Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

Her mouth was too close to his. Too close. Every shaky breath she took came out hot and heavy, fanning across his neck like a fever trying to crawl under his skin. It made his pulse hammer. Made his cock swell. Her scent, her warmth, her weight—fuck—it was too much. His shaft had already grown rock hard beneath the surface, but now it throbbed, twitching against her soaked pussy like it had a mind of its own. It wasn't just pressing—it was begging, demanding to be let in. To fill her. To stretch her open and claim what the heat between them promised.

"You keep pressing me… with such power, such demand… Do you want me that much, Sylvaris?" Her voice quivered with heat, with something raw and unspoken. Iselynne's eyes were no longer just ice-blue. They shimmered now—flushed with a hint of pink that danced at the edges like blooming desire, fragile but unmistakable.

Sylvaris noticed, but it didn't matter. Not now. Not when her bare thighs were straddling him. Not when her soaked pussy kept grinding along the length of his shaft, coating him with her slick heat. Every motion sent lightning through his nerves, every pulse of her body against his cock made his self-control fracture.

Fuck…

He was close. Too close. It had been too long. His balls were swollen, full to the brink, and the way she kept rubbing herself on him—it was torture, it was bliss, it was a loaded gun with the safety off. Just a little more pressure, a little more friction, and he was going to explode.

"I do... but—"

"Shhh..." Her finger pressed against his lips, soft and trembling, but the look in her eyes was anything but uncertain. "Don't say anything more. Because I feel the same, Sylvaris. I don't understand why… or how… but I know this feeling. I need this. We both do. And..." Her cheeks flushed so beautifully, it made his chest ache. "...it's my first time, you know? So I want it to be with you. Only you. Forever you."

Those words.

Shit... I'm so done.

She didn't know what she just said. Didn't understand what it unlocked inside him. That single confession—her first time, given to him—it snapped something inside his mind, a primal click that ripped the chains off the beast slumbering in his blood.

His cock twitched beneath her, rising like a divine weapon answering its summoning—Claim her. Mark her. Fill her—She felt it too. Her thighs trembled as her slick folds brushed against his shaft, the heat between them overwhelming. And then, slowly, his hands gripped her hips. Large, steady, but shaking slightly. He lifted her just enough, and guided her down.

—SSSSHHLLK—

A wet, stretching sound echoed between their bodies as the swollen head of his cock pushed inside. Her tight entrance resisted at first, squeezing, clenching, but then—she opened for him. Her voice broke the silence with a raw moan that was part pain, part rapture.

"A-ahhhhnnn!" she cried, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "It's… it's so big… gods…!"

Her walls clenched around him like velvet fire, tight beyond belief, hugging every inch of him as he slowly, painfully slowly, pushed in deeper. Every second dragged like an eternity. Every inch inside her felt like he was being pulled into something sacred and sinful all at once.

Fuuuuck, she's so tight. So warm. So wet.

Her breath came in broken gasps, chest rising and falling against his, nipples brushing his skin like teasing flame. And then—POP—his tip finally passed through the final barrier, tearing her virginity with a slow, deliberate thrust.

"AHHhhhhh—mmmgh!" Her moan rose into a whimper, her body jerking as her hips bucked reflexively. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but she didn't pull away. She clung to him tighter.

"Sylvaris… it hurts... but… it's okay. I want it. I want you."

His jaw clenched, muscles trembling as he forced himself to stay still. Don't move yet. She needs time. But her tight pussy kept pulsing around him, her hips twitching, welcoming him in deeper even while she trembled—SSLP... SLICK... SCHLKT...—Her juices coated his shaft in a glistening sheen, every slight movement creating the filthiest melody of flesh meeting flesh. He could hear her breath stuttering, could feel her pussy fluttering as she adjusted to his size, her body learning his shape, memorizing it.

Then she leaned in. Pressed her lips softly to his. A kiss that tasted of trust, lust, and something dangerously close to love.

"I'm yours now," she whispered.

And Sylvaris—he snapped.

Their mouths met with a trembling—mmmnnf—lips brushing, catching, and then locking tight—Mwah… slrp… slk…—Their tongues tangled with a slow, wet schlick, sliding against each other with slick precision, tasting every soft moan between parted breaths.

"Mmhh~ aahhh…" she whimpered into his mouth, her voice melting into the kiss as his hand cupped the back of her head—Sluurp… schhhlk… smack…—Each kiss grew hungrier—sticky and messy—lips popping, sucking, wet sounds filling the tiny space around them like the rhythm of a private storm.

"Ahh—S-Sylvaris… mmhh—don't stop…"

Mwah… mwah… slrrrp… pop...—Their mouths were drunk on each other, devouring, not just kissing. She moaned into him, her voice breaking apart in shuddering gasps as his lips trailed down her jaw, then her neck, planting noisy, open-mouthed kisses that echoed—slrp… schlkt… smmmk—down her bare, heated skin.

He moved slowly, deliberately, pushing deeper inside her inch by trembling inch, all while his mouth claimed hers in slow, messy kisses—Slrrrp… mwah… smack…—Her lips trembled, her breath caught with every stretch, and he could feel it—her untouched walls clenching hard around his cock, trying to push him out even as her hips refused to back away.

So tight. Fucking impossible not to move faster.

He could feel every ripple, every quiver of her body fighting to adjust to his size. Her virgin pussy hugged him like a vise, squeezing his shaft with maddening pressure that begged for release. But he held on. He had to.

He didn't want to hurt her, not truly—not when she'd trusted him, given herself to him like this. But he also knew the truth. The deeper he went, the sooner her body would stop fighting and start craving. The pain had to come now, all at once, or this wouldn't be pleasure for either of them. It would be awkward, clumsy, half-satisfying friction. And that wasn't what he wanted.

He wanted her to remember this. To crave it. To beg for it again.

So he braced her hips. Let out a trembling breath. And thrust all the way in—SHHHRLLK—!

She cried out, body arching, walls convulsing around him like her pussy was trying to swallow him whole.

"A-ahhh! S-Sylvaris!"

"I know..." he whispered through gritted teeth. "Just hold on. I promise, it gets better."

But fuck, it was killing him.

Her inner walls gripped him like molten silk wrapped in fire, squeezing his cock with such force he felt like he was being milked already. His body screamed to move, to thrust, to explode inside her. But he bit his tongue—literally—trying to stay grounded.

Sweat dripped down his back. His abs tensed, his thighs flexed beneath her, twitching with the strain. The tip of his cock throbbed inside her with each heartbeat, leaking warmth into her tight core.

Fuck. If I cum now, I'll ruin it. I'll ruin everything.

He clenched his fists into the sheets. He imagined the worst things possible—old, dusty temples. Rotting food. His naked grandma doing jumping jacks. Anything. Anything to fight back the orgasm building inside him like a storm.

Still, her walls kept twitching. Massaging him. Pulling him deeper.

And that moan she made—high-pitched, trembling, mixed with pain and something far more dangerous—desire—

"Mmmhh... gods... you're so... big..."

No. No, don't say shit like that. Not now. Not when I'm hanging on by a thread!

He gritted his teeth harder, buried his face in her neck, and whispered low and guttural, "You're going to break me, Iselynne..."

"Good," she purred, her voice lowering into something darker, silkier—like honey laced with poison. "Then I'll make sure to break you... until your body, your thoughts, your cock—everything—belongs to me and me alone. No more glancing at that pretty little whore from the Adventurers' Guild... mmm... you're mine now. Only mine. Forever."

There it was.

That glint in her eyes—possessive, twisted, beautiful. Her yandere side bleeding through the softness, showing her true motive for being naked in his bath to begin with. She didn't stumble into this.

She planned it. Stalked it. Wanted him so completely it made her body burn.

And yet... maybe it wasn't a loss for Sylvaris at all. Maybe it was the best kind of victory.

"I love you, Sylvaris... I love you so much..."

Her voice cracked—high and trembling—like it was escaping straight from her soul, not her lips. She clung to him tighter, her breath hot against his neck, her thighs trembling as his cock throbbed deep inside her. Her walls fluttered again, and a fresh gush of slick heat soaked around his length.

Fuck... did she just get wetter from saying that?

Sylvaris froze for a moment, his heart thudding against her chest. That confession... it wasn't sweet. It wasn't calm. It was desperate. Like she needed him more than oxygen, like her whole existence was now wired to his cock pulsing inside her.

She pulled back just enough to look at him, her eyes wide and glassy, pupils dilated.

"I don't want anyone else to touch you. Ever. I want you to cum only for me. Inside me. Every single time." Her fingers slid down his chest, nails lightly dragging as her hips gave a slow, grinding circle against him—Schlllkt... slrp...

A moan escaped her lips, soft and breathy, "Mmmhhh... Sylvaris..."

His breath hitched.

Shit. She means it. She's completely gone. Obsessed.

And god help him—he loved it.