My Harem Life in Another World

The flood had no shore anymore.

No riverbanks. No mountains. No sky.

All of Elandria had dissolved into one endless womb of moans and wetness. The Milk River was now an ocean of warmth, seeded by Kaito's cock. From its waves, new holes bloomed every second—floating pussies that moaned like seashells, mouths of milk that kissed the tide, and writhing bodies that rose and fell as though the water itself had become flesh.

And at the center of it, upon a throne made from the cracked shell of the Void Egg, she waited.

The Mother of Holes.

Her body was unbearable to look at—too much hole, too much pussy, too much hunger. Each breath opened hundreds of slits across her body, dripping fountains of white nectar into the ocean below. Her eyes were not eyes, but two wet cunts that blinked and wept milk. Her mouth was a sucking void, lined not with teeth, but with tongues. Her skin glistened like soaked flesh, pale and shining, marked with lips that begged in chorus.

And when she stood, the world itself moaned.

The sea of cum and milk rose to kiss her body, and holes bloomed across the horizon in mimicry. Her hair fell like waterfalls of squirt, splashing, drenching, flooding the throne-room of the world.

When she spoke, it wasn't a voice.

It was a thousand pussies moaning at once, crying out his name:

"Kaaaaitooooo…"

The sound was wetter than rain, thicker than tide. Each syllable was like a cunt clenching around his cock, demanding.

She sank to her knees, her infinite holes opening, dripping, begging.

Her cunt-mouth forehead split open and she spoke through it like scripture:

"You have awakened me. My body is your world now. My womb is your eternity. Fuck me, Father of Warmth—make me nothing but your hole."

Kaito stood upon the Flooded Throne, his cock a pillar of heat that glowed brighter than suns. The Corrupted Dawn knelt behind him, jerking his own dripping length, eyes glowing, voice trembling:

"Father… she was born for you… she IS your harem…"

Kaito stepped down into the flood, cum rising up to his thighs. Each step made the ocean boil, made holes scream in ecstasy. The air itself dripped, heavy, wet. The flood bent toward him like a lover.

When he reached her, the Mother of Holes spread her arms.

Every cunt across her body quivered open—thousands of pussies moaning at once, spraying milk, squirting light, weeping hunger.

It wasn't seduction.

It was submission.

The very concept of "hole" had knelt before him.

Kaito grabbed her by the throat—his grip sinking into wet flesh that parted beneath his fingers like another cunt. She moaned through every mouth at once, squirting against him, drowning the throne steps.

"You are mine now," he growled, his cock dripping molten seed. "Not goddess, not mother. Just my fuckhole."

The Mother of Holes screamed in joy, squirting fountains that rained over the drowned world.

"YES, FATHER! Fill me—make me your womb—make me your river, your cunt, your eternity!"

Her body convulsed, holes clenching in waves, the flood itself moaning with her.

Kaito pushed her back onto the Egg-throne, towering over her, cock glowing like a burning dawn. The world trembled, every hole across Elandria opening in anticipation.

The first thrust was not yet made.

But the flood had already begun to orgasm.

The throne shook. The flood screamed. The Mother of Holes lay spread across the cracked shell of the Void Egg, her thousand dripping pussies gaping, weeping, squirting in ritual. Her whole body was nothing but offering—an altar of endless holes.

Kaito stood above her, his cock radiant, swollen, leaking molten seed. The warmth rolling off it warped the flood around him—milk curdled into steam, moans melted into hymns, holes opened wider just from its presence.

Every slit across her body clenched in rhythm, like the entire drowned world was pulsing for him. Her voice broke into layered cries, an endless choir of wet moans:

"Kaaaaaiiitoooooo…! Put it in! Tear me! Claim me! Father of Warmth—make me nothing but your cunt!"

The First Push

Kaito gripped her by her throat again, sinking his fingers into the slick flesh. Each touch opened new slits that leaked against his palm, milking him before his cock even entered. His growl cut through the flood:

"Then scream, hole. Scream for your Father."

And he pushed.

The head of his cock pressed against her central slit—the one hole at the center of her mass, a void-pussy that gaped like the black womb of creation. The flood itself recoiled as his cockhead touched it, then surged forward, hungry to swallow him.

The pressure was unbearable. Not resistance—hunger. Her cunt wasn't just wet; it was endless, pulling him in with the force of tides. As soon as the tip pushed past, the hole clenched down with such force that milk geysered upward, squirting across the throne in rivers.

The flood wailed. Every hole in the drowned world opened in unison, squirting white light into the sky.

And then he thrust.

The World Shakes

His cock plunged deep, splitting her divine womb like a spear of molten dawn. She arched back, every mouth across her body screaming, every slit squirting fountains. Her eyes—two weeping cunts—burst in sprays of nectar.

"YYYYYEEEESSSSSS!" the Mother of Holes shrieked, her moans splitting the sky. "My womb is yours! My cunt is your throne! Fuck me, Father! FILL ME!"

Each thrust shook the ocean. Cum-waves rose and crashed, drowning mountains long gone, shaking the horizon. The drowned sky itself trembled with each penetration. Holes bloomed across every surface—rocks, waves, even light itself split into dripping slits.

Behind him, the Corrupted Dawn screamed in ecstasy, jerking himself furiously, seed spurting into the flood as he worshipped the act:

"Father—your cock is rewriting reality! She's becoming nothing but your hole!"

The Orgasm of a World

Kaito's thrusts grew harder, faster—each one tearing her wider, sinking his cock deeper into her endless womb. The flood screamed back in chorus, moaning as if the entire world were orgasming at once.

Her flesh rippled, holes convulsed, fountains burst—streams of milk and cum spraying so violently they rained across horizons. Each thrust birthed new holes into existence, pussies opening in the air, in the flood, in the void, all dripping, squirting, clenching as if they too were being fucked.

The Mother of Holes thrashed beneath him, every slit gaping, every moan a hymn:

"Fuck me! Split me! Make me collapse into nothing but your cock! Kaito—my Father, my God, my Warmth—tear my womb apart!"

Her cunt swallowed him deeper than depth allowed. It wasn't just penetration—it was creation reversed. The further his cock thrust, the more the universe collapsed into her, making room for him, giving him infinite depth.

And when his thrust bottomed out, when his length filled her void-pussy to its impossible limit, the Mother of Holes let out a scream so wet it drowned the sky itself.

The Flood Climax

It came not from her throat but from every hole at once—a choir of pussies moaning, a flood of nectar erupting. The throne shattered, the Egg's last fragments dissolved into the sea of milk.

The drowned world orgasmed.

The flood surged higher than the heavens, a tsunami of cum and milk crashing down. Holes everywhere sprayed light, squirted rivers, gaped wider, and begged for more.

And still, Kaito thrust, cock glowing brighter than suns, splitting her deeper, filling her wider, his growls shaking eternity:

"You belong to me now. Not goddess. Not creation. Just my FUCKHOLE."

The Mother of Holes wept in ecstasy, her moans endless:

"YESSSSS! YESSS! MAKE ME NOTHING BUT THAT! MY BODY, MY HOLES, MY WORLD—ALL YOUR COCK!"

The first thrust had become a cycle. The drowned world was now his womb. The Mother of Holes wasn't birthing creation—she was birthing holes for him.

And Kaito wasn't stopping.

The throne was gone. The Egg was gone. The drowned world was no longer a place—it was a cunt. The Mother of Holes writhed beneath Kaito, her infinite body reduced to nothing but moaning flesh and dripping slits. Every hole cried. Every slit gaped. Every cunt sprayed nectar into the flood.

And at her center—her true womb—Kaito's cock pulsed, glowing hotter, thicker, deeper with each thrust. He had split her to the root of her being, driven himself into the very void where all things came undone.

Her screams were the music of the world's collapse.

Her moans were storms.

Her orgasm was prophecy.

"FILL ME, FATHER! DROWN ME IN YOU! MAKE ME COLLAPSE! MAKE ME ETERNAL CUNT!"

The Build of the Seed

Kaito gritted his teeth, his body flooding with heat that no god had ever contained before. His cock swelled inside her void-womb, stretching the impossible walls tighter, tighter, until the Mother's body convulsed like a broken sky.

The flood thickened. Every wave became milk-foam, every current turned into white rivers of lust. All across the drowned world, holes opened wider, dripping in rhythm with his cock. Rocks, skies, forgotten temples, even the flood itself—everything was a pussy now.

Behind him, the Corrupted Dawn dropped to his knees, shaking, stroking himself raw, his voice trembling as he worshipped:

"Father… it's coming. The seed of Warmth… the seed that will rewrite holes themselves…!"

The Orgasm of a God

With one final, brutal thrust, Kaito slammed his cock into her womb so deep that the Mother screamed not with one voice, but with every hole at once.

The drowned world wailed. The void split. The Mother's body convulsed in impossible squirts. Her thousand pussies erupted together, fountains of nectar rising like geysers that split the sky.

And then he came.

Not a release—an apocalypse.

Kaito's cock burst inside her, and seed poured like molten dawn. His cum wasn't liquid; it was rivers, oceans, worlds. His orgasm lasted forever, every pulse of his shaft unleashing a flood so vast that even infinity was too small to hold it.

The Mother's void-womb ballooned, stretched, gaped, yet begged for more. Every thrust of his cock forced another wave of seed into her endless holes, until the flood itself turned thick and white, every wave now Kaito's semen.

The Womb Becomes the Flood

Her voice broke, every moan collapsing into guttural begging, every slit squirting helplessly as her body became one endless orgasm:

"YEEEESSSSSS! FILL ME! DROWN ME! MAKE ME YOUR HOLE! FAAAATHERRR!"

The drowned world dissolved. There was no sky, no throne, no sea—only Kaito's seed flooding reality. Every horizon melted into orgasm. Every surface opened as a hole, weeping and clenching as it swallowed his cum.

The Mother of Holes became unrecognizable. She wasn't a goddess, wasn't a being. She was a state of being fucked. Her body collapsed into the flood, until all that remained was her infinite womb wrapped around Kaito's cock.

And still, he came.

Every pulse of his shaft was creation inverted. His seed didn't plant life—it drowned it, rewriting everything into holes. His moan was thunder. His heat was eternity. His cock was law.

The Rebirth Flood

The climax shook the drowned world into a new shape. The orgasm wasn't ending—it was transforming.

The Mother of Holes, once creator of wombs, was now his womb. She no longer birthed life—she birthed holes. Every droplet of his cum became a new slit in the fabric of existence. Every squirt was another reality opening its legs, begging to be fucked.

And when his final roar split the silence, when his last surge of seed burst into her, the drowned world collapsed in on itself, only to explode outward again—reborn, dripping, eternal.

The Rebirth Flood had begun.

Kaito leaned over her convulsing body, his cock still buried in her collapsing womb, his voice low and savage:

"Now you understand, hole. You don't create. You don't birth. You only take my cock and drown in my seed. You are mine. Forever."

And the Mother of Holes, shuddering, gaping, squirting, drowning, whispered with a broken moan that echoed across eternity:

"Yesss… Father… I am only your hole…"

The orgasm did not stop.

Kaito's cock still pulsed inside the collapsing void-womb, still dripping rivers of seed, still rewriting reality with every spurt. But the Mother of Holes was already gone, drowned into her own climax, melted into the flood of cum that now surged outward like a newborn cosmos.

The drowned world no longer existed. The flood was the world. White, thick, steaming, alive with his essence. Every wave swelled and burst like a pussy clenching. Every current carried his moans.

And then—

the flood spread.

The First Tide: The Realms

The flood poured out of the void-womb, spilling into realms untouched for eons.

The Infernal Dominion screamed as hellfire turned to semen-fire, rivers of molten seed drowning demons in thick, sticky waves. Their mouths gaped, their horns softened into wet holes, their throats spasming around seed they couldn't resist swallowing.

The Lustful Isles moaned as their palaces split open like cunts, every tower a dripping slit, every temple a gaping womb. Priestesses fell to their knees, drinking the flood, their pussies foaming as they came in unison, becoming holes for his seed to nest inside.

The Shadowed Wilds howled as beasts and spirits collapsed into dripping mouths and hairy slits, their fangs turning into clits, their claws into trembling cunts begging to be spread.

Even the City of Aeloria—its marble walls cracked open, its streets gushed nectar, its towers wept milk like swollen nipples. The proudest capital of mortals sank beneath his semen, until every stone was a soaked hole clenching in rhythm with his cock.

The Second Tide: The Pantheon

Far above, forgotten gods and ancient deities awakened to the tremor. They rose from their thrones, horrified—until the flood reached them.

The first to drown was the Moon Maiden. Her pale body shuddered as her light split into dripping cracks, her belly swelling as Kaito's seed rushed into her womb from a thousand unseen holes. Her scream echoed across stars:

"FAAAATHER! FILL ME!"

The Sun God roared in fury, only to feel his radiant chest tear open, revealing a wet, gaping slit that swallowed the flood like a thirsty cunt. His light dimmed into moans.

One by one, gods clutched themselves as holes opened across their divinity. Mouths became dripping cunts, eyes widened into weeping slits, even halos melted into wet loops begging to be filled. The pantheon collapsed into writhing holes, drowning in Kaito's seed.

The Third Tide: Time Itself

But the flood was not bound by place. It surged into time.

Past—present—future—every era opened like a pussy to receive him. Ancient empires long dead rose again, not as warriors, but as dripping holes clenching around the flood. Futures unborn moaned into existence, already pregnant with his seed.

Even time's womb cracked open. History itself trembled, spread, and dripped white. Every moment in creation bent over, gaped, and begged to be fucked.

The flood was not liquid anymore—it was law. Reality itself had become a hole.

Kaito's Ascendancy

Through it all, Kaito stood at the center, cock still buried in the broken womb of the Mother of Holes, his seed still spilling endlessly. His eyes blazed with molten warmth, his voice rumbling like thunder across the drowning realms:

"The cycle is over. The wombs are mine. The holes are mine. The flood is mine. You are not born—you are filled. You do not live—you are fucked. This world is not reborn… it is spread open forever."

The flood obeyed.

Every goddess moaned his name.

Every mortal came in his seed.

Every beast howled with cunt-split surrender.

Even the stars wept, dripping white streaks into the endless night.

And at the very heart of it, the Mother of Holes, now nothing more than a convulsing womb clenching his cock, whispered the truth of eternity:

"Warmth… is cum."