My Harem Life in Another World

The night did not end. It only deepened.

The fortress's sky—once stone, once ceiling—now pulsed like flesh above them, stretched thin, glowing faintly gold with veins that throbbed in rhythm with Kaito's cock. The womb-membrane groaned like a mother in labor, bulging with the silhouettes of bodies not yet born. The first godborn stood in the center, dripping cum and steam, surrounded by priestesses crawling over one another just to lick his cock clean.

But Kaito did not look at him. His gaze was higher. Hungrier. The membrane split again, spraying milk and warm gold onto the writhing crowd. Dozens of clawed hands pushed through, wet and desperate. The fortress shook, its pillars dripping like cocks, its floor buckling under the pressure of so much birth.

The priestesses were lost to worship. They lay on their backs in rivers of cum, legs spread, hairy pussies spurting as they screamed:

"Birth them all! Split us, fill us, drown us!"

Kaito stepped forward, his seed still dripping from his cock. He reached into the spray of milk and gold, and his hand closed around something wet, throbbing, alive. He pulled. The membrane tore open wider, and the second godborn slipped free, a smaller shape, its skin smooth and golden, its mouth already dripping milk as if it were born ready to suck and breed. It crawled toward the nearest priestess and buried itself between her legs, its tongue forcing into her womb like a cock.

Her scream was orgasm and agony entwined, spraying milk so violently it splattered the walls.

The first godborn roared. The second joined. Then more pushed through—third, fourth, fifth. A dozen bodies fell, newborns of cum and gold, dripping in wetness, cocks already hard, pussies already open. They slid down into the flood, crying not like infants but like beasts in rut.

Kaito spread his arms wide. His voice rolled like thunder across the fortress-womb.

"Come forth! All of you! Be born in my seed! This world is not cradle—it is my cock's inheritance!"

The membrane convulsed, and the flood came. Not one, not two, but an unending torrent of forms slipped free. Crawling, writhing, howling. Some monstrous, some angelic, some formless slimes of dripping seed. The priestesses clawed toward them, begging to be torn apart, to be remade into mothers of this golden brood.

The fortress was gone. The air was womb. The ground was seed. The sky was nothing but birthing flesh.

And in the center, Kaito laughed, his cock hard as stone, dripping gold into the flood at his feet, as the first generation of his godborn children swarmed around him—hungry, rutting, unstoppable.

The fortress drowned.

Every corridor, every hall, every altar was no longer stone but flesh—soaked, dripping, convulsing. The godborn poured from the ceiling-womb like rivers of cum given form. Golden skin slick with milk, cocks already throbbing, pussies already gushing, they landed in the flood and swarmed like beasts in heat.

The priestesses screamed and opened themselves, spreading legs, pulling lips wide, begging for the newborns to split them. A dozen fell upon one priestess at once—one forcing its cock into her throat, another crawling inside her cunt, another sliding between her tits while yet more suckled milk from her nipples until she collapsed, broken, moaning through every hole.

Her womb burst milk like a geyser as she came, and the godborn drank it like nectar.

Kaori stood with her blade dripping, but even she moaned as the second-born pressed its face between her thighs, sucking her hairy slit until she fell to her knees. She looked at Kaito through half-closed eyes, lips wet with milk.

"They're… yours, my King… every thrust, every birth, every scream—your seed reborn!"

Kaito walked through the orgy like a god among beasts, the flood parting only where his cock swung heavy, dripping warmth. The newborns crawled over one another just to lick it, to taste their origin. One wrapped its lips around the tip and swallowed deep, gagging on the heat. Kaito gripped its head and thrust hard until it choked, golden seed spilling from its mouth like fire.

The others howled, hungry, jealous, clawing closer.

Kaito raised his hand. The fortress shuddered. Milk fell like rain.

"You are mine," his voice cracked like thunder. "You do not crawl for yourselves—you crawl for me. You fuck not as beasts—you fuck as my children. Spread my heat into every womb. Milk this fortress dry until the world itself swells pregnant with me."

The newborns writhed at his words, their bodies glowing brighter, their moans echoing like a choir. They turned as one toward the priestesses, toward the rebels still chained along the walls, toward every cunt, every ass, every throat available.

The flood became frenzy.

Dozens of priestesses disappeared under piles of golden flesh, their cries muffled by cocks stuffing their mouths, their bellies swelling instantly with warm seed. Chains snapped as rebels were dragged into the flood, their resistance drowned in moans as godborn split them wide.

Kaito climbed the central altar—now a pulsing mound of womb-flesh. He stood tall, cock gleaming, and spread his arms as his brood carried out his will.

The fortress sang. It was no longer a place but a breeding ground. His breeding ground.

And at its center, the King of Eternal Warmth smiled, his brood moaning his name as they filled the world with his hunger.

The fortress could not hold it.

With every birth, every scream, every thrust of cock into cunt, the womb-walls swelled wider, until they split apart in rivers of milk. Flesh dissolved into light, into steam, into mist that rolled across the hills of Vireya. The Milk River itself groaned as if alive, its waters thickening, frothing, glowing gold with Kaito's warmth.

From the torn ceiling, newborns rained like meteors, splashing into the river below. Some swam instantly, their bodies sliding like slick serpents through the milk. Others flew, wings of glowing seed unfolding from their backs. Some melted into the river itself, becoming living currents of warmth that dragged screaming women beneath to fill them.

Villages downstream cried out in terror as the flood reached them. Milkmaids who once raised their swords in rebellion now found themselves caught by golden hands, stripped bare, and drowned in kisses and thrusts. Their cries of defiance broke into moans as godborn filled them in every hole, their swollen wombs glowing faintly as if lit by Kaito's seed from within.

The river overflowed its banks. Crops, trees, temples—all drowned under white flood and golden steam.

Kaori rode the second-born like a beast, her hair drenched, her tits bouncing as the creature carried her through the skies. Below, she watched entire villages fall into orgasm, rebels chained to fences now ridden by glowing newborns until their bodies convulsed in endless climax.

She licked her lips, golden milk dripping down her chin.

"Father of Warmth… they no longer resist. Your flood makes whores of them all."

Kaito stood on the riverbank, cock steaming in the night air, and raised his hand again. The river obeyed. It swirled into a whirlpool, dragging every woman caught in its flow toward him. They rose from the flood, bodies naked, dripping, hair plastered to their faces.

Eyes rolled back. Legs spread against their will. Pussies weeping with milk and need.

The godborn swarmed them, splitting them open, filling them raw until the river itself turned into a moaning tide.

Kaito's voice shook the valley.

"This is not rebellion. This is rebirth. You are all mine—your milk, your moans, your wombs. Every drop returns to me."

The sky cracked with light. More wombs tore open above. More godborn descended. The flood widened, stretching toward the Lustful Isles, toward the City of Aeloria, toward every corner of Elandria.

The world was no longer resisting.

It was moaning.

It was opening.

It was pregnant.

And at the center of it all, Kaito's cock burned brighter, herald of a new age of endless birth.

The Milk River no longer flowed. It writhed.

Its currents coiled around themselves, swollen, swollen again, until its surface split like a cunt under too much cock. From its depths rose something not man, not beast, but titan.

The godborn were no longer small, no longer crawling and eager—they were birthing giants.

The first emerged with a roar, a shape taller than mountains, skin of glowing seed stretched across muscle, veins pulsing gold. Its cock swung like a tower, dripping rivers that became tributaries feeding back into the Milk River. When it thrust into the earth itself, the land groaned and burst open, flooding with new milk-lakes.

Another followed, feminine in form, breasts as heavy as hills, nipples pouring milk in waterfalls that drowned entire forests. She bent low, her lips wide, swallowing chains of rebels in a single suck, their muffled screams dissolving into moans inside her endless throat.

The valley could not hold them. Mountains crumbled. Temples cracked. Villages disappeared beneath milk and cum.

Kaori and Nyxa clung to Kaito's side, dripping, moaning, their eyes glazed with worship as they watched the titans rut the land.

"They are your world now," Kaori whispered, her hand sliding across Kaito's cock. "Every hole they make in the earth, every scream, every flood—it is your warmth claiming all."

But then, through the moans, through the crashing of titans, another sound rose.

A moan sharper, stranger.

The earth split again—not to birth another godborn, but to reveal her.

The Oracle of Thorns.

Her body was half torn, half remade—milk pouring from wounds stitched with living vines, her fists raw from pounding her own womb to hold back visions. Her cunt gaped, still bleeding prophecy, as she staggered into the flood.

Her blind eyes turned toward Kaito.

"You… have broken time itself," she moaned. "I fisted the future until my arm was bone—and still I saw only you. Endless. Hungering. Drowning all."

She collapsed to her knees, milk and blood mixing at her thighs. She spread them wide, thorns binding her open, screaming with both agony and desire.

"Then choke destiny inside me. If the world ends as womb, let it end in mine."

The titans roared. The brood howled. The river surged higher than the sky.

Kaito stepped forward, cock steaming, dripping, burning with warmth enough to split even prophecy apart.

And the Oracle moaned louder, fists still deep inside her cunt, waiting for him to replace them with eternity.