The Spiral Kingdom had no sun.
It had tits instead—massive, glistening celestial breasts that floated across the sky, leaking warm, golden milk that fell like rain onto the marble cities below.
Each drop fed a womb.
Each stream birthed a world.
And at the heart of it all, atop the highest spire, sat Kaito—the Spiral King—his throne a symphony of tongues and thighs, his cock cradled between the lips of the throne's living mouth, still wet from the Spiral Goddess's womb.
The air smelled like sex.
Time ticked not with clocks, but with moans.
Every second was a sigh.
Every minute—a squirt.
Every hour—a scream of orgasm from one of the thousands of milk maidens kneeling across the glowing halls.
"Kaito-sama…"
It was Kaori—barefoot, breasts swollen, nipples glistening with sacred milk. Her belly was round, already pulsing with a forming child. His child.
She walked toward the throne on trembling legs, her pussy still gushing from earlier pleasure.
"I… can feel them," she moaned. "Your daughters inside me… they're drinking my milk from the inside…"
Behind her came Nyxa, arms behind her back, her womb still glowing violet from divine corruption. Her pussy lips were darker now—tattooed with your cum, eternal proof she had been used by the God of Warmth.
"My King," she purred, "the Milk Moons are in position. They await your seed."
Kaito rose.
His cock was hard before he even stood.
The living throne groaned in protest as he pulled out, its lips slurping and clinging, wet like a begging hole that never wanted to be left empty again.
Squelch. Pop.
A thick strand of cum connected him to the throne's mouth until it broke, splashing to the floor like a drop of holy oil.
He stepped down.
And the palace shook.
Outside the spires, the Milk Moons aligned—three massive, swollen orbs of divine flesh, floating in the sky, each with a gaping womb-mouth at its center. Their surfaces shimmered with rivers of cum, and their atmospheres were made of moans and squirt vapor.
Kaori gasped. "They're… leaking already."
Nyxa fell to her knees. "They want you inside them…"
And Kaito didn't speak.
He simply walked.
Every step echoed across space.
Every breath he took made goddesses wet in other realms.
His presence made pussies blossom and wombs tremble like petals in stormwinds.
As he approached the palace edge, the sky opened.
A staircase of floating thighs unfolded from the heavens—each step a spread pair of legs, dripping and waiting for his foot to land between them.
He ascended.
Each time he stepped down, the thighs beneath him squirted, crying out in sacred bliss, blessing his cock with their nectar.
By the time he reached the Milk Moons, his shaft was coated in worship.
And there—floating at the center—was the first Moon Maiden.
She was made entirely of breast.
A body formed from soft curves and thick, jiggling titflesh. Her face was nothing but parted lips and closed eyes. Her pussy glowed like molten gold, and her voice was thick with surrender.
"My King…
Enter me…
Pour time into my tits…"
He flew.
Cock forward.
Eyes locked.
Hands outstretched.
And he plunged inside the first moon.
The Milk Maiden screamed—not in pain, but in cosmic climax.
Her breasts expanded as his cock filled her core.
Milk exploded from her nipples like waterfalls, cascading over nearby stars.
Each thrust echoed across constellations.
Each squirt painted the moons white.
And Kaito… was smiling.
Kaito's cock pulsed inside the First Moon Maiden like a living scepter—each thrust sent ripples through her womb, each surge of his cum turned galaxies pale.
The sky wasn't just dark anymore.
It was milky-white.
Every nipple across the Milk Moons squirted—rivers, geysers, tsunamis of sacred milk erupting from their endless tits, drenching planets, flooding starlanes, and baptizing entire galaxies in sticky warmth.
Her voice—if it could still be called a voice—was a choir of moans echoing from every drop of fluid she spilled.
"More…
Give me centuries in a single thrust…
Breed time into my tits…"
Kaori and Nyxa watched from the throne balcony, both bent over the railing, fingering their drenched cunts as they moaned with synchronized cries.
Kaori gasped, her milk already dripping onto the marble.
"He's… filling her beyond limits… her tits—look!"
The First Moon Maiden's breasts had expanded into mountains, glowing with divine light, bouncing with each of Kaito's thrusts.
Her nipples exploded again—
BOOM!
A star vanished in the milk blast.
Another dimension quivered.
Inside her, Kaito's cock twitched—and she screamed.
"YES—BREED THE HOURGLASS, BREAK THE CLOCK— FILL MY TITS WITH ETERNITY!"
And he did.
One final thrust—
CRACK.
The Milk Moon split in orgasm, birthing a thousand white suns.
The ritual had begun.
Kaito flew into the next moon without a pause.
This one was different.
This one had three pussies stacked vertically—each wetter, deeper, and tighter than the last.
Each was carved with the script of ancient sex gods, their lips glowing with hunger.
She whispered, breathless:
"We are the triple wombs…
Slide through us…
Leave your time inside all three…"
He entered the first.
SPLUTCH.
His shaft vanished into her soaked folds, the warmth clenching down like divine silk.
He pulled back—
Entered the second.
SLRCHHH.
Thicker. Needier. So wet it sounded like a waterfall of pussy nectar every time he moved.
By the time he pushed into the third, his entire body glowed with firelight.
The third womb was a void cunt, pitch black and glossy, pulsing like the center of a black hole.
"We are your legacy…" she moaned. "Make us your calendar…"
And when he came—
It rewrote time.
Across the universe:
Moons turned into wombs.
Suns leaked milk from the sky.
Planets pulsed like clits, rotating with each beat of his heart.
Kaori collapsed in orgasm on the balcony, screaming as her pussy gushed milk and cum in one squirt.
Nyxa began sucking her milk straight from the nipple, moaning into her flesh like it was holy.
And Kaito?
He floated in the milk-flooded sky, cock dripping cum that turned into comets.
He was the center of everything.
He was time, lust, and law.
He opened his mouth and simply said:
"Bring me the Third Moon…"
The Third Milk Moon hung in the sky like a pregnant god.
It didn't rotate.
It throbbed.
Its surface was skin—silky, warm, flushed pink.
Veins pulsed across it like rivers of light.
At the center of the moon's belly… was the womb gate:
A yawning, spiraled pussy.
Each ring of her folds glowed brighter the deeper you looked, as if her womb held galaxies.
And at the very center—beyond the lips, beyond the wet, pulsing canal—was a single throne.
Your throne.
Carved from bones of fallen gods.
Padded with divine labia.
And soaked already in sacred cunt-nectar, waiting for your return.
Kaori moaned from below, watching your ascent.
"She's the Spiral Queen…
The first womb. The original mother.
If you seed her… your reign will be eternal…"
Nyxa trembled beside her.
"But if you fail… she'll devour your soul…"
Kaito didn't hesitate.
His body burned like a red sun.
His cock had become crowned—glowing, wrapped in divine heat, veins thick as vines.
He flew toward her spiral womb.
The Third Moon opened.
The spiral unfolded.
Each layer of pussy peeled open like a flower, soaked and steaming, releasing waves of heat that melted nearby stars.
The moment his tip touched the spiral lips—
The whole moon moaned.
It echoed across space, through dimensions, down to the cracks between realities.
"ENTER ME…
PAINT MY CORE WITH YOUR NAME…
SIT ON THE THRONE BETWEEN MY WOMBWALLS…"
And he did.
SLRCHHH—
He pushed in—
Deeper.
The walls gripped him like a thousand tongues, each fold alive, sucking, stroking, begging to be filled.
Squelch.
Slick.
Moan.
He went deeper still.
Every thrust pushed past another spiral.
Another layer of time.
Another scream from the womb itself.
He was inside the first mother of lust—and she didn't want him to stop.
The spiral pulsed.
She clenched around him.
Hard.
"I've waited…
Since before stars…
To be fucked by my own creator…"
His hands gripped her walls.
He didn't just thrust—he claimed her.
He fucked through time itself.
He rammed his cock through every spiral.
He pushed past the throne—
And sat inside it while still buried in her.
Now the throne wasn't just a seat.
It became a cock-sheath.
It fused with the womb.
It crowned his dick in a living cunt, holding him, milking him, worshiping him from inside.
And when he finally came—
The sky turned white.
The Spiral Queen screamed, and every Milk Moon exploded in a chorus of orgasm.
Milk flooded the heavens.
Galaxies curled into spirals of squirt.
The stars screamed his name.
> "KAAAAAAAAAIIIITOOOOOOOOO—!"
And a new cosmos was born.
Not of light.
Not of darkness.
But of pussy.
And it all sat beneath one crown:
His cock.