My Harem Life in Another World

The golden tide receded from the Lustful Isles, not in weakness but in triumph, leaving behind a land forever changed. The sands gleamed like wet pearls, the trees dripped nectar instead of sap, and every womb beat with his warmth, swollen with his claim. The Queen lay chained in her throne of coral, belly round with his seed, a living monument to surrender.

But the flood did not rest.

It surged outward, riding the ocean's veins, faster than ships, heavier than storms. It rolled across archipelagos, swallowed merchant fleets, and broke coastlines. Where it touched, resistance drowned.

And then it found its way into the Drowned Kingdom.

A nation built beneath the sea, proud and ancient, ruled by women who had never bowed to gods of the surface. Their halls of glass and coral stretched for leagues, domes shimmering beneath the waves. Their warriors wore shells harder than steel, their wombs untouched by men for centuries. They had been brides only to the ocean, never to flesh.

Until now.

The golden tide pierced their domes as if they were nothing more than thin hymens. Walls shattered, halls flooded, and the tide filled every chamber with heat and seed.

Mermaid priestesses swam desperately, their fins thrashing as the warmth clung to them, sliding over their scales, seeping into their pussies. Their cries bubbled into the water, but no prayer reached their Ocean-Mother. Their goddess was drowned in Kaito's seed like the rest.

A princess, her crown of shells slipping from her head, fought against the current. Her hair streamed behind her, pearls scattering from her braids as the tide wrapped around her wrists, her tail, her throat. She gasped, bubbles spilling from her lips as tendrils of molten gold pushed into her mouth, choking her with heat.

Other tendrils slid between her scaled thighs, finding her slit, forcing it open until she convulsed in the water, cunt clenching desperately around the invasion.

In the throne hall of the drowned queens, the flood gathered. The dome cracked, letting shafts of filtered moonlight pierce through the golden waters. At its center, Kaito's form rose, standing as if the ocean itself bent to his feet.

His cock glowed hotter than the sun, brighter than the moon, and every mermaid's eyes turned to it, wide with terror, wide with hunger.

"Your kingdom has hidden from men for centuries," his voice thundered through the waters. "But there is no depth where my cock cannot reach."

The golden flood wrapped around the mermaid princess, dragging her forward until she was pressed against his chest, her scales glittering as her slit leaked into the tide. She shivered, bubbles escaping her throat in moans.

Her crown slipped away.

Her lips parted.

"Claim me… God of Warmth."

And the flood shook the Drowned Kingdom as he bent her open in the throne of her ancestors.

The throne of the Drowned Kingdom had stood untouched for a thousand years, carved from the spine of a leviathan and polished by generations of priestesses. It was said no man had ever sat upon it, no cock had ever ruled its waters.

Kaito shattered that vow the moment his cock entered the princess.

Her scales shimmered, fins trembling as her body bent against the throne. His thrust split her open, driving molten heat into a cunt that had only ever known the cold embrace of the sea. Her scream echoed through the flooded hall, bubbles bursting from her lips in spirals as her back arched, her tail curling helplessly around his waist.

Each stroke sent waves of gold rippling through the waters, blasting cracks into the coral walls. Statues of forgotten sea-goddesses toppled, their stone cunts filled with the tide as if mocking their false sanctity.

The mermaid nobles, bound in tendrils of molten seed, were forced to watch as their princess was stretched, milk bursting from tits they never thought could lactate, their own pussies dripping from the sight. They moaned into the water, some crying for mercy, others begging to be next.

Kaori swam into the hall, her body glowing with heat that boiled the waters around her. She seized one noble's hair, forcing her face toward the throne.

"Look at her. Your proud princess, dripping, stretched, ruined. Your wombs will follow hers."

The noble moaned, her scales shivering as she squirted into the flood despite herself.

Nyxa dove through the waters, chains of glowing coral trailing from her arms. She dragged maidens forward, binding them spread against the shattered pillars, their tails wrapped wide, their cunts open to receive the golden tide. They writhed, their cries turning to helpless moans as tendrils filled them one by one.

On the throne, the princess clutched Kaito's chest, eyes wide, lips swollen.

"You're… breaking me—" she gasped, her voice trembling through the water.

"You were made to break," Kaito growled, his cock slamming harder, thicker, until her womb glowed visibly through her belly. "Your throne was waiting for me."

Her cunt gushed into the tide, squirting so hard her scales gleamed with milk. Her crown was long gone, her fin split wide, her dignity dissolved in waves of seed and pleasure. She screamed his name, the sound echoing through the kingdom like a prophecy of ruin.

The throne cracked beneath her.

The Drowned Kingdom's proud heart split open, glowing as molten seed poured across it, flooding the palace, filling every chamber, every hall, every womb.

The sea itself began to glow. Fish fled in glittering schools only to be swallowed by the tide. Coral forests bloomed wet and swollen, dripping with nectar instead of salt. The ocean floor moaned, every current carrying the scent of pussy and seed.

The Drowned Kingdom was no longer a kingdom.

It was a womb.

And the princess, belly swollen with warmth, tits spraying milk into the tide, sobbed her surrender against his chest.

"We're yours. All of us. The sea itself is yours."

Kaito's cock pulsed harder, promising the ocean an orgasm it would never recover from.

The throne groaned beneath the princess's body, cracks widening as Kaito's cock slammed deeper, harder, hotter. Her tail thrashed in the glowing tide, fins curled helplessly as his heat pulsed through her womb, stretching her belly until it glowed like a sun trapped under her skin.

Each thrust shook the palace walls. Coral split. Statues fell. Glass domes burst into shards, flooding the halls with the ocean's weight. But the golden tide swallowed it all, thicker, hotter, unstoppable.

The nobles chained against the pillars cried out as the flood penetrated them. Tendrils of molten seed slid into their slits, spreading them wide until their bellies swelled with his warmth. Milk burst from their tits, their cries bubbling upward through the waters.

Priestesses writhed in orgiastic chains, their scales gleaming as they orgasmed again and again, their squirts mixing with the tide until the sea itself tasted of cunt. They begged for more, their pride drowned, their prayers replaced by screams of his name.

Kaori swam to the princess's side, clutching her chin, forcing her to meet Kaito's eyes even as she trembled on his cock.

"Look at him," Kaori hissed. "You're not a queen anymore. You're a womb. His womb."

The princess sobbed through clenched teeth, her eyes wide, glowing with submission.

"Yes… yes… I'm yours… the sea is yours!"

Nyxa laughed darkly, swimming circles around the throne, her own cunt leaking into the flood. She whispered to the bound nobles, her fingers teasing their swollen bellies.

"Your kingdom isn't drowned—it's pregnant. Every drop of this sea is carrying him now."

Kaito's roar tore through the waters, vibrating the very bones of the leviathan throne. His cock pulsed, swelling inside the princess until her body arched in terror and ecstasy, her mouth open in a silent scream as the flood erupted.

Seed gushed into her womb, hotter than magma, thicker than tides. It filled her belly, stretched her scales, then spilled out in torrents. The throne shattered beneath the force, breaking apart into glowing shards as the palace drowned in molten cum.

The ocean beyond responded.

The golden tide burst outward from the palace, racing through trenches, reefs, and caverns. Entire shoals of mermaids were caught in its glow, their fins forced apart, their cunts filled without touch. They screamed and moaned in unison, their wombs swelling as the seed invaded them.

The sea itself convulsed. Waves crashed above, glowing white under the moonlight as if the ocean were squirting across the world.

The Drowned Kingdom had fallen.

The princess lay limp against Kaito's chest, her body glowing, her belly swollen, her tits leaking milk into the tide. Her crown was gone, her throne broken, her kingdom moaning as a womb.

And Kaito, standing over it all, voice deep as the abyss, declared:

"The ocean is mine. Its womb belongs to me."

The sea moaned in answer, waves slamming against every shore in climax.

The ocean glowed like a womb. Every current churned with his molten seed, every wave crashing with the sound of cunt stretched wide. The palace of the mermaids was no longer a sanctuary—it was a breeding pit, glowing white in the abyss.

Kaito stood at the center, the broken throne at his feet, his cock still throbbing, dripping endless seed into the golden flood that spread through the halls. The princess lay limp, her belly swollen, her body glowing like a lantern in the dark sea. Nobles and priestesses writhed around her, each body glowing with the same light, bellies swelling, tits leaking as if the ocean had milked them dry and refilled them only to milk again.

The tide swelled upward.

Currents broke free of the trenches, rushing toward the surface. Whales cried out, their massive bodies caught in the glow as their wombs twisted into heat. Schools of mermaids clutched each other, screaming and moaning as the tide forced them open, their bellies rounding in unison. The entire sea sang with their voices, a chorus of orgasms stretching from reef to reef.

When the golden flood finally broke the surface, it exploded into the night sky.

The moon reflected off the glowing tide, but the reflection shattered—seed rising like geysers, spraying into the heavens. The sky itself dripped. Clouds turned wet, heavy, sagging like breasts full of milk. Rain fell not as water, but as seed, drenching the lands above in a storm of warmth.

On distant shores, humans gasped as the rain coated them. Women screamed, their cunts dripping without touch, their bellies swelling under the downpour. Men collapsed to their knees, their seed spilling uselessly into the soil, overwhelmed by the flood that drowned their pride.

Kaori floated beside Kaito, her body glowing with orgasm after orgasm, hair drifting like silk in the golden tide. She kissed his jaw, licking his sweat and seed.

"You've broken the ocean," she whispered. "What will you claim next? The skies? The stars? The womb of the world itself?"

Nyxa laughed, her voice echoing darkly through the drowning halls, her fingers teasing her soaked slit as she floated weightless in the flood.

"Why stop at the seas?" she purred. "The world itself is only another womb waiting to be filled."

Kaito's eyes glowed like suns beneath the water. His voice thundered through the flood, through the surface, through the skies.

"The ocean is only the beginning. I will seed the heavens. I will breed the stars."

The sea shuddered as if in answer, waves crashing, clouds moaning, the rain of seed falling harder, coating every shore. The world trembled, caught between drowning and climax.

And far above, the moon glowed brighter—not silver, but gold, dripping, swelling as if even the heavens were already heavy with his seed.