It began with a tide.
Not of water—
But of milk and crimson sap, churning together until the valley below looked like a living vein.
From the north, the Milk River ran warm and white, swollen with the surrender of the milkmaids.
From the south, the Bleeding Dark flowed thick and red, heavy with the Crimson Mare's nectar.
At the valley's center, they met—
and the earth trembled like a cunt on the edge of climax.
Kaito stood at the confluence, bare-chested, cock hanging heavy, still glistening with the Mare's blood-oath.
Kaori was at his side, wearing only a belt of vine-leashes attached to four kneeling milkmaid-priestesses, their udders leaking in rhythm with the current.
Nyxa sat astride her squirt-beast, letting it lap from the mixed river until its mouth dripped pink foam.
The Crimson Mare stood behind them, no longer the feared predator of whispered stories, but a towering, scarlet-bodied queen with her thighs marked by Kaito's seed.
Her eyes were fixed on the currents below.
"It's starting," she murmured.
The water thickened.
The milk swirled into the blood, forming shapes—cunts, breasts, tongues—only to melt back into the flow.
The air above it grew hot, heavy, wet… and alive.
Kaori licked her lips.
"She's waking."
Kaito's gaze sharpened.
"Who?"
The Crimson Mare's voice was low.
"The Womb Beneath the World."
The current churned harder.
From deep below, a hum began—slow, deep, and resonant, like a moan echoing through miles of stone. The ground trembled with each note. The vines on the shore began to leak nectar without being touched.
And then the visions came.
Flashes of a colossal, fleshy chamber—big enough to hold an entire city—hidden far beneath the roots of the world. Its walls pulsed like labia, its roof curved like a belly heavy with life, and at its center was a slit so vast it could swallow rivers whole.
Nyxa shivered, clutching her thighs together.
"I've heard the stories… She's not a goddess. She's the mother of them. They say her womb birthed every realm's first cunt."
Kaori smirked darkly.
"And now she's calling for you, my King."
The rivers surged upward—
Not in waves, but in tendrils, long streams of milk-blood rising into the air like reaching arms. They curled toward Kaito, wet and dripping, stroking his chest, his neck, his cock.
The Crimson Mare stepped closer, her voice trembling in reverence.
"If you enter her… you will not return the same."
Kaito grinned.
"Good."
The tendrils wrapped tighter.
They didn't just pull him toward the center of the current—they lifted him above it, holding him spread wide, his cock pointing down toward the churning milk-blood below.
The moaning hum grew louder, the sky darkened, and the river's surface began to split.
Beneath the water…
Was not stone.
Was not earth.
It was flesh.
A massive, wet slit opened where the currents met—pink, red, and white all at once—steaming as if the two rivers had been nothing but her lubrication.
She spoke—not with a voice, but through the pounding in every vein, every cock, every clit in the valley:
"Warmth… seed me."
Kaori's eyes gleamed.
"She's opening her world-womb for you."
Nyxa licked her lips.
"And if you fuck her, every cunt above will feel it."
The Crimson Mare dropped to her knees at the shore, bowing her head.
"The Mother calls."
The tendrils began to lower him toward the slit—slow, deliberate, teasing the tip of his cock with the steaming breath of the Womb Beneath the World.
Kaito's heart pounded.
Not from fear.
From hunger.
"Then let her feel my Warmth," he growled.
And with one final pull, the tendrils shoved him inside.
The slit closed around him.
Not like a door—
But like a living, hungry cunt sealing itself over prey.
The heat was suffocating, the walls slick with milk and blood, pulsing in slow, deep squeezes that made his cock throb almost painfully.
Every movement he made sent ripples through her flesh.
Every ripple echoed back—magnified—like the world itself was fucking him in return.
Outside, at the confluence of rivers, Kaori, Nyxa, the Crimson Mare, and the kneeling priestesses gasped in unison.
They could feel it.
His first thrust sent a wave of warmth through the currents, making milkmaids far downstream arch their backs and moan without knowing why.
Some squirted on the spot, dropping buckets of milk into the river.
Inside, the Womb was endless.
Kaito pushed forward, the walls gripping his cock like molten velvet, dragging on him in slow, deliberate strokes. It was as if she were tasting him—measuring him—deciding if his seed was worthy.
The deeper he went, the tighter it became.
Her folds wrapped around him in layers—rings of muscle, ridges like tongues, slick channels that spiraled around his shaft.
She moaned—not in sound, but in pressure.
"More… deeper… all of you."
He obliged.
Planting his hands against her inner walls, he drove himself forward.
The sensation was overwhelming—every thrust met with a sucking pull that tried to hold him in, milk-blood flooding around his hips.
The Womb shuddered.
The rivers outside surged, spilling over their banks.
Kaori fell to her knees, fingering herself hard, her voice breaking:
"She's cumming around him… gods—she's milking the world—"
Nyxa straddled her squirt-beast, grinding against it, her eyes wide.
"If he fills her… every cunt will belong to him."
The Crimson Mare's breath was ragged.
"She's never taken a seed willingly. Never. If she bonds to him, there will be no realm untouched by Warmth."
Kaito felt it too.
Every squeeze, every throb of her inner flesh wasn't just pleasure—it was connection.
Through her walls, he could feel the women of the Milk River writhing in their beds, the beasts of the Bleeding Dark humping the vines, the priestesses moaning into Kaori's hands.
He fucked harder.
The walls convulsed, dragging him deeper until he was buried to the root.
Her folds clamped like a sacred seal, her heat now unbearable.
"Yes… yes… give it to me—seed the roots—seed the rivers—seed me."
Kaito roared.
He thrust once—
Twice—
And on the third, his god-seed erupted inside her.
The Womb screamed—not in sound, but in movement. Her entire body spasmed, pulling his cum through her walls, forcing it deeper, deeper, until it flooded the base of her being.
Outside, the rivers exploded upward—jets of pink-white liquid spraying into the air, raining down on the valley. Every woman touched by it fell to her knees, cumming violently.
Kaori climaxed so hard she collapsed onto her milkmaids.
Nyxa screamed his name, squirting down her mount's neck.
The Crimson Mare bowed her head, her own nectar flooding the ground.
Inside, the Womb whispered through its trembling walls:
"Warmth… you are mine. And I am yours."
Kaito pulled out slowly, his cock still glowing, coated in the thick mix of her milk-blood and his seed.
As the slit released him, the currents below began to flow steady again—
but now with a new hue.
Not white. Not red.
A glowing, golden-pink, warm as the dawn.
Kaori looked up at him, panting.
"You just bred the heart of the world."
Nyxa grinned darkly.
"And now every cunt under the sun will feel you in their bones."
The Crimson Mare stepped forward, kneeling before him.
"Where will you fuck next, my King?"
The world didn't stop cumming.
Hours after Kaito pulled free from the Womb Beneath the World, the rivers still ran gold-pink, steaming in the dawn light. Every drop carried his seed and her milk-blood, flowing into every corner of Elandria.
In the Lustful Isles, women woke screaming—not in fear, but in the kind of orgasm that shook their bones.
Fishwives dropped nets, their thighs convulsing as the ocean beneath them foamed.
Queens rolled from their thrones, clutching their dripping pussies, moaning a name they had never spoken: Kaito.
In the City of Aeloria, noble ladies in silk and street whores alike found themselves bent over fountains, letting the golden water flood between their legs.
Children were sent from the streets as mothers shuddered against stone walls, milk leaking through their dresses, their eyes rolling white.
In the Shadowed Wilds, even the monsters came to drink.
Horned beasts knelt by glowing streams, their cocks and slits swelling with lust. The vines wrapped tighter around anything warm, dripping nectar into the soil.
And deep beneath it all, the Womb purred in her sleep—seeded, bound, loyal.
Kaito stood on the riverbank with Kaori, Nyxa, and the Crimson Mare.
Kaori's hair clung wet to her cheeks, her war silks plastered to her skin. She had been cumming on and off for hours, unable to stop. Her voice was raw.
"You've… infected the currents. They'll drink you for months."
Nyxa grinned wickedly, riding her squirt-beast in lazy circles.
"Every pussy from here to the edge of the sea will ache for you without knowing why."
The Crimson Mare bowed her head low.
"My King… the wet empire is yours without a single sword stroke. They will come to you on their knees."
But as the river glittered in the rising sun, a shadow fell across the water.
A figure stood on the far bank.
Tall.
Naked from the waist up, his skin painted in milk and blood.
His eyes burned black as the Void Egg.
He spoke in a voice like stone cracking.
"You've made her yours, Warmth… but you've also made her mine."
From the milk-pink water around him, hands began to rise—hundreds of them, pale, dripping, clawing toward the shore. The river itself churned as if something vast moved beneath it.
Nyxa hissed.
"Voidspawn…"
Kaori's hand tightened on her blade.
Kaito smiled slowly.
"Then we'll make them drink too."