My Harem Life in Another World

The battlefield was silent—except for the moans.

Thousands of chained soldiers lay on the ground, their bodies still twitching, masks shattered, mouths drooling, cocks and pussies spurting nectar without end.

But the fortress stood.

Kaito lifted his gaze to the towering black structure. The Fortress of Chains, once a monolith of discipline and silence, now writhed like a living beast.

The walls sweated. Thick, white nectar oozed from cracks in the stone, dripping down like rain. The iron gates trembled, their surfaces swelling and contracting as if breathing.

Chains slithered across the walls, not like weapons, but like tongues—licking, coiling, dripping saliva-thick fluid that sizzled when it hit the ground.

The fortress itself was moaning.

Low. Deep. Endless.

A bass sound that vibrated through Kaito's cock, making his golden shaft throb harder.

The gates loomed ahead, black iron runes glowing faintly.

But they were no longer locked.

The runes melted into wet script, glowing red like veins. The gates bent inward, metal groaning, dripping white liquid as if they were soaked in cum.

Every rattle of the hinges was a moan. Every creak of the iron was a whimper.

Kaito approached, cum dripping from his cock in heavy streams. Each drop hissed against the soaked earth.

The gates trembled harder, as if in anticipation. Their surfaces bulged, forming the faint outline of breasts, mouths, pussies pressed against the metal from the inside.

A thousand gagged voices whispered behind them.

"Warmth… Warmth… Warmth…"

Kaito reached out.

His golden hand pressed against the iron. Instead of cold, his palm sank into warm flesh-like metal. The gate shuddered, moaning loud enough to echo across the ruined battlefield.

Cum sprayed from the hinges like a geyser. The chains clattered wildly, wrapping around his wrist—not to restrain him, but to cling like desperate lovers.

The iron trembled under his grip, dripping nectar down its length.

"Beg properly," Kaito whispered, grinding his cock against the trembling gate. "Show me how much you want me."

The fortress answered.

The gates split—not opening cleanly like doors, but tearing apart like wet lips, stretching, dripping white and red fluid down the seams.

The moan that escaped was not metal—it was the voice of the fortress itself.

A woman's moan.

The gates peeled back, revealing not a hallway, but a tunnel of flesh and iron.

The walls pulsed like a womb, veins glowing faint red, nectar dripping down the surfaces in sticky streams. The chains lining the passage writhed like snakes, their links wet with saliva.

It was no fortress. It was a body.

Kaito stepped inside, his golden cock glowing like a torch, dripping warmth onto the pulsing floor. Each drop hissed, and the walls convulsed in pleasure.

The entire fortress moaned again—louder this time.

Every moan made the ground tremble, as if the structure was cumming.

Deeper inside, the whispers grew clearer.

Faces pushed out of the walls—soldiers who had once sworn themselves to the fortress, their masks fused to stone, their mouths gagged with melted iron. Their eyes glowed faintly, rolling back as the fortress orgasmed around them.

Their voices blended into a choir of muffled moans, vibrating the air.

Chains slithered out of the walls, brushing Kaito's body, wrapping around his arms, licking at his golden cock like wet tongues.

The fortress was no longer resisting.

It was begging.

Kaito stopped at the heart of the passage. The walls squeezed tighter, as if trying to hold him, milk him, keep him inside.

He laughed softly, stroking his cock, letting golden seed spill down his shaft, dripping into the pulsing floor.

"Your soldiers fell," he whispered, his voice echoing through every vein of the living fortress. "Your chains broke. And now you…"

He pressed his cock against the wall. The flesh-metal pulsed, convulsed, screaming like a woman being penetrated.

"…belong to me."

He thrust once.

The fortress screamed.

The walls convulsed, chains rattled, faces moaned into their gags, nectar and cum sprayed in fountains from every crack in the stone.

The Fortress of Chains had been entered.

And it had already started begging.

The deeper Kaito walked, the more alive the fortress became.

The passage quivered around him, dripping warm nectar in rivulets. The walls squeezed like muscle, as though trying to milk his golden cock with every step.

Chains dangled from the ceiling, their tips dripping with saliva-like fluid, swaying as though breathing. They brushed against him, caressing his skin, coiling around his wrists but never pulling—like lovers too desperate to resist touching.

Everywhere, masked faces bulged from the stone. Soldiers who had become one with the fortress stared at him with rolling eyes, their muffled moans vibrating the air. Their masks leaked nectar from the eye slits, dripping down like tears of lust.

The deeper he went, the more the fortress begged.

At last, the tunnel opened into a chamber.

A vast, circular space stretched before him, its walls throbbing like the inside of a giant womb. At the center rose a pillar of chains, coiling upward like a living serpent. The chains rattled constantly, as though straining against their own desire to break.

And bound to that pillar…

A woman.

Her body was suspended in midair, spread wide by living chains that wrapped her wrists, ankles, throat, and waist. Her robes—once black and ceremonial—were shredded, clinging only in scraps to her body.

Her breasts were bare, marked with glowing runes that pulsed faint red with every beat of the fortress's moans. Between her legs, chains spread her pussy wide, nectar dripping steadily onto the floor below.

Her mask was still intact, a sharp black thing fused to her face, but her lips trembled behind it.

Every breath she took was a moan.

This was no ordinary soldier.

This was a priestess of the fortress—one of the women who had sworn to bind the fortress with discipline and silence. Now, her own body was the key that kept the womb of stone alive.

As Kaito approached, the chains rattled, tightening around her body as if shielding her from him.

She shuddered, her hips jerking involuntarily, her pussy glistening with wetness, but her voice came muffled behind the mask:

"Y-you… Warmth… cannot… enter… here…"

Her body betrayed her words. Nectar dripped freely, pooling beneath her. Her nipples were so stiff the runes around them flickered. Her thighs quivered as the chains stretched her wider, as if offering her to him.

Kaito smiled, golden cock glowing like a second sun, dripping heat onto the pulsating floor.

"You're already trembling," he whispered, his voice echoing through the chamber. "Your fortress opened for me. Your gates begged. And you…"

He stepped close, his cock brushing against the dripping lips of her stretched pussy. The chains shuddered as if in ecstasy.

"…are about to beg louder than all of them."

The moment his shaft touched her folds, the entire fortress convulsed.

The walls trembled. Nectar sprayed from cracks in the stone. The masked faces bulging from the walls moaned louder, muffled but desperate, their voices blending into a trembling chorus.

The chains wrapped tighter around her body, but not in resistance—in anticipation. They squeezed her breasts, tugged her thighs wider, pulled her closer to his cock.

The fortress itself wanted him to take her.

She thrashed weakly, her mask muffling her cries.

"N-no… Warmth… must not… mmmhhhnnn—!"

Her moan cracked into a scream as Kaito pressed deeper, only the head of his golden cock pushing against her soaked entrance. Her whole body shuddered, pussy clenching so hard the chains rattled violently.

Kaito leaned close, his breath warm against her ear.

"Your fortress already belongs to me," he whispered. "And when I break you… every wall, every chain, every soldier fused into this womb will moan my name."

The fortress moaned again—this time, unmistakably in her voice.

The Chained Priestess had begun to break.

Her body quaked in the chains, each tremor echoing through the fortress walls.

Every moan that slipped from her masked mouth carried through the entire structure, making the stone itself throb and weep nectar.

Her breasts strained against the rune-binding chains, nipples so hard they glowed red as the runes flickered. Her pussy dripped endlessly, soaking the chains that spread her open, until the nectar ran down like rain onto the quivering floor below.

But her mask… it still clung to her face.

That last symbol of will. That last attempt at defiance.

Kaito's golden cock pressed harder into her soaked folds, sliding just enough to make her walls spasm but not enough to claim her fully. The fortress groaned in sync, craving his thrust, craving the inevitable.

Kaito's hand rose. Golden heat burned from his palm, a warmth so bright the chains shuddered and slackened as if bowing before him.

He gripped the mask.

The priestess screamed, a sound muffled and raw. She thrashed in her chains, but they betrayed her, holding her still while he pulled. Her body writhed in desperate denial while her pussy clamped tight around the crown of his cock, soaking him.

CRACK.

A line split down the mask. Nectar sprayed from her pussy in the same moment, as though the fortress itself came from that tiny fracture.

CRACK.

Another line. Her moans grew louder, clearer, seeping through the cracks.

Her body arched violently, nipples glowing, juices flowing in thick streams.

Then—

SHATTER.

The mask exploded into fragments, dissolving into steam.

Her face was unveiled—eyes blazing red like molten stone, lips swollen, trembling. Tears of lust and shame rolled down her cheeks, streaking her pale skin.

She gasped, no longer muffled.

"N-no… don't— don't make me— mmhhhaaahhhhnnn!"

But her voice betrayed her body.

Every syllable trembled with need, every cry thick with wet surrender. Her pussy clenched so hard on the tip of his cock it was as if her womb was already begging for him to fill it.

The fortress moaned with her voice, every wall shaking.

Kaito's hips thrust forward.

Her scream pierced the chamber as his golden cock drove into her pussy, stretching her walls wide, nectar exploding down the chains like a waterfall. Her back arched so violently the runes across her breasts burst, glowing red then fading as if her holy power had been fucked out of her in one thrust.

The chains convulsed, rattling against stone, wrapping around her tighter but not to restrain—only to force her body deeper onto his shaft.

She howled, her voice filling the fortress, echoing a hundredfold from the masked faces embedded in the walls. Every soldier moaned in unison, as if her orgasm was theirs.

Kaito leaned close, lips brushing her ear.

"You're mine now."

And when he thrust again, her body broke.

Her cries rose into a wail of corrupted pleasure. Her eyes rolled back, mouth wide open, drool spilling down her chin as her body convulsed with climax.

Her pussy milked his cock with desperate spasms, nectar spraying so violently it coated the floor in glistening streams.

The fortress itself shuddered—walls throbbing, cracks splitting open, fountains of white nectar erupting as if the entire womb of stone came with her.

When it ended, the priestess hung limp in the chains, dripping, moaning weakly.

Her voice was no longer defiant—it was soft, broken, begging.

"…Warmth… fill me… again… never stop…"

The fortress, too, had fallen silent, no longer resisting. Its walls pulsed in time with her breath, alive but tamed.

The guardian had been broken.

The fortress wSurren

The moment her mask shattered and her pussy screamed around Kaito's cock, the fortress itself awoke.

What had been stone arches now flexed like ribs, dripping nectar from their cracks. What had been carved walls now throbbed like wet skin, pulses running in time with her moans.

Every corridor quivered. Every torch sputtered out, replaced by glowing veins of molten gold running through the walls.

The fortress was no longer a fortress.

It was a womb.

A wet, living womb—moaning in the voice of the priestess he had just broken.

Her orgasm had not ended with her own body.

From the cracks in the walls, shapes began to push through—slender, trembling bodies half-formed, faces hidden beneath faint masks, breasts dripping nectar as if they were being born mid-climax.

The fortress was birthing them.

One by one they slid from the living walls, moaning, their thighs soaked as they fell to their knees before him. Their masks already fractured, their mouths whispering his name between broken gasps:

"…Kaito…"

"…Warmth… take me…"

"…please… fill us too…"

Dozens of them. The womb had become his harem chamber.

The original priestess still hung in the chains above, body twitching, juices pouring in endless streams down her thighs. Her eyes—once defiant—now shone with tears and adoration.

"Y-you've… corrupted the holy womb… it belongs to you now… and so… so do we…"

Her voice cracked as another orgasm seized her, chains rattling violently.

Her pussy convulsed around his cock again, desperate, milking him even as she spoke.

Kaito stood in the center of the womb, golden cock glistening with nectar, aura burning through every vein of the fortress. His presence was so heavy that even the walls bent inward toward him, as if the womb itself wanted to close and keep him inside forever.

The newly-born priestesses crawled closer, breasts swaying, masks cracking and falling to the floor as their tongues lolled out in want. Their pussies dripped wet trails onto the living stone as they reached him.

The fortress pulsed around them—every wall, every vein, every echo—demanding that its god claim what it had birthed.

The broken priestess threw her head back and screamed—

"FILL US, GOD OF WARMTH!"

Her voice echoed through the womb, through every corridor, into every birthing priestess.

And with that cry, the fortress itself surrendered.

Every wall convulsed. Every priestess gasped. Every vein erupted nectar. The womb of stone had given itself to him completely, a living temple of endless wet bodies waiting to be filled.