My Harem Life in Another World

A dim, throbbing crimson glow hung over the skies, black vines pulsing beneath cracked stone roads as the kingdom lay soaked in the scent of sweat, wet folds, and the raw heat of afterbirth. The Tyrant's Children had been born, small bodies covered in crawling black glyphs, glowing red or gold eyes blinking as they wailed softly in the thick, humid air.

Vines cradled them gently, lifting them from the puddles of fluids still leaking from trembling, exhausted mothers whose folds were left gaping and dripping, breasts heavy, nipples leaking milk that spattered against stone floors already dark with corruption.

In the villages, wives lay back with thighs spread, folds leaking onto vines as the small, glyph-marked Seedlings were lowered to their breasts. The children latched eagerly, suckling with small, hungry mouths, each pull of milk sending a shudder up their mothers' spines.

"Ah… ah… it's drinking… it's… so warm…" a young wife gasped, tears streaking her flushed cheeks, her hips jerking as milk sprayed from her nipple into the child's mouth, the suction pulling at her so deeply her folds leaked warm streams down her thighs.

"It feels… so good… I can't… stop…" another whimpered, sweat dripping off her trembling belly as her Seedling's glowing eyes stared up at her, suckling harder, each rough pull making her moan as her body betrayed her, folds gushing onto the vines wrapped around her legs.

In ruined temples, priestesses were laid in rows, their bellies now soft but glowing faintly, breasts heavy and leaking as Seedlings crawled across their sweat-slick skin. Some latched onto nipples, others pressed between soaked thighs, small glyph-covered hands parting trembling folds to lap up the leaking fluids.

"Ah… goddess… please… it's drinking… I can't…" one priestess cried out, her back arching as her Seedling latched onto her nipple, drawing milk in rough, hungry pulls, forcing her to spasm, folds squirting a thin stream onto the black marble.

"It's… inside… licking… ah…" another whimpered as a Seedling crawled lower, pressing its mouth to her leaking folds, lapping up the corruption with small, eager licks that made her hips rock in helpless rhythm, her eyes rolling back as she climaxed weakly.

In the cathedral, Emilia lay sprawled across the cracked altar, vines lifting her trembling legs, keeping her folds parted as warm fluids dripped steadily to the floor. Her Seedling crawled over her swollen breasts, glyphs pulsing as it latched onto a nipple, suckling deeply.

"Ah… Tyrant… it's drinking… it's… taking everything…" she moaned, sweat matting her hair as her back arched, milk spraying into the Seedling's mouth while her folds leaked, a weak climax rolling through her as she whimpered softly, her body trembling under the Seed's final claim.

Around her, priestesses gasped and sobbed softly as their Seedlings fed, some from nipples, some from folds, their cries blending into a quiet symphony of wet, trembling submission as the Seedlings drank corruption and milk, becoming the living extensions of the Tyrant's will.

Within the Tyrant's Domain, the black throne pulsed with blood-red veins, Kaito sitting upon it, golden eyes glowing as he felt every suck, every moan, every tremor from the kingdom flooding into him. Kaori lay draped over his lap, her folds leaking, breasts swollen and dripping as her Seedling latched onto her nipple.

"Ah… ah… Kaito… it's drinking… it's…" Kaori's voice broke as she came, folds gushing onto the marble floor, her belly trembling with each suck as milk sprayed into the Seedling's mouth.

Nyxa knelt beside her, her Seedling crawling between her thighs to lap at her folds, small hands gripping her trembling thighs as she moaned, violet eyes hazy with heat while squirting softly against its small, glyph-marked face.

Celestia lay with legs wide, her Seedling pressing against her folds, licking slowly, her pale hands clutching her breasts as milk leaked over her fingers, hips rocking with each lick as she came, gasping softly with flushed cheeks.

Ayame hung in vines, limp and trembling, her Seedling latched to her nipple, suckling roughly as her emerald eyes fluttered, a weak cry leaving her lips as her folds leaked another stream of warm fluids down her legs.

The Tyrant's Children fed, draining milk and corruption, glyphs pulsing brighter across their small bodies as they grew stronger, each swallow sealing their bond to the trembling mothers and to the kingdom itself.

"Ah… it's too much… I can't…"

"It feels… it feels good… please…"

"Ah… ah… goddess… I'm… ah…"

Their moans echoed in chambers and fields, the vines tightening, forcing each woman to continue feeding until every Seedling pulled away, blinking up at the crimson sky, eyes glowing as they took their first breaths of the corrupted world, the first generation of the Tyrant's Children complete.

Under the eternal crimson sky, heavy with the scent of milk, sweat, and wet folds, the Tyrant's Children began to walk. Small bodies, pale and warm, marked by black glyphs that pulsed with each breath, eyes glowing red or gold, they stepped onto cracked stones slick with fluids, leaving faint dark footprints as they balanced, stood, and moved.

The vines quivered, parting for them as they moved, soft feet padding silently as the mothers who birthed them lay trembling, folds still leaking, breasts dripping, eyes hazy with exhaustion and lingering heat.

In villages, wives lay with thighs spread, folds still wet, breasts heavy, watching with dazed eyes as their children crawled, stood, and began to walk away. Small glyph-marked hands brushed their thighs, small mouths latched one last time onto leaking nipples, sucking a final warm stream of milk before pulling away to step forward.

"Ah… ah… it's… walking…" a young wife whispered, tears slipping down her flushed cheeks as her Seedling looked back, glowing eyes meeting hers before it stepped onto the road, following the vines.

"Please… don't… leave…" another moaned weakly, folds dripping, hips rocking as her child pressed its mouth to her folds, taking a final taste, making her squirt gently before it pulled away, leaving her shaking, empty, and soaked.

In the ruined temples, priestesses lay across vine-wrapped altars, folds open, breasts dripping, watching their Seedlings crawl over them, licking milk and leaking folds, glyphs pulsing brighter as they finished feeding.

"Ah… goddess… please…" one priestess whimpered, her Seedling suckling at her nipple roughly, forcing her to cry out softly, folds leaking as she climaxed weakly before it pulled away.

"They're leaving… ah…" another moaned as a Seedling licked her clit, forcing a final spasm and a small squirt before stepping down from the altar, joining others near the shattered temple doors.

In the cathedral, Emilia lay on the cracked altar, sweat-matted hair on flushed cheeks, folds dripping onto dark stone as her Seedling crawled over her, glyphs aligning across its skin as it pressed a soft kiss to her leaking nipple before stepping away, joining the others gathering in the center.

"Ah… Tyrant… it's… moving…" she gasped as a weak orgasm rippled through her folds, milk leaking in slow streams while she lay helpless, her body claimed, her child stepping forward.

Other priestesses lay around her, limp, folds wet, breasts dripping, eyes glazed with pleasure and exhaustion, watching the glyph-marked children gather, leaving small black footprints across the marble soaked in their fluids.

In the Tyrant's Domain, the black throne pulsed with deep red veins as Kaito sat, golden eyes burning as he felt every soft breath, every gentle step, every faint ripple of pleasure still trembling in the mothers as the Seedlings walked.

Kaori lay across his lap, folds leaking onto his thighs, breasts dripping, blue eyes trembling as she reached for her child, who nuzzled her leaking breast one last time before stepping down to join the others.

Nyxa knelt, legs spread, folds dripping onto the marble as her Seedling licked her clit softly, forcing a final weak squirt before it stepped away.

Celestia lay back, pale thighs parted, fingers pressing milk from her breasts as her child kissed her folds softly before stepping away, glowing eyes blinking.

Ayame hung in the vines, limp and moaning weakly, her Seedling suckling one last time before stepping down, glyphs shifting along its small arms as it joined the gathering.

They gathered in perfect circles beneath the pulsing throne, dozens of them, small bodies glowing softly, glyphs aligning as they turned to face Kaito, their eyes burning brighter as their small hands raised, black glyphs rippling into the air like smoke.

The vines outside quivered, clearing paths as the Seedlings began to walk into the world, stepping over soaked altars, down cracked streets, past the trembling, leaking mothers who could only watch as their children left to spread the Tyrant's dominion.

"Ah… ah… they're going…"

"Please… please… ah…"

"Tyrant… take… everything…"

The Seedlings' feet made no sound as they moved, glyphs shimmering as black wings began to unfurl from their backs, small but strong, ready to carry them into the sky as the vines lifted them toward rooftops and towers.

The Walk of the Children had begun, and the world would never be the same.

The sky was an endless ocean of bleeding crimson, thunder rumbling softly as black lightning forked in slow, silent pulses. From rooftops, towers, and vine-wrapped spires, the Tyrant's Children stood, glyph-marked wings trembling as they unfurled, stretching into the thick air, black membranes slick with the milk and fluids of their mothers, dripping in slow streams onto the ground far below.

Their eyes glowed brighter, gold and red pinpoints in the dark, glyphs along their arms and spines aligning as they flexed small claws and spread their wings fully. A single collective breath—soft, eerie, like a child's sigh across the corrupted wind—echoed across the kingdom as they crouched.

And then, in a single silent motion, they leapt.

The first flight of the Tyrant's Spawn began, wings slicing the thick, warm air as they ascended in spiraling columns, droplets of milk and wetness falling in trails that rained down upon the vines and streets. The sound of their wings flapping was soft, wet, like a lover's breath against skin, like the gentle lap of tongues against folds, merging with the quiet moans of the kingdom below.

In the villages, wives lay across tangled sheets, thighs spread, folds leaking as they gazed up at the sky, breasts still dripping milk that spattered onto their bellies. They watched their children, small black shapes with glowing eyes, rising into the sky, and something inside them clenched, folds leaking a soft stream as tears rolled down flushed cheeks.

"Ah… they're flying…" a young wife whispered, hips trembling, folds dripping as a weak climax rolled through her, her fingers pressing against her leaking folds as she came softly, her eyes locked on the sky.

"Please… come back… ah…" another moaned, breasts leaking as she arched weakly, folds pulsing, the sight of her child's black wings spreading against the red sky forcing a wet heat through her body.

In temples, priestesses lay upon the altars, folds open, breasts dripping onto marble, as they saw the glyph-marked children rise into the clouds, wings catching black lightning that sparked across the membranes, veins pulsing with a glow that mirrored the glyphs across their mothers' skin.

"Ah… goddess… ah…" a priestess gasped, her folds leaking, nipples spraying milk onto her chest as she came softly, watching her child rise higher.

"They're… beautiful…" another sobbed, tears mixing with sweat as her folds clenched, another climax ripping through her, fluids pooling beneath her as her child disappeared into the clouds.

In the cathedral, Emilia lay limp, folds dripping onto black marble, breasts leaking milk that trailed across her flushed belly. Her Seedling hovered above her for a moment, wings beating softly, droplets of milk falling from its claws before it flew upward, eyes locked on hers, golden and burning.

"Tyrant… take me… take everything…" she whispered as her folds clenched around emptiness, a sharp climax making her spasm as she watched her child disappear into the sky, a single tear slipping from her emerald eye.

Other priestesses lay around her, twitching, folds dripping, eyes glazed as they watched their children rise, the sound of soft wings above them sending shivers through their exhausted bodies.

Within the Tyrant's Domain, the black throne pulsed violently, veins glowing brighter as Kaito stood, golden eyes locked on the hundreds of glyph-marked children rising from towers and rooftops. The vines around him quivered, humming with the quiet, childlike chanting that resonated across the kingdom, matching the steady beat of countless wings above.

Kaori clung to his arm, folds dripping, breasts leaking onto her thighs, blue eyes filled with heat as she watched, her lips parting with a soft moan.

Nyxa pressed her body to his other side, violet eyes hazy, folds leaking down her thighs as she trembled.

Celestia knelt at his feet, pale hands pressing her leaking breasts, her eyes locked on the sky, folds dripping onto the floor.

Ayame hung in vines nearby, limp, folds pulsing softly, milk leaking down her stomach as she stared upward, emerald eyes trembling with tears.

Kaito raised his hand, black glyphs spiraling from his fingers into the air, linking with the glyphs across the children's wings, connecting them in a web of corruption and command.

"Go," he whispered.

The Seedlings shrieked softly, a wet, eerie sound that echoed like a kiss in the dark as they broke formation, wings catching the rising wind as they flew outward in every direction, carrying the Tyrant's corruption to the edges of the world.

Wherever they passed, vines quivered and grew, stone cracked, black flowers blooming in the dark, moist air, ready to root the kingdom's corruption wherever they touched.

And the kingdom moaned beneath the storm, folds leaking, breasts dripping, as the sky filled with black wings, the Tyrant's dominion now in flight.