The Milk Sea did not rest. It churned and frothed as though alive, every wave pregnant with moans, every current swollen with seed. The world's surrender had not ended with kneeling—it was only the beginning.
In the center of the flood, where Kaito's throne of flesh rose above the tide, the first contractions of creation shook the air. The newborn goddess in his lap arched, her belly swollen to a globe of glowing warmth, veins of light pulsing beneath her skin. Milk sprayed from her breasts, soaking her trembling thighs, while her cunt stretched impossibly around his cock, still locked inside her.
Her voice cracked with ecstasy and terror.
"F-Father… it's coming… I can feel them… not children… not mortals… something… greater…"
The Milk Sea boiled. From its surface rose shapes—not quite human, not quite beast, each form dripping wet, their flesh steaming, their eyes glowing with the hunger of eternity.
