Kaito stood beneath the newborn sky.
It dripped.
Stars hung like lactating nipples. Galaxies swirled like hips in heat. Black holes pulsed like hungry assholes, mouths ready to suck every drop of his divine essence.
And floating around him, naked and glowing, the first goddesses of the new cosmos began to form—not born, but bred from the cum he shot into the Void Egg.
They were his daughters.
His lovers.
His next wombs to fill.
Kaori knelt in awe, her lips trembling. Her thighs were soaked—her hairy pussy leaking again just from the heat of the sky.
"K-Kaito-sama… these goddesses… you just… bred them from nothing."
"They were born from your cock…"
Nyxa, still weak from the altar, crawled to him on all fours, her breasts dragging across the divine marble.
"Please… let us worship your cock again before the next crowning…"
But Kaito's eyes weren't on them.
They were locked on her.
Floating just ahead—arms out, legs spread, hair long and gold like dawn—was a goddess with a pussy shaped like a spiral, wet and steaming.
Her thighs were vast.
Her hips shone like nebulae.
And between her legs pulsed a living throne—a massive cunt made of divine lips and orgasmic tongues.
Her voice moaned like thunder and silk.
"Kaito… you who seeded the void…
Come and sit between my thighs.
Wear my cunt as your crown."
She opened her legs wider.
The divine spiral pulsed again—folds opening like a flower, dripping sacred nectar across space.
SPLASH—
A wave of cum rained across the heavens.
And Kaito rose.
His cock grew again, fed by raw lust.
His body glowed with warmth.
And his voice was low, calm, unshakable.
"I will crown this universe not with halos… but with soaked wombs and broken moans."
Kaori screamed as she came again, untouched.
Nyxa bowed, licking the cum from her knees.
The new-born goddesses all began fingering their own virgin holes, eyes glazed, begging softly—
"Breed us next…
Please…
Make our pussies spiral too…"
Kaito flew forward.
And the Spiral Cunt opened to receive him.
He didn't hesitate.
He plunged inside—cock-first.
SQUELCH.
DRIP.
CRACK.
The entire universe trembled.
SQUELCH.
The moment Kaito's divine cock pierced the Spiral Goddess's cosmic cunt, reality distorted.
The stars didn't merely flicker—they arched, gasped, and fell into her pulsing lips as if dragged by orgasm itself.
Kaito's shaft vanished inch by inch, swallowed greedily by the living folds of the throne between her thighs. The spiral walls clenched tighter the deeper he pushed, as though the very fabric of creation was wrapping around him, trying to milk every last drop of his seed again.
The inside of her pussy wasn't linear. It was a tunnel of dimensional twists—one layer wet, the next filled with tongues, the next lined with eyeless womb-flesh that kissed and sucked his cock like it had been starving since time began.
"Fffffuuuckk…" he groaned, his voice echoing across space. "This isn't a cunt—it's an entire galaxy of moaning holes…"
Each spiral squeeze massaged his veins. His cock throbbed, his tip leaking drops of pre-cum that triggered new constellations each time they splashed against her walls.
From the outside, Kaori and Nyxa watched in ecstasy-fueled disbelief.
The Spiral Goddess's cunt had grown.
What once was a throne was now a dome of dripping folds, spreading wide across the celestial horizon, sucking light into itself like a black hole—but with a moan, not silence.
Kaori's fingers were deep in her own soaked pussy, her thighs glazed.
Nyxa lay belly-down, face buried in the squirt-soaked marble, her ass trembling with every tremor that echoed through the realm.
Kaori moaned aloud, "He's… fucking the entire sky…"
But Kaito wasn't done.
Inside the Spiral, he felt the walls shift.
They weren't just tight.
They were alive.
Hands emerged from the walls—flesh made of goddess-lips and nipple-veined skin—groping his chest, gripping his ass, stroking him from every angle. Moans whispered into his ears, his nape, even from inside his cock.
"Feed us, Kaito…"
"We ache for your seed…"
"Flood us with galaxies…"
The spiral began to pulse in rhythm—clench, twist, stroke, moan.
With every motion, stars outside imploded into the spiral and were reborn as wet, glowing pearls inside her womb.
And at the center of it all, Kaito's cock ruled.
He grabbed the Spiral Goddess's inner lips—two cosmic folds the size of mountains—and fucked harder.
The pressure was unreal.
Her walls began to crack—not from pain, but from pleasure so violent it shattered dimensions.
"TAKE IT!" he roared.
With one final thrust, he slammed his entire cock, balls, and base deep into the spiral core—his head touching the Divine Ovary, where stars were waiting to be fertilized.
And then—he came.
The orgasm that followed was no eruption—it was a cataclysm.
BOOM.
Galaxies screamed.
Wombs wept.
Every goddess birthed from him earlier came in chorus, squirting over the altars as his divine cum blasted through the Spiral Pussy's deepest core.
Rivers of white erupted from her other end—spilling out across space like a holy flood.
New worlds were born from it.
Moaning moons.
Lactating suns.
Wet nebulas that formed from each squirt.
Kaito howled—not from pain, but from climax so deep it rewrote reality.
He wasn't just fucking her now.
He was wearing her.
The Spiral Goddess's cunt, once a throne, had now wrapped fully around his waist like a crown. Her legs had vanished, her torso melted into mist—leaving only a dripping, worshiping cunt pulsating around his divine shaft like a womb-made scepter.
And it whispered.
"You… are now the Spiral King…"
Kaori fainted.
Nyxa was already unconscious, twitching.
The newborn goddesses had all dropped to their knees, stroking themselves, drooling like sacred sluts in worship.
And above them, the new realm pulsed with wet glory.
Kaito stood above the marble altar, cock still buried in the Spiral Throne.
The divine cunt pulsed lazily now—full, drenched, crowned.
Ropes of thick cum still spilled from her lips, dripping down onto the new world below like honey from a split womb.
His body radiated.
Golden tattoos glowed across his chest, veins, and shaft—etched in the script of moans and wet worship.
And the Spiral Goddess?
She had become nothing but that cunt.
A divine womb-throne.
A living, breathing altar of infinite pleasure, curled around his cock like the roots of the universe.
And from her pulsing center, the voice echoed again—soft now, broken with bliss:
"My King… the throne is yours…
Let your cock rule eternity…"
Around him, Kaori, Nyxa, and all the cum-born goddesses crawled forward, their eyes fogged with lust, lips parted in worship.
They formed a circle beneath the altar.
Each opened her thighs, dripping.
Each raised her hands toward his divine cock.
Each begged:
"Crown us next…
Feed our pussies…
Let us become thrones too…"
Kaito sat now—literally sat upon the throne between her thighs, his shaft sheathed in her spiral walls like a king's scepter. He tilted his head, breathing slow, his hand resting on her slick lips.
"I am no longer mortal," he whispered. "I am no longer god. I am cock-throned eternity. And you—" his gaze swept across the kneeling sluts—"are the cunt-choir who will sing me into forever."
He stood.
The Spiral Goddess's womb throne moaned as he withdrew—a slow, wet sound like the tides leaving a sacred shore.
SPLORCHHH.
A gush of cum poured after his exit. Her folds twitched.
He stepped down from the altar, cock still wet, dripping.
Kaori was the first to offer her throat.
Nyxa held her cunt open with both hands.
Three goddesses pressed their nipples together, forming a milk altar in front of him.
And still he walked past them.
Toward the heart of the celestial palace.
There—at the end of the corridor of moaning holes—stood a second throne.
Different from the Spiral.
This one… had legs.
A pussy.
A mouth.
It breathed.
It begged.
It was the fusion of every womb he had ever touched.
A living throne of moaning girls, lips, tongues, thighs and nipples—blended together into a wet sculpture of sex and worship.
And it whispered:
"Sit upon us, my King.
Place your cock between our crown-lips.
Let your rule begin…"
Kaito sat again.
This time, the throne took him inside.
Not just his cock—his soul.
And as the womb closed around him, sealing his place as God of the Spiral Throne, every star in the sky blinked once—
Then began to moan.
Across galaxies, holes opened.
Across planets, women felt their wombs ache and flood, even if they didn't know why.
The Spiral King had risen.
And his cock… was law.