My Harem Life in Another World

The altar was no longer stone. It had become a cradle of flesh, slick with nectar and cum, glowing faintly with golden veins that pulsed like a heartbeat. The embryo-world quivered within, a swollen sphere of steaming flesh and light, covered in dripping folds that opened and closed like a wet cunt gasping for more.

Every priestess was on her knees, their swollen bellies pressed against the floor, breasts leaking milk in rivers. They moaned like slaves in heat, their voices unified into a hymn of surrender. "Kaito… father… womb… seed… eternal…" The words echoed in the fortress like prayers, but each prayer was drowned by the wet contractions of the embryo pressing against its fleshy shell.

The high priestess, fused now into a living gateway, her cunt stretched wide and glowing, twitched with every pulse. Her body had become a permanent hole, a dripping slit feeding the embryo with endless nectar. Her eyes rolled white, her tongue hung from her mouth, and still she whispered, "More… grow… hatch… my womb is yours forever…"

The air stank of sex and sweetness. Cum dripped from the walls. Milk mist hung in the air like steam. The fortress itself had become a womb ready to tear open.

And then—it came.

A thunderous crack split the embryo. Golden light poured out, blinding, hot, wet. The sound was not of stone breaking, but of flesh ripping, of a cunt dilating beyond its limits. Priestesses screamed in ecstasy, clutching their swollen pussies, squirting as the birth began.

The embryo's surface tore open. From within, a shape pressed against the glowing membrane—a head, crowned with horns slick with nectar. The shell split wider, and a wet, steaming creature pushed through, dripping with golden slime. Its cry was not human, not beastly—it was a moan, a newborn wail that echoed like the first orgasm of creation.

The Spawn of Kaito.

It crawled out, trembling, covered in cum and milk, its skin shimmering with liquid gold. Its body was humanlike, yet not—it had the perfection of a god, the softness of a child, and the hunger of a beast. Its cock hung thick and dripping, already hard, twitching as if eager to breed the world that birthed it.

Priestesses screamed in rapture, crawling forward to touch it, to lick its slime, to offer their tits and cunts to the newborn god-child. The first one who reached it pressed her lips against its shaft, moaning, "Drink me, father's child, drink me…" before the creature thrust forward instinctively, burying itself inside her dripping womb. She wailed as her belly swelled instantly, filled with seed, her milk spraying in fountains.

Kaito watched, golden eyes glinting, his cock throbbing with approval. His seed had not only created a womb-world, it had birthed the first offspring of the womb. His voice was calm, powerful, dripping with lustful pride.

"Good. My spawn arrives with cock in hand, hunger in blood. Fuck. Breed. Spread me further."

The newborn creature moaned like a whore, pounding the priestess as its slime dripped down her legs. Behind it, the embryo continued to pulse, still alive, still pregnant. More shapes moved inside, pressing against the membrane, waiting to be born.

The fortress shook. Moans grew louder. The womb was no longer just a place of worship. It was a nursery of gods.

And Kaito stood among it all, laughing low and dark, his voice carrying like a promise:

"This is only the first of many."

The fortress trembled like a living belly, walls of flesh convulsing with wet, sucking sounds. The first spawn rammed into the priestess beneath it, its hips slapping against her swollen cunt with brutal rhythm. Every thrust bloated her womb larger, as if each stroke pumped more than seed—it pumped worlds into her body. Milk sprayed from her tits in blinding arcs, splattering the altar, splashing the spawn's golden skin.

Other priestesses crawled closer, eyes glazed, tongues hanging, pussies dripping down their thighs. "Breed us, golden son… fill us… devour us…" They moaned like addicts begging for their next hit. The newborn pulled free of the first whore with a wet rip, cum gushing from her pussy in rivers, her stomach bulging as she screamed in orgasmic collapse.

It turned on another, shoving its cock straight into her mouth, golden nectar spilling as her throat stretched. She gagged, but still moaned through it, drool and slime running down her chin. Her cunt squirted untouched, as if simply serving the spawn made her climax.

Behind them, the embryo convulsed again. The membrane split wider, and more shapes pressed outward—legs, arms, glowing horns, fat dripping cocks hard before they even drew breath. The fortress filled with a blinding light as three more spawn burst free, sliding out in gushes of cum and milk. They landed on the floor crawling, their cries like wet moans, their bodies dripping with divine slime.

The priestesses screamed in chorus, collapsing on their backs, spreading their hairy pussies wide, begging, clawing at their own wombs. "Take us! Take us! Your holes are ready, sons of the Father!"

The newborns didn't hesitate. Instinct, hunger, command—it was the same thing. They mounted the priestesses at once, shoving thick cocks into dripping cunts and mouths, pounding with animal lust. The room shook with the sound of flesh slapping, wombs being filled, pussies squirting in surrender.

One spawn fucked two women at once, its cock splitting a priestess's cunt while another impaled herself on its tongue, sucking its slime like nectar. Another mounted a swollen-bellied whore, breeding her again even though her womb was already leaking with Kaito's seed.

Kaito stood above it all, golden cock glistening, watching his children fuck like beasts. His laugh was low, dark, dripping with pride.

"This is how it begins. My womb-world breeds itself. My seed flows even without my hand. My sons, my spawn… you are not children. You are extensions of my cock. Go. Fill them. Split them. Hatch the cycle."

The spawns moaned as one, a wet, guttural sound, and thrust harder. Priestesses screamed louder, milk flooding the floor in rivers, cum dripping from every hole, the fortress floor turning into a swamp of lust.

And still—the embryo pulsed. More shapes pressed forward inside, scratching to be born. The womb was not finished. The birth had only just begun.

The golden priestess, her belly already swelling unnaturally fast, gazed up at Kaito with delirious devotion. Her hands rubbed her pregnant gut as she whispered through moans, "My Lord… this womb will never stop… it will flood the world with your children until nothing remains but holes to fill…"

Kaito's cock throbbed at the words. He knew she spoke the truth. The womb was no longer a place. It was a living engine of creation.

And the first flood was only the start.

The fortress was no longer stone. It pulsed, bled, moaned. Its halls were rivers of milk and slime, its walls shuddered like a wet cunt stretching open. The moans of priestesses and the guttural cries of newborn spawn mixed into one symphony of surrender. Every surface dripped. Every breath reeked of cum.

Kaito walked into it like a king stepping into his palace. His bare feet sank into milk up to his ankles, and each step sent ripples through the swamp of lust. His golden cock swung heavy, already throbbing, veins alive with burning power. The priestesses saw him and screamed—not in fear, but in desperate worship, their arms outstretched, pussies gaping, as though their holes might summon him closer.

One spawn still had its cock buried in a priestess's throat when Kaito reached them. He grabbed its head, slick with slime, and forced it down harder. The priestess gagged, eyes rolling, squirting untouched. "Yes… choke me with your sons… choke me with you…" she gasped between gags. Her stomach bulged with cock and seed, and Kaito laughed, dark and delighted.

"Good. But you are not fucked enough."

With one shove he tore the spawn free, cum gushing from the priestess's mouth like a broken dam, then he plunged his own cock into her dripping cunt in the same motion. The woman screamed, body seizing, squirting violently as her womb opened like a gate. Milk sprayed from her tits, hitting his chest as he fucked her raw.

The spawn watched, moaning, and without hesitation mounted her face, ramming back into her throat. She was impaled top and bottom, gagging, squirting, milk-fountaining, as Kaito and his son used her body like a breeding trough. Her belly distended with every thrust, a swollen dome of cum and life.

Other priestesses clawed closer on their hands and knees, their hairy pussies dripping, begging through tears. "Please, Lord! Fill me! Breed me next! My womb is empty—make it yours!"

Kaito pulled free from the ruined priestess, golden cum spraying across her tits and face in a thick torrent. Then he grabbed two of the crawling women at once, shoving them down onto their backs, forcing his cock into one cunt while pushing the other's mouth over his balls. They moaned in unison, their holes sucking him greedily, their bodies shaking as if his presence alone forced them into orgasm.

The newborn spawn joined in, crawling onto the women, plunging their cocks into open holes—mouths, pussies, even forcing their way into dripping anuses. The priestesses welcomed it, screaming in bliss as every hole was claimed, their bodies used like breeding machines.

The womb above them throbbed, pulsing with light, more shapes pressing against the membrane. The wet bulge of more children clawing to be born. The sound of it cracked through the fortress like thunder, each pulse a wet heartbeat.

Kaito threw his head back, roaring in ecstasy, his golden cum flooding the womb-world.

"This fortress is no longer a fortress—it is my cunt, my cock, my seed! And you are all holes to be bred until nothing is left but wombs carrying me!"

His laugh shook the room, and the priestesses came again, squirting in fountains, their wombs convulsing as if they were already pregnant with new gods. The spawns moaned with him, a choir of wet-throated cries, their thrusts growing faster, harder, endless.

And still—the embryo above convulsed again. More cracks split the membrane. The womb-world wasn't stopping. The flood was only swelling higher.

The sound came first.

A crack—not stone breaking, but flesh. Wet, sucking, tearing. The great womb-membrane above the fortress split, milk and golden slime pouring down in a flood, drowning the moans and screams in a drowning baptism of seed. The priestesses screamed, not in fear, but in rapture, mouths open to drink the flood as their bodies convulsed in endless orgasms.

The first spawn had been small, human-sized, twisted and eager. But what tore through now was something else. A colossal figure of dripping muscle and slime, cock hanging thicker than a pillar, its skin veined with golden light. Its face was faceless, but it moaned like a newborn gasping its first cry—a sound that shook every womb in the fortress. Priestesses clutched their bellies, squirting violently, their holes dilating as if they were about to give birth in sync with the beast.

Kaito's eyes burned with golden fire. He stepped forward, milk and cum sloshing around his thighs, his cock still wet with priestess seed. He raised a hand, not in command, but in welcome.

"You are mine. Not spawn. Not son. My first godborn."

The giant creature roared, and priestesses fell to their knees instantly, their hairy pussies gaping, their milk spraying in worship. They clawed their tits, spread their dripping cunts, begging with sobs and laughter. "Breed us! Breed us, godborn!"

Kaito laughed darkly, grabbed one of them, and shoved her against the newborn's massive cock. She screamed as the tip alone split her in half, her belly bulging like she was already nine months full. Milk and blood mixed down her thighs as her body was filled, yet her smile was rapturous, eyes glowing as if her soul had been devoured in bliss.

The godborn slammed her down, forcing her womb open until she was a swollen sack of his cum. When she burst in squirting ecstasy, another priestess took her place without hesitation. They wanted nothing else but to be split open, bred, broken, and remade.

Kaito moved among them like a conductor of this orchestra of lust. He fucked two priestesses at once, their moans drowning in cum as he painted their wombs gold. Spawn thrust alongside him, godborn rutted above him, and the fortress became nothing but one great womb, walls shaking with every scream and thrust.

And then—it shifted.

From the broken womb-membrane above, not just one but many shapes began to emerge. Dozens, maybe hundreds, pressing, clawing, wet silhouettes waiting to be born. The air thickened with the smell of cum and milk, with the weight of inevitability.

Kaito roared, lifting his cock-slicked hand to the sky of flesh.

"Break open! Let them all be born! This world is not fortress, not land—this world is WOMB!"

The priestesses cried out with him, their pussies spurting like fountains, their milk spraying in geysers, their wombs clenching as if answering his call. The godborn slammed again into their bodies, breaking them into shrieking vessels, while the swarm above pushed harder against the membrane.

The world itself shook. The fortress trembled as if it could no longer contain the flood.

And Kaito stood at the center of it all, cock dripping gold, eyes blazing, laughing like the father of apocalypse.