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.
