Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

For the final round, Sylvaris didn't hesitate. He knew exactly how he wanted to finish her. In a standing pose.

He would lift her. Press her up against the wall. Let her legs wrap around his waist one last time, while his cock carved its place inside her body permanently. Not just for tonight. No... He wanted to mark her as his, forever.

The air in the room had turned thick, almost humid with the stench of sex and sweat. The walls sweated with them. The once white and neat bed sheets were ruined. Cum dripped onto the floor like sacrament.

And through all that heat, he still pulsed with need. His cock was made of steel, twitching with the fury of a man who hadn't just fucked, but conquered.

He looked at her with blazing eyes. Aureve lay there, sprawled and dazed, her skin glowing, soaked, her legs still twitching from the last orgasm. Her mouth hung open. Her eyes were glassy, lost in pleasure and disbelief. Her body had already given up, but Sylvaris hadn't.

His muscles ached, coated in sweat. But the fire in his chest only burned hotter. Every time he inhaled, he smelled the raw scent of tender pussy and her surrender to him, and it only made him harder.

She's almost done, he thought, licking his lips. I can't break her completely. At least, not on our first night together.

His chest rose and fell as he stepped closer, cock swaying heavy between his thighs like a weapon of divine punishment, so thick, veined, and intimidating. It hung low like a baseball bat, ready to deliver another brutal, soul-wrecking strike.

He stared down at her ruined body. She was twitching from pleasure, soaked in her and his sweat, and beautifully fucked into a masterpiece. Her skin was flushed, lips parted in exhaustion, her thighs still quivering from the last orgasm. But more than that… She was his now. Already his woman. The one he claimed, owned, and marked.

To his surprise, above her, the glowing system window flickered into view, hovering like a divine seal of victory.

[Love Meter has reached 50%]

[Would you like to add Aureve Saelithorn to your harem as the fourth wife?]

A wicked grin curled across Sylvaris's lips.

Aureve... My sweet, forbidden Auntie… She probably never imagined this night would come. Never thought she'd be here, cheating on my scum father, much less doing it with his own son. But here she is… Moaning on my cock like she'd been waiting years for it.

And now she's a part of my harem. The irony sometimes burns deliciously I have to say... The same woman my father used to fuck… now kneeling in the shadow of my cock.

Sylvaris didn't hesitate, still grinning, he clicked on the system window, and a rush of heat surged through his body the moment it confirmed his claim.

[Aureve has been absorbed into your harem!]

[New 4th Harem Member Exclusive, Passive Stat Bonus Obtained: +10% Agility]

[Once Love Meter reaches 75%, you will unlock her special skill]

Hahaha! Nice! Shit, I wonder how strong will I get when I have over 20 women, no 50! This feel so fucking good, having sex and growing more powerful is a bliss!

He couldn't stop now. He simply didn't want to let her rest anymore.

Just the thought of what he was doing sent a rush of lust straight to his cock. He could feel it throbbing, rising again, like vengeance incarnate.

Wrecking that bastard's marriage… ruining the pride of the Elyndor house with my cock…

He wanted more.

I want to fuck all of his wives.

Not just to taste them. Not even to claim them. To ruin him. To make every moan, every cry of pleasure from their mouths, become another nail in his father's coffin. And when all was said and done, when Arathor had nothing left, he would take Mother too.

Not as a lover, of course. She was his biological mother after all. But as justice. He would find her a place far away from this twisted house, far from that cold, prideful man. Maybe he'd even find her someone gentle. Someone deserving. Someone who could finally make her smile. But only if that person loved his mom and passed his test.

Because Arathor never did.

And Sylvaris would make sure that bastard watched it all crumble. Watched the harem he built fall under the weight of his own son's cock.

The heat in the room grew heavier all of a sudden, his hands flexed, his jaw clenched, and his cock twitched.

I'm not done with her yet.

He didn't ask. He didn't speak. He simply moved like a beast that knew exactly what belonged to him.

"Ah?! What are you—?"

Sylvaris lifted her, arms locking under her trembling thighs, and slammed her back against the wall. The wooden frame groaned under the force, dust trembling from its corners.

Aureve's breath hitched as her spine struck the surface, heat flashing across her flushed cheeks. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist on instinct, slick thighs sealing him in—"Hhhnn~!"—A trembling, high-pitched moan escaped her lips, half breath, half surrender.

Her head dropped against his shoulder, but her blue eyes met his just before it did. Glossy like glass. So weak, yet burning with desire. The kind of look that didn't ask to be fucked… it begged for it. That gaze shot straight through him, made his cock twitch violently as if it had a mind of its own.

She wants it again. And I'm going to give her every last drop.

The thought pulsed through him like wildfire. His cock throbbed, aching, the heat building to dangerous levels, like pressure behind a dam about to burst. It was still soaked with the remnants of multiple orgasms, yet it slid back into her like it belonged there without resistance or pause—Schlk… plrp… ffft…

She gasped. "Shit... I—I can't… I can't anymore, Sylvaris… We should—"

Her voice was a whisper of defeat and desire, her body twitching in overstimulation. Every nerve in her cunt was already screaming, already sore, already broken.

But why would he stop now? The fire between them was only getting hotter.

He leaned in, breath warm against her skin, teeth grazing her earlobe, voice dripping with lust and domination.

"No, Aureve... I want you so much. Let's celebrate together... this new connection. Your pussy is mine from now on. And I'll be yours forever."

His grip tightened as he whispered the final words, grinding his cock against her soaked slit.

"And tonight... you belong to me."

And he gave her everything—PLAP!—His hips slammed forward.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!—Her body jolted each time her back hit the wall. Her moans were hoarse, broken by breathless cries—"Ahhh!—fuhh—haaah—Sylva—AAAHH~!"

Her nails dug into his back, trying to hold on. Her walls clenched and fluttered, already gushing around him again, her juices dripping down his thighs, onto the floor.

His arms flexed, muscles hard, as he bounced her up and down his cock like she was light as air, nothing but a toy meant to be broken one last time.

Her vision blurred, completely gone, lost in the haze of overwhelming pleasure. Everything turned dark at the edges. She couldn't see. She could only feel...

Feel the way his cock drove into her, over and over, slamming in, dragging out, pounding her like she was nothing but a bitch in heat—PLAP—PLAP—PLAP!—And she loved it.

Loved being used like this. Loved belonging to him. Every thrust erased her pride, her past, her shame, until there was only this heat, this rhythm, this filthy, perfect ruin.

Fucking hell, I'm splitting open… she thought, mouth slack—Slrk—plrp—schlk—fffplap!—Her head rolled back. Her breasts pressed against his chest, slick with sweat, nipples rubbing skin to skin.

His cock drove deeper, bottoming out, every single stroke kissing her womb with a brutal, relentless grind.

He's going to kill me… fuck me until I disappear… her thoughts screamed.

But her pussy betrayed her. It clenched harder, pulsing around him, begging for the end she secretly craved.

"S-Sylvaris! I'm—aaahh—fuck—I'm cumming again—!" Her voice cracked like glass.

He growled into her ear, breath hot and possessive. "Do it. Cum all over my cock again. I want you to drown me."

Schlk—schlk—PLRP—PLRP!—The sound was wet. Unforgiving. Obscene.

Her moans turned into sobs. "Ahhh—hnnnghh—fuckkk—ahhhhnn~!"

And then she finally shattered. Her pussy flooded, release bursting around him in a violent gush, soaking his cock, soaking his stomach, soaking the wall—"AAAHHHH—SYLVARIS—AAAHH!"—Her body convulsed, twitching wildly in his arms.

But he didn't stop. Because now it was his turn. His thrusts became erratic, brutal, cock swelling inside her.

Too tight… too hot… fuck, I'm gonna—He hissed. He grunted. And then he slammed her flush to the wall, balls slapping up with one last devastating drive.

"Nngghhh—take it—take it—fuck!" His cock burst, cum exploding from the tip in thick, molten waves—SPRRRT—GLLRP—SCHLCH—SPRTTTT—The pressure inside her was unbearable, her womb filled, swollen, and drenched in his essence.

She let out a strangled moan, almost silent now, the strength completely gone from her. He groaned against her neck, holding her pinned, still twitching deep inside. They collapsed together onto the bed in a heap of limbs, sweat, and cum. Their breaths were ragged. The silence that followed was heavier than any moan.

He kissed her forehead and then whispered gently:

"Now you'll never forget whose cock made you feel alive again."