My Harem Life in Another World

Far beyond the kingdom's bleeding horizon, a walled city lay beneath the red sky, its towers sharp against the swirling clouds. The people inside still believed in dawn, believed in gods that would protect them, believed their walls would hold back the dark. They did not see the black wings gliding above the clouds, glyphs shimmering in pulses of soft light as the Tyrant's Children circled.

The first to land was silent, small bare feet pressing onto the high stone wall, black glyphs pulsing across pale skin as golden eyes scanned the city streets. Others followed, dozens, then hundreds, wings folding softly, black claws gripping the stone as they tilted their heads, listening to the soft hum of fear and life in the warm night air.

Below, women walked the streets, unaware, sweat glistening on their necks as they carried water or laundry, laughter in the distance mixing with the quiet hum of the market closing for the night. Children played in narrow alleys, their mothers calling them home as lanterns flickered, unaware that shadows had begun to move above them, softly, like breaths in the dark.

The Seedlings leapt, landing soundlessly in the streets, black glyphs flickering as they moved between shadows, eyes glowing, wings folding against their small bodies as they approached doors, windows, and gates.

In a small house, a young wife stripped off her work robe, sweat rolling down her back as she unbound her chest, breasts heavy and flushed from the summer heat. She sighed, wiping sweat from her lips, unaware of the glowing eyes in the dark corner of the room, watching as her nipples stiffened in the cool air.

She turned, gasping softly, seeing a small childlike figure with black glyphs standing there, wings folding slowly, glowing eyes locked on her breasts. Fear and confusion flooded her as she backed against the wall, her folds pulsing faintly from the fear and the heat.

"What… what are you…" she whispered, her breath hitching as the Seedling stepped closer, black glyph-marked hands reaching out, touching the soft swell of her breast, warm fingers pressing into the softness.

"Ah…" she gasped, her nipple stiffening as milk leaked in a small bead, the Seedling's tongue flicking out to catch it, its eyes glowing brighter as it pressed closer, glyphs crawling across her bare skin.

"Ah… no… wait… it feels…" she moaned, her head falling back as the Seedling latched onto her nipple, suckling roughly, milk spraying into its mouth as her folds pulsed, a wet heat spreading as she came, her hips jerking against the wall as the Seedling drank deeply.

In the inn, a maid cleaning the baths turned to see three Seedlings standing in the doorway, glyphs flickering as their eyes locked onto her bare, damp body. She stumbled back, slipping on wet tiles, her towel falling away, exposing flushed breasts and a trimmed mound glistening with bathwater.

"Please… don't…" she whispered, pressing her thighs together as the Seedlings stepped forward, hands pressing against her knees, parting them as their mouths lowered to her folds, licking softly.

"Ah… ah… please… stop… ah…" she moaned as warm tongues licked the length of her folds, finding her clit, sucking softly as she gasped, tears slipping down her cheeks as her body betrayed her, folds leaking onto their tongues as she came, milk dripping from her nipples as the pleasure forced her breasts to leak.

Throughout the city, soft moans began to echo in houses, bathhouses, and alleys, the Tyrant's Children feeding, taking milk and fluids, glyphs spreading onto the skin of every trembling woman they touched.

> "Ah… it's drinking… it's drinking everything…"

"Please… I can't… it feels too good…"

"Ah… goddess… I'm… ah…"

The Seedlings left them shaking, folds leaking, breasts dripping, glyph marks burned softly onto hips and breasts, a connection sealed between mother and corruption as the Seedlings moved on to the next.

Above, black wings unfurled, carrying others toward the city's center where the grand temple stood, untouched, its bells silent. The Seedlings gathered around its gates, waiting for the moment the Tyrant would arrive, their eyes locked on the horizon where the vines would soon break the earth, and Kaito's shadow would fall upon the city.

The grand temple at the heart of the city stood untouched beneath the blood-heavy sky, its white stone towers glowing dimly as lanterns flickered in the warm night. Priests and priestesses moved between shadow and candlelight, their prayers soft, voices trembling as they tried to ignore the strange, wet moans echoing faintly from the city beyond the walls.

They did not see the black wings perched upon the towers, dozens of Tyrant's Children with glowing eyes watching, glyphs shifting across pale, small bodies as they waited for the signal.

Inside, a young priestess knelt at the altar, her robes clinging to sweat-slick skin, the thin cloth pressing against the curve of her breasts, nipples hardened beneath the fabric. Her silver hair clung to her neck as she prayed, her soft lips whispering to gods who could no longer hear, a heat throbbing in her folds as fear and the humid air stirred something inside her she could not name.

She felt it before she saw it: a warmth against her neck, a soft breath in the dark. She turned, eyes wide, gasping as she saw a small childlike figure with black glyphs and glowing eyes, wings folding softly as it stepped from the shadows.

"Wh-what are you…" she whispered, her voice breaking as the Seedling's eyes locked onto her breasts, glyph-marked hands reaching to press against her chest, warm fingers squeezing gently as the soft fabric became soaked from the milk beading beneath.

"Ah… ah… no… don't…" she gasped as the Seedling's tongue slipped out, licking the milk that leaked through the cloth, its mouth pressing over her nipple as it sucked, the wet sound echoing in the silent temple.

Her eyes rolled back as the pleasure struck, her folds leaking onto the marble beneath her robes, her hips trembling as the Seedling drank deeply, glyphs crawling onto her skin, black marks burning softly against her pale breast.

In the upper chambers, older priestesses huddled in prayer circles, whispering frantic pleas to absent gods, their robes clinging to their trembling bodies as the air grew thick with the scent of corruption. Black wings unfurled from the shadows as Seedlings stepped forward, eyes glowing, claws tapping softly on marble floors as they approached.

"Stay back!" a priestess shouted, holding up her staff as glyph-marked hands reached for her, pulling her down gently as she struggled, her robes pulled open to reveal flushed breasts and a soft, leaking mound.

"No… please… no…" she sobbed as a Seedling's warm tongue pressed against her nipple, suckling roughly as milk sprayed into its mouth, her body shaking as her folds betrayed her, leaking in soft streams as another Seedling's tongue licked along her slit, forcing a helpless cry from her lips.

Across the temple, soft, wet moans began to replace the prayers. Seedlings latched onto breasts, suckling milk as priestesses gasped and shook, robes falling away to reveal glistening folds leaking onto the marble. Others licked between trembling thighs, warm tongues sliding along slick folds as priestesses came softly, their cries mixing with the sound of wings and wet suckling.

"Ah… goddess… it's drinking… I can't…"

"Please… it feels… it feels too good…"

"Ah… ah… I'm… I'm cumming… ah…"

Black glyphs spread across pale skin, marking hips, breasts, and bellies with the Tyrant's claim, each moan and squirt sealing the bond as milk and corruption fed the Seedlings.

At the heart of the temple, the great bell trembled as the vines broke through the floor, black tendrils pulsing as they spread across the marble, parting to reveal Kaito stepping through, golden eyes burning as his black cloak flowed behind him, vines wrapping around his ankles like obedient pets.

His Seedlings gathered, wings folding as they turned toward him, their eyes locked onto their creator as they finished suckling and feeding, leaving priestesses trembling, folds leaking, breasts dripping milk across the corrupted floors.

Kaito's gaze swept over the temple: robes torn, breasts exposed, folds leaking, bodies trembling and flushed as priestesses tried to crawl, their glyph-marked bodies glowing softly.

"You are all mine now," Kaito said softly.

A wave of heat rolled through the temple, folds pulsing, breasts leaking in a sudden spray as the women came, moans rising like a chorus as their bodies submitted fully, glyphs flaring brighter across their skin.

"Ah… ah… Tyrant… take me… take everything…"

"Please… ah… I can't… stop… cumming…"

"Ah… ah… Tyrant…"

Their fluids soaked the vines, the floor, and each other as the temple fell, becoming another throne of corruption under the Tyrant's domain.

The bell tower cracked, vines splitting it in half as it fell, ringing once with a heavy, wet echo that shuddered through the streets. The sound reached every home, every bathhouse, every hidden alley where trembling women lay with thighs spread, folds leaking onto floors still warm from the Seedlings' touch. It was a sound of surrender, a signal that the gods had abandoned them, and the Tyrant's reign had arrived.

Kaito stepped from the temple, vines slithering around his ankles, black lightning coiling along his arms as golden eyes swept over the city, now filled with the scent of sweat, milk, and wet folds. The Seedlings flew above him, black wings beating softly, dripping droplets of milk and fluids as they scattered to every corner of the city, glyphs shimmering in the heavy red air.

In homes, women lay across beds, sheets damp with their fluids, breasts swollen and dripping milk that soaked into the fabric as they turned toward the cracked windows, eyes hazy with heat, hips trembling from the Seedlings' feeding.

They saw him, the black-cloaked figure striding down the street, vines parting around him, the ground cracking beneath each step. Their folds pulsed, leaking softly as they pressed trembling hands between their thighs, unable to stop themselves.

"Ah… it's him…" a wife whispered, her folds gushing softly as she came, milk spraying from her nipples onto her chest.

"Please… please… Tyrant…" another moaned, hips jerking as she climaxed again, her fluids dripping onto the floor.

In bathhouses, maids and daughters tried to hide, pressing themselves against walls, but the Seedlings found them, wings folding as they approached with glowing eyes, glyph-marked hands parting thighs as warm tongues pressed against folds still dripping from fear and the humid air.

"Ah… no… please… ah…" a maid whimpered as her folds betrayed her, leaking against a Seedling's tongue, her breasts pressing against the wet tiles, nipples leaking milk that dripped onto the floor.

Another girl tried to crawl away, but a Seedling caught her, pressing her down as it latched onto her nipple, suckling roughly, forcing a sharp cry from her lips as milk sprayed into its mouth, her folds pulsing as she squirted weakly beneath it.

As Kaito approached the central square, the Seedlings gathered, carrying with them the moaning, trembling bodies of the priestesses, maids, and wives, laying them before the Tyrant on the cracked marble soaked with their fluids. The women's eyes fluttered, breasts leaking onto their bellies, folds open and dripping, glyph marks glowing softly across their hips and breasts as they reached toward him.

Kaori descended from the sky, carried by vines, her blue eyes glazed with heat as she landed beside him, folds leaking onto her thighs, breasts heavy and dripping, her hand sliding across Kaito's chest as she pressed herself to his side.

Nyxa arrived next, her violet eyes locked on him as she knelt, her folds pulsing as she pressed her leaking breasts together, a soft moan leaving her lips.

Celestia's pale hair glowed under the red sky as she knelt, pressing her breasts up, milk leaking in thin streams as her emerald eyes trembled.

Ayame landed in the vines, her body limp, folds leaking as her eyes fluttered, her lips parting with a soft moan.

"This city is mine," Kaito spoke, his voice calm.

The glyphs across every woman's skin flared, black veins pulsing outward, connecting them to the vines coiling around the square, forcing them to arch their backs, folds gushing, breasts spraying milk as they came together, their moans echoing under the red sky.

"Ah… ah… Tyrant… take me…"

"Please… I'm cumming… again… ah…"

"Ah… it feels too good… Tyrant… Tyrant…"

Their fluids soaked the marble, vines, and each other, forming black pools of warm corruption that were absorbed into the roots spreading under the city.

The Seedlings circled above, their wings spreading black corruption as wherever they flew, vines broke through streets, walls, and windows, claiming every building, every bathhouse, every bed, leaving no place untouched.

In the final moments, Kaito raised his hand, black glyphs spiraling into the sky, merging with the Seedlings' wings, spreading out in waves of warm, wet corruption as the entire city moaned beneath him, folds leaking, breasts spraying, voices crying out in trembling submission.

The city, once proud, once clean, fell in a single breath, claimed in the warm, wet embrace of the Tyrant.