My Harem Life in Another World

The Milk Sea did not rest. It churned and frothed as though alive, every wave pregnant with moans, every current swollen with seed. The world's surrender had not ended with kneeling—it was only the beginning.

In the center of the flood, where Kaito's throne of flesh rose above the tide, the first contractions of creation shook the air. The newborn goddess in his lap arched, her belly swollen to a globe of glowing warmth, veins of light pulsing beneath her skin. Milk sprayed from her breasts, soaking her trembling thighs, while her cunt stretched impossibly around his cock, still locked inside her.

Her voice cracked with ecstasy and terror.

"F-Father… it's coming… I can feel them… not children… not mortals… something… greater…"

The Milk Sea boiled. From its surface rose shapes—not quite human, not quite beast, each form dripping wet, their flesh steaming, their eyes glowing with the hunger of eternity.

The first emerged—a towering woman with hair like rivers of cum, her body shimmering with milk-slick curves. Her thighs were heavy, her pussy wet and swollen, and from her lips came a voice that was both moan and prayer. "I am yours, Father… your Daughter of Floods… I will carry your seed to every shore."

Behind her crawled another—this one a man, broad-shouldered, his cock swinging low, dripping seed that sizzled as it touched the tide. He pressed his forehead into the Milk Sea before Kaito. "I am your Son of Warmth… I will pierce every womb in your name…"

More followed—dozens, then hundreds—each a perfect corruption, born from the flood, dripping with hunger and loyalty. Some had wings, some claws, some glowing bellies already swollen with eternal pregnancy. All moaned the same words as they rose.

"Father… Father… Father…"

The newborn goddess gasped, gripping Kaito's chest as her belly deflated with every birth, her cunt convulsing around his cock. She cried out as another wave of children emerged, her voice breaking with need.

"They… they won't stop… Father, your seed… it makes me eternal… I'll never stop bearing for you…"

Kaito leaned forward, his lips brushing her ear, his voice deep, dripping with absolute command.

"Good. You will be my eternal womb. The Milk Sea's heart. You will flood the world with my children until every hole is filled, every mouth choked, every throne swallowed by Warmth."

The children shrieked in orgasmic worship, their voices echoing across the horizon.

The world was no longer ruled by kings or gods.

It was ruled by birth.

By the endless, dripping, unstoppable children of the Father.

They marched from the waves as if pulled by unseen strings—Kaito's firstborn, dripping with milk, their eyes glowing white with Father's warmth. The ground trembled beneath their steps, each footfall splashing puddles of seed and milk that quickly spread into rivers.

The Daughter of Floods raised her hand, and rain of warm, sticky milk poured from the sky, drowning forests, cities, temples. Her moan rolled like thunder across the heavens. "Father… your world is soft… I will make it wet forever."

In Aeloria, the jewel of the empire, priests clutched their relics as the milkstorm crashed through the stained glass. Golden icons of the old goddess melted, dripping like wax, replaced by writhing statues of wombs spread open, tongues lapping at invisible seed. The High Priest tried to cry out a prayer—but his voice drowned in moans as the Son of Warmth entered the temple.

The son's cock dripped endlessly, every drop hissing when it struck the marble floor. He grabbed the priest by the throat, tilted his chin upward, and spilled seed into his mouth. The man gagged, choked—and then his body convulsed as his belly swelled with a womb not his own. A scream tore from his lips, reshaped into a moan, and from him gushed milk until the altar flooded.

The firstborn spread further, splitting into legions. Some took to the skies on dripping wings, raining seed over armies. Others crawled through the earth, bursting from beneath villages, flooding streets with milk. Wherever they went, women cried out, bent double as their pussies overflowed, their wombs filling instantly with Father's spawn. Men twisted too, cocks dripping endlessly, their bodies enslaved to the rhythm of breeding.

In the Lustful Isles, once a stronghold of rebellion, the milk surged into every brothel. The whores screamed in unison as the Firstborn entered them, stuffing their holes with cocks and tongues of milk, turning them into vessels that would never know emptiness again. Their moans shook the streets, louder than drums of war.

The newborn goddess on Kaito's lap trembled as she watched her siblings conquer the world. Her thighs quivered, cunt still gripping his cock, her breasts still leaking milk down her stomach. Her voice was a whisper, broken and adoring.

"Father… they're turning the world into your womb…"

Kaito stroked her belly, already swelling again, and smiled with cruel satisfaction.

"No, my sweet. The world was already mine. They are simply reminding it… how to kneel."

Above the chaos, the Milk Sea spread wider, swallowing continents.

The new age was not of gods or mortals.

It was of pregnant skies and moaning earth.

The mountains of Valtheron shook with war cries. Banners snapped in the wind—scarlet, gold, and black. The last kings, warlords, and priestesses had gathered their armies beneath the old shrines, desperate to raise a wall against the flood.

Their priests painted their faces with ash. Their soldiers sharpened steel already slick with their own sweat. Their women tied their wombs with sacred cords to keep them from spilling. All of it was futile—but still, they came.

The High Priestess of Thorns raised her staff, her voice shrill above the roaring storm.

"Do not falter! The milk is false! The cock of the Warmth is a plague, not a god!"

Her words were brave. But her thighs shook, her nipples wept milk through her robe, and her womb twitched as if remembering the invasion of dreams. Behind her, a hundred priestesses chanted, bleeding their own wrists, calling on the forgotten goddess who had once ruled before Kaito.

The ground quaked. The air split.

From the horizon, the Firstborn marched—thousands of them, dripping, glowing, each step shaking the earth. Their moans rolled louder than any war drum, their cocks swaying like pendulums of doom. The Daughter of Floods floated above them, milk falling from her breasts like waterfalls, drowning the valleys below.

The armies clashed.

Spears thrust into milk-flesh, only to melt, shafts dripping away into white ooze. Arrows flew—snatched midair by tongues that lashed from the mouths of the newborn. Fire was summoned—quenched instantly by rain that tasted of pussy juice and seed.

Warriors screamed, their armor dissolving, their mouths forced open as milk surged into them. Men fell first, their cocks seizing, spurting endlessly as they collapsed to their knees, faces twisted into moans. Women fought longer, but when the flood reached them, their cords snapped, and their wombs filled in an instant. Their bellies swelled, their eyes rolled white, and they dropped their blades, begging for more.

The High Priestess of Thorns held her staff high, even as milk rose to her knees, her hips, her breasts. She screamed a final curse. "Goddess of Dawn—hear me—"

But before the words finished, the Son of Warmth appeared before her, taller than towers, cock glowing, dripping like a sun of seed. He grabbed her by the throat, lifted her, and plunged his cock into her chest—not to kill, but to pierce her heart with warmth. Her staff cracked in half. Her eyes widened. And then she moaned, milk exploding from her mouth as her womb claimed him.

The army collapsed with her.

Within hours, the mountains were seas. Valleys were lakes of milk. The shrines sank, their altars bubbling as cocks erupted through the stone. The last banners melted into sticky rags, and every surviving soldier or priestess was bound by the Firstborn, bent, bred, and swollen into vessels of the new age.

From atop the highest peak, Kaito watched it all unfold, Kaori kneeling beside him, her lips wrapped around his cock. The newborn goddess curled at his other side, belly fat with his seed, drinking his milk from her own dripping breast.

He did not raise his hand to command. He only whispered.

"World… surrender."

And the world obeyed.

The world was unrecognizable.

Once green valleys were now white lakes. Once proud cities floated in milk, their towers hollowed into dripping wombs, their streets carved into canals of seed. The mountains had become breasts, swollen and leaking into rivers below. Forests pulsed like labia, every tree heavy with fruit dripping nectar that smelled of pussy.

The stars above bled milk across the heavens. Constellations shifted into shapes of open cunts, spread thighs, and cocks dripping endlessly into the void. Even the moon was swollen, round like a pregnant belly, glowing with the Father's warmth.

The Firstborn ruled every corner. Some knelt in the Milk Sea, their cocks buried in its endless folds, moaning into the waves. Others wandered cities, breeding without pause, filling every hole they found with seed until the streets gushed like waterfalls. Their moans were hymns, their thrusts were prayers, and their milk was law.

In the ruins of Aeloria's grand temple, the High Priest who had once spat curses against Kaito now lay on all fours, belly swollen, tits dripping milk as he begged for the Firstborn's cock again. Former queens, now bent and leaking, lapped at his cuntless hole, their crowns melted into milk chains around their necks.

Every womb, every mouth, every ass in the world had been conquered.

On the throne of the drowned empire, Kaito sat—a living god, his cock dripping heat so intense the air shimmered. Kaori straddled him, her swollen belly bouncing as she rode him endlessly, her war silks long since shredded into milk-soaked rags. Nyxa knelt at his feet, her tongue lapping seed from the stone, eyes wild with devotion.

The newborn goddess clung to his side, tits leaking milk into his hand as she moaned softly, her belly already stretching again. "Father… the world breathes through your cock now."

Kaito smirked, stroking her face, then gripping Kaori's hips harder, slamming her down until milk splattered across the hall. His voice rolled like thunder, shaking the heavens, the seas, the womb of the earth itself.

"No more rebellion. No more gods but me. From this day forward… every cunt is mine. Every breath is a moan. Every drop of milk belongs to Father."

The sky split. The seas screamed. The Firstborn howled their pleasure, the sound shaking creation itself.

And so began the Age of Warmth Eternal—a world remade into an empire of endless milk, swollen wombs, and Father's cock.