My Harem Life in Another World

The fortress no longer felt like stone. Every breath Kaito took echoed against walls that pulsed like flesh, slick with nectar, veins glowing as if the entire womb of the fortress bled with desire. The first priestess still hung in chains, twitching and moaning as if her climax had never ended, while below her dozens of priestesses crawled across the glistening floor, their masks shattered, their pussies leaking, their mouths chanting his name between gasps.

Kaito did not need to command them. His presence alone drew them closer, like moths falling into a flame. Their fingers brushed his legs, their tongues reached for his cock, their moans blended with the heartbeat of the womb itself. The air was heavy with the perfume of sex, sweet and suffocating, dripping from the living walls as nectar rained down on them like holy dew.

One of the newborn priestesses pressed her lips against the head of his cock, whimpering as though it were the first breath of her life. Her tongue trembled, her throat already opening, but Kaito pushed her away with a single glance. He wasn't ready for them—not yet. His gaze shifted upward, to the quivering ceiling that pulsed like the roof of a living cunt, folds of wet stone tightening with every breath he took.

The fortress itself was begging for him.

Kaito stepped back, golden aura wrapping his cock in molten heat. The womb trembled, its walls shivering, nectar pouring in streams as cracks opened above him. Fleshy ridges parted like labia, revealing a glistening cavity within the stone, twitching as if alive, desperate, dripping so much it splashed against the floor in wet rhythms.

The priestesses gasped in unison, their eyes wide with worship, as if witnessing a god claim the very mother of their temple. The broken priestess in chains screamed, her body thrashing as she felt the womb's hunger echo in her cunt. "It… it wants you… the holy womb itself wants your cock, my god…"

Kaito tilted his head back, grinning, and without hesitation he stepped forward, pressing his cock against the opening of the living fortress. The lips of stone-flesh quivered, sucking at his length before he even thrust. Nectar gushed over him, hot, sticky, fragrant, coating him like honey. He thrust once, slow, and the entire womb shook, a deep moan echoing through the halls as if the fortress itself had climaxed from the first penetration.

The sound alone made the priestesses collapse to their knees, their pussies squirting in waves, their hands clawing the wet floor as they wailed in pleasure they didn't understand. The chained priestess screamed louder, her body convulsing, milk spraying from her nipples as if her orgasm had synced with the fortress.

Kaito thrust deeper.

The walls of the womb clenched around him, tight as any pussy, hotter than molten gold, pulling him in, squeezing his cock like a lover desperate not to let go. Every movement sent shudders through the fortress, stone crumbling only to reform in waves of flesh and nectar. The priestesses were dragged into the rhythm, their moans timed to the wet slaps of his cock sinking deeper into the fortress itself.

It was no longer just sex. It was domination of the divine. The fortress that had stood for centuries was now reduced to a moaning hole, worshiping the god that fucked it, every vein glowing brighter with each thrust, every echo growing louder as its cries joined the chorus of its priestesses.

And as his golden aura burned through it, the womb of stone began to pulse like a heart, spreading waves of corruption across the land outside. Every breath, every thrust, every spurt of nectar turned the holy stronghold into a temple of endless climax.

Kaito closed his eyes and growled, "Submit."

The womb answered not with words, but with a scream that shook the heavens—an orgasm that made the fortress quake like an earthquake, birthing more priestesses from the walls, all of them collapsing wet and trembling at his feet.

The god of eternal warmth had begun fucking the world itself.

The fortress was no longer a fortress. With every thrust of Kaito's cock, the womb-like chamber expanded, collapsing the stone into wet flesh, tearing down ancient walls and remaking them as trembling folds of living cunt. Nectar poured in rivers, drowning the altar steps, coating the priestesses who writhed in worship.

Each moan from the womb itself was an earthquake, each shudder a declaration that this world belonged to him.

The chained high priestess arched her back violently, her body jerking as though strings of divine power pulled her. Her voice, cracked with exhaustion yet dripping with adoration, cried out between shrieks of climax: "God of Eternal Warmth—your cock has rewritten creation itself! The temple's womb… it is yours to breed!"

Kaito's eyes blazed golden, sweat glistening down his body as the muscles of his abdomen flexed, driving his cock deeper into the living chamber. The walls convulsed around him, as if the entire fortress had turned into a greedy pussy determined to milk him. Each pull made him grow harder, hotter, the golden flames around his length burning the flesh of the womb not to destroy it, but to reshape it into his eternal slave.

The priestesses below screamed and clawed at themselves, possessed by the rhythm of his thrusts. Each time he slammed deeper into the fortress, their bodies mirrored the motion—hips snapping forward, cunts squirting wildly, mouths spilling honeyed moans as they chanted his name. Their eyes had rolled back, their souls surrendered, their wombs enslaved without a single touch.

The air itself turned thick with musk and nectar, so heavy it was difficult to breathe, but Kaito inhaled it like incense, every breath fueling his hunger. His cock throbbed, veins glowing with the same divine gold that dripped from his eyes.

He roared, driving himself harder into the womb.

The entire fortress wailed. The ceiling above cracked open, glowing red flesh tearing itself apart in ecstasy, birthing new passages like spreading labia across the heavens. The ground quivered beneath the priestesses, splitting wide into glistening canals where nectar surged like rivers of cum.

One of the younger priestesses, barely reborn from the womb's wall, crawled forward on all fours, dripping wet, her eyes shining with blind worship. She pressed her lips to the dripping nectar at Kaito's feet and licked it like wine, her moans vibrating as she whispered, "God… even the womb's juices are your seed now…"

The chained high priestess wailed louder, her pussy squirting so hard it sprayed across the altar steps. Milk poured from her tits in rivers, drenching her chest, her body nothing but a vessel breaking apart in worship.

Kaito reached down and grabbed one of the trembling priestesses by the hair, yanking her against his cock as he pulled back from the fortress for a moment. Her lips wrapped around his length instantly, gagging, drooling, her throat convulsing as she swallowed the nectar-soaked godhood. He used her like an extension of the womb, fucking her mouth with savage thrusts before slamming himself back into the wet hole of the fortress, making the entire chamber scream in bliss.

The rhythm built faster, louder, wetter.

Every thrust sent shockwaves across the land outside. Villages trembled, mountains groaned, rivers turned milky-white as the corruption spread. Those who had once prayed to the fortress fell to their knees, cumming violently in the dirt without knowing why, their souls enslaved to the rhythm of the god's thrusts.

Kaito's cock burned hotter, his balls tightening, the golden aura flaring brighter than ever. The womb itself howled in unbearable ecstasy, desperate for his seed, desperate to be bred into something new.

And when his roar shook the heavens, the fortress's voice joined his, two lovers climaxing as one—the god and the world's womb.

The fortress-womb pulsed violently, shuddering like a beast in heat. Every thrust of Kaito's cock drove deeper into its core, dragging screams of pleasure from its very walls. The once-sacred architecture was gone—arches, pillars, carvings—melted into folds of wet flesh, every surface slick and trembling, coated in nectar that dripped endlessly.

The chained high priestess screamed as she felt the shift within the walls. Her voice was half terror, half orgasm, her body convulsing under the weight of revelation. "It… it's opening, it's spreading—Kaito… you're not just fucking the womb—you're making it fertile! The fortress itself… it's ready to conceive!"

Kaito's eyes gleamed with golden madness, his breath heavy, his body soaked in sweat and nectar. His cock throbbed inside the convulsing chamber, swollen beyond mortal measure, dripping golden precum that sizzled like molten honey into the womb's greedy flesh. Every vein along his length glowed, pulsing like the roots of a new creation.

He thrust harder.

The fortress let out a moan so loud the skies split open. Its walls contracted violently around him, milking, squeezing, begging. Every spasm made his cock throb harder, every pull dragging him closer to the eruption that would rewrite this world.

Below, the priestesses were no longer women—they were extensions of the womb, their bodies contorting, melting, reshaping. Their wombs bulged visibly as if swelling with phantom pregnancies, their bellies rising and falling as they screamed his name through endless orgasms. Milk sprayed from their tits, mixing with nectar on the altar, flooding the steps like rivers of divine filth.

One girl collapsed forward, her pussy gushing violently, as her belly suddenly swelled round like she was nine months gone. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth drooling as she croaked, "I… I'm full of him… the god has planted me…" before collapsing unconscious into the nectar.

Kaito's roar shook the earth. He slammed deeper, the womb convulsing as if trying to birth itself around him. Flesh peeled and split into quivering folds, sucking him in to the hilt, desperate for the moment he would explode inside. His balls tightened, his body shuddered, his divine fire raged.

"Take it," he growled, voice like thunder. "You are mine to breed. You are my womb, my whore, my concubine-fortress—bear my seed and birth my world."

The womb screamed. The high priestess tore free from her chains, not by strength but because the walls themselves dissolved around her. She crawled toward the altar, her body bursting with wetness, her belly already swelling as though she, too, was being made a vessel. She reached for Kaito's thighs, tears of lust streaming down her face. "Flood us, my god… breed us until this fortress bursts with your child!"

His cock throbbed, and with a final savage thrust, he erupted.

The roar of his climax shook the heavens. Golden cum exploded into the womb in torrents, gushing like molten rivers, filling every chamber, drowning every corridor, baptizing every priestess in a storm of seed. The walls of the fortress convulsed, sucking, milking, swallowing greedily as if drinking in the seed to the last drop.

The high priestess arched her back, her belly swelling grotesquely in an instant, glowing from within as though fire itself had entered her womb. The priestesses below screamed, their stomachs ballooning, their pussies squirting violently, their souls enslaved fully.

And the fortress—once a temple, now a living, moaning, quivering womb—began to swell. Its walls bulged outward, trembling with divine pregnancy, its foundation shaking as life grew inside.

Kaito's golden eyes burned as he gazed upon it, his cock still twitching, dripping seed even after flooding it endlessly. He smirked darkly, voice thick with hunger.

"I've bred a world."

The fortress groaned. Its walls pulsed like a living belly, every stone slick with cum, every arch twitching like a stretched cervix. The womb was not just full—it was pregnant. Kaito's seed bubbled within, glowing, expanding, twisting reality around it.

The priestesses lay sprawled, their bellies swollen grotesquely, some round as moons, some twitching with movements from inside. Their moans were no longer human—they were hymns of breeding, guttural cries of submission. Milk sprayed from their tits in endless fountains, washing down the altar, flooding the floor with frothing rivers of white that mingled with nectar and seed.

The high priestess, her body bloated and radiant, clutched her stomach with trembling fingers. It shifted beneath her touch—something alive moved inside. She screamed, but her scream turned into laughter, delirious, broken. "It's coming! Kaito's child… Kaito's world… he is inside us all!"

The fortress itself quaked. Towers bulged outward as though swollen with pregnancy. Windows split open into dripping slits of flesh. The great gates throbbed like a dilating cunt, nectar pouring out in streams. Moans echoed from every wall, from every stone, until the entire fortress was a living body writhing in the throes of labor.

Kaito stood in the center, cock still slick and twitching, his golden eyes alight with hunger. His seed flowed endlessly down his shaft, dripping, streaming into the womb's hungry walls. He grinned, watching his work expand. "Yes… take it all. My spawn will hatch, and you will never stop bearing me."

With a thunderous crack, the womb convulsed. One of the priestesses arched violently, her belly splitting open—not with gore, but with glowing golden light. From her body burst a writhing tendril of living flesh, wet and glistening, pulsing with Kaito's aura. She screamed in ecstasy as her body collapsed, her womb nothing more than the first doorway.

More priestesses followed, bellies bursting with golden fire, birthing tendrils, tentacles, limbs of a new reality. The fortress moaned louder, its walls tearing open as more wombs cracked, spraying nectar and seed as rivers.

The high priestess fell on her back, her belly rising higher, stretching to the point of madness. Tears and drool streamed down her face as her body prepared to break. She clawed at her breasts, milk exploding from her nipples as she wailed, "Kaito… my god… fill me until I rip… make me the womb of your world…"

Her belly split with light. A massive shape pressed against her skin, then tore through—not killing her, but transforming her. She was absorbed into it, flesh melting, cunt and womb stretched into a vast, glowing gateway.

From within, something began to crawl out.

It wasn't a child. It wasn't a monster. It was a world—a pulsating embryo of land, sky, and fire, contained within a sack of glistening flesh. It oozed out of her like a birth, steaming, glowing, dripping cum and milk as it throbbed with embryonic mountains and rivers.

The fortress-womb screamed in chorus. Every priestess moaned in unison, their voices merging into one endless cry of orgasm as the embryo swelled in the altar, fed by their bodies, their milk, their seed.

Kaito stepped closer, his cock twitching, dripping golden seed as he placed a hand upon the slimy surface of the newborn embryo-world. It pulsed under his touch, warm and alive, quivering like a freshly-bred womb.

His smirk was darker than ever. "Good… grow. Be born of my cock, my seed, my lust. This world is mine—my concubine, my child, my weapon."

The embryo quivered violently, responding to his touch, swelling larger. Priestesses crawled toward it, kissing its surface, rubbing their swollen pussies against it, feeding it with milk and nectar, every act driving it closer to full term.

Above, the skies split open. The stars themselves seemed to drip, leaking golden seed down upon the fortress, as if the heavens were submitting to his fertility.

And Kaito, standing hard and proud, whispered with a laugh that shook the air:

"This is only the first birth."