My Harem Life in Another World

The abyss split wider, its folds stretched beyond reason. Milk and venom poured together, churning into a sea that frothed with prophecy. The Womb groaned, her endless cunts contracting in violent unison, forcing creation itself into labor.

From within her depths, something crowned. First a glistening head, neither cock nor cunt, but both—its skin slick with mixed seed, dripping warmth and poison in the same breath. The moans of the Womb shook the Milk Sea as the form slid free, pulled by contractions that made the Father groan and the Son howl in helpless rhythm.

Kaito staggered back, his cock still leaking warmth that the Womb drank greedily. His chest heaved, his muscles burning as he tried to hold his ground. But his eyes—golden and wide—locked on the creature forcing its way out. "No… it cannot be… not from me."

The Son laughed, seed spurting down his thigh, his monstrous cock still enslaved by the abyss. "Yes, Father! Our child—hers and ours! She has made what neither of us could alone!"

The Firstborn collapsed across the shores, clutching their bellies as phantom labor wracked them. Moans turned to screams, screams to songs, every womb in creation syncing to the Womb's contractions. Milk fountained into the air, rivers reversing their flow, mountains trembling with wetness.

Nyxa fell to her knees, her belly swelling and pulsing as if she too carried the End Child inside her. "My King… it's inside all of us! Ahhh—it's… it's breaking my womb!"

The Daughter of Floods, still impaled on spectral shafts, screamed milk into the sky. Her belly split with light, glowing as rivers burst from her navel, flooding valleys in unstoppable tides. "It's birthing through me too! Father—Son—you've doomed us all!"

The Womb's voice drowned them out, wet and commanding, each word a contraction that shook cock and cunt alike:

"Crown. Push. Birth."

And the End Child slid free.

It fell into the Milk Sea with a splash that drowned nations. Its body rose, wet and gleaming, a fusion of contradictions: skin that shifted from black to gold, a face that split into moaning cunts and snarling cocks, limbs that sprouted shafts and folds in equal measure.

Its eyes opened. One burned with Father's warmth. The other dripped with Son's venom.

When it moaned, the heavens cracked.

"Fatherrrrr… Sonnnnn…"

Every cunt in creation clenched. Every cock twitched. The air itself dripped.

The End Child had been born.

And it was already hungry.

The End Child rose dripping from the Milk Sea, every inch of its body wet with mingled warmth and venom. Its flesh pulsed like living seed, shifting between cock and cunt with each heartbeat. Where one moment a shaft jutted thick and twitching, the next a yawning slit spilled nectar, both hungering and feeding at once.

The Firstborn wailed across the shores, their wombs convulsing as if the Child's breath alone had impregnated them. Milk and seed sprayed uncontrollably, their bellies ballooning outward in grotesque rhythm. Some fell to their knees, moaning worship. Others clawed their bellies, shrieking rebellion.

The Child inhaled.

Reality bent.

Mountains softened into breasts. Rivers curdled into thick milk. The skies dripped semen in golden and black rain. Even time itself moaned, slowing to a squirt and sputter as the newborn's hunger rewrote its flow.

Kaito staggered forward, veins glowing, cock still twitching with unwanted aftershocks of seed. He roared, his voice cracking heavens. "No! This thing is not mine—it cannot be mine!"

The Child turned its split gaze upon him, one eye blazing gold, the other bleeding crimson. Its cocks swelled in unison with its cunts, all dripping as it moaned a single word:

"Fatherrrrr…"

Kaito's knees buckled. His cock spasmed, spurting a rope of seed without his will. The abyss below drank it instantly, feeding the Child further.

The Son laughed wildly, his monstrous shaft jerking as if chained to the Child's hunger. "Yes! Call him Father! Drain him until he breaks! This is your throne now, spawn—take it!"

But the Child's other eye fixed on him. Its black-veined cock lashed out like a serpent, spraying venom-seed across his chest. The Son gasped, trembling as his own cock answered, spurting wildly into the air.

Then the Child moaned again—this time a command.

"Feed me."

And the Firstborn obeyed.

Across every shore, they crawled on hands and knees, their swollen bellies dragging in the milk as they moaned and spread themselves wide. Their cunts dripped rivers, their asses gaped, their throats opened. Phantom shafts sprouted from the sea, guiding them toward the Child's dripping form.

Nyxa collapsed on her back, legs spread, cunt squirting in surrender. Her voice shook as she screamed: "My King—it's inside my womb—I can feel it sucking me dry!"

The Daughter of Floods howled, milk bursting from her breasts like geysers as rivers of foam poured into the Child's waiting mouth. "It's feeding through me—it's drinking the world!"

Kaito clenched his fists, fire blazing across his skin, but even he felt his cock betray him, twitching toward the Child like a slave.

The End Child moaned, louder now, a sound that echoed like a climax stretched across eternity.

"More…"

The End Child's moan rippled through the Milk Sea, a wet command that no cock or womb could resist. Its limbs writhed, splitting into tendrils of cock and cunt, each dripping with seed and nectar, each grasping for flesh to feed upon.

Kaito stood firm only for a moment. His golden fire flared, his veins burning with the defiance of a god who had remade empires with a single thrust. Yet the pull of the Child's hunger dragged at him like a tide. His cock—thick, veined, leaking heat—throbbed and twitched as if no longer his own.

The Child's tendrils wrapped around it.

A cunt-mouth opened at the tip, swallowing his shaft whole in one wet glurp. The suction was unbearable, milking him instantly, forcing a spurt of warmth so thick it made the Milk Sea bubble. Kaito roared, his body arching, trying to wrench free. "You dare—feed on me—"

But another tendril coiled his waist, another shoved a dripping cock-mouth against his lips, forcing nectar down his throat. Every hole, every pore, every vein was invaded by hunger. His fire flared, then dimmed, as the Child drank him.

The Son laughed at first, his monstrous cock jerking eagerly as tendrils of cunt wrapped around it. He thrust willingly, groaning, seed spraying into the abyss. "Yes! Take me, my spawn—milk me dry, I was made for this!"

But the feeding did not stop.

His cock was swallowed to the base, veins bulging, black seed sucked from him so hard his back bent in agony. Tendrils split his chest, burrowing into his nipples, his throat, even his eyes, drinking venom straight from the core of his being. He tried to moan but choked, seed spraying endlessly from his gaping cock.

The Child fed on both—drinking warmth and venom together, swelling with their essence. Its belly distended, glowing with shifting light and shadow, every pulse birthing new moans from its countless cunt-mouths.

The Firstborn writhed in worship, bellies bursting with phantom pregnancies as milk fountained from their breasts. Nyxa screamed, her womb convulsing as if the Child had reached inside her, pulling seed and milk from her without touching her. "It's eating my soul through my pussy—I can't stop cumming!"

The Daughter of Floods clawed at her body, rivers pouring from her cunt as the tides rose around her. "It's drinking me through the sea itself—Father, you can't fight it!"

Kaito snarled, veins glowing white-hot even as his cock spasmed uncontrollably. "I—am—not—food!" His roar split the heavens, seed blasting from him in molten floods. But the Child only drank faster, moaning louder, its tendrils milking him until his strength trembled.

The Son's laughter broke into screams. His cock sputtered, drained beyond endurance, yet the Child refused to release him. "M-mother—ahhh—enough—I'm—empty—"

But the Child's voice silenced all.

"More."

And in that single word, Father and Son both knew: this feeding would not end until the Child had consumed them whole.

The Child's hunger was endless. Its tendrils writhed like serpents of living cunt and cock, dragging both Father and Son deeper into its feeding womb.

Kaito's golden fire flickered, dimming as his seed poured into the abyss. Every spurt was stolen, swallowed, made alien the moment it entered the Child's belly. His muscles clenched, cock jerking uncontrollably, hips bucking as if he were no longer master of his own lust. "Damn you… I won't… be drained!" he roared, but the roar broke into a guttural moan as another forced orgasm ripped through him.

The Son fared worse. His body was already breaking apart, seed siphoned from marrow, venom milked from his veins. His cock twitched pathetically inside the Child's sucking cunt-mouth, each spasm smaller, weaker, yet the draining never stopped. His eyes rolled back, foam at his lips. "It's… eating me alive… Mother—help—ahhh!"

The Child pulsed with their essence, growing vast, its skin shimmering with both light and shadow. Each heartbeat birthed a new womb-mouth, a new cock-tendril, a new hunger. It moaned again, a sound so wet, so deep, it made even the heavens tremble.

"More. Feed me more."

The Firstborn collapsed in waves, writhing with wombs that could not stop cumming. Their bellies swelled unnaturally, as though they carried the Child inside them too. Milk sprayed, flooding the sea, the sky, the very air.

Nyxa screamed as her body bent backward, cunt spasming, juices pouring in rivers. "It's inside me—sucking me dry from the inside—I can't stop! Kaito—if you fall, we all belong to it!"

The Daughter of Floods thrashed in the waves, her waters betraying her. "The sea—it's no longer mine—the Child has claimed it!"

Kaito's teeth bared, his body trembling, cock still spurting against his will. He could feel his godhood slipping, stolen orgasm by orgasm, turned into the Child's fuel. For the first time since becoming Eternal Warmth—he felt fear.

The Son's scream split the sky. His cock erupted in a final, endless torrent, his body sagging like a husk. "MOTHER—IT'S GOING TO END ME!"

The Child laughed, a sound like wet sucking, like moans echoing from a thousand wombs. "Yes. I end all. Father. Son. All feed me."

But in that moment of despair, their eyes locked—Father and Son, rivals, opposites, bound by the same doom. And for the first time, they moved not against each other, but together.

Kaito's fire flared, white-gold, even as seed poured from him. The Son's venom boiled black, searing, even as his body collapsed. They forced their essence outward—not as food, but as attack—thrusting their powers directly into the Child's feeding womb.

The sea exploded. The sky cracked. The Child's moan became a scream, not of hunger—but of pain.

For the first time, the End Child faltered.