The immortal womb is a strange thing it remembers.
Three months have passed since I gave birth to Ethereal, and already he stands before me, a magnificent creature caught between worlds. His upper body is that of a young man with sharp features that echo my own, but below the waist, he is pure stallion sleek, powerful, and undeniably divine. His eyes shift between my blue and his father’s deeper hue, depending on his mood.
“Mother,” he says, his voice deeper than one would expect, resonant with the same otherworldly timbre as Lucid’s. “The time approaches.”
I nod, feeling the familiar heat rising within me. Since Ethereal’s birth, I’ve delivered two daughters both beautiful goddess-children with equine features who were whisked away by the priestesses for training. But now the cycle demands completion. My firstborn son has reached maturity, and the ancient laws of The Abyss must be honored.
“I know,” I whisper, my hand instinctively moving to my belly, which has only recently returned to its flat state after my last birth. Already my body tingles with anticipation, the breeding oil administered by the cult still flowing through my system, keeping me perpetually ready, perpetually hungry.
Lucid watches from the edge of the clearing, his blue eyes approving. He has been a devoted husband, filling me with his seed whenever my womb is empty, but tradition dictates that he step aside for this sacred union. My son must become my husband; the bloodline must fold back upon itself to strengthen the divine essence.
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