The whispers started when Takeshi touched her belly.
Not her lips.
Not her pussy.
Not even her breasts.
Just the belly.
---
He ran his fingers slowly across the faintly glowing skin. A small bump, pulsing with warmth. It didn't look like a normal pregnancy. No stretch lines, no softness. Just a tight curve, smooth and sensitive like a seal drawn over flesh.
That's when he heard it.
> "Takeshi…"
A soft voice.
From inside her.
Not her mouth.
From her womb.
---
He froze.
Reina lay asleep beside him, breathing gently.
But the whisper echoed again — faint, wet, erotic.
> "Touch me deeper…"
His cock twitched.
His balls tightened.
She was speaking through her womb.
---
He couldn't help himself.
He pulled her thighs open, spread her slick, glowing pussy, and slid two fingers inside. Her body was soaked — leaking spiritual dew, sticky and hot.
Reina moaned in her sleep.
But the voice from her womb gasped in pleasure.
> "More… rub my walls… you make me feel alive…"
He added another finger.
The glow pulsed brighter.
Reina's mouth opened in a silent gasp. Her hips rolled against his hand. Her pussy clenched down, slurping on his fingers like it was sucking them in deeper.
Then the womb-voice said it:
> "Fill me again."
---
That night, he didn't wake her.
He just crawled between her thighs.
And fucked her sleeping body.
---
Her pussy welcomed him instantly.
Wet.
Hot.
Starving.
His cock slid in easily, and her moans broke the silence.
But she didn't open her eyes.
She wasn't awake.
She was possessed.
"That's it…" the womb whispered. "Push deeper… reach your child…"
His mind spun.
He didn't even care anymore.
He just thrust deep, slow, and heavy, until his cock kissed her cervix and her entire womb squeezed like a mouth around him.
Then he came.
A huge, groaning orgasm.
Cum flooded her again — and the belly pulsed.
---
The glow didn't fade this time.
Not in the morning.
Not even after breakfast.
---
She came to his room before noon.
Wearing nothing but a towel.
Her eyes calm. Her body flushed.
The towel fell.
And she straddled him on the floor, not saying a word.
As his cock entered her again, she finally whispered:
> "Don't look at anyone else. Don't touch anyone else."
He blinked.
"Reina?"
She smiled faintly.
"Mizuki. Reina. We're the same now. You fuck us… you belong to us."
---
That week, she didn't let him rest.
She fucked him every night.
Every morning.
Sometimes mid-day.
Her womb grew with every load — glowing brighter, pulsing stronger, reacting to his touch like a living thing.
When he rubbed her belly during sex, it tightened around his cock.
When he sucked her nipples, her pussy gushed before he even thrust.
And when he whispered her name — either name — she'd kiss him with both souls behind her tongue.
---
But the village started noticing.
The monks in the eastern shrine whispered of an unnatural pregnancy forming nearby.
Women felt uneasy walking near Takeshi's home.
Even animals avoided the area.
> Something was being born.
Something that wasn't human.
---
He didn't care.
Every time she rode him, her eyes glowing, her womb sucking him in, her voice switching mid-orgasm, he knew:
He didn't need anyone else.
Not anymore.