War"
Will you lead your wet empire into battle, my king?
Or shall we breed the next priestess first?