A Dance to Fire Things Up! (Pregnant Belly Omanko Dance)

Sway♡ Sway♡ Sway♡

Slap♡ Slap♡ Slap♡

From somewhere in the cave came the wet, rolling sound of flesh in motion and the wet smack of skin against skin. Strictly speaking, the source was the cave mouth, but the acoustics were so generous that the noise bounced inward as a rolling echo, filling every chamber.

If it keeps echoing like that, the pig bastard's going to wake up.

But there was nothing to be done about it. Orders were orders. The dance had to go on.

"Female! Shake it harder!"

"Yes, sir! Then please watch again. Hah…! Hah…!"

Obeying the goblin's command — more precisely, the command to dance and stir the mood — I shook a body that even I had to admit looked thoroughly trashy.

I spread my legs into a crab-like O, announcing to the world a pussy overflowing with love juices while maximizing every inch of contact with the open air. Fingers laced behind my head, I put both armpits and my cunt on full display. Thankfully, there was no underarm hair and no pubic hair either — not because I'd groomed them away, but because they simply weren't there.

Some people claim a bush is hotter. I just hoped the goblin didn't care either way.

And finally, locked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠into the pose, I snapped my body hard to the left.

Whap♡

Squelch♡

My soft udders bounced leftward, and breast milk sprayed free from inside. Since there were two of them, they collided mid-swing and made a wet, meaty sound of their own.

The baby-goblin pouch — roughly twenty minutes from delivery — also lurched left with the motion, and for a second my center of gravity nearly went with it. Somehow I held on.

I'd never seen a goblin fetus, but it was heavy. Heavy enough that its inertia far outclassed my tits.

Sway♡

Before that inertia could even settle, I snapped right. Of course the baby in my womb rode the same force and ground against the walls of my uterus. Ah, fuck — my body was already taking a beating from the violent exercise, and somehow pleasure was still climbing through it.

I'm gonna cum! No — I'm already spraying pussy juice and milk. I'm already going♡ I'm cumming while doing the Omanko Dance♡

"Ihihiiik♡ Ooh…! Ugh, ahaaaah!"

"Kegehgehgehgek! That's fucking hilarious! The female's cumming while doing that retarded dance!"

Fortunately ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the goblin seemed to like my routine; he collapsed onto the ground howling with laughter. He looked pretty damn stupid doing it — but still more normal than the woman currently thrashing through a pregnant-belly Omanko Dance right in front of him.

"Haaah! Crude sincere-climax dance — final stretch♡♡♡"

I danced as if this were the last performance of my life, flinging breast milk and pregnant love juices in every direction with everything I had.

Thank you, baby. This is the first time I've ever received filial piety like this. Thanks to you, Mommy got to do some lovely service work♡

"Kyakyakyakyak! Enough! I'm gonna die laughing!"

"Hyaaaaaaang♡♡♡"

Pssssshhhhhh!!!

"…Female?"

The goblin called out with something almost like concern. But I was fully committed to the pregnant-belly Omanko Dance. Apologies to the goblin, but I had no bandwidth left for him.

Pleasure♡

Pleasure ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was right here♡ Fuck — shaking my udders and pregnant belly brought a high bigger than actual sex, bigger than getting fucked — but all it did was heat my body without ever cooling it down. And on top of the excess orgasm, something like shooting-star beads kept popping behind my eyes.

Come to think of it… why am I even dancing this?

I had no idea. But right now reason could go fuck itself — pleasure was everything, and this unbearable pressure needed fixing immediately.

But how?

I thought about it. And right then, the erect cock of the goblin fretting over me swam into view.

At a glance, about twenty centimeters.

It had felt good going in… My male sensibilities still said not to take it, but biologically I was a woman now.

If you thought about it, the body turning female meant the brain cells had gone female too. That was the formula. Ah, fuck it — the lust had to be dealt with first.

If I didn't want that — if I wanted to satisfy a man's lust instead — I'd need a dick, and I didn't have one, fuck. Tears welling, I dialed down the frequency of the Omanko Dance but kept my royal ass twitching as I turned around.

Pussy facing him.

"Hey, fucking goblin! Your dick's hard, so hurry up and—"

"…The fuck is this?"

"Ah."

The pig bastard was awake. His face was pure irritation, the look of a man staring at absolute nonsense.

His cock was probably furious too. Best to sweet-talk him as hard as possible.

"Get it up, fuck! Hurry and put your dick in a pussy already pregnant with some other guy's seed—!"

"Don't give me that shit!"

Thud!

A wet impact cracked through the air and my body lofted. The brief float vanished and freefall took its place.

My ass slammed into the ground without mercy. But what hit me wasn't pain — it was pleasure. And only then did it register: Morus had just kicked me square in the pregnant belly.

Ah. He just drove a kick that would have hurt like hell even on a normal body straight into a pregnant stomach? I'm fucked.

Not that Morus was socially fucked. There was no society here for that. Just me. I was the one who was fucked.

The struck spot started to itch. The itch swelled, then bloomed into a fireworks-burst of pure pleasure.

The status window screamed for my attention, but I couldn't do a thing about it. More precisely—

"Buhiiiiiiiiit♡ Ohok, ohoooooh♡♡♡"

Pssshiiiiit!

All I could do was blast milk and cunt-water in three directions while squealing like a pig with its throat cut♡

I couldn't feel my hands or legs♡

Clang!

Like an onahole. Like an onahole with no sensation left in its limbs — every sense funneled into the lewd parts of my torso.

Thud! Thud!

I couldn't hear anything. I just threw my throat open and howled, announcing to the world for a long, long time exactly how good I felt.

"Hah… hah. So fucking loud."

Morus, unable to swallow a flash of rage, had killed the porter goblin. Not with a clean spell — he'd beaten it to death with his bare fists.

He'd gotten a woman. A sex slave, yes, but a peerless beauty all the same. Knowing he could never reach someone like her no matter how hard he tried, he'd taken her by force. The price had been catastrophic.

"Hooohk…♡ Ugh!"

A woman pregnant with a goblin's child, oinking away. No — as the goblin had put it, a female. Just a female gone mad on reproductive instinct.

Ziiing.

For an instant Morus saw a strange pattern rise across Serena's pregnant belly.

"Wait. Did that bitch always have that on her stomach? And that crest… that's a Goddess's mark!"

As a member of the Demon King's Army, Morus recognized the pink-glowing seal at once. Normally affiliations were stamped on gear, clothes, or banners — the Goddess Church never put them on the body itself.

The reason was simple: a mark on the flesh was a special kind of seal called a Holy Mark.

It wasn't carved in artificially. Divine power soaked into the body and rose of its own accord, which made it all the more sacred.

And it was on a slave girl's belly. Which meant only one thing.

"A Holy Maiden? This bitch?"

"Oheeeeek♡"

Morus couldn't believe it. Reality, however, insisted the slave was a Holy Maiden. The Holy Mark cooled his head, and he reassessed.

"I got way too invested in a sex slave."

Pregnant with a goblin's spawn. If that had happened to his wife, his lover, or his family, the chest-ripping fury he'd just felt would have been justified.

But that female was a sex slave. There was no need to sink that deep.

"Still… I'll never see another one like her."

A Holy Maiden should have been reported to the Demon King's Army… but Morus felt no urge to do so. He wanted her for himself. He wanted to break her and make her his.

"Heh heh heh heh."

The lust that bloomed took the wheel, and under its command his cock rose hard.

"Wow~ That's quite the spectacle. Did you do it yourself? The cock and the breeding really suit you."

"Huh? No. This is the goblin's work — I just finished— Wait."

Morus answered the question that had come out of nowhere, then registered the problem: there was no one here who should be asking questions. Which meant an outsider. And for a member of the Demon King's Army who also happened to be the perpetrator, that was not ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠good news.

"Who—! Guh!"

He spun to attack and took a blow straight to the solar plexus, crumpling on the spot.

"Who? The angel in charge of every birth in this world — Eileithyia! You can call me Ei for short!"

"Ghk, gahk!"

Morus coughed in pure horror.

An angel.

One of the beings the Demon King's Army feared most — right alongside the Goddesses — was standing in front of him.

Death. The word flickered through his mind.

Even if she was non-combat — childbirth division — even if she was a pink-haired female with massive tits, she was more than capable of killing someone like him.

No need to call it a bluff: the black halo and pink wings were proof enough. Fallen or not, she was still the enemy.

But after introducing herself, Ei ignored the crumpled Morus entirely and floated up a crystal orb.

"What the hell are you—"

"Ah, birth records! Don't interfere and… I'll let you live."

"You're recording this?"

Morus couldn't process it for a second. Recording, fine. But why?

"Why else? I'm going to properly preserve this trashy female's dark history and sell it."

"…I may not look like much, but I'm a mage of sorts. If it means screwing that female over, I'll help."

"Aha! A Demon King's Army guy being this useful? Alright then — for the setup…"