Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

Aureve lay collapsed on top of him, her breath warm against his chest, their bodies soaked in sweat and slick. Her thighs twitched around his waist. His cock, still buried deep inside her, throbbed with aftershocks. Cum occasionally leaking out, filling her more.

She whispered, voice trembling from exhaustion, "You… you made me feel alive again… Thank you, sweetie~"

Sylvaris smirked beneath her. "Alive?" he murmured, voice thick with hunger. "I'm not done with you yet."

Before she could react, he grabbed her hot waist, rolled them over, and slammed her down onto the bed. Her breath left her in a gasp.

He loomed over her now, his eyes glowing, body tense, cock still hard inside her.

"Sylv… wh-what are you—"

He didn't let her finish. He pulled out, flipped her over onto her belly, and yanked her ass up.

Her moan cracked the air.

"W-wait— I'm still—"

SLAP!

His palm cracked against her ass with a vicious smack. Her body jolted, the fat of her cheeks jiggling wildly, like she was nothing but a trembling dessert made for him to devour.

Shit… how does he know I love it rough? The thought barely formed before her moan ripped free—"AhhhHN~!" Half pain, all lust. Uncontrolled and addictive.

"You said you wanted the best night of your life," he growled, gripping her hair and pulling her back, forcing her to arch. "Now shut up and take it."

[Love Meter Increased: 20%]

Shit… this slut my father used to fuck really does love it rough. Good. That's my favorite, too. Sylvaris grinned darkly, eyes drinking in her shuddering body. Watching the Love Meter tick up to 20% made his cock twitch with pride. She's slipping... and she's loving every second of it.

He slammed into her from behind—PLAP!—and she screamed, the sudden intrusion ripping through her overstimulated nerves.

She had just cum moments ago. Her pussy still twitching, fully drenched, and painfully sensitive. And now his cock was slamming back inside like he was picking up right where her orgasm left her broken.

"AhhhHNNN~!" she moaned, loud and raw, her voice cracking as her body trembled beneath him.

The sudden stretch made her gasp. It wasn't gentle anymore. Now he was claiming her in a punishment—PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!—He pistoned into her without mercy. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed like thunder.

She clawed at the sheets. Her moans were no longer delicate. No... They were wrecked. "Ahhhn~! Shit! Sylvaris—! F-Fuck—!"

His hands gripped her hips, slammed her down harder, made her bounce on his cock like a ragdoll.Her E-cup breasts swung beneath her, slapping against each other with each brutal thrust—SLRP—SCHLK—PLK—PLAP!

"You gonna act like I'm still some boy?" he snarled, pounding deeper. "Say it."

She gasped, face buried in the sheets. "S-say what—?"

"Say it," he growled, thrusting deep, voice laced with hunger and something darker. "Say my cock's better than my father's."

He didn't just want to hear it, no... He needed it. His words weren't just filled with lust.They were full of vengeance. A final fuck-you to the man who had ruined so much of his life.

She choked. Her body seized. "W-what…?"

SLAP!

Another smack to her ass, then another—SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!—Her flesh jiggled with each impact.

"Say it."

She whimpered, tears forming in her eyes from the force and shame, but most importantly, pleasure.

"I-I can't…"

SLAP!—THRUST!—PLAP!—His cock speared her again, brushing her womb. Her body shuddered.

"You will."

Then he grabbed her wrists, bound them behind her back with his belt in one motion, and pulled. She cried out, arched harder, and her pussy clenched around him.

Shit, he's going deeper than anyone ever has…

He pulled her up by the hair. Her back arched like a bow. Her bound wrists made her chest puff out. And then he leaned in and growled against her ear:

"Say. It."

Shit… I didn't want to admit it… But he's so much better than his father. Ahhn~ Arathor… I'm so sorry… Sorry I wasted my life, wasted my precious pussy on you. I belong to another man's cock now...

Her thoughts spiraled, helpless and dripping with shameful bliss as his cock split her open again and again. I love it… I love it… I love him!

"AAAHHHHHH~~!" She screamed as another orgasm crashed through her—violent, wet, unstoppable.

She sobbed. But not from shame. Not this time. It was happiness, raw and trembling, pouring from her lips between broken moans. "Y-Your cock... it's... it's better than Arathor's!" Her voice shattered on the last word, like something inside her finally gave out, and gave in.

He slammed in harder—PLAP!

"Louder!"

She screamed it. "YOUR COCK IS BETTER THAN YOUR FATHER'S—AHHHHH!"

And this time, she meant it. She didn't care who heard—the walls, the servants, the gods themselves. She was completely, utterly lost in the forbidden pleasure, and so was he.

Nothing existed outside their bodies. Just sweat, heat, moans, and the raw, reckless need to devour each other.

He released her wrists and flipped her again.

This time, taking her into the missionary position. Legs over his shoulders. Folded in half. Her face twisted with shock, she couldn't believe how easily he moved her.

"Now let's see how your body handles the truth."

He drove into her again—SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!—Her wetness gushed. Her stomach bulged each time he thrust deeper.

"Ahhh—m-my lord—fuuuck—it's too deep—!"

He grabbed her ankles, spread her wider, and leaned in, grinding his cock against her walls with slow, thick strokes.

"You said it. Now you live it."

His cock throbbed deep inside her, pulsing like a heartbeat, each twitch sending jolts of electric pleasure racing through her core. Her inner walls rippled, tightening around him as the pressure surged. It's coming… gods, I'm cumming again... But this time, she came alone.

Her body buckled, her thighs trembling violently as the orgasm slammed into her.

"AHHHH—FUUUCK—AAAHHNN~!" she screamed, her voice breaking as her pussy convulsed around his cock, soaking him in another gush of pure, desperate release.

Her pussy squirted—SPRRRT—PLRP—GLK—AHHHH!—Yet he didn't stop.

He moved her again, shifting her into Lotus position, pulling her into his lap, her legs wrapped around him, bodies pressed flush.

She barely had the strength to rise, her limbs trembling, mind hazy from too many orgasms, but he didn't need her to move.

His hands gripped her hips, and he bounced her like a toy on his cock, using her soaked, sensitive body to chase his own release. Every thrust made her whimper, made her breasts rub against his slick chest, her hard nipples sliding over his skin like sparks on sweat.

Her voice cracked, breathless, broken—"I… I can't take anymore…"

"Oh, yes you can..."