Dawn – The Grand Temple of the Reincarnation Goddess, Eostia
The sky bled gold and rose when the temple bells began to toll for the last time.
Celestine Lucross stood alone at the highest altar, white silk robes already translucent with nervous sweat, golden hair unbound to her ankles, emerald eyes fixed on the horizon where a black sun was rising.
She knew what was coming.
Every priestess in the temple had dreamed it last night: the Sovereign's silhouette, one hundred and sixteen inches of glowing divine cock, and the promise that the reincarnation cycle itself would be rewritten inside her womb.
The temple doors exploded inward.
Jax walked the central aisle barefoot, coat open, cock fully erect and dripping a steady stream of molten-gold pre that burned holy runes into the marble with every drop.
Behind him marched the imperial procession:
- Olga riding a throne of writhing shadow tentacles that kept her constantly plugged and leaking.
- Asagi, Yukikaze, Sakura, Oboro – all re-pregnated again, bellies glowing like war lanterns.
- Two hundred dark-elf nobles and four hundred Taimanin elites, every single one visibly pregnant, marching in perfect lockstep, milk dripping in synchronized rhythm.
- The newborn legion, now tens of thousands strong, floating above like a storm of cherubs made of lightning and shadow.
Celestine tried one last prayer.
Her voice cracked on the first syllable.
Jax reached the altar steps.
He didn't speak.
He simply looked at her.
The High Goddess's robes dissolved into golden dust.
She stood naked, flawless, divine breasts already leaking holy milk that turned to liquid starlight on the floor.
[Target: Celestine Lucross – Reincarnation Goddess]
[Hidden Affection: 100/100]
[Womb Readiness: Divine estrus – capable of bearing twelve at once]
Celestine's legs gave out.
She fell to her knees on the altar, hands already reaching for his cock like it was the only salvation left.
Jax cupped her chin, gentle, almost reverent.
"I'm not here to break you, Celestine.
I'm here to make you eternal."
Then he lifted her, turned her to face the ten thousand priestesses and knights forced to watch from the pews, and impaled her on his cock in a single downward thrust.
The sound that left Celestine's throat was not human.
It was the sound of divinity surrendering to mortality Lux's strongest urge.
One hundred and sixteen inches punched through goddess pussy, past cervix, and kissed the back of her womb like a lover returning after ten thousand years.
Her belly bulged outward in the perfect outline of his cock, golden holy runes blooming across her skin in fractal patterns.
The altar beneath them cracked in the shape of a blooming rose.
Jax began to move.
Slow.
Worshipful.
Every stroke lifted Celestine's entire body off the marble, her feet dangling, toes curling, milk spraying in golden arcs that painted the statue of the old goddess behind her.
The temple's sacred crystal began to pulse in time with his thrusts.
By the fiftieth stroke, Celestine's belly was rounding.
By the hundredth, she looked six months pregnant with divine twins.
By the two-hundredth, full-term with twelve, skin glowing so brightly the entire temple was bathed in dawn light that came from inside her womb.
The priestesses in the pews began to strip themselves, tears streaming, hands between their legs, chanting his name like a new scripture.
Jax leaned in, lips against Celestine's ear as he bottomed out again.
"Reincarnation is dead.
From now on, every soul in this world is born from my seed and your womb.
Say it."
Celestine's voice rang out, amplified by the temple itself, heard across the entire continent:
"THE CYCLE IS BROKEN♡
ALL LIFE FLOWS FROM THE SOVEREIGN'S COCK♡
I AM HIS ETERNAL BROODMOTHER♡
BREED YOUR GODDESS IN FRONT OF HER CHILDREN♡♡♡!!!"
Jax gave her what she begged for.
He buried himself to the absolute root and came.
The first rope shot into her womb with the force of a star going supernova.
Her belly jumped a full foot outward.
By the fifteenth rope, Celestine was larger than any previous consort, belly sloshing with enough seed to drown continents, twelve glowing silhouettes visible beneath the stretched, translucent skin, each one already crowned with tiny halos.
The temple's sacred crystal shattered into a million pieces that reformed instantly into a new crown, floating down to rest on Celestine's head as she came harder than any being ever had in history.
A ring of pure golden light exploded outward, traveling at the speed of thought, rewriting reality across the entire Kuroinu layer.
Every female monster, every princess, every commoner felt their wombs clench in sympathy and begin ovulating whether they wanted to or not.
Jax kept pumping until Celestine's belly was the size of a small house, resting on the altar like a fertility idol carved by mad gods.
Only then did he pull out.
A solid five minutes of glowing golden cum poured from her ruined, gaping pussy, pooling into a lake that instantly birthed twelve golden-winged infants who floated up and kissed their mother's cheeks before taking positions in the newborn legion.
Celestine collapsed forward, hands cradling her impossible belly, tears of pure bliss streaming.
"Thank you… my Emperor… my everything…"
Jax turned to the pews where the remaining six princesses were already on their knees, clothes burned away by the holy light, pussies dripping in perfect synchronization.
He raised one hand.
"Line up on the altar.
The Seven Goddesses fall together."