Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

Next, he flipped her again, shifting her body like she weighed nothing, into Pronebone. Her limbs twisted midair like an agile cat, instincts responding before her mind could catch up.

Aureve found herself face-down, ass up, head hanging off the edge of the bed, hair spilling like silk, breath already caught in her throat.

She blinked, dazed. What the hell—? She hadn't even imagined a position like this before—it was wild, filthy, obscene.

But to him this was just another page in the mental playbook of a man who'd spent his past life devouring porn like scripture. He wasn't just fucking her, right now he was reenacting the entire Kama Sutra, frame by frame. And she was living it. All thanks to his favorite inspiration…

The one and only, Mr. Sins.

His cock slid back into her soaked entrance with obscene ease, like her pussy had been molded for him alone. There was no resistance. No hesitation. Just the slick, sinful welcome of a woman whose body had already surrendered.

Then came the thrust, oh so deep, powerful, unapologetically dominant. It wasn't gentle. No, no, no... It was a command. A rhythm set by a man who didn't ask for permission, he took by force.

"Aaahhh~! Hnnh—F-Fuck!" she gasped as he entered, her breath ripping from her lungs—PLAP!—His balls slammed against her clit with the weight of a real man, and that's exactly what Aureve had been craving.

Each thrust was brutal, relentless.

"Ahhh—ahhh—ahhnnn~!" She cried out with every slam, the sound of wet skin clapping echoing through the room. He was stretching her open beyond comprehension, his cock forcing her walls apart, deeper, tighter.

This isn't a cock for beginners… She thought.

Sylvaris's size wasn't just intimidating, it was devastating. Even an experienced woman like her, once poised and proud, was now reduced to a quivering mess, fingers clawing the sheets, barely holding back from cumming over and over again.

"Hhhaaahh~! Aahh!—s-so big… f-fuck…" she sobbed.

His tip kept crashing into her womb—slrk—plrp—ffft!—Every thrust threatened to breach her core completely, to mark her from the inside. And the worst part was—

She wanted him to. Penetrate it... stretch me to the heavens... wreck me. Her moans poured out uncontrollably now—"AAAHH~! SYLV—AHHHNN—YESSS!"—She sounded blessed. Broken. Worshipful. Like a holy maiden defiled on the altar of lust.

Because in that moment, she wasn't just being fucked. She was being blessed. And the sacred instrument was his cock.

Her moans were muffled now. Slurred, cracked, and shattered. Her body had turned to jelly, barely able to support itself as he slammed into her over and over again. Each time his hips collided with her ass—PLAP!—the fat on her cheeks jiggled wildly, rippling under his power like she was made to take it.

And one could see on her face — she felt every inch. Every thrust sent lightning through her spine, her muscles twitching uncontrollably as if his cock had rewired her body completely.

He wasn't just fucking her anymore. He was claiming her. Shaping her. Molding this once-proud, mature woman into nothing more than his personal toy, a soaked vessel for his pleasure, and his alone.

And now, neither of them cared if someone walked in and saw her bent, broken, moaning like a bitch in heat. Her voice had grown loud, unhinged. "A-AHHN~! FUHHH—YES! YES, MORE!"

Luckily, the rooms were enchanted with a sound-dampening spell that kept even the filthiest moans locked inside. A legacy of Arathor himself. The man had once used it to fuck his many women in private, so the rest of the house wouldn't hear.

But now… The spell protected his son. And Sylvaris was using it to make his father's woman submit to a better cock.

The irony is fucking divine. Well done, Author.

To think that his own son, in his own house, was breaking his woman… If he knew, Arathor would be ripping his hair out in rage until he was bald.

And Aureve didn't even fight it. She couldn't. Because she loved it.

And now, even if she wanted to… she could never take another man again. Not after this. She was already ruined. Her pussy had been reshaped, one could say even retrained to respond to one man only. Exclusive to Sylvaris.

And then he grabbed her hair, fist tight at the scalp, and yanked her head up with a growl.

Her eyes, dazed and watering, snapped open and landed on the mirror across the room. What she saw there wasn't a noble woman. Wasn't a loyal wife. Not even someone dignified or holy. It was her. Fucked. Ruined. Owned.

Her face was twisted in bliss. Her lips parted, tongue dangling out, moans slurring from her throat like prayers. Her hair was a wild mess, her cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes glazed with submission and need. And all of it…

Looked so damn happy.

Sylvaris leaned close to her ear, his voice a whisper laced with thunder. "Look at yourself. That's what a woman looks like when she's addicted to her lover's son."

Her body jerked on reflex, pussy tightening around him so hard he grunted.

"AhhhHNN~!" she cried out, lips quivering. "Is… is that happy woman… me?" she muttered through the noise, voice broken, laced with wonder and disbelief.

She watched her own reflection, watched herself get pounded like she belonged to it. Watched her tits bounce. Watched her mouth open in pure, unrestrained lust. Watched her soul crack in half and surrender.

Shit... it feels so good… so fucking good…

She had fallen head over heels… in love with his cock.

Not just because of the size that stretched her out beyond recognition. But the way he used her. The way he manhandled her like she was made to be claimed.

"Fuhhhck... Sylvaris... I want this forever..."

Her heart thundered in sync with his hips—PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!—The bed slammed under them, soaked, squeaking. Her moans hit the mirror and bounced back, filling the room in chorus.

This is it... this is what I needed...

Two souls, one broken, one reborn, were colliding.

And deep inside her, the heat returned, climbing again, faster this time. Wild. Dangerous. Unstoppable.

Her pussy exploded around him—"AHHHHNN~! FUUUCK—!"—She screamed as her body convulsed, cumming nonstop, lost in a storm of hot pleasure.

Her entire frame twisted, spasming uncontrollably as her walls clenched down on Sylvaris's cock like a vice, so tight, pulsing, and desperate to swallow every inch of him.

The pressure was insane. It hurt him like crazy. A squeeze was so intense, it felt like she was trying to milk the soul out of him. But he didn't stop. He didn't even flinch. He gritted his teeth, groaned through the pain. He didn't want to stop, because it felt too fucking good to be inside his step mom, who's pussy was perfect. Hungry for his cum.

And Sylvaris let her have it. His own orgasm built fast and dangerous, like a volcano, and when it hit, it was like a cannon firing deep into her womb.

"FUCK—TAKE IT!" he roared, as his cock throbbed violently and exploded inside her—SPRRRT—GLRCH—SPRTTT—A thick, monstrous release shot from his tip. Wave after wave rushing straight into her, flooding her insides with heavy, molten heat.

If it weren't for his special skill, she'd be pregnant a dozen times over. But Aureve didn't know that. All she felt was the warmth filling her womb… the weight… the stretching fullness that made her toes curl and her mind go blank.

She trembled, eyes rolling, her breath stuttering out in ragged, open-mouthed gasps. "I-it's too much… I'm gonna—pass ou—haaahhh~!" Her body collapsed, arms limp, legs still twitching.She was ruined. Drained.

But Sylvaris wasn't done yet.

He looked down at her ruined, flushed, twitching form, his cum leaking from her stretched pussy, her body still twitching from aftershocks. And then he smirked.

I've still got another load ready... She wanted the night of her life... and I'm going to give her the one she'll never recover from.