The altar was no longer stone. It had become a cradle of flesh, slick with nectar and cum, glowing faintly with golden veins that pulsed like a heartbeat. The embryo-world quivered within, a swollen sphere of steaming flesh and light, covered in dripping folds that opened and closed like a wet cunt gasping for more.
Every priestess was on her knees, their swollen bellies pressed against the floor, breasts leaking milk in rivers. They moaned like slaves in heat, their voices unified into a hymn of surrender. "Kaito… father… womb… seed… eternal…" The words echoed in the fortress like prayers, but each prayer was drowned by the wet contractions of the embryo pressing against its fleshy shell.
