Breeding Hariti and the Birth of the Ten-Thousandth Child
Hariti said as she slowly descended the stairs, “Close your eyes for a moment.”
Her voluptuous breasts swayed with each step, drawing my gaze like magnets.
There was no way I could close my eyes now.
When Hariti reached my side, her hand gently brushed across my face.
In that instant the majestic altar where she had been seated vanished, replaced by an elegant oriental bedroom.
The shrine had no windows before, yet now a breathtaking landscape stretched beyond the glass.
“Wh-where are we…?”
“There is no need for surprise. You have never left this shrine.”
The shrine itself had changed, not me?
As a human who lived in the normal world, I knew better than to try making sense of it with ordinary logic.
I closed my gaping mouth and looked at Hariti once more.
At some point she had lain down on the bed, legs spread invitingly, waiting for me.
She gave me a warm, knowing smile and crooked her finger. I climbed onto her as if an invisible collar had been fastened around my neck.
Staring down at her, I wondered if this was what it felt like to sleep with a mature beauty. Was this why men lost their minds over them?
Yet every time her enormous belly bumped against mine, a flicker of unease ran through me.
“Um… may I ask something?”
“I already know what it is, but speak nonetheless.”
“You’re pregnant… is it really all right for someone like me to pleasure you, Lady Hariti? What if something goes wrong…?”
“Hehe. So that is what troubles you? Very well. Before we begin our true union, allow me to tell you an interesting tale.”
An interesting tale?
I nearly blurted out that a dirty story would be even better, but I somehow swallowed the words.
“Thus far I have given birth to nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine children. The one now in my belly is the ten-thousandth.”
“Hah… that many?”
“It is nothing remarkable. I can preserve a man’s semen inside my womb for ten thousand years. Therefore the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine children I have borne, and the one I now carry, all share the same father’s seed.”
“Th-that means…?!”
“Hehe. You catch on quickly. Yes, it is exactly as you suspect. The final seed remaining in my womb is this one. The time has come to fill it with fresh semen. Well? Are you prepared to sow your seed?”
Honestly, Hariti’s story wasn’t all that entertaining in itself.
But the thought that my semen would remain inside her for ten thousand years… and produce ten thousand children… made my already-hard Big-Ja throb even hotter and stiffer.
“The truly amusing one is the fellow between your legs. Look how it drools thick strands of pre-cum. It seems desperate to plant its seed.”
With those words Hariti placed both hands on my chest and gave me a gentle push.
Then she turned over and presented herself on all fours.
Yes. It was the perfect doggy-style position.
“Can you see my pussy clearly like this?”
“Yes… I can see it perfectly. It’s so beautiful…”
“Flattery is unnecessary. Place your seed inside me. You may be as rough as you wish. No matter how violently a mere human moves, it will not affect me in the slightest.”
Was she serious?
So I would just cum, and Hariti wouldn’t even feel pleasure? Was I nothing more than a breeding tool?
Half doubting, I began rubbing my glans against her slick entrance.
“Mmmh! What a splendid shape your glans has. The moment it pressed against my opening, I felt the Pure Land of Paradise drawing near.”
“You flatter me. Then I shall release my seed in earnest.”
I started a slow, steady rhythm.
The once-tranquil room—filled only with birdsong, wind, and the faint chime of distant bells—now echoed with wet, obscene sounds: the squelch of cock driving into pussy, the sharp slap of flesh against flesh, and our mingled panting.
“Huff… huff… Lady Hariti… your pussy… ah, how should I describe it…”
“Mmmh, such crude language is permitted. What about my pussy? Tell me.”
“Yes, Lady Hariti! Your pussy is… incredibly tight… it feels way too good!!”
“Haa… haa… you adorable boy… after giving birth to ten thousand children, did you expect a ruined, loose hole? Mmmh—! If you wish, I can even restore my hymen for you, heuuuh—!”
“H-hymen!! No need! The way your pussy feels right now is already more than en-enough—ugh—!!”
Splurt—! Splurt—!
I erupted wildly inside Hariti’s pussy.
The semen that couldn’t fit in her womb and passage overflowed, streaming down along my Big-Ja and dripping onto the silk sheets.
“Hmm-hmm—! What a refreshingly pure scent your semen carries. I look forward to the children that will be born from it.”
Hariti rolled onto her back with a faintly weary voice.
She rested a hand above her breasts, steadying her breath, savoring the lingering pleasure of climax.
The sight was so unbearably erotic that I couldn’t stay still.
I slowly covered her body with mine and began licking the beads of sweat from her face and neck.
“Ahh—! Ahh-uuh—!”
Hariti didn’t seem displeased; she allowed my tongue to roam freely across her skin.
In fact, she grew more assertive.
She gathered her milk-heavy breasts together, the nipples already leaking, and guided them toward my mouth.
“How is it? With this milk I have raised nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine children. It may not delight your tongue, but it will fill your belly with strength.”
I alternated between her nipples, sucking greedily.
The breast milk flowed endlessly, like water from a mountain spring.
There was so much that my earlier worry about getting full seemed ridiculous.
The real problem was that the more I drank, the harder my Big-Ja became.
Completely erect again, it kept nudging and poking against her pussy in this position.
“You naughty boy. Preparing for a second seeding already? Do you intend to plant two crops in one body?”
“Lady Hariti… would you grant me the honor of filling you once more?”
“I have no reason to refuse. Sow as much as your heart desires.”
The moment she gave permission I drove my Big-Ja back inside her.
Her entrance, which should have been loosened by our earlier rough play, had tightened again into a snug, elastic grip. All the previous load had already been drawn into her womb, leaving only her own slick nectar to make wet sounds.
Truly the aura of a goddess who governed birth and motherhood.
“Then I’ll sow the second load.”
“Good. I look forward to children who resemble you. When I conceive your first child, I shall return in person to ask you for a name.”
“A name?”
“Is it not the natural duty of a father to name his child? That day is still far off, so for now pour every drop from that swollen sack deep inside me.”
I began thrusting hard in the missionary position.
Her massive, pregnant belly—hidden from view during doggy style—now shook and collided with my own stomach again and again.
There was a child inside there.
The realization brought an inexplicable wave of immoral pleasure. It felt like I was committing adultery with another man’s wife.
Squeeeelch—!
“Ouch!! My eyes!!”
Hariti suddenly squeezed her left breast, spraying milk directly into my face.
“It seemed you were entertaining some insolent thoughts. Banish such blasphemy and focus on my pussy.”
“Yes, Lady Hariti. I’m sorry.”
Full of remorse, I began slamming my hips even faster.
Her once dignified, majestic voice gradually melted into the sweet cries of a woman drowning in carnal pleasure.
“Mmmh—! Aang—! Good… so good… just like that, keep going, don’t stop!”
“Yes, Lady Hariti!! Ngh—!”
I had reached my limit.
Time to flood her womb once again.
Splurt—! Splurt—! Splurt—!
Once again I poured far more than her womb could hold.
Hariti watched with satisfied eyes as our combined juices overflowed from where we remained joined.
“That was the most pleasurable time I have experienced in nearly ten thousand years. Taehun, your merit is truly great.”
“Thank you, Lady Hariti. I… enjoyed it more than I can say.”
With those words I collapsed beside her.
Hariti turned toward me and began stroking my cheek with unmistakable affection.
“How wonderful it would be if there were more men like you. Your kind heart and powerful reproductive ability are treasures no one else can claim.”
The look in her eyes was exactly like a newlywed wife gazing at her husband after deeply satisfying sex.
How did I know that look?
It just felt that way.
“Mm. With the new semen inside me, the child in my belly now wishes to come out. It seems to understand it must yield its place to its younger siblings.”
She spread her legs wide and lifted them high toward the ceiling.
Clenching her lips, she began to strain. Her entire body trembled delicately.
“Lady Hariti… is there anything I can do to help?”
“Hehe. You have already performed your role perfectly. Simply watch. I wish to show you the moment I bring forth my child.”
A dark shape began to emerge from between her folds.
It was a human head.
Hair soaked in amniotic fluid appeared first, then the temples, followed by the ears with a little effort.
After that everything flowed smoothly—arms, torso, legs—all sliding out one after another.
The newborn cried at once. Hariti waved her hand through empty air, severing the umbilical cord, then waved again to summon a soft silk cradle. She wrapped the infant gently inside it.
It was like watching a magic show.
“This is my ten-thousandth child. It has yielded its comfortable home for the sake of its younger siblings’ seeds. Truly admirable, is it not?”
“Yes, it is. The baby is so cute…”
People always said newborns were wrinkly and ugly, yet Hariti’s child was different.
A fresh, clean baby scent—like one freshly washed and dried—spread pleasantly through the air.
The infant instinctively began searching for her breast.
Suck—! Suck—!
Those were the same breasts I had been sucking on moments ago…
The breasts I had thought represented the ultimate in mature sensuality had already transformed into a mother’s nurturing bosom.
“Are the monmusu waiting outside your companions?”
“Ah, you mean Mary Jane and Megumi? Yes, they are.”
“I sense an extraordinarily deep bond and love between you and those monmusu—the kind rarely seen between humans and their kind.”
“Pardon? What do you mean by that…?”
“Hehe. You will understand soon enough.”
With those words Hariti reached out once more and covered my eyes.
When her hand withdrew, I found myself alone again inside the plain, gray-walled shrine.
“Taehun! How long are you going to stay in there, nyang?!”
“Huh? Mary Jane? What about Lady Hariti?”
“What kind of nonsense are you spouting, nyang? Did you fall asleep in there or something, nyang?”
I slid the door open and pulled Mary Jane into a tight embrace.
“Mary Jane. Everything worked out. Lady Hariti has promised to watch over us.”
“You’ve been saying weird things since earlier, nyang. It’s been less than five minutes since you went inside, nyang. What do you mean you met Hariti, nyang?”
What? I thought the sex had lasted well over an hour…
So it really had been a dream?
That was when Mary Jane picked something up.
“What is this, nyang? I’ve never seen this fruit before, nyang.”
The fruit in her hand was the pomegranate that had rested on the arm of Hariti’s throne.
Yes. It hadn’t been a dream after all.
I hugged the still-confused Mary Jane tightly again as she kept asking why.
Our embrace continued until Megumi came looking for us, wondering what was going on.