My Harem Life in Another World

The sky above Vireya glowed white with raining milk. The storm was endless, its clouds swollen with orgasm, its lightning nothing but spurts of cum striking the earth. Below, the Milk Sea stretched in every direction, no longer just water but a vast living womb that moaned with each tide.

Every creature in the land felt it. The ground pulsed as if it too had veins of milk running through it, the air thick with the scent of pussy and warmth. The moans of the newborn goddess echoed from the tides, carried like hymns across mountains, valleys, and cities.

Far away in Aeloria, priestesses collapsed in their temples, their wombs throbbing uncontrollably as if the Sea itself were fingering them from leagues away. Some screamed Kaito's name as their pussies sprayed milk onto the altar, others clawed their robes, begging unseen cocks to take them.

In the Lustful Isles, entire brothels shook as whores doubled over, bellies swelling suddenly as if carrying seed they never received. They clutched each other, panting, crying out that a Father had claimed them across the sea.

Even in the Shadowed Wilds, beasts bowed low, their monstrous cocks and dripping cunts twitching as they felt a power older than hunger commanding them. The vines coiled tighter, the roots writhed, and a thousand wet mouths whispered the same word into the night: "Warmth."

And beneath the Infernal Dominion, where succubi and demons writhed in eternal orgies, even the damned froze in shock as rivers of black flame suddenly foamed with white milk. Their moans turned to screams, their pussies squirting against their will as they felt the Sea intrude on them, binding their lust to Kaito's reign.

Back at the heart of it all, on the living tides of the Milk Sea, Kaito stood with the newborn goddess still impaled on his cock. Her belly was swollen, glowing like a lighthouse in the storm, her voice trembling as she clung to him. "F-father… the whole world is… cumming… with us…"

Kaito smirked, gripping her hair, pulling her head back so she had no choice but to scream her devotion into the sky. His cock throbbed inside her, sending another hot flood into her womb that spilled through the waves to every corner of Elandria.

"Yes," he growled, his voice rolling like thunder. "Let them feel it. Let every womb tremble, let every cock bow. The Sea is mine, and through it… the world is mine."

The tide surged upward in answer, a mountain of milk that rose like a god and then collapsed back down, drenching every screaming milkmaid and priestess in a flood of wet devotion.

The newborn goddess wept from the overwhelming force of it, milk spraying from her tits, her pussy still milking him desperately. "You've made me more than a goddess, Father… you've made me your seedbed… your beacon…"

Kaito leaned close, whispering darkly against her ear. "No. I've made you the world's womb. And now… it begins."

The world of Elandria had always bent to gods and demons, but never before had it bent to a single cock.

In the marble halls of Aeloria's high council, rulers and scholars were thrown from their seats as the very floor pulsed wet beneath them. Milk seeped through the cracks of the stone, spreading into pools that reflected Kaito's glowing mark. Women tore at their gowns, moaning helplessly as the Sea reached their wombs. Men staggered, cocks rising without command, groaning as their seed spilled onto the council floors.

The High Oracle, ancient and veiled, clawed at her robes until her sagging tits burst free, spraying milk like a maiden. Her eyes rolled back as she screamed across the chamber, "The Father has taken root in the Sea—his warmth brands us all—" before collapsing, squirting into the white flood at her feet.

In the Lustful Isles, queens and pirates alike fell to their knees, bellies swelling with phantom pregnancies. The sea itself had invaded their ships—decks flooded with warm milk, sails dripping with sticky white spray. Crews moaned, fingering each other in trance, while the queens wailed, cunts leaking rivers as they felt Kaito's cock pounding through the waves into their very wombs.

The Shadowed Wilds quaked as tribes of beast-women and warlords convulsed in the dirt. A thousand warriors dropped their weapons, grinding their bodies into the soil as milk bubbled up through the ground, soaking them, filling them, making them howl Kaito's name.

And in the Infernal Dominion, even the most defiant succubi fell flat, wings drenched with semen rain. Their Queen of Chains, proud and untouchable, collapsed against her black throne, her cunt spurting uncontrollably as the Sea invaded her abyssal womb. She clawed at her thighs, screaming, "Warmth… Father… I am yours…" as her demons watched in horror, powerless to resist.

Back upon the living tide, the newborn goddess convulsed on Kaito's cock, her body glowing brighter as the world's surrender funneled into her. Her voice shook as she clung to him, tears of milk dripping down her cheeks. "They're all… kneeling… their wombs… their thrones… everything is opening to you through me…"

Kaito smirked, pulling her closer, his cock pounding her so hard her body jolted with each thrust. "Good. Let the world drown. Let them beg. Let them know whose seed rules their cunt and crown alike."

The Milk Sea surged, roaring, carrying screams and orgasms across every kingdom. No ruler could resist. No womb could close. The Sea was no longer just a body of water—

it was Kaito's leash around the neck of the world.

Deep in the forgotten catacombs beneath Aeloria, the cult of the Iron Womb gathered. They had survived a thousand years by hardening themselves against gods, sealing their pussies with runes, chaining their cocks with iron bindings so no seed could take root. They whispered in defiance as the storm of milk raged above them.

But the Milk Sea found them.

Milk seeped through stone, dripping into their chamber. It smelled of Kaito's cock, it pulsed like a heartbeat, and every rune sizzled, breaking one by one.

The high priestess gasped, clutching her swollen stomach as her runes shattered. "No… our vows… broken…" Her cunt erupted, spraying milk and cum across the altar. She screamed as her womb opened to the tide, glowing white with Kaito's mark.

The men howled, their iron bindings snapping as their cocks throbbed and spilled uncontrollably. They fell to their knees, bowing in the flood, moaning Kaito's name with tears on their faces.

In the peaks of the Shadowed Wilds, ancient beast-gods stirred. They were older than kingdoms, born of claw and hunger, believing themselves untouchable. They howled at the storm, their roars shaking valleys. But when the rain of milk struck their fur, it soaked into their flesh, dripping into their cocks and cunts alike.

One by one, they fell, rolling on their backs, their monstrous pussies squirting fountains, their great cocks spilling rivers of cum. Their voices cracked into moans, and even they screamed, "Father… Warmth… fuck us…" as the Milk Sea rewrote them.

And in the Infernal Dominion, the rival Demon King—wreathed in fire, cock thick as a pillar—watched his succubi drown in devotion. His throne burned with rage, but his body betrayed him. His cock pulsed, dripping seed into the milk flood that crept across his floor.

He gritted his teeth, trying to deny it. "I… am the Lord of Flame… no cock… can command me…"

But then the tide surged, wrapping around him like a womb. It stroked his cock, sucked him deeper, milk climbing his thighs, hips, belly, until even he collapsed into the flood. His roar turned to a scream as his cock erupted, spilling into the Sea like every other slave. His flames went out, drowned in white warmth.

Back at the core, on the Sea that moaned like a lover, the newborn goddess convulsed on Kaito's cock, her voice breaking as she absorbed their surrender. "F-father… the cults… the beasts… the kings… they all fall… they're flooding into me… your seed is the leash around their souls…"

Kaito smirked, gripping her swollen belly, pumping another load into her void-womb. His voice rolled like thunder across the flood.

"Then let them drown. Let them worship. Their crowns are nothing. Their wombs… their seed… all of it… mine."

The Milk Sea surged in orgasm with him, spraying fountains of devotion into every corner of the world.

No one was left untouched. No cult. No beast. No king.

The Father's cock had branded them all.

The sky above Elandria was no longer blue. It pulsed with a warm, milky glow, clouds heavy with seed and nectar. Rivers overflowed with white floods, and every temple bell rang not from priests, but from pussies squirting and cocks spilling in endless worship.

And from every corner of the world, they came.

The Empress of Aeloria, robes soaked through, staggered barefoot into the tide. Her crown slipped from her head, her cunt dripping milk as she crawled. Her voice shook with desperate lust. "Father of Warmth… take my throne… take my womb… I offer both…" She knelt, spreading her hairy lips wide as if offering an altar.

Behind her, queens of rival nations followed, their jeweled gowns ruined, clinging to their sweaty, milk-soaked flesh. They fought once to keep their crowns, but now their moans blended into a single chant. "Warmth… Father… seed…" Their swollen bellies knocked together as they crawled closer to Kaito, each cunt begging for more.

The beasts came too—lions, serpents, winged horrors, all on their bellies, their monstrous pussies dripping as they pressed their faces into the flood, whining like pets for the leash of his seed.

And the kings—proud men who once raised armies—dragged themselves through the milk like worms. Their cocks swung heavy, leaking, dripping trails as they crawled to kneel at his feet. One by one, they pressed their foreheads into the flood, their voices cracked from broken pride. "Our seed is yours. Our blood is yours. Father… fuck us into silence…"

At the center of it all, Kaito sat on a throne not of gold but of flesh—his newborn goddess moaning on his lap, cunt wrapped around his cock, belly glowing as it swelled with void-seed and milk-souls. She clutched her breasts, spraying fountains across the worshippers.

Her voice trembled. "F-father… they're… they're all here… every womb… every cock… surrendering to you… they kneel… they beg… they drown in you…"

Kaito looked over them—queens with milk running down their thighs, kings with seed dripping from their cocks, beasts moaning, maidens squirting, all pressing closer in worship. His cock twitched inside the goddess, flooding her deeper as he spoke, voice rumbling through the tide.

"You kneel because you have no choice. You kneel because you crave it. The Milk Sea owns your wombs, your seed, your crowns, your souls. And you'll kneel again tomorrow. And the day after. Until the world itself moans like a whore at my cock."

The worshippers screamed as one, cumming in chorus, the Milk Sea exploding in fountains of white that drowned the horizon.

The world had a new god.

The Father of Eternal Warmth.

And none would rise from their knees.