The light didn't fade.
It settled.
Soft, humming. Warm.
The birth glow curled around the newborn like wings made of breath and sex, steaming with spiritual dew, still damp with his father's seed and his mother's climax.
---
Takeshi knelt naked on the floor, cock still slick with Mizuki's fluids, staring up at what they had created.
A child born of sex.
Of obsession.
Of cursed love.
He floated calmly, glowing umbilical cords still pulsing between his tiny body and Mizuki's womb, even as she lay collapsed and twitching, her pussy still leaking the final load that had brought him out.
---
The child opened his eyes again.
They were gold.
Burning.
And in them, Takeshi saw every orgasm they'd ever shared.
Every squirt, every creampie, every contraction, every scream.
He gasped.
The child spoke.
> "You have filled the gate. I am born."
---
Mizuki moaned behind him.
Her belly, once swollen with divine life, was now marked with a sigil — glowing red, pulsing in time with the child's breaths.
Her womb hadn't emptied.
It had changed.
It had become eternal.
---
Takeshi turned.
She looked up at him.
Her body… was no longer human.
Her skin shimmered like sacred silk.
Her eyes glowed with layered pupils.
And her pussy — now stretched, flushed, and permanently glistening — throbbed like a shrine's holy well.
---
"I'm still his vessel," she whispered. "But now… I'm yours too."
Takeshi crawled to her.
His cock rose again without command.
Mizuki opened her legs.
> "Feed me. Keep me full. Forever."
---
He slid into her soaked, divine cunt.
It welcomed him like it had never stopped.
Soft. Warm. Stretching for him.
The sigil on her belly glowed again.
The child hovered above, watching his father fuck his mother with god-fueled lust.
---
And the world responded.
---
Far beyond the house…
Shrines began to tremble.
Priests clutched their robes.
Nuns fell to their knees, sweating.
Women soaked through their skirts at the same time in distant villages.
Men woke up mid-dream, cocks hard, mouths whispering the name of a god they'd never learned.
> The Nest had opened.
The Womb of Lust had been revealed.
And the child's divinity leaked into the earth, into the skies, into the minds of the weak and the hungry.
---
Back inside, Takeshi came.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Mizuki laughed and cried and begged and moaned.
Each time he filled her, her body absorbed the seed, her skin pulsing with heat, her breasts overflowing with milk they would both drink later.
---
They didn't stop.
Not that day.
Not that week.
Not ever.
---
Takeshi became her eternal consort.
Bound to her body.
Her womb.
Her thirst.
---
The child grew fast.
Not in size.
In presence.
He would not live among men.
He would reign above them.
---
And so…
From deep within the soaked hills of the countryside…
A new shrine was built.
Not of stone.
But of skin and moans and semen and screams.
Pilgrims would come.
Drop to their knees.
And worship the living womb that birthed a god.
---
But only Takeshi could fuck her.
Only his cock could feed her.
Only his seed could keep the god calm.
---
He did it every day.
Every night.
And sometimes—
He could feel another child forming.
---
A second gate.
A new hunger.
The next one waiting to be born.
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And he smiled.
Because this was love.
This was worship.
This was the only heaven he ever needed.