My Harem Life in Another World

The Lustful Isles had always been infamous—white beaches where priestesses moaned under moonlight, where pearls were plucked from cunts instead of seashells, where every wave was said to carry the taste of pussy nectar.

Now the Milk Flood came for them.

It swept across the ocean, golden and thick, riding tides that swallowed whole fleets. Sailors screamed as their ships cracked, their mouths forced open by the glowing water until they drowned not in salt, but in seed. Yet they did not die—instead, their bellies swelled as if impregnated, bursting with glowing spawn that crawled onto the decks and mounted whatever hole they found.

By the time the tide reached the Isles, the beaches were already soaked white. Palm trees bent low, dripping with sticky milk as their fruits swelled round and ripe, each one splitting open to reveal wet cunts that moaned when the wind touched them.

The High Queen of the Isles, draped in pearls and seafoam silks, stood upon the coral throne as the golden flood climbed her ankles. She clenched her jaw, pride in her eyes even as the water reached her thighs. Around her, handmaidens whimpered, their dresses plastered to skin, their nipples diamond-hard as milk-soaked silk revealed every curve.

A voice rumbled from the tide itself.

Kaito's voice.

"You call yourselves Lustful, but you have never known true lust. Let me teach you."

The flood surged upward, tearing the handmaidens off their feet, spreading their legs wide as godborn rose from the waters. Glowing, dripping cocks speared them in midair, fucking them as if the tide itself commanded their hips. The maids screamed, squirting into the flood until their juices mixed with Kaito's seed, thickening it further.

The Queen staggered back, her pearls clattering to the floor as the golden tide climbed her waist. Her defiance trembled.

"You… you will not take me as you took Vireya."

Kaori's laughter echoed through the flood, carried on the waves.

"You think you're different? You're nothing but another hole for him. Another cunt to stretch until your throne becomes his altar."

The Queen gasped as a tendril of glowing water rose between her legs, sliding up her thighs, teasing her lips until her composure shattered with a shuddering moan.

Her crown slipped.

The flood wrapped around her tits, squeezing milk from her nipples, dragging her down from the throne until she knelt in glowing seed. The first godborn seized her hair, forcing her mouth open on his cock, while another tore her silk aside and split her pussy from behind.

The Queen's scream was muffled by cock.

Her pearls snapped one by one, scattering across the floor as if the Isles themselves had surrendered their jewels to the flood.

And above it all, the voice of Kaito rolled across the waves:

"Your islands are no longer Lustful—they are mine. Your seas are my seed. Your wombs are my gates."

The flood roared as if agreeing, golden tides pounding the beaches, carrying the cries of maidens into the endless night.

The Lustful Isles had been spread open.

The coral throne had collapsed into the flood, half-swallowed by golden tides that pulsed like a living cock. The Lustful Queen, once draped in silks and authority, now knelt with pearls tangled in her hair, her mouth stuffed full of seed-thick godflesh.

Her eyes watered, not from pain—but from surrender. Every thrust down her throat loosened her crown until it toppled into the glowing flood, vanishing into the tide like the last remnant of her sovereignty.

Behind her, godborns plunged their dripping cocks into her cunt, her ass, her every hole, while the handmaidens were dragged across the pearl-strewn floor. Their legs were spread wide by watery tendrils, their pussies filled until they gushed like broken shells. The once-proud palace of the Isles had become a breeding ground, walls soaked in squirt and seed, pearls rattling with each wet slap of flesh against flesh.

Kaori watched, her armor dripping with milk as she leaned close to the Queen's ear.

"You wanted to be worshiped, didn't you? Your people moaned your name like a goddess. But now you'll moan his name—every night, every tide, every time your womb drips his seed into the sand."

The Queen gagged on the cock in her mouth, but her muffled voice still broke through:

"W–Warmth… God of Warmth…"

Kaori's lips curled in a cruel smile. She shoved the Queen's head down harder, making her throat bulge around the length.

"Good girl. You're already learning."

Nyxa, slick with cum, strode barefoot across the drowned throne room, carrying chains made of glowing coral. With deliberate grace, she fastened them around the Queen's wrists and ankles, binding her in a spread-eagle pose against the broken throne. Tendrils of golden water coiled over her, locking her open as her cunt gushed milk and nectar into the flood.

The Queen's people watched from the balconies—maidens, priestesses, nobles—all trembling as they saw their monarch fucked and displayed like a public altar.

One priestess, her body quivering, whispered into the flood,

"If our Queen is his, then we all are."

The golden tide surged, carrying her into the orgy below, where she was mounted before she even hit the floor. Her cry of surrender echoed, and others followed. One by one, the women of the Isles leapt into the flood, their rebellion breaking not with swords, but with dripping thighs and open mouths.

Above it all, Kaito emerged—not as a whisper in the tide, but in flesh, cock gleaming with molten heat, eyes burning brighter than the moons. The Queen's throat released the cock that had been fucking her only for her to choke on his shadow, knowing what was about to claim her.

The palace shook as he stepped forward, the tide bowing around his feet.

The Queen raised her head, pearls falling from her hair, lips swollen, eyes undone.

"Take me," she moaned, milk dripping from her nipples into the flood. "Make the Isles your womb."

And Kaito's cock descended like judgment.

The Queen's body was already trembling before his cock touched her. Her handmaidens were sprawled across the shattered throne hall, their holes gaping, wombs dripping, each one groaning as godborns kept them open with thrusts that churned the flood into froth. The pearls that once adorned the Queen's throne now clung to their dripping thighs, a mockery of dignity.

But all eyes were on her.

Chains of glowing coral pinned her spread against the half-drowned throne, her arms pulled wide, her legs parted until her cunt glistened like the center of the ocean itself. Her tits rose and fell with each gasping breath, nipples leaking milk that dripped into the flood.

Kaito stepped forward.

The room shuddered. Not from his weight, but from the sheer heat rolling off him, making the golden tide boil and hiss around his thighs. His cock hung like a pillar of fire, dripping seed thick enough to ripple the waters below.

The Queen's pride finally snapped when she saw it. She shuddered, eyes rolling, her lips parting in a broken moan.

"Please… drown me in it…"

Kaori leaned close, her voice a whisper like sharpened silk.

"Beg properly, Queen of Pearls. Show him your Isles mean nothing before his cock."

Tears streaked down her cheeks, mascara mixing with sweat and seed. The Queen cried out:

"Take me, God of Warmth! Take my womb, take my Isles, take every cunt under my crown!"

The flood erupted with screams as the maidens and priestesses echoed her words, each one clenching their thighs tighter around the cocks spearing them, each one surrendering her body as the Queen surrendered her crown.

Kaito grinned, then thrust.

The impact shook the hall. His cock slammed into her so hard the chains rattled, coral cracking beneath her back as her cunt stretched wide, milk spraying from her nipples in fountains. She screamed into the tide, her voice breaking into a wet sob as his thrusts tore moans out of her throat she had never known she could make.

Her pussy gushed endlessly, juices mixing with the golden flood until the entire palace smelled of cunt and seed. Each thrust forced more pearls to snap loose, clattering into the tide until the throne room floor gleamed with broken treasures.

Her womb stretched around him, glowing, swelling with his heat until it looked like her entire belly would burst into light.

Nyxa licked her lips, stroking her soaked thighs as she watched.

"She'll carry more than pearls now. She'll carry worlds."

The Queen's head lolled back, her crown long gone, her voice a broken hymn as she cried Kaito's name again and again.

The flood outside roared louder, waves crashing over the Lustful Isles as the land itself responded to each thrust. Palm trees bent further, spilling nectar; the beaches melted into glowing seed-soaked sands. Every cunt on the Isles clenched in unison, every womb dripping as if the islands themselves were orgasming.

And at the heart of it, the Queen surrendered completely, body convulsing as her climax drowned the throne.

"Fill me… flood me… make me nothing but your shore!"

Kaito's cock swelled. His heat surged. And the Isles braced for their baptism.

The Queen's body convulsed, her cries echoing through the drowned throne hall as Kaito's cock drove her deeper into surrender. Each thrust slammed her chains tighter into the coral, tearing milk from her tits in streams, breaking pearls loose until they scattered like fallen stars.

Her belly swelled visibly, glowing from within as though the flood itself had taken residence inside her womb. Her back arched against the throne, her moans no longer words but broken screams of need.

The handmaidens writhed around her, their cunts overflowing, their wombs already glowing with implanted suns of seed. Priestesses knelt in the flood, tongues out, lapping at the Queen's dripping thighs, desperate to taste her surrender.

Kaori stood tall above them, voice sharp and merciless.

"Look well, Isles! Your Queen is no longer your ruler—she is his altar. Her womb is the gate through which your land now breathes."

The women of the Isles wailed with lust, throwing themselves into the tide, tearing their silks, opening themselves for godborn cocks that rose like waves around them. Every cunt became a chalice, every throat an offering. The entire palace throbbed with wet submission.

Then it came.

Kaito's roar tore through the skies. His cock surged, stretching the Queen to the edge of breaking as molten heat poured from him in torrents. Cum erupted like a flood within a flood, thick, glowing rivers gushing into her cunt, filling her womb until her belly swelled round and dripping.

The throne hall drowned.

Seed spilled from her hole in golden waves, blasting through the shattered coral throne, rushing out into the flood that covered the Isles. The tide rose higher, glowing brighter, sweeping over the beaches, over the palm trees, over every house and temple.

Women screamed as their wombs ignited, bellies swelling as seed entered them through the tide itself. Even those untouched by cock found themselves filled, their thighs trembling as their cunts gushed into the flood in helpless climax.

The Queen's head rolled back, eyes glowing, voice trembling as she whispered through the roar of his seed:

"The Isles… are yours… forever."

Outside, the Lustful Isles transformed.

The beaches glowed, each grain of sand now a pearl of milk. The palm trees dripped nectar unending. The seas no longer tasted of salt but of seed, endless, eternal.

Every womb on the Isles belonged to him. Every cunt bore his warmth.

And the Queen—once proud, once defiant—lay in chains upon her drowned throne, belly full, crown gone, body quaking in endless aftershocks as his cum overflowed her.

Kaito stood over her, cock still dripping molten seed, his voice carrying across the golden seas.

"Your Isles are mine. Your wombs are mine. From this night forward, you exist only as my shore of lust."

The flood thundered its agreement, waves crashing in rhythm with the moans of countless women climaxing in unison.

The Isles had been spread open.

And they would never close again.