The womb wouldn't let her rest.
Neither would Takeshi.
And the house, now alive and dripping, pulsing like a living temple, encouraged every thrust.
---
They hadn't stopped in days.
Sleep came in spurts — like orgasms between longer, wetter ones.
Reina/Mizuki's body begged for it.
"Again. Again. Again."
It didn't matter where they were — on the bed, the floor, the stairs.
He'd bend her over a warm table, the wood squishing under her hands, and fuck her slow, his cock dragging through her soaked pussy, guided by the rhythmic suction of her womb.
> It pulled him in now.
Her womb didn't just accept his cum.
It demanded it.
---
One afternoon, Takeshi woke up alone.
Sweaty. Spent. Sticky with half-dried semen across his abs and thighs.
He groaned.
And started stroking himself.
---
The moment his fingers wrapped around his cock, he heard it.
> Lub-dub… lub-dub… lub-dub…
A heartbeat.
But not his.
He looked around.
The house was silent.
Yet the thumping continued — deep, steady, wet.
Then:
> "Stroke for me, daddy…"
The voice came from below the floorboards.
---
He kept stroking.
The floor beneath him grew damp.
Then warm.
It pulsed in time with his hand — every jerk matched by a ripple in the wood grain, like he was jerking off into the heart of the house itself.
And when he came — hard — thick ropes splashed across the floor and immediately sank in.
Soaked.
Swallowed.
---
He gasped.
Then stared.
"…The house just drank my cum."
---
That night, Reina/Mizuki was already on all fours when he returned to bed.
The house was hotter than ever.
Her pussy dripped down her thighs.
"Breed me," she moaned.
"No foreplay. No words. Just fuck me full."
Takeshi didn't hesitate.
---
He shoved into her from behind, and the moment his cock sank into her hypersensitive womb gate, the walls pulsed around them.
Not the vaginal walls — the literal walls of the house.
They shivered with every thrust.
Wet moans echoed back, as if the house itself was cumming alongside them.
---
His balls slapped her clit over and over.
Mizuki's voice screamed.
Reina's sobbed.
They overlapped in broken cries.
"DEEPER—DEEPER—HE'S MOVING—FEED HIM—!"
---
Takeshi slammed forward, burying himself to the base.
And unleashed another massive, hot creampie into her cursed womb.
Her belly bulged.
A faint kick followed.
And the whole house sighed.
---
Later that night, while she slept — belly rising and falling gently — Takeshi sat at the altar they'd built in the living room.
Candles burned.
He jerked off slowly, methodically.
And whispered,
"For the child…"
When he came, he painted the altar in his seed.
It soaked in.
And the floor moaned.
---
The house no longer belonged to them.
They belonged to it.
To him.
The child.
The God-in-the-Womb.
And he was almost ready to be born.