Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

"Haaa… haaa…" their breaths mingled in the heavy air, slow and ragged, like twin storms settling after the clash. Sylvaris lay atop Aureve's half-naked frame, her curves pressed into the shallow black water beneath them, droplets clinging to her skin like dew on silk. Her chest rose and fell with every breath, her fire dimmed but not extinguished, and their eyes—locked—held no more lies.

She shifted slightly, wrists pulling against his grip, but he held her down easily, his manly strength pressing her into place, not cruelly, but decisively, and that was the truth of it—no matter how skilled a woman was in battle, once a man like him pinned them, it was over. There was a difference between power and dominance, and she was learning it firsthand now. She was a warrior. But beneath him, she had become something else entirely.

"Finally… got… you…" he murmured between heavy breaths, each word laced with equal parts exhaustion and desire, his voice hoarse from the battle, and from the way his arousal now pulsed thick and heavy between them, pressed against the soaked fabric covering her entrance. The entire fight had been a blur of heat and tension, a dance between blade and body, but this—this moment—was the climax he hadn't expected, and it hit him harder than any strike.

Fighting women… might just be my new favorite sport, he thought with a grin, especially when their clothes fall off piece by piece, and they moan instead of scream. Just the memory of how her breasts had spilled free mid-fight made his cock throb, swelling harder now, pushing firmly against her folds through the soaked lace. Yeah… this might become my signature style… strip them with swordplay, pin them with power, and take my prize with pride.

"What are you—?!" she started to speak, voice trembling, but he felt her hips twitch under him, not from resistance, but from that unmistakable heat blooming inside her—the kind that no woman could fake. Her face flushed, cheeks blooming pink, and for the first time since their blades crossed, the proud warrior disappeared behind the gaze of a woman… and not just any woman, but one whose body had already started to betray her.

He leaned in slowly, lips grazing her ear, his breath hot and thick, and he whispered with a voice soaked in heat and control, "So this is your true appearance… I have to say, you're so pretty, Aureve. This form of yours… it's dangerous. You outdid yourself…"

She trembled beneath him as he kissed the side of her neck, each press of his lips slow and sensual, tongue tasting the sweat and magic clinging to her skin. His kisses were like hot honey poured along her throat, sweet and burning, and when his lips found the hollow beneath her ear, she gasped—a sound so soft and feminine it caught even her off-guard.

"I… I don't deserve this… Sylvaris… I—I—" her words fell apart between moans, her voice cracking, eyes starting to water, and he could feel it now—real regret beneath the fire. Real emotion surfacing, thick and painful and honest.

But he didn't pull back.

He smiled, warm and dark.

"I don't care that you stole my core. I don't care that you once wanted me dead. As long as you stay by my side now…" his voice dropped lower, velvet and final, "I'll let it all pass."

And then he leaned closer, licking a slow line down her jaw before pressing his lips to her collarbone, voice curling against her skin like wine-soaked temptation, "But you'll have to repay me… with your body, my love~"

Every syllable sank into her soul like silk-draped steel, wrapping around her thoughts, dragging her under his spell, and even as her lips parted to argue, to scream, to deny—she couldn't. Her body was already melting. Her resolve was already his.

"But… but… what I did… I can't undo," she cried, her voice trembling now, the fire in her tone flickering into something fragile. "I can't revert time and save you from losing your power… I can't take back the moment I gave birth to your brother… I can't go back and be the woman you deserved from the start. I wish… I wish you had been my first, my only man… I wish I didn't have to suffer all those years in silence, locked away in this cursed house, forced to serve that arrogant fool your father is…"

Her voice cracked fully now, sobs building in her throat like storms breaking through the skin. "I hate him. I hate this place. I hate everything about it. I hate this world. I… I hate myself!" she wailed, and the dam broke, her sobs rising from her chest in raw, broken gasps that shattered everything she had tried to hold together.

Beneath him, her body trembled. Not from pleasure. Not from lust. But from grief.

And Sylvaris, still on top of her, still pressed to her half-naked frame, looked down at the woman who had fought him like a goddess and cried now like a child, and for the first time, he truly saw her. Not as an enemy. Not as a traitor. Not even as a lover.

But as another shattered soul.

Just like him.

She, too, had bled for things she couldn't undo. She, too, had lived a life where regret curled into every breath. She was flawed, ruined, guilty—and perfect. A perfect match for him.

Instead of continuing to kiss her neck, instead of dragging her deeper into lust and fire, he pulled back slowly, and then—without a word—wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, tighter than anyone had ever held her before. Her body collapsed into his chest, her tears soaking his skin, and she didn't even realize how badly she needed it until now.

He didn't need to say anything. He didn't need to fuck her into silence. He simply gave her what no one else ever had—a wall. A shield. A bastion strong enough to keep her safe from the world, from her guilt, from herself. His body became the fortress her soul could finally rest inside.

And in that moment, Sylvaris didn't conquer her.

He saved her.

Her breath calmed slowly, her sobs fading into quiet trembling, and then her voice, softer than ever before, rose like a prayer against his ear.

"Thank you, sweetie… I love you so much… let me be yours in this lifetime… From today, I will forever be by your side… my Sylvaris…"

He lifted his head, stunned by the purity in her voice, only to see her body beginning to fade, glowing faintly now, her skin turning to light, her form unraveling into magic and memory. His lips parted, as if to speak, but she beat him to it, lifting her face from the water one final time, leaning up, and giving him a kiss.

It wasn't lustful.

It wasn't desperate.

It was fiery and soft, a kiss that tasted like goodbye and forever in the same breath.

And then, as his eyes stayed locked to hers, the world began to collapse—the black water rippling into stars, the chamber walls crumbling like smoke, and Aureve's form dissolving in his arms, her warmth the last thing to leave.

And just like that… she was gone.