My Harem Life in Another World

The world shuddered.

The Child's massive body convulsed, its scream stretching across land and sea until mountains split and rivers boiled. The wound collapsed inward, crushing bone and flesh into a spiral of ruin. Kaito and the Son were caught in the collapsing chamber, their bodies hurled against living walls slick with blood, milk, and venom.

Yet amid the collapse, Kaito burned brighter.

His golden fire didn't flicker—it expanded. It filled the chamber, devouring darkness, spreading through veins and arteries like molten light. The Child's body, once endless, now burned from within, every nerve lit aflame by his presence.

The Son staggered, venom dripping from his mouth as he clung to Kaito's shoulder. "You… you're not just sealing it… you're becoming something else."

Kaito's chest heaved, each breath hotter, heavier. His cock pulsed with the same rhythm as the collapsing heart, his seed boiling inside him like molten creation. His eyes blazed not only with fire—but with milk, venom, and the lingering shadow of the First Goddess. He was no longer singular. He was many.

The Child's inner walls screamed as they closed, tendrils snapping in desperation to keep him inside. But every lash that touched him caught fire, disintegrating into ash before it could pull him down.

He roared, voice shaking the womb around them.

"I am no one's seed. I am no one's child. I AM THE FLAME THAT BURNS THE WOMB ITSELF."

The chamber tore apart. His fire erupted outward in a colossal explosion, golden flames twisting with black venom, igniting milk and blood into a storm of blazing steam. The shockwave ripped the Child's body wide open, tearing through its spine, its ribs, its endless wet folds.

From the sea, watchers beheld the impossible—

The End Child split open, a mountain-sized carcass collapsing into the milk sea, while from its burning wound Kaito emerged, carrying the Son in his arms. His body dripped molten gold and steaming milk, his cock glowing like a brand, his aura so vast that the horizon bent around him.

The Son coughed venom, laughing weakly. "You've killed it… and become something worse."

Kaito gazed at the sky, now burning with cracks of gold fire. His voice was calm, almost tender. "No. Not worse. Necessary."

Above them, the heavens split.

From the fissures, eyes opened—countless divine gazes, watching, trembling. For the gods had felt it: the birth of something new.

A god not of cycles.

A god not of endings.

A god of burning, endless warmth.

Kaito, the newborn Burning God, lifted his hand, flames coiling like serpents around his fist. "Let them watch. Let them fear. From this milk sea, we rise."

The sea boiled where the Child's carcass sank, turning the Milk Ocean into a frothing cauldron of blood, milk, and fire. Its corpse sprawled like a mountain range, its flesh breaking into islands that steamed with heat, already reshaping the map of Elandria.

From the cliffs above, the survivors watched.

The milkmaids who had once rebelled fell to their knees, their udders leaking white rivers down their thighs. Chains clattered from their wrists as they trembled, not in defiance now, but in surrender. Their eyes, once hard with rage, softened into glassy worship as they beheld Kaito's blazing form.

Kaori was the first to step forward. Her silks were torn, breasts bare and wet, her cunt dripping freely as if answering the heat radiating from him. She raised her voice, though her knees quivered beneath the weight of his aura.

"You've gone beyond gods, my King… you've burned the very wound of creation."

Nyxa stumbled to her side, hair plastered to her skin with sweat, thighs shining with milk. She stared at Kaito, eyes hungry, wild. "You are… unbearable to look at. And yet I can't stop staring. Every part of me wants to be devoured."

The Oracle of Thorns emerged last, her vines dragging her limping body, her cunt still gaping from visions too vast. Blood and milk streaked her thighs, her eyes blind yet seeing. She lifted her arms, trembling.

"Do you hear them, Warmth? The gods above—their eyes open wide, their voices stifled. They tremble because you are not of their womb. You are the flame that burns their scrolls, the cock that breeds outside destiny."

Kaito gazed upon them all, silent, golden fire curling around his body. His cock swayed like a pillar of molten light, dripping seed into the frothing sea below. The Son leaned against him, venom dripping but smiling with dark satisfaction.

The milkmaids pressed their foreheads to the ground, moaning as if his heat alone fucked them into obedience.

"Claim us," they begged in unison, voices raw. "Flood us. Burn us. We are yours."

Kaori and Nyxa exchanged a glance—part jealousy, part aching lust—and dropped to their knees beside the rebels, spreading their thighs open in the dirt. Even the Oracle of Thorns lowered herself, thorn-vines prying her gaping cunt wider.

All of Vireya bent beneath him, their rebellion washed away, their worship reborn.

Kaito stepped forward, his voice carrying like thunder over milk and blood.

"Then rise, not as rebels. Not as daughters of a dead goddess. Rise as wombs of my fire. The first worshippers of the Burning God."

The sea answered with a hiss of steam. The sky cracked, more divine eyes opening wider, their silence sharper than screams.

And Kaito stood upon the corpse of the End Child, his new kingdom kneeling, dripping, begging to be claimed.

The sea steamed around him, the corpse of the Child collapsing into islands of bone and flesh, but no one cared for the ruin of the world. All eyes were on him.

Kaito stepped down from the cracked cliffside, each footfall hissing as golden fire licked the ground. His aura was unbearable—every breath of his heat made cunts swell, nipples harden, milk gush from trembling breasts. The milkmaids who had once rebelled pressed their foreheads to the dirt, their backs arching, their asses lifting as though the earth itself commanded them.

Kaori and Nyxa were already spread open, thighs glistening, holes dripping, their eyes glazed in worship and jealousy alike.

The Oracle of Thorns raised her arms, thorn-vines pulling her cunt lips wide until blood and milk streaked her thighs. Blind eyes rolled back as she chanted in a voice that trembled with ecstasy.

"Burn me deeper, Warmth. Fuck prophecy out of me. Let your seed blind the future itself."

Kaito's cock pulsed with a molten glow, dripping gold like molten honey. Each drop that fell onto the soil steamed, and where it landed, flowers burst open—wet, obscene blossoms with pussylike petals gaping wide, nectar pouring like cum.

The Son staggered behind him, venom trailing from his lips. He smirked weakly, leaning on a jagged rib of the fallen Child. "Go on… show them what they begged for. Show them what it means to worship something new."

The milkmaids moaned as one, their voices a single pleading chorus.

"Take us, Burning God. Drown us in fire. Milk us until our wombs are nothing but altars."

Kaito's eyes blazed gold. He spread his arms, flames unfurling like wings, casting the entire ruined sea in a burning dawn. His voice shook every heart, every womb, every dripping cunt.

"Then come. Offer yourselves. And know what it means to be claimed by more than a god. By the fire that ends and begins all."

Kaori crawled forward first, her breasts pressed to the dirt, her pussy glistening as she licked the milk-soaked ground in submission. "I was your first flame, my King. Let me burn again."

Nyxa was next, grabbing Kaori's hair, shoving her face into the soil as she spread her own cunt wide, dripping onto Kaori's back. "And I was the shadow beside that flame. We'll burn together. Use us both."

The milkmaids followed, crawling in waves, their chains clattering, their tongues dragging over the dirt, their asses lifted high. Each one spread herself open, trembling, desperate.

Even the Oracle crawled, thorns piercing her own flesh as she reached for him, her gaping cunt twitching with every blind moan.

Kaito's cock gleamed like a pillar of creation, golden light bathing their wet bodies. The first act of worship was not silence, but moans, not prayer, but dripping flesh opened in offering.

The Burning God stepped forward, shadow and fire swallowing the trembling army of worshippers. His cock swayed above them, dripping molten seed onto their backs, their hair, their tongues, each drop making them convulse in ecstasy.

The first ritual had begun.

The Milk Sea boiled, steam rising like curtains around the ruined battlefield. The corpse of the Child drifted apart into islands of bone and rot, but within the storm of ruin, the world's attention narrowed to one thing—Kaito's cock, molten and dripping gold, swinging heavy between his thighs.

The milkmaids crawled forward first, dozens of them, their chains clattering, their holes already gaping from years of forced breeding. They pressed their foreheads to the dirt, tongues out, asses high, their voices chanting like a sacred hymn:

"Fill us, Warmth. Burn us. Milk us. Breed us."

Kaori was the first to be claimed. She threw herself beneath him, spreading her pussy with trembling fingers, her hair falling wild over her sweat-slick face. "Do it," she gasped, her cunt quivering, honey dripping down her thighs. "Split me open again, my King. Brand me with your fire."

Kaito stepped over her, grabbed her ankles, and drove his cock inside in one brutal thrust. Gold light burst from her pussy like lightning. Kaori screamed, her whole body convulsing as if the fire inside her womb had consumed her from within. Milk gushed from her tits in hot streams, splattering the dirt.

Behind her, Nyxa seized Kaori's hair and yanked her head back, kissing her mouth as she moaned through the pain and bliss. Then Nyxa shoved Kaori aside and spread her own cunt, dripping wet and twitching. Her eyes burned with jealousy and hunger. "Now me. Fill me until shadow itself burns away. Make me scream louder than her."

Kaito obliged. His cock plunged into Nyxa, molten seed already slicking her insides. She clawed at his chest, nails tearing trails into his burning skin, her scream tearing through the steaming air. "FUCK—Kaito—yes—burn my womb EMPTY!"

The milkmaids moaned louder, their own holes leaking as they watched their queens be ravaged. Some began fingering themselves, others spread their cunts with both hands, begging in chorus.

The Oracle of Thorns dragged herself forward, thorns ripping her flesh, her blood dripping dark over her pale thighs. She fell to her knees and spread her pussy wide, blind eyes staring into the glow of his cock. "Burn prophecy itself into me. Fill me until even the gods cannot read the future."

Kaito pulled free from Nyxa with a wet, molten slap, his cock glowing gold and dripping seed. He turned, grabbed the Oracle's hips, and slammed into her so hard her thorn-crown shattered. Her scream was not of pain, but of annihilation—a prophecy undone, rewritten in heat and seed. Her cunt clutched him like a trap, blood and nectar mixing with his fire.

The milkmaids could wait no longer. They swarmed, bodies pressing against each other, tongues licking molten seed from the dirt, hands pulling Kaito from cunt to cunt. Holes stretched, pussies burned, wombs overflowed. The first of them collapsed in orgasm, her belly already glowing faintly gold, seed swirling inside like fire in glass.

The Son of Venom watched, grinning weakly, his body broken but his voice sharp. "So this is your worship. Not prayer, not sacrifice—just endless fucking. You'll drown the world in moans before you're done."

Kaito looked up from the writhing bodies beneath him, his cock still buried inside the Oracle's twitching hole. His golden eyes burned as he spoke, voice thunder shaking the steaming sea.

"Yes. I am not a god of silence. I am not a god of chains. I am the fire that makes flesh sing. The warmth that breeds new worlds."

And as he roared, he came—seed erupting into the Oracle, her blind eyes rolling back as golden light poured from her cunt, spilling across the dirt like molten lava. The milkmaids screamed in chorus, their own wombs trembling, their holes twitching, each of them begging for their turn as the fire spread.

The ritual had only just begun.