My Harem Life in Another World

The flood was endless.

Titans rutted mountains to rubble, rivers burst into milk-lakes, and priestesses lay drowned in orgasm until their bellies shone like lanterns in the night. But within the heart of that storm, all sound bent to a single moan—the Oracle of Thorns kneeling in the flood, fists buried in her cunt, vines coiling her body open.

Her blind eyes leaked milk like tears, her breath sharp, each word breaking the sky.

"You… split prophecy with your cock. My visions burned until I tore myself bloody to contain them. But you… you are not vision—you are the end of vision."

Her arms trembled as she pulled her fists from her cunt. The sound was wet, tearing, obscene—SCHLOP. SPLORCH. Her womb gaped, gushing milk and blood, steaming with heat. She lifted her hands, coated in her own fluids, and smeared them across her breasts like war paint.

Kaito stepped into the temple-flood, his cock heavy, swinging, dripping molten warmth that hissed as it touched the milk at his feet. Around him, his brood howled, priestesses begged, titans moaned with every thrust into the land. Yet none dared touch him. None dared interrupt.

Kaori fell to her knees at the edge, eyes wide, her own hand buried between her legs. "Father… she waits to be split. She has broken herself only for you."

The Oracle spread wider, thorns digging into her thighs to hold her gaping. She arched back, hair wild, lips trembling.

"Breed me until the future is blank. Tear time from my womb. Let prophecy choke on your cock."

Kaito's voice rolled like thunder, low and merciless.

"You tore yourself open to glimpse me. Now I will tear you open so you never see anything else."

He gripped her throat, lifting her like a doll, her legs still bound wide by vines, her cunt yawning, dripping, begging. She moaned through the choke, her blind eyes rolling, her fists curling uselessly in the air.

Then he thrust.

His cock speared into her raw, gaping slit, splitting prophecy apart. The Oracle screamed—not in pain, not in pleasure, but in annihilation, a scream that echoed through every womb in Vireya. Her back arched until her spine cracked, milk spraying from her tits in hot streams.

The thorns tightened, holding her open, forcing her to take every inch. Her blind eyes glowed faint gold as visions burned away, consumed by the heat inside her.

Outside, the titans roared louder, as if each thrust shook them too. The river rose higher, frothing, spilling over into cities far beyond Vireya.

The Oracle clawed at Kaito's chest, nails drawing blood, yet her voice was nothing but surrender.

"Yes… yes… yes… split me… drown me… make me the hole where destiny dies…"

Kaito thrust harder, each slam of his cock rewriting prophecy into moan, into milk, into ruin. The fortress-womb trembled as if every thrust drove deeper into the world itself.

And still, the Oracle begged, her fists curling back toward her cunt as if desperate to press herself open even wider for him.

Each thrust erased another future.

The Oracle's blind eyes rolled back, glowing faintly as visions sparked and died inside her skull. Threads of time—wars that might have been, kings that might have risen, gods that might have claimed her—snapped one by one, cut apart by the cock pounding her womb.

Her moans grew ragged, unholy. They were not cries of a priestess, not chants of prophecy—they were raw, wet, broken gasps.

"Gone… gone… all gone… only you remain…"

Milk poured from her tits, hot and heavy, splattering across Kaito's chest as he slammed into her harder. Her belly bulged each time he bottomed out, stretched wide enough for Kaori and Nyxa to watch the shape of his cock driving into her womb. They moaned as if it were their own.

The vines binding her thighs quivered, thickened, alive with her collapse. They flowered and dripped nectar, spreading the scent of wet prophecy across the temple. Priestesses in the flood fell onto one another, fingering, licking, begging, unable to hold themselves still as the Oracle's surrender infected their bodies.

Outside, the titans roared in unison. The mountain-sized godborn thrust deeper into the land, cracking valleys open with each slam. Rivers overflowed, forests drowned, cities vanished in floods of milk. The sky itself dripped white and gold as if it too was in heat.

The Oracle clawed at her own face, tearing open skin, milk and blood mixing across her cheeks. Her blind sockets leaked golden tears, her voice shaking with ruin.

"I… I saw everything once. Endless paths. Endless visions. I fisted myself bloody to keep them. But now… now I see nothing. Only your cock. Only warmth. Only this splitting."

Her back arched again, tits spraying, her cunt tightening around him until the vines snapped under the force. She writhed in the milk-flood, legs wide, fists slamming back inside herself alongside his cock, doubling the stretch, tearing her open to the elbow.

The scream that followed shook the brood itself. Newborn godborn collapsed mid-fuck, their mouths open, moaning as if her climax had entered them too. The titans froze for a heartbeat, cocks buried in the earth, before erupting in seed that drowned entire ranges.

Kaito gripped her throat tighter, his heat pouring down into her womb, filling her visionless void with molten gold.

"You were prophecy," he growled, each word a hammer of thrust. "Now you are hole. You are not the future. You are my fuck."

The Oracle moaned, broken, her voice nothing but worship.

"Yes… yes… fuck me into blankness… breed me until time is nothing but moan…"

And as his seed began to pour into her, her body convulsed, not with visions, but with pure, endless orgasm

The Oracle convulsed as Kaito poured into her. Her blind eyes blazed brighter, not with visions—but with raw heat, golden fire spilling down her cheeks. Milk erupted from her tits, her belly swelled round with impossible fullness, and her arms shook as she tried to fist herself deeper even while his cock split her.

Her moans no longer carried words. They were the sound of prophecy undone, shattered syllables dissolving into guttural cries that rolled through the flood.

The brood howled in answer.

Every newborn godborn stopped their rutting for a heartbeat, heads snapping toward the altar. Then they began again, harder, faster, their moans echoing hers. Priestesses screamed as they were split open by the synchronized frenzy, their wombs filling so quickly with molten seed that their bellies glowed gold through the skin.

Kaito's thrusts grew merciless, each one stretching the Oracle wider, ripping her apart only for her body to heal around him with vines and milk. Her womb was no longer flesh—it was turning into a glowing cavern, veins of prophecy burning away, replaced with molten rivers of warmth.

Kaori clutched herself, sobbing and cumming just from watching.

"She… she's not woman anymore. She's—"

"Womb," Nyxa interrupted, voice hoarse, eyes wild. "She is womb and nothing else."

Kaito roared, seed exploding into her again, and the Oracle screamed with him. Her arms snapped backward, her fists breaking bones only to reform, her spine twisting into a thorned arch. The vines binding her thighs spread into roots that pierced the altar, anchoring her as if she were becoming part of the fortress itself.

Her belly swelled massive, glowing gold, stretching like a sun about to burst.

Then it split.

Not with gore, but with light. Her cunt dilated wider than human, wider than divine, and from within her poured not one child, but a cascade of golden embryos, newborn godborn wet and screaming, each one clawing toward the flood to fuck, to feed, to spread.

The Oracle's voice returned at last—but it was no longer hers.

"I am nothing. I am vessel. I am your hole, Father of Warmth. Through me flows the brood eternal."

Her milk sprayed upward like fountains, turning to rain that fell across the battlefield. Every drop that touched priestess or rebel made their legs spread, pussies gush, wombs glow. Even chained men groaned, their cocks swelling, their seed hijacked to serve the flood.

The Oracle moaned louder, shaking, begging for more.

"Keep me open, Warmth. Never close me. I am prophecy's corpse—I am your cunt forever."

And still Kaito thrust into her, cock pounding her infinite opening, fucking not just a woman, not just a priestess, but a hole that had become destiny itself.

Outside, the titans roared again, and mountains collapsed beneath their seed.

The world was breaking open.

The fortress could no longer contain it.

The Oracle's belly split wider with every thrust, glowing fissures racing across her skin as Kaito's cock plowed her infinite womb. From her torn-open cunt poured endless golden offspring, streaming down the altar in rivers that joined the Milk Flood until the entire fortress trembled beneath the tide.

Walls collapsed.

Streets vanished under the surge.

Every temple bell rang as milkwater climbed higher, carrying godborn who clung to priestesses, splitting them on their cocks, pumping them full until their bellies ballooned so heavy they floated.

Above the chaos, the Oracle howled—no longer human, no longer divine, but the eternal hole of prophecy's corpse. Her blind eyes had cracked open, and inside burned nothing but molten gold.

Kaito clutched her throat, pinning her down as he rammed harder, snarling into her ear.

"Mine. You were never a mouthpiece for gods. You are my womb, my gate, my spread hole for eternity."

Her scream rattled the sky. Her arms tore into roots that split stone, her tits swelled like mountains, spraying torrents of milk so heavy they drowned streets. From her cunt, the flood gushed in geysers of golden semen that drowned soldiers, rebels, even whole courtyards.

The Milkmaids had long stopped resisting. They floated with bellies round, eyes rolled back, begging for more as godborn mounted them in chains of rutting.

And then the flood broke past Vireya.

The Milk River burst its banks, the glowing tide sweeping across the Shadowed Wilds. Forests groaned as every tree bent under the weight of seed, their roots drinking it deep. Leaves flushed gold, blossoms swelled fat and dripping, every flower opening like a wet pussy, every fruit swelling like a pregnant womb.

Beasts drank, and their bellies glowed. Deer collapsed, trembling, birthing golden calves that leapt instantly into rutting. Wolves mounted in packs, their seed turning to glowing threads that spread the tide faster.

Even the sky changed.

Clouds thickened white, sagging with milk, and rain poured down in steaming sheets, soaking the land until every surface gleamed slick, wet, fertile.

Kaori clung to Kaito's arm, trembling. "It's… it's no longer a flood, Kaito. It's the world. You've made the world your womb."

Nyxa laughed, her voice sharp with awe. "No… not womb. He's made the world his pussy. And he's fucking it open."

Kaito roared, thrusting the Oracle until her altar cracked apart beneath them. His seed erupted again, a flood within the flood, and the sky itself answered with lightning that struck like veins of molten gold across the horizon.

The Oracle gasped, her voice ragged, submissive.

"I am open. I am undone. Through me, all things spread for you, Father of Warmth. Never let the hole close. Never—"

Her words dissolved into another scream as his cock split her again, birthing not offspring this time, but light itself—blinding rays that shot across the flood, piercing mountains, cities, and seas.

Everywhere they landed, the land moaned.

The world had become a hole.

And Kaito was still fucking it open.