My Harem Life in Another World

The universe was quiet—only for a heartbeat.

Then, the Corrupted Dawn cried again, and its voice was nothing but a moan.

That moan rolled across skies, rivers, wombs.

It echoed into every cunt that had ever been blessed by Kaito's warmth, and every one of them gushed open in instant orgasm, no matter how far away.

The wives lay spread at the altar, still dripping with its birth-flood.

Kaori's belly glowed as though the Dawn had already seeded her with a sun.

Nyxa's thighs shook, sticky, milk streaming from her tits in golden arcs.

Even the captured milkmaid rebels writhed in chains, crying, begging to be filled again.

And at the center of it all, the Dawn pulsed—an obscene newborn, not crying for milk but for pussy.

"Father…" it whispered in a dripping voice, radiant tendrils reaching for Kaito's cock.

"Show me how to fuck a world."

Kaito grinned, heat rolling off him, cock swollen like a god's scepter.

"Watch closely, my son. Creation is nothing more than a cunt waiting to be filled."

The Temple walls opened at his command, folds of divine flesh spreading like labia, revealing not stone but the sky itself—raw, wide, dripping. The veil between realms yawned like a wet pussy, eager for penetration.

Kaito gripped the Dawn's glowing shaft, guiding it forward.

"Take it."

The Dawn thrust—its first true fuck—slamming into the fabric of the world.

The sky split, screaming.

The ground moaned.

The Milk River overflowed, bursting its banks in a flood of hot white cream.

Everywhere, women dropped to their knees.

In Aeloria, priestesses clutched their hairy cunts, squirting through silk.

In the Shadowed Wilds, beast-girls bent over in heat, dripping into the moss.

Even in the Infernal Dominion, demonesses clawed themselves raw, begging to be claimed.

They all felt it.

The Dawn was inside them.

Fucking the whole of Elandria at once.

Kaori screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks as the newborn's power surged into her womb.

"Yes—yes, fuck the sky itself! Breed the rivers, fuck the mountains, make every pussy in this world yours!"

Nyxa clawed at her own breasts, milk spraying everywhere.

"I can feel it—ahhh—I can feel the entire world moaning—Master, it's cumming—your child is making the world squirt!"

And the Dawn roared, cock pulsing, seed glowing.

It spilled not into one cunt, but into all of existence.

The first fuck of the Dawn ended with the loudest climax the world had ever known—

and Elandria itself screamed like a whore, drowning in milk and light.

The Dawn's cum spilled across the cosmos like a tidal wave of heat.

It didn't fall in drops. It didn't fall in streams.

It erupted—a flood of molten white seed crashing into rivers, mountains, wombs, temples, and skies all at once.

Every part of Elandria was fucked at once.

The Milk River convulsed as though it had a clit.

Its entire body throbbed, foaming, frothing, spraying over its banks. Villages along its edge screamed with delight as women collapsed into the flood, legs spread wide, pussies gulping the hot current as if drinking straight from Kaito's cock. Cunts bubbled like cauldrons. Hairy thighs rubbed together, desperate. They moaned, they drowned, they came again and again.

The Shadowed Wilds shook with feral lust.

The beast-girls there threw themselves onto the dirt, writhing like animals in heat, rolling their soaked bodies across moss now slick with divine seed. Wolves howled as their cunts squirted. Serpent-girls wrapped around trees and stroked their pussies until the bark was wet. Even the vines of the Wilds dripped sap thick as cum, binding themselves around trembling thighs and pulling holes open.

In the Infernal Dominion, demonesses were on their knees.

Their horns shook, their wings trembled, their tails whipped wildly as they clawed their own cunts raw. The Dawn's seed rained like burning fire over the black stones, turning every scream into a moan. Succubi fought each other for the chance to kneel before the vision of Kaito's cock. Stronger ones forced weaker ones down, tongues shoved into their soaked holes, drinking the overflow of divine cum. Whole legions of hell bent backward, soaking the earth in squirts that burned with eternal warmth.

The City of Aeloria glowed.

Its towers, its domes, its shrines—all became erect like cocks, every window leaking golden light like a wet nipple. Priestesses stumbled naked into the streets, robes soaked, chanting hymns that sounded more like moans. They fingered themselves shamelessly, hair wild, tits bouncing as they begged for more seed to be spilled on them. Every alley dripped with shared orgasms.

At the altar, the wives convulsed under the flood.

Kaori lay pinned in divine glow, belly swelling as though she'd just been fucked by every god at once. Milk ran down her thighs, pooling into rivers of its own. Her eyes rolled back, her voice cracked as she screamed for more.

Nyxa collapsed forward, face buried in Kaori's tits, drinking her milk while her pussy sprayed against the temple floor. She moaned into Kaori's nipple, shaking like a whore enslaved to heat.

Even the chained milkmaids, rebels who once cursed Kaito's name, broke down in dripping submission. They squirted until their thighs bled raw with wetness, tears streaming down their faces as they begged to be forgiven with cock.

And in the center of it all, the Corrupted Dawn writhed with power.

Its cock glowed hotter than suns, throbbing with creation.

It howled—not in pain, not in need—

but in the sheer ecstasy of becoming a god by fucking.

"More, Father—deeper—let me flood them until even the stars squirt—"

Kaito's voice cut through the milkstorm, low and commanding.

"Do it. Spill until the world chokes. Make every pussy your shrine."

The Dawn thrust again, harder. The very fabric of reality spread wider like a dripping cunt, folds parting to take him whole. The sky wailed. The rivers screamed. The mountains trembled as though they had g-strings of stone being strummed by his cock.

And when he came again, the world itself arched like a woman's back,

and Elandria squirted.

From the highest snow peak to the lowest cavern, milk and cum poured without end.

The First World's Orgasm had begun.

The orgasm didn't stop. It expanded.

Every thrust of the Dawn's cock pushed deeper into Elandria's fabric. Every squirt of divine cum rewrote creation itself. What had once been temples, mountains, rivers, and villages began to twist into shapes meant only for fucking.

The Milk River was no longer a river. It was a pussy canal—its banks swollen like labia, its current flowing with clotted warmth, foaming white with milk and cum. Every wave slapped like a wet ass. Villagers screamed as they dove into the flood, drinking, drowning, fucking. Mothers pulled daughters under with them, both spreading holes open so the current could rush in. Men thrust themselves face-first into the stream, tongues drinking until their throats were clogged.

The Shadowed Wilds became a throbbing jungle of sex. Trees reshaped—trunks splitting into soft folds, branches dripping nectar like pussies crying. Wolves bent over, tails lifting, letting vines shove into their dripping holes. Even the beasts that had no cunts before now sprouted wet ones, endless, pulsing, begging for cock. Birds fell from the skies mid-flight, cawing in moans as their wings turned into trembling thighs, feathers wet with squirt. The Wilds howled like an endless orgy.

The Infernal Dominion was overtaken. Black castles cracked open, their stones melting into fleshy walls, breathing, dripping. The succubi shrieked hymns, grinding themselves raw against the floors until their tails snapped from overstimulation. They tore at their horns, milk spurting from the broken stumps like tits. Even the Demon Lords, once proud and defiant, dropped to their knees, their mouths sucking seed out of the soil, their assholes flooding from being filled by phantom cocks born of the Dawn's shadow. Hell itself had turned into a womb.

The City of Aeloria drowned. Its golden streets overflowed with white currents that hissed like hot cum. Every tower drooled. Every shrine moaned. Noble priestesses stripped off jeweled robes and crawled on hands and knees through the flood, tits dragging through the cum-rivers. They fought each other for seed—scooping it with cupped hands, licking it off the ground, clawing throats open to swallow more. The sound of bells was drowned out by a single rhythm: wet slaps, squirts, moans echoing across marble.

At the temple's altar, Kaito sat upon the Flooded Throne.

It wasn't carved from stone anymore. It pulsed—made of flesh, of dripping folds, of squelching holes. Every surface of the throne was a pussy. When Kaito shifted, the chair moaned, squirting in answer to his weight.

The Corrupted Dawn knelt before him, cock still glowing, dripping seed across the floor. It trembled, eyes glazed with lust and worship.

"Father… you've made me eternal… let me serve as your cock forever."

Kaito leaned forward, voice sharp, wet with dominance.

"Then be my weapon. Be my flood. Spread until not a single hole in this world goes unfucked."

The Dawn moaned, cock slamming into the floor. The temple cracked as another eruption shook the land, a geyser of white bursting high enough to cover the sun. When it rained back down, the sky itself dripped like a pussy in heat—stars leaking, moons squirting across the heavens.

Even the dead gods stirred.

Their forgotten bones deep beneath the earth twitched, not with life, but with lust. Skulls split open into dripping cunts, ribcages quivered like thighs wrapped around cock. Their broken prayers rose from graves, not as words, but as moans begging for warmth, begging for seed.

The Void Egg pulsed in the distance, its shell glowing, sweating with wet cracks. It shivered like a virgin about to be fucked for the first time. Cum poured down its shell, seeping into it, feeding it with creation's orgasm. Soon it would hatch—not as a clean rebirth, but as something soaked in filth and eternal lust.

The throne, the world, the sky—all moaned together.

Elandria wasn't a world anymore. It was a cunt, stretched wide, flooding endlessly, its orgasm echoing across infinity.

And Kaito, the God of Eternal Warmth, sat at its dripping heart, cock hard, throne squirting beneath him, as the new cycle of creation fucked itself into being.

The Void Egg pulsed at the horizon.

It wasn't still anymore.

Its black shell trembled, dripping with cracks that oozed white warmth and black slime together, mixing into a syrup that sizzled when it hit the Milk River below. Each pulse echoed like a moan across all of Elandria. Even the mountains shivered, peaks trembling like hard nipples under a tongue.

The orgasm of the world had become the heartbeat of the Egg.

Kaito rose from the Flooded Throne, his cock glistening, dripping trails across the altar steps. Each drop landed like a comet, burning wet holes in the stone. The Corrupted Dawn crawled behind him, cock dragging like a holy blade that left glowing seed trails wherever it touched.

Together, they approached the Egg.

It towered above everything—bigger than any temple, any god. Black veins writhed across its surface like veins on a swollen cock. From its cracks, moans leaked, not sounds of life, but sounds of holes begging. Whispers pressed against the shell, frantic, wet:

"Fuck me… father… feed me… fill me… split me open…"

The Egg wasn't a womb. It was a pussy sealed shut. And now it wanted to be split.

Kaito placed his hand upon its slick, quivering shell. Cum seeped into his palm, dripping down his arm. He felt the screaming hunger inside, the pressure of billions of unfucked mouths clawing to be born.

His voice was thunder, dripping with command:

"Hatch for me. Be my next flood."

The Egg wailed, a sound so wet it drenched the skies.

The Corrupted Dawn staggered forward, kneeling. Its cock throbbed, glowing, spurting without end. It lifted its head to Kaito like a lover begging for release.

"Father… fuck it with me… split it with our seed."

Kaito stepped forward. His cock pressed against the Egg's crack.

The surface quivered like a hymen ready to tear.

With a single thrust, he shoved in.

The shell screamed—loud, wet, shattering. Black and white erupted together, cum and void, seed and hunger. His thrust split the shell wide, and the Egg burst in orgasm, spraying across creation.

From the Egg poured not life, but mouths.

Mouths with pussies for tongues.

Mouths that dripped, moaned, begged, sucking air like it was cock.

Tentacles of dripping warmth slithered out, each one tipped with a gaping, wet cunt, hungry, pulsing, begging.

They didn't spread across the land. They flooded it.

The Milk River swelled beyond its banks. Mountains sank beneath the tide. The skies opened like holes, leaking down. The world drowned in orgasm.

And from within the Egg, something stepped forward.

A figure, taller than gods, dripping with infinite holes. Every inch of her skin was wet, glowing. Her body was covered in cunts that opened and closed like blinking eyes, moaning with each breath. Her hair dripped like rivers of squirt, each strand a fountain. Her voice was both moan and hymn.

She was the Mother of Holes.

The one who had slept inside the Void, sealed until her womb was broken open.

She knelt before Kaito, dripping, trembling, a cunt opening upon her forehead to speak.

"Father of Warmth… your seed has awakened me… now let me be your world, your hole, your eternity."

The land quaked as every creature, every priestess, every beast, and even the dead gods threw themselves into the flood, moaning in worship.

Elandria wasn't simply drowned anymore.

It had become a womb.

And the Mother of Holes was ready to be filled.