The abyss split wider, its folds stretched beyond reason. Milk and venom poured together, churning into a sea that frothed with prophecy. The Womb groaned, her endless cunts contracting in violent unison, forcing creation itself into labor.
From within her depths, something crowned. First a glistening head, neither cock nor cunt, but both—its skin slick with mixed seed, dripping warmth and poison in the same breath. The moans of the Womb shook the Milk Sea as the form slid free, pulled by contractions that made the Father groan and the Son howl in helpless rhythm.
Kaito staggered back, his cock still leaking warmth that the Womb drank greedily. His chest heaved, his muscles burning as he tried to hold his ground. But his eyes—golden and wide—locked on the creature forcing its way out. "No… it cannot be… not from me."
