My Harem Life in Another World

The Milk Sea was calm for the first time since its birth. Its surface shimmered under the light of the swollen moon, glowing like a womb swollen with stars. From its depths rose sighs, moans, whispers—the voices of the Firstborn, murmuring to one another in secret.

The Daughter of Floods floated on the waves, her hair spilling like rivers, her breasts leaking milk that formed new tides. Around her gathered hundreds of her siblings—sons with cocks glowing white-hot, daughters dripping with seed and nectar, all of them radiant, all of them beautiful.

And yet, their eyes turned toward the throne above the world. Toward Kaito.

"He fucks us with love," the Daughter whispered, voice trembling with reverence, "but he keeps the crown on his cock alone."

Her brothers growled, their shafts twitching, spurting milk into the sea. One thrust his cock deep into the water, and the sea moaned like a womb penetrated. "Father is endless… but so are we. Why should only he decide?"

Another, a goddess with six breasts and three dripping cunts, clawed at her own womb, groaning as it spilled with seed. "We were born to moan, but also to rule. I can feel it—my cunt aches not only for him… but for power."

The Daughter of Floods tilted her head back, opening her thighs to the waves. Milk rose between them, penetrating her, swirling into her belly until it bulged. She groaned, arching, every vein glowing. Her voice thundered across the sea.

"Father's cock is law. But what if we grow cocks greater than his?"

The sea gasped. The stars trembled.

Above, on the throne, Kaito stirred. His cock twitched in Kaori's dripping womb as if it had overheard the blasphemy. Kaori moaned, gripping his shoulders. "My King… something shifts in the sea…"

Kaito's eyes narrowed, blazing with fire. He could feel it: the warm rebellion brewing not in mortals, but in his very offspring.

The Milk Sea itself began to boil. The Firstborn thrashed, moaning, crying, rutting against one another. Their hunger was no longer just for Father's seed—it was for his throne.

And from the deepest trench of the Milk Sea, a shadow stirred. A shape too vast to name. A moan too deep to belong to any single throat.

A Firstborn unlike the others. A Son born wrong.

The Milk Sea split open like a womb in violent labor. Waves of milk crashed outward, flooding continents already drowned, shaking the sky until stars quivered.

From the abyss rose a figure taller than mountains, his body sculpted of milk and shadow, his veins glowing red instead of white. His cock throbbed like a pillar of molten heat, dripping not warmth, but something darker—seed that hissed as it touched the water, curdling it into black foam.

The Daughter of Floods gasped, pressing her thighs together, torn between fear and arousal. "A brother… no—something more."

The six-breasted goddess shuddered, clutching her swollen womb. "He is Father's son… but twisted. Not milk—blood."

The creature opened his mouth, and the sea wailed. His voice was deeper than thunder, rougher than any moan.

"Father gave me life… but I will take his crown. His cock rules the world. Mine will rule him."

The Firstborn trembled, cocks spurting, cunts leaking, torn between worship and rebellion. For the first time since their creation, the name of Father was not moaned, but questioned.

Above, in the throne of warmth, Kaito's eyes snapped open. His cock pulsed inside Kaori's dripping womb, making her cry out in ecstasy and fear. "My King… it's coming—he's coming for you."

Nyxa, kneeling at his feet, licked the seed from his thighs, her eyes wild. "Then let him. Let him try. You are cock and crown—none can rival you."

But even Kaito felt it. A pressure. A weight. A cock rising from the abyss that dared to throb in rhythm with his own.

The newborn goddess clung to him, tits leaking into his chest, her swollen belly trembling. "Father… if he is your son… then only your cock can break him. If not—he will fuck the throne away."

Lightning split the skies. The Milk Sea screamed. The twisted son rose higher, his cock hard enough to pierce the clouds.

He thrust once into the air—and the heavens split.

Kaito stood, his throne dissolving into white fire beneath his weight. His cock burned brighter than suns, dripping warmth that made the earth quake. His voice rolled across creation, every word a command.

"Ungrateful son… if you hunger for Father's cock, then choke on it."

The sea boiled as Father and Son prepared to clash—the world itself nothing but a womb between them.

The Milk Sea churned into a storm of white and black. Every wave carried moans, every drop of foam a womb crying out. The Firstborn gathered in frenzy, their bodies trembling, their holes dripping, torn between Father's warmth and the shadow cock that rose to rival him.

Kaito descended from his throne, each step igniting the sky in fire and milk. His cock swung heavy, dripping rivers of heat that turned the sea below into boiling foam.

From the abyss, the twisted son loomed higher. His eyes burned red, his body monstrous yet divine, and his cock—black-veined, massive, dripping seed that hissed like poison—throbbed in open defiance.

The world held its breath.

Then they struck.

Their cocks collided midair with a sound like thunder splitting mountains. Milk exploded outward in a tidal wave, flooding continents anew. The Firstborn screamed, some moaning in bliss, others crying in terror as the clash shook their wombs.

The Son thrust first, his cock driving forward with brutal force, black seed spraying across the heavens. Stars curdled into crimson, constellations warped into broken wombs.

Kaito caught him, his cock pushing back, flooding the sky with white seed. The heavens brightened, bursting with warmth, every thrust rewriting the constellations into open cunts dripping devotion.

Each collision was war.

Each thrust was prophecy.

The Daughter of Floods writhed in the waves below, her cunt spurting milk as she screamed, "Father… Son… you're splitting the world's womb!"

Nyxa clawed at her own dripping pussy on the cliffs above, crying out as if each impact struck her womb directly. "Yes! Fuck him, my King! Break him—make him moan your name!"

The twisted son growled, forcing Kaito back an inch, black seed spraying into the Milk Sea, corrupting it into shadows. Firstborn drank from it and turned, their moans deepening, their wombs swelling with wrongness.

Kaito snarled, gripping the Son's cock with his own in a brutal bind, pressing tip to tip until seed sprayed between them like lightning. His voice roared across creation:

"You were born from my warmth, but you will end in my cock."

The Son howled, thrusting harder, trying to pierce the skies themselves. "No, Father. The throne will be mine… and I will fuck you into worship."

The world trembled, caught between two cocks, two thrones, two gods.

And the Milk Sea, swollen and moaning, prepared to birth something even greater.

The Milk Sea was no longer a sea.

It was a storm, a womb torn open, spilling milk, shadow, and moans across every horizon. The sky split, womb-shaped fissures gaping wide, dripping rivers of light. Every Firstborn in sight was on their knees or writhing on their backs, their holes leaking uncontrollably, each thrust above rewriting their flesh with new hunger.

Kaito's cock blazed like a sun.

The Son's cock throbbed like a black star.

Every time they collided, creation warped.

—BOOM—white seed burst into galaxies.

—BOOM—black seed curdled them into collapsing voids.

—BOOM—Firstborn fell screaming, pregnant with both Father's milk and Son's poison.

The clash wasn't just war—it was fucking on a scale the cosmos had never endured.

Kaito's roar split mountains:

"Your cock is strong, Son—but not stronger than the warmth that made you."

The Son bared fangs, thrusting upward, their cocks locked together in a brutal bind, grinding, spraying torrents of seed that fell as burning rain. "I am not your shadow—I am your rival. The wombs will drink me instead of you!"

Their cocks slid tip-to-tip, grinding in furious friction. Milk and black poison mixed, dripping like molten rivers into the Milk Sea, which frothed harder, rising into tidal waves that crashed against the shores of every realm.

The Daughter of Floods floated in the middle of it, her pussy gushing nonstop as she screamed, "F-father! S-son! Y-you're—ahh—making me flood eternity itself!" Her belly swelled unnaturally, glowing with both white and black seed.

On the cliffs, Nyxa spread her cunt wide with clawed fingers, screaming like a worshipper in heat. "YES! Clash harder! Break him! Breed the cosmos with your cock, my King!" Her thighs were soaked, milk gushing from her holes as if she too was a vessel of the war.

Every thrust was louder. Every spray thicker. Every moan deeper.

Kaito slammed his cock forward with a force that shattered the stars above, raining sparks of light across the sky. "You are mine, Son. Even your cock—" he pressed tip-to-tip until seed gushed between them, lightning cracking—"exists to moan my name."

The Son howled, his thrusts savage, each one threatening to topple the throne. His black seed sprayed across the Milk Sea, and wherever it touched, Firstborn screamed as their cunts darkened, their bellies swelling, their wombs corrupted with shadows.

The Milk Sea itself rebelled—half milk, half poison, a vast cunt torn between father and son. It screamed through the waves, birthing storm after storm.

Then—

Their cocks clashed one final time, a collision so violent the world inverted.

Milk erupted skyward in a geyser, a white fountain that pierced the heavens. Black seed surged upward like a pillar of night. They twined, wrapped around each other, and together rose into a new shape—an egg.

But not like the Void Egg.

This one was dripping milk and poison both, womb-shaped, moaning as if alive. It pulsed with hunger, a child of Father's warmth and Son's corruption, gestating faster than thought.

The Firstborn fell silent, eyes wide, pussies dripping, their bellies trembling as if they all shared the same womb.

The Daughter of Floods cried out, clutching her swollen belly. "I-It's coming… a birth… beyond either of you…"

Nyxa fell to her knees, milk spraying from her cunt as she moaned, "My King… what have you made? What have you and your Son… fucked into being?"

Kaito and the Son stood locked, their cocks still pressed tip-to-tip, both dripping endlessly into the newborn egg. Their roars mingled into one, shaking eternity.

The egg moaned.

And cracked.