My Harem Life in Another World

The world split in half when Father and Son struck together.

The Child's womb-mouths shrieked as golden flame and black venom tore through them, searing its endless hunger. Its tendrils flailed wildly, dripping seed, milk, and blood, splattering across the skies of the Wet Empire like falling comets. Each strike from Kaito and the Son burned not as food, but as poison—their stolen essences turned against the Child itself.

The Firstborn gasped as the pull lessened, if only for a heartbeat. Nyxa fell to her knees in the surf, her womb still gaping wide, juices pouring down her thighs. "They hurt it… gods, they actually hurt it…"

The Daughter of Floods clutched her breasts, milk gushing between her fingers, eyes wide in awe. "No one… nothing… has ever made the End bleed…"

The Child screamed again, its voice shaking the ocean. Its enormous form writhed, wombs splitting open, birthing waves of corrupted offspring—half-formed shapes with mouths like dripping cunts and cocks like writhing serpents. They tumbled into the sea, each one crying for Father's seed, for Son's venom, for more life to devour.

Kaito's chest heaved, fire boiling around him as his cock still leaked unwillingly. His body trembled between exhaustion and fury. "You will not… take me… not while I breathe!" His golden eyes locked on the Son, no longer with hatred, but with a grim, furious bond.

The Son staggered, his body barely holding shape, but his laugh was venom itself. "Heh… Father… for once… we agree…" His cock dripped black seed that steamed when it hit the water, venomous and raw, yet he gritted his teeth and forced it into power instead of surrender.

They raised their hands in unison, fire and venom twisting together into a spiraling spear that hissed with divine heat. The air boiled, the sea screamed, and the Child's vast womb-body recoiled as if it felt, for the first time, something more dangerous than hunger—denial.

"Together!" Kaito roared, his voice carrying across heaven and sea.

"Together!" the Son spat, lips curled in feral defiance.

The spear of fused essence slammed into the Child's core, bursting through one of its great central wombs. A geyser of blood, milk, and corrupted semen erupted, spraying across the sea like a storm of creation's filth. The Child's moan shattered into a shriek of rage, echoing through every Firstborn womb.

The world shook. The wet empire trembled. And for the first time, the End Child bled.

The sea turned black with birth.

From the gaping wound torn into the Child's titanic body, countless spawn spilled forth—each a hideous reflection of creation's hunger. Some slithered with cocks for arms, others with wombs yawning as mouths, drooling milk and blood. They hissed and moaned, their voices overlapping into a single chant:

"Feed… feed… Father's fire… Son's venom… give us more…"

They fell upon the Wet Empire like a storm of living corruption. Shorelines flooded with their bodies as they crawled over each other, spilling into cities, temples, and palaces. The screams of mortals mixed with the shrieks of pleasure-hunger as Firstborn wombs and human wombs alike were clawed open, seeded, drenched. Every surface became wet, slippery, alive with the spawn's assault.

Kaito's teeth ground together as his golden aura burned hot enough to vaporize the nearest broodlings, but still they came, endless and wet, climbing over his fire like maggots through flame. His cock stiffened against his will, dripping heat as every moan from the spawn dragged at his instincts. "Damn it—they're trying to drown me in lust…"

The Son was already knee-deep in them, black venom slicing through their bodies like acid. Yet every cut only seemed to make more. Their wombs split and poured new spawn, their cocks erupted with black milk, their mouths latched onto him, moaning with voices both feminine and infantile. His face twisted in rage. "They… multiply from my venom…"

Above them, the Child's wound pulsed, wet and glistening, birthing more with every heartbeat. Its shriek now was no longer just rage—it was pleasure twisted into despair. The thing liked the pain, and it was using it to flood the world.

The Daughter of Floods, standing at the temple's broken gate, screamed as her belly swelled from a spawn forcing its way inside. Milk exploded from her tits, spraying across the stones. She begged, not for release, but for Father's fire. "Kaito! Burn me! Burn us all before it's too late!"

The Firstborn sisters writhed, their wombs glowing, torn between devotion and corruption as spawn clawed at them, drooling hunger. Nyxa herself slashed with her nails, her body soaked in semen and blood, but her voice broke with dread. "It's… it's turning our wombs into gates! Every hole we have becomes another mouth for it!"

The Child's voice, wet and endless, dripped across the skies:

"Fatherrr… Sonnn… bleed for me… seed me… let me fill the world with our kin…"

And then the ocean rose, not as water, but as flesh—a wall of living wombs, tendrils, and dripping cocks, crashing down upon Father and Son like the end of breath itself.

The sea of flesh collapsed upon them.

Spawn clung to Kaito's limbs, their pussies sucking greedily, their mouths latching onto his nipples, his cock, his throat. He burned, roaring fire through his skin, but every flame only birthed more of them, their dripping wombs splitting open to release new shrieking forms. His golden cock stood like a beacon, throbbing despite his fury, and the spawn wailed for it like starving babes.

The Son fared no better. His venom dripped in black rivers, dissolving dozens at once, yet every drop that touched them became food, swelling their wombs, making their breasts gush milk until they burst into even more brood. His chest heaved, his body trembling between power and collapse. "We… can't… fight them all…"

Kaito's eyes burned, fierce and unyielding. He grabbed the Son's arm, searing hot even through the chaos. "Then we don't fight them here. We strike deeper."

The Son's venomous grin cracked through his exhaustion. "Hah… into the wound itself. Mad… but maybe the only way."

With a thunderous roar, Kaito ignited a golden blaze around them, burning a sphere of breathing space. Spawn shrieked and melted, but the fire was already dimming from the endless assault. Together, they hurled themselves upward, through the swarm, toward the gaping, bleeding womb torn into the Child's massive body.

The wound yawned before them like the mouth of an endless cave, blood and milk pouring in rivers. Its walls flexed, wet and alive, muscles rippling as if eager to swallow them whole. From within, the sound of beating hearts thundered like war drums, each pulse birthing new horrors into the world.

As they entered, the stench of raw creation nearly crushed them. Flesh pressed in from every side, slick and hot, the walls throbbing like the inside of a womb. Tendrils lashed, wet and hungry, trying to bind them, to pull their seed and venom out before they could strike.

The Son spat, venom sizzling through the walls, but they only closed again, tighter, wetter. "It's… healing itself around us!"

Kaito roared, his flame surging brighter, his cock glowing like a brand. "Then we carve a path to its heart!"

Their voices rose together, fury against hunger, as they plunged deeper into the Child's body. Behind them, the spawn screamed and moaned, pouring into the wound after them. Before them, the darkness pulsed with a single vast heartbeat—the core of the End Child, waiting.

The tunnel of flesh tightened around them the deeper they went, pulsing like a throat trying to choke them into silence. Blood and milk rained in steaming torrents, coating their skin until they glistened as if reborn inside a womb too vast to name. The moans of the spawn echoed behind them, endless, crawling closer with every heartbeat.

And then—silence.

They broke into a chamber so vast it felt infinite.

At its center throbbed the Child's heart. Not a simple organ, but a monstrous womb-heart, swollen, veined, and translucent. Within it, shapes floated—fetuses of unformed gods, each with too many eyes, too many mouths, pussies and cocks sprouting like tumors, all pressing against the membrane as if eager to claw their way out. The heart's pulse shook the entire chamber, each beat releasing a ripple of milk and venom that made the very air taste of sex and poison.

The Son staggered, sweat and venom dripping from his face. "If these things are born… the cycle won't just repeat—it'll drown everything."

Kaito's gaze burned golden, his cock rigid with the fire of fury and lust. "Then we end it here. At the source."

The womb-heart shuddered, as if hearing them. Its membrane split open like a cunt parting for penetration, a flood of milk and blood spilling across the chamber floor. From the slit, tendrils lashed out, slick and pulsating, gripping at Kaito's arms, the Son's throat, dragging them toward its opening.

The Son hissed, venom spraying, dissolving tendrils only for more to surge forward. "It wants to… fuck us into itself… make us seed for its spawn!"

Kaito snarled, his flame erupting across his body, a blazing storm that seared every tendril it touched. Still, the womb-heart did not relent. It pulsed harder, faster, its cries echoing like a chorus of mothers in labor, birthing eternity with every scream.

He pressed his forehead to the Son's, their breaths ragged, their bodies slick with sweat and blood. "Together."

The Son smirked, even as venom spilled from the corners of his mouth. "Together."

They thrust forward as one—fire and venom intertwining. Kaito's golden blaze wrapped the Son's black venom, forging a spear of impossible brilliance, light and rot bound in one furious surge. They plunged it into the open slit of the womb-heart.

The chamber screamed.

The spawn behind them shrieked in unison, collapsing into puddles of flesh and milk as the womb-heart convulsed. Its membrane tore, birthing a flood of light and shadow, milk and venom bursting outward in a storm. Every unformed god fetus writhed, then disintegrated, their cries cut short as they dissolved into nothing.

The heart cracked, its massive body collapsing in on itself. The entire Child shuddered, its colossal form outside trembling as though struck with death. The wound around them began to close, trying to seal them inside.

Kaito held the Son tight, his flames roaring even brighter. "We've cut its heart. Now we burn the wound shut!"

The Son spat his venom into the fissures, black fire sizzling into the flesh. Together, they forged destruction and seal, ending what should never have been born.

The chamber collapsed.

The Child's roar shook the seas, shaking heaven and earth. And then—it fell silent.