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... ay of milk, every shriek of womb and cunt—all went silent when the egg cracked.
It hung in the air above the battlefield, dripping with both white seed and black poison, throbbing like a swollen womb about to burst. Veins of milk pulsed across its surface, while shadows coiled and writhed like snakes beneath its shell. Each heartbeat shook the world, forcing Firstborn to arch their backs, their pussies squirting in helpless rhythm to the unborn moan.
—CRRRRACK—
A jagged f ...
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