Chapter 70 Crown of Veins

Chapter 70 Crown of Veins
Theo POV
The stage lights burned like blue fire across the rooftop, turning every drop of Jaz’s milk into liquid starlight. I stood behind him, my chest to his back, my mutated cock still buried to the hilt inside the ruined, pulsing heat of his body. The world watched on every screen, every phone, every billboard now flickering with our image. Jaz’s new fangs glinted when he smiled—the smile he gave me after the last human piece of him finally shattered.

“I love you too… Daddy,” he’d whispered, voice wet with blood and milk and surrender.

My arms locked around his waist, fingers digging into the glowing veins that now mapped his belly like sacred scripture. The bloom had finished its work. His torn nipples streamed steadily, thick and pearlescent, each drop hitting the stage with a soft, obscene sound that the microphones caught and amplified. Behind us, the family waited in perfect formation: Eli with his black sclera and child’s grin, the twins Luca and Rowan latched to Jaz’s hips like living ornaments, the new Darren-hybrid humming in Darren Cole’s stolen voice, and Marcus—Uncle Bloom—already hard again, stroking himself with clawed fingers while he watched my husband leak for the planet.

Jaz shivered, a full-body tremor that clenched around me so tightly I growled. “They’re hungry,” he rasped, the words vibrating through his spine into mine. “All of them.”

I licked the fresh bite mark I’d left on the side of his throat—already healing, already blooming blue. “Let them wait,” I said, voice low enough that only he and the microphones heard. “This part is still mine.”

I rolled my hips once, slow and deliberate, pushing deeper into the new, slick channel the bloom had carved inside him. The crowd below the glass railing screamed in a language that was no longer human—half ecstasy, half terror. Some were already convulsing, veins lighting up under their skin as the airborne spores from Jaz’s milk drifted down like poisonous snow. A woman in the front row dropped to her knees, tongue out, trying to catch a single falling droplet before security—now half-converted themselves—dragged her away.

Jaz’s head fell back against my shoulder. His eyes were pure black now, no white left, but they still looked at me with that same chaotic sunshine I’d murdered the world to keep. “Theo… they can feel it. Everyone. Every heartbeat on the planet is syncing to your cock inside me.”

I believed him. The serum in my veins sang in answer, a low, constant thrum that matched the wet slap of my hips meeting his ass. I fucked him like the King I’d become—deep, possessive strokes that made his glowing belly bulge visibly with every thrust. Milk sprayed harder from his nipples each time I bottomed out, arcing out in shining fans that the children lunged for. Eli caught a mouthful mid-air and swallowed with a happy little moan that sounded far too old for his small body.

“More, Papa,” Luca whispered telepathically, the words sliding into my skull like warm blades. “We want the heart-milk. The one that tastes like forever.”

Rowan’s tiny fangs scraped Jaz’s other nipple, drawing a thin line of blue-tinged blood that mixed with the flow. Jaz keened, the sound broken and beautiful, and his inner walls fluttered around me in helpless orgasm. No hands on him. Just my cock and their mouths and the entire watching world.

I tightened my grip, one hand sliding up to pinch a leaking nipple hard enough to make him cry out. The other hand wrapped around his throat, feeling the new ridges of cartilage shifting under my palm—another gift from the bloom. “You’re not allowed to come without me saying so anymore,” I murmured against his ear, loud enough for the cameras. “You’re the Heart now. You beat when I tell you to.”

“Yes—fuck—yes, Daddy,” he sobbed, the title falling from his fanged mouth like a prayer. His cock—thicker now, veined in the same electric blue—jerked untouched against his own glowing belly, spurting thin ropes of serum-laced cum that the stage lights turned into jewels.

Behind us, the Patriarch stepped forward. My father. The original monster. His presence pressed against my spine like cold iron, but I didn’t turn. Not yet. This moment still belonged to Jaz and me.

“Beautiful,” the old man said, voice booming across the broadcast. “The King claims his Heart in front of six billion souls. Drink, my son. Drink what you built.”

He offered his wrist—already sliced open, blood glowing the same impossible blue as the veins crawling up my arms. I didn’t want it. I hated him for every second of this engineered apocalypse. But Jaz’s body clenched around me in anticipation, and the bloom inside my chest purred at the promise of more power.

I bent my head and latched onto my father’s vein while I kept fucking my husband. The taste exploded across my tongue—ancient, metallic, sweet as Jaz’s milk and twice as addictive. Power flooded my muscles. My cock swelled impossibly thicker inside Jaz, stretching him wider, forcing another gush of milk from his chest that sprayed across the stage in a glittering arc. The children cheered in unison, high childish voices mixing with the wet sounds of feeding.

Jaz’s legs gave out. I held him up, impaled, my free arm banded across his chest so every drop of milk ran over my skin instead of the floor. I drank from my father and bred my husband and felt the entire planet tilt toward us.

When I finally pulled off the Patriarch’s wrist, my lips were stained blue. I licked them clean, then turned Jaz’s face and kissed him—deep, filthy, sharing the taste. He moaned into my mouth, fangs nicking my tongue, and the bloom sang louder between us.

Below, the first civilian fell—trampled in the stampede toward the building’s base. Someone had climbed the security fence trying to reach the milk misting down from the rooftop. The bloom didn’t care. It only wanted to spread.

Marcus stepped closer, clawed hand stroking Jaz’s leaking chest. “My turn soon, little brother,” he growled, voice no longer human. “The bloom wants the whole family inside you again. On camera. For the new converts.”

Jaz’s black eyes fluttered. “Please,” he whispered, the word broken by another thrust from me. “Fill me until it spills out. Let them see what the Heart is for.”

I snarled, possessive rage and love twisting together until I couldn’t tell them apart. I pulled out just long enough to spin him around, bend him over the glass railing, and slam back inside in one brutal stroke. The angle let every camera catch the way his belly distended, the way his milk poured straight down toward the screaming crowd like holy rain.

Eli climbed onto the railing beside us, small hand patting Jaz’s glowing cheek. “We’re almost ready to go outside, Mommy,” he said sweetly, the same words he’d used weeks ago, now laced with ancient hunger. “The Quiet is coming. You made it so pretty.”

The twins latched harder, drinking in noisy gulps. Darren-hybrid—still wearing that stolen adult voice—hummed an old lullaby behind us while the Patriarch watched with glowing satisfaction.

I fucked Jaz harder, hips snapping, balls slapping against his wet, ruined hole. “Mine,” I growled against his spine. “Even when the world ends. Even when we wear each other’s skin. Still mine.”

Jaz came again with a shattered cry, milk exploding from his nipples in twin jets that painted the night sky blue. The crowd below roared as the first wave of conversions hit—hundreds of people dropping to their knees, veins lighting up, mouths open to the falling droplets.

I followed him over the edge, flooding him with everything the bloom had turned my cum into: thick, glowing, addictive. It leaked out around my cock in luminous rivulets, running down his thighs and dripping off the railing like liquid starlight.

For one perfect second, the rooftop was silent except for the wet sounds of feeding and the distant sirens of a collapsing city.

Then the Patriarch spoke again, voice calm and terrible.

“Tomorrow,” he said, “I will show you what I built this serum for, boy. A gift to humanity. And you will drink from me properly—on your knees, in front of every camera left on Earth.”

I felt Jaz’s new fangs scrape my forearm in silent warning. The bloom inside me stirred, already hungry for violence.

I kissed the back of Jaz’s neck, tasting sweat and milk and forever.

“Let him come,” I whispered, only for my husband. “We’ll kill him together when the time is right. But tonight… tonight you’re still leaking for me.”

Jaz turned his head, black eyes shining with monstrous love. “Always, Daddy. Until the Quiet takes everything.”

Below us, the first city block went dark as power grids failed under the weight of six billion new cravings.

The bloom smiled through every one of us.

And the world finally began to hush.