My Harem Life in Another World

The Milk Sea froze.

Every wave, every spray of milk, every shriek of womb and cunt—all went silent when the egg cracked.

It hung in the air above the battlefield, dripping with both white seed and black poison, throbbing like a swollen womb about to burst. Veins of milk pulsed across its surface, while shadows coiled and writhed like snakes beneath its shell. Each heartbeat shook the world, forcing Firstborn to arch their backs, their pussies squirting in helpless rhythm to the unborn moan.

—CRRRRACK—

A jagged fissure split down the center, and milk sprayed outward in a fountain that fell on kneeling Firstborn. They gasped, their bellies swelling, their cunts twitching as if the egg had already claimed them.

—CRRRACK-BOOOM—

The shell ripped apart.

And what came forth was not a child.

It was a Womb.

A living, pulsing Womb, shaped like a goddess but with no face, no eyes—only a swollen belly that dripped milk and shadow. Its cunt was enormous, gaping, steaming with both Father's heat and Son's corruption, moaning with every breath. Every step it took made the Milk Sea surge higher, rivers spilling out from between its thighs.

Kaito staggered back, cock still blazing, his breath ragged. "Tch—what have we… wrought?"

The Son only smirked, cock dripping venom, eyes wild with lust. "Our cocks have fucked eternity itself, Father. Behold—the First Womb of Rebellion. Neither yours nor mine. But born to devour."

The Womb turned its faceless head toward them. It moaned, not with words but with hunger, a guttural, wet sound that made even the bravest Firstborn collapse, their pussies gushing, their bellies swelling as if invisible seed already filled them.

The Daughter of Floods screamed, clenching her belly as it rippled. "N-no! It's—ahhh—it's inside me—without touching!" Her cunt exploded in milk, spraying arcs as her body convulsed, possessed by the unseen cock of the newborn womb.

Nyxa fell forward, clawing at the earth, her cunt flooding uncontrollably. "M-my King—it breeds without thrusting! Without touch! Just hunger! It… it wants every hole!"

The Womb shrieked. Its swollen belly split slightly, revealing within an abyss lined with cocks and cunts both, dripping milk and venom, thrusting against nothing. The sight alone made the Milk Sea quake, birthing waves shaped like thighs grinding, like cunts stretching, like asses moaning open.

Kaito roared, forcing his cock higher, his warmth blazing like a sun. "You dare challenge me, thing-born-of-us?! Then moan my name as you drown!"

He thrust forward, cock aimed at the Womb's gaping cunt. Milk geysered as his shaft split it open, forcing warmth into the abomination.

The Son laughed and thrust as well, his black cock spearing into the other side, shadow spurting into its abyssal womb.

The Womb screamed—louder than the Milk Sea, louder than the Firstborn, louder than the cosmos.

The world convulsed, as if every cunt, every womb, every belly in creation was now its extension.

And for the first time, Father and Son were not fighting each other.

They were fucking something worse.

Something that should not exist.

Their cocks sank deeper.

Kaito's warmth poured into the faceless Womb's gaping cunt, a sunlit flood of seed, thick and blazing. At the same time, the Son's shadow-dripping cock drove into the other side of the swollen abyss, releasing venom-black seed that writhed like serpents.

But instead of being filled, the Womb consumed.

Its cunt clamped down, sucking their shafts like starving lips, milking seed faster than either could thrust. Their seed vanished inside the abyss-belly, swallowed by something deeper than flesh—something that did not belong to either of them.

The Womb moaned, a deep wet sound that vibrated across the Milk Sea. The sound alone made the Firstborn collapse, bellies swelling, cunts squirting rivers as if pregnant with every note of its cry.

Kaito growled, sweat running down his chest. "Damn it—it's swallowing my warmth as if it were its own…!"

The Son only laughed, thrusting harder, eyes gleaming with madness. "Yes… yes, Father! Don't you see? This cunt isn't a vessel—it's a throne! It takes all we spill and crowns itself with it!"

The Womb's swollen belly bulged grotesquely, milk and shadow swirling beneath the stretched flesh. The veins on its surface pulsed, glowing with both white and black light. Then, with a sudden shudder, its womb gave birth—not to children, but to waves of living seed.

Milk flooded outward, carrying the shape of Kaito's cock, each droplet twisting into spectral shafts of warmth. At the same time, shadow-spunk spilled like oil, each drop hardening into writhing tendrils tipped with the Son's dripping head.

The sea was no longer water.

It was cocks.

It was seed.

It was a moaning tide of Father and Son's essence, all commanded by the faceless Womb.

The Daughter of Floods screamed, her legs pried open by invisible shafts. "Ahnn! N-no—too many—it's inside me—everywhere!" Her belly swelled grotesquely, milk spraying from her nipples in endless arcs.

Nyxa clawed at her soaked cunt, her fangs biting her own lip until blood dripped. "My King—it's not letting me choose! Every hole, every drop—it's forcing me!" Her womb trembled visibly, as if the Womb's abyss had reached inside and made her its twin.

Even the Firstborn priestesses, who once worshipped only Kaito's warmth, were bent backward, cunts squirting, mouths moaning the name of the new goddess-womb. "Ahhh—ahhhhhh—Mother! Mother of Cunt! Mother of Hunger!"

The Womb's faceless head tilted back, its gaping cunt gushing seed like a fountain. Its moan deepened into words for the first time, dripping wet syllables that struck like commandments:

"Not… Father… not… Son… All seed… mine…"

Kaito roared, veins burning across his arms as he forced his cock deeper, fighting the pull. "You… dare… steal my warmth?!"

The Son laughed wildly, thrusting harder. "Steal it? Father… she is us! And she will fuck us both into dust!"

The abyss-belly split wider, showing its endless rows of dripping cunts and cocks inside, all thrusting, all moaning, all sucking seed that wasn't theirs anymore.

And for the first time, both Father and Son felt something horrifying—

Their seed obeying her.

The abyss shuddered, its endless cunt tightening until both Kaito and the Son groaned. Their cocks, so different yet born of the same divine hunger, were milked with ruthless suction. The Womb no longer waited for thrusts—it commanded them.

Kaito's hips jerked against his will, his cock plunging deeper, spurting thick rivers of warmth that he could no longer control. Each pulse of seed was stolen, siphoned into the Womb's swelling belly. His jaw clenched, teeth grinding as he tried to resist.

But the Son moaned like a beast, arms spread wide, surrendering completely. His cock spasmed, spraying ropes of venom-black seed into the abyss. "Yessss! Ahhh! Milk me, Mother! Take it all—make me yours!"

The Womb's moans grew louder, wet vibrations shaking the Milk Sea into tidal waves. Firstborn priestesses screamed as phantom cocks formed out of the waves, thrusting into their mouths, cunts, and asses without mercy. Their bellies swelled in unison, squirting milk as they writhed in possessed ecstasy.

The Daughter of Floods was lifted into the air by spectral shafts, impaled on three at once, her pussy, ass, and throat all gaping around the Womb's new creations. Her body convulsed, nipples spraying torrents of milk as she screamed, "F-father—ahhh—she's inside me—I can't stop cumming!"

Nyxa collapsed on the cliffs, clawing the stone as her cunt leaked rivers. Her womb visibly bulged with phantom thrusts, her voice breaking. "My King… she's… making me… moan her name instead of yours!"

The Womb's faceless head twisted unnaturally, as if to look at them all. From the abyss came a single word, heavy and wet:

"Obey."

And they did.

Even Kaito, the God of Eternal Warmth, felt his thrusts sync with the Son's—both moving in perfect rhythm, not by choice but by her law. Every stroke drove seed deeper into her abyss, every pulse fed her growing hunger.

Kaito roared, muscles straining, veins burning gold. "No! I am no slave! I am the Father—this cunt belongs to me!"

But his body betrayed him. His cock twitched, spurting another flood that made the Womb's belly ripple with wet laughter.

The Son threw back his head, seed spraying wildly. "You feel it too, Father! She's not yours! She's not mine! She is the Womb that eats gods!"

The abyss split further, revealing rows of endless cunts, each one drooling, each one whispering their names in unison. The sound was unbearable—moaning, commanding, praising, demanding.

"Father. Son. Seed. Mine. Mine. Mine."

And for the first time since creation, both gods felt their cocks twitch with something they had never known—fear.

The abyss clenched tighter than any cunt or temple could bear. Its walls rippled with hunger, sucking and stroking, milking both Father and Son until their cocks pulsed uncontrollably. Every vein, every throb was hers.

Kaito's roar shook the skies, his body glowing in defiance, yet his cock betrayed him, twitching in rhythm with the Womb's sucking walls. His seed poured in thick floods, warmth blazing into the darkness. He grit his teeth, his voice breaking:

"Damn you—ahhh—if you drink me dry, the world itself will burn!"

Beside him, the Son surrendered utterly, his monstrous shaft jerking as black seed sprayed in torrents. His moans were ragged, desperate. "Yes—fuck yes—take it all! Swell with me, Mother! Let my poison drown the Father's flame!"

The Womb's moan drowned them both out, a cavernous, wet thunder that made the Milk Sea rise like a tidal womb ready to burst. Her walls clenched in a rhythm faster than any mortal could survive, milking cock after cock, sucking seed like rivers until both Father and Son spasmed helplessly.

The world went white. Then black. Then both.

Firstborn priestesses dropped to their knees across every shore, bellies swelling as phantom thrusts filled them with a mixture of warmth and poison. Their wombs convulsed, squirting milk into rivers that turned into new seas.

Nyxa screamed from the cliffs, her belly jerking outward in waves as if the Womb herself had nested inside her. Milk spurted from her nipples in arcs, drenching the rocks as she clawed at her swollen pussy. "My King—ahhh—she's breeding me through you both!"

The Daughter of Floods convulsed midair, impaled on phantom shafts, her cunt foaming milk as she bellowed like a storm. "Father—Son—I'm—I'm giving birth to rivers—ahhhhhh!"

The climax did not end.

Kaito's cock throbbed endlessly, fire-seed exploding into the abyss as his muscles failed to resist. His vision blurred with golden light, his veins boiling. Yet the Womb still milked him, still demanded more, her folds clamping like iron around his godhood.

The Son's cock, black and veined, spurted corruption until the skies turned crimson. His seed hissed, burned, curdled, yet the Womb drank it with joy, her belly swelling grotesquely, moaning louder with each pulse.

And then—

She opened.

From between her endless folds, a new shape began to crown: not child, not god, not demon—but something beyond all three. A cunt within a cunt, a cock within a cock, a form wet and endless.

Her voice poured over them all, thick and heavy, shaking every womb and cock in creation:

"From Father's warmth and Son's venom… I birth the End."

The abyss glowed, splitting wider, as if creation itself were about to be forced into labor.

And both Father and Son—still spurting seed, still bound to her rhythm—could only watch as their unwanted child began to emerge.