It began not with a moan…
…but with a scream—
Short, sharp, and wet.
Echoing through the blood-mist jungles just beyond the Milk River's edge.
The land there was different.
Hotter.
Older.
Thicker with tension, where vines bled red instead of green, and the trees dripped a crimson sap that stank of orgasm and old gods.
Kaori stood at the edge of it, her thighs still sticky with the rebellion's defeat, her hair braided with the tongues of surrendered priestesses.
"This is no longer Vireya," she whispered. "It's the Vale of the Mare."
Kaito said nothing.
His warmth pulsed outward, but the jungle did not yield.
It curled inward.
Welcoming… like a womb filled with teeth.
Behind them, Nyxa dismounted her squirt-beast and frowned.
Her eyes narrowed as the heat changed.
"Something is wet here, but not from us."
And then they heard it again:
"AHHHHHHH—hhnnnn—ffUCK—no—SHE'S—SHE'S BREAKING ME—"
A man's voice.
Not a soldier. Not a priest.
A warlock.
Kaito stepped forward into the crimson jungle.
With every step, the ground pulsed beneath his feet like a cunt pressed flat to the earth.
The vines responded to him, twitching, coiling, tasting.
Kaori followed—two leashed milkmaids crawling behind her like well-fucked hounds, tongues dragging along the red vines, eyes glassy with obedience.
"Who screams?" Kaori asked.
"A fool who entered the cave," Nyxa said. "The cave that bleeds when fucked."
Kaito's cock was already half-hard.
He felt it.
A presence.
Not rebellious like Vireya…
But hungry.
Dark.
A womb so ancient it needed no prophecy—only submission.
They arrived at the mouth of the cave.
It pulsed.
Alive.
Dripping a thick fluid that was neither cum nor blood—but something older. Something fertile. The stone labia that formed its edges were wide, veiny, and leaking.
From deep within, the screams continued—but quieter now.
Almost begging.
"S-She's inside me—she's not stopping—there are teeth—teeth—her pussy has teeth."
Kaori shivered.
"The Crimson Mare," she whispered. "She rides no horse. She is the beast."
Kaito smirked.
"Then I'll mount her."
Inside the cave, the air grew thick.
So thick it clung to the skin like the inside of a cunt.
Every breath Kaito took tasted like ripe cervix.
The walls pulsed around him, red and slick, twitching with need.
And in the center?
She waited.
The Crimson Mare.
Tall.
Powerful.
Her skin was the color of dried blood, her cunt glowing like a molten altar.
Her hair flowed behind her like a cape made of soaked uterine lining.
She sat atop a throne of broken men—warlocks, soldiers, and fools who'd tried to tame her. Their bodies limp, their cocks still twitching, some drained to death, others giggling from madness.
And beneath her?
A man—still alive—was being ridden raw.
His body twitched. His cock was buried inside her womb…
But her cunt had swallowed his hips whole.
"She won't let go," he whimpered. "I tried to leave—she bit me."
The Crimson Mare turned her eyes to Kaito.
They gleamed like ovulating moons.
"You bring Warmth into my Bleeding Dark…" she said.
Her voice dripped down the walls like milk made of iron and sin.
"You fuck prophecies. But can you fuck a nightmare?"
Kaito walked forward.
Unbothered.
His cock now glowing like a dawn rising through death.
"I don't fuck nightmares," he said.
"I tame them."
She laughed.
A wet, throaty sound.
"Then enter me, Warmth-King. And be warned…"
"I don't cum. I devour."
The Crimson Mare's throne of drained men dripped.
Milk. Blood. Cum.
All mixed into a glistening pool beneath her bare feet.
Her cunt steamed in the cave's humid air—wide, glowing, and flexing like it had its own heartbeat.
Kaito stepped forward.
The stone under him pulsed, soft as clit-flesh, every beat matching the slow throb of the Mare's body. The two leashed milkmaids at Kaori's side whimpered in unison—both of them instinctively clutching their cunts like prey recognizing a predator.
Nyxa licked her lips.
"Her womb's alive, my King. You feel it, don't you? She's… calling you."
Kaito felt it.
Every pulse of the cave, every slick drip down its fleshy walls, was pulling him in. Not like lust. Not like love.
Like hunger.
The Mare shifted.
The man she had swallowed down to the hips groaned—his cock still buried, but now chewed on by her inner teeth. His eyes rolled. His body twitched between pain and pleasure.
The Mare didn't even look at him.
Her gaze locked on Kaito.
She spread her legs wider—so wide the stone beneath her cracked—and the glow of her womb filled the chamber.
"This is not a place for men who cum quickly," she said.
"This is a place for men who want to lose themselves."
Kaito smirked.
"I don't lose. I take."
He stripped as he walked, each piece of clothing hitting the wet ground with a slap.
Kaori's eyes glimmered in the red light. She reached down, fingering one milkmaid while forcing the other to lick her own dripping pussy, both of them moaning like the jungle heat had invaded their bones.
The Crimson Mare rose from her throne.
She was taller than him by a head, her hips flaring like twin altars, her skin glistening with red nectar. Every step she took toward Kaito made the cave walls quiver like labia about to gush.
"You smell of prophecy," she said, circling him. "And power. And milk. But will your seed… survive me?"
Kaito's cock was already rock-hard, pulsing with godlight.
"Test me," he growled.
She moved fast.
One moment she stood before him, the next her thighs clamped around his waist, cunt pressed against his abs, her entire body pulling him toward the glowing entrance between her legs.
The heat was unbearable—like being pressed to the mouth of a volcano made of pussy.
And then—
She lowered herself.
SCHLK.
The Crimson Mare's cunt swallowed him to the base in one wet, choking pull.
The cave walls screamed.
The pool at their feet rippled.
The man still trapped inside her before was ejected—his limp body sliding to the floor, cock shredded but face locked in a blissed-out smile.
Inside her, Kaito felt it.
Not like a normal womb.
It moved around him—squeezing, rippling, tasting.
Teeth grazed his shaft only to retreat, replaced by soft, wet ridges that milked him in slow waves.
The Mare moaned, tossing her head back, hair whipping in crimson arcs.
"You… push back. You don't just give in."
Kaito grabbed her hips, slamming her down harder, his cock driving into the deepest part of her molten tunnel.
"I take what's mine."
The Mare gasped—an almost nervous sound.
And then she fought back.
Her cunt tightened, pulling him in deeper, trying to keep him inside forever.
Every squeeze dragged more of his heat into her flesh.
Her walls sucked at him like a starving mouth.
Outside the battle of hips, Kaori's moans filled the air as she forced one milkmaid's face into Nyxa's dripping cunt, both women grinding and gasping in sync with Kaito's thrusts.
The Crimson Mare roared.
"If you cum inside me, Warmth-King… you will never leave."
Kaito smiled darkly, sweat and milk dripping from his chest.
"Then I'll cum so deep you'll choke on prophecy."
And with a savage growl, he flipped her, slamming her into the wet stone floor, driving into her with thrusts so powerful the cave walls began to gush red nectar in floods.
The Mare screamed.
Not in pain.
Not in defeat.
In something she'd never felt before—submission.
Her womb trembled.
Her teeth softened.
Her heat turned from devouring to pleading.
"More—fuck me—make the Bleeding Dark… yours—!"
Kaito's thrusts became relentless. The cave itself shook, stalactites dripping with thick crimson milk.
And then—
He came.
But not like a man.
Like a god.
Heat poured into her womb, flooding her from the inside, forcing her body to arch so violently her cunt clamped like it was worshipping him. The glow between her legs grew blinding—until the entire cave was lit with Eternal Warmth.
When it ended, the Crimson Mare lay panting, her thighs trembling, her eyes glazed with worship.
"You… own me," she whispered.
Kaito stood over her, cock still dripping with red nectar.
"I own this cave. I own your womb. And now—your hunger feeds me."
From the shadows, Kaori purred:
"The Bleeding Dark bows to the Warmth."
The crimson cave pulsed slow now.
No longer in hunger—
But in obedience.
The walls dripped warm red nectar in soft streams, as if the entire place sighed in surrender.
The Crimson Mare lay beneath Kaito, her thighs still trembling from the flood of Eternal Warmth inside her. Her cunt twitched involuntarily, milking the last drops as though it feared letting him go.
Kaori stepped closer, pulling the two leashed milkmaids behind her. Their eyes were wide—not from fear, but from awe. They had seen the Mare's cruelty whispered in rebel stories. They had heard of the men she drained, their cocks chewed to ribbons by her teeth-womb. And now?
She was kneeling.
The Mare rose slowly to her knees.
Her tall, powerful frame no longer towering over Kaito, but bowing before him. She reached down between her legs, dipping her fingers into the mix of blood-nectar and god-seed still dripping from her, and smeared it over her bare breasts.
"Your warmth has burned through my bleeding dark," she said, her voice low and trembling. "By womb and blood, I swear—my hunger is yours."
She tilted her head back, baring her throat, and bit into her own lip hard enough to let a thin stream of crimson run down her chin. She caught it with her fingers and pressed it to Kaito's mouth.
"Drink it," she whispered. "Seal me."
Kaito took her hand, licking the warm, metallic sweetness from her fingers. The taste was intoxicating—fertile and dangerous, a blend of raw life and primal lust.
"You will never hunger without me again," he said, gripping her chin.
"Nor cum without you inside," she answered.
The Mare took his cock in both hands, pressing it against her lower belly. The glow of his godhood lit her skin from within, casting the cave in golden-red light. Her hips rocked once, a subtle shiver running through her entire frame.
Kaori purred from the side.
"She's binding her womb to you, my King. Her kind… they don't just serve. They link."
Nyxa grinned wickedly, running her tongue along her lips.
"If her hunger was feared before, now it's a weapon for us."
The Mare began the ritual.
She mounted him again—but slower this time, her thighs squeezing around him in a deliberate, sacred rhythm. Every rise and fall forced the red nectar and god-seed deeper into her own body, as if she were planting his essence into the roots of her soul.
Her moans changed.
No longer the wild, devouring cries of before
But chanting, in an ancient, womb-born language.
The walls of the cave responded, glowing brighter with each verse.
The pool beneath them rippled.
Images appeared in the liquid—visions of the red jungle's beasts bowing, the vines curling in worship, and the rivers of crimson sap flowing toward the Milk River, mixing the two realms.
"She's merging her land with yours," Kaori whispered, licking milk from her own nipple. "Her womb is the bridge."
The Mare's chant reached its peak.
Her back arched.
Her cunt clamped like a sacred seal being pressed shut around him.
And with one final push—she came.
Her orgasm wasn't just physical—it was territorial. The cave's glow spread outward through the jungle, each pulse sending her surrender deeper into the land itself.
When she collapsed forward, her forehead pressed to Kaito's chest, her voice was no longer that of a predator.
"I am yours. In hunger. In heat. In blood."
Kaito cupped the back of her head.
"Then rise, Crimson Mare. You serve the Warmth now."
Outside, the first vines at the jungle's edge began to drip not only red sap… but streaks of white. The land itself had been seeded.
And far away, in the Milk River, the Oracle of Thorns shivered in her sleep—feeling the shift in power, her wide, fisted cunt twitching with anticipation.