Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

Her hips moved like she was already a pro—or maybe she was just a natural-born temptress. A woman sculpted by lust itself. Every roll of her waist was divine sin, and the way her wide hips bounced with each grind… it made Sylvaris lose his mind.

Her pussy, once tight and trembling, was now taking his full length like it was carved for him alone. And yet—gods above—it still squeezed him like it didn't want to let him go. Like her body was begging him to breed her.

Squelch... schlkt... schhhhllk...—The sounds of her soaked heat swallowing him in again and again made his spine arch.

The way her pussy wraps around my cock is insane… she's literally sucking me in… fuck, it's dangerous… it's too good...

His thoughts crashed, wild and broken as her heat gripped him tighter with every slow thrust. She wasn't just fucking him. She was consuming him. His mind frayed at the edges, unraveling with every wet slap of skin, every moan she let out, every spasm of her greedy core around his cock.

Why? Why this one?

He'd fucked goddesses. He'd ruined witches, made beastkin cry out his name for nights. But none of them had ever made him feel like this. Like he was going to break apart from holding back. Like the act of fucking was worship.

His golden eyes locked onto hers—glass-like, wild, overflowing with heat. She looked like she was already halfway gone. But he didn't want her to cum just yet. No. Not until—

He wanted to see it. Wanted to watch her climax around him, because of him, until her body spasmed, her voice cracked, and her mind melted into a moaning mess. That was the victory he needed. That was what he lived for.

He grabbed her ass harder, grounding her against his pelvis, letting her grind and ride him as deep as she wanted.

"Come on," he growled under his breath, voice sharp with desire. "Lose it for me."

"Mmmhh~ y-yes... Sylvaris... god, yes..." she moaned against his neck, her lips brushing soft kisses between each breathless cry. "I'm close... I'm so close... I-I can't... hold it...!"

Her tongue flicked over his skin, then she bit down gently—possessive, shaking—with a muffled whimper. Her hips moved faster now, grinding, bouncing, desperate, her soaked pussy clapping down onto his cock with fast, filthy rhythm.

SPLK! SCHLKT! SLRP! SLAP-SCHLKT!—The lewd wetness echoed around them, sticky and loud, as her walls spasmed with every motion, milking him, begging for his seed.

"Fuuuuck~ I want it... I want you to break me... fill me... make me yours forever!"

Sylvaris couldn't take it anymore. Her heat, her voice, her filthy moans licking at his ear—it shattered something inside him. A dam broke. His restraint, already frayed to the thinnest thread, snapped.

"Fuck it..." he growled, voice low and guttural, like a beast crawling up his throat.

His hands slammed down onto her hips, fingers digging in, gripping her like she might disappear if he let go. Her thighs quivered in surprise, her breath caught—and then he thrust up—SPLK!

Her moan tore out of her like a scream caught in velvet. "A-AHHhnn—!"

And then he moved.

He fucked her. Hard. Fast. Without mercy.

The water around them exploded, waves crashing up the sides of the bath, slapping against their bodies. His hips pounded upward, a relentless rhythm of wet, brutal, possessive slaps. The sound was deafening—SLAP-SCHLKT! SPLASH! SLAP! SCHLLRRP!

Her pussy couldn't keep up—it spasmed, sucked, gushed around him. Slick heat poured down his shaft with every thrust. She wailed, collapsing into his chest, biting his shoulder just to keep herself from screaming loud enough to shake the inn.

"Mmmhh—S-Sylvaris! I can't—AHH! It's—too much—!"

But he didn't stop.

He couldn't.

His cock was a weapon now—firing into her over and over, deep, fast, mindless. Each thrust slapped against her soaked entrance, water spraying around them with every pump. Her breasts bounced against his chest, nipples dragging against his skin, her nails clawing down his back with every snap of his hips.

"Cum for me!" he growled into her ear, voice ragged, teeth gritted. "Cum with me!"

"A-Ahhhnnnn! I'm—I'm cumming—!" she cried, hips stuttering.

Her pussy clamped down on him hard, locking him inside. It pulsed like a heartbeat, waves of tight spasms wringing his cock, milking him. She threw her head back, her mouth wide in a silent scream as her orgasm hit like a lightning strike—violent, beautiful, uncontrollable.

And Sylvaris—he roared.

"Fuuuuuck—!"

His hips slammed in one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he came—hard. His cock twitched inside her, spilling thick ropes of cum deep into her fluttering core. The sensation, the heat, the pressure—it triggered a second wave in her, her whole body convulsing as she squirted lightly around his shaft, mixing with his seed, soaking his thighs.

SCHLLRRT... SPLK... SPLASH...—The bath water stilled slowly around them, swirling with heat and the evidence of their climax.

Iselynne collapsed against him, panting, trembling, her body shaking in aftershock.

"You're mine now... Sylvaris... forever..." she whispered.

[Harem God Energy: RESTORED]

[Analyzing mate compatibility...]

[Potential: 10,000%]

[Love Meter exceeded 100%]

[Current Bond Level: 104% – Obsessive Devotion]

[You have secured a Realm-Level Harem God Seed Member]

[Reward Unlocked: Enhanced Endurance]

You can now last 30 minutes longer than usual without any problems, as long as you wish for it.

[Stamina Fully Restored]

All fatigue and strain have been nullified. You may proceed with the next session.

[Breeding Authorization: GRANTED]

Target: Iselynne

Status: Automatically Accepted

Reason: User's love interest value has exceeded 100%

[New Harem Member Added: Iselynne]

Type: Obsessive Virgin

Unique Trait: Possessive AffectionBond Status: Permanent

[Inherited Ability Acquired: Ten Thousand Year Old True Ice Control]

Effect: Grants dominion over ancient-grade Ice Mana

Affinity Bonus: +15% to all Ice-based attacks and resistances

[Side Quest Activated: Marathon of Madness]

Objective: Continue breeding session for 10 hours uninterrupted

Reward: Hidden Passive Ability – [Endless Passion]

Effect: Sexual climax no longer drains stamina or focus

Status: In Progress

Sylvaris didn't even speak. He didn't need to.

He reached down, hooked his arms beneath her trembling thighs and back, and lifted her straight from the bath—soaked, slick, dripping with everything they'd done. Water streamed down her naked body, glistening off her skin like she was sculpted from frost and sex. She gasped, arms clutching around his neck as her breath hitched.

"S-Sylvaris…?"

But his eyes burned gold. Ferocious. Wild. Focused on nothing but her.

He stepped from the bath like a god returning from war, carrying his reward in his arms. He didn't care that the room stank of mildew, that the floor was sticky, that the stained bed sheets looked like they'd seen a hundred regrets. None of it mattered.

He was holding perfection.

A soaked, shivering, fucked-dumb virgin who had given herself to him, who moaned his name like a prayer and looked at him like a god.

She bit her lip as he set her down—slow, gentle, almost reverent. But that reverence ended the moment she hit the mattress.

He spread her legs apart.

Wide.

She gasped, her breath catching again as cool air kissed her soaked folds, still twitching, still dripping from the first round. His cock was already pulsing back to full strength, the system's restored stamina coursing through his veins like molten fuel.

And Sylvaris—he didn't wait this time.

He climbed onto the bed like a beast about to feast, grabbed her thighs again, and slammed into her with a brutal, wet thrust—SLLRP—SLAP!

"AhhhHNN—!" she cried out, her voice echoing off the stone walls of the inn.

He didn't care who heard.

Let them listen. Let them hear exactly what it sounded like when a harem god took his woman.

His hips snapped forward again. And again—SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—SPLK—SPLK—SLAP!

The bed creaked violently beneath them, bumping against the wall, but it still wasn't loud enough to drown out the wet, filthy chorus of her pussy clapping around him.

"S-Sylvaris! It's—hahhh—so deep—again—!"

"You said forever," he growled, voice dark and thick, chest heaving as he drove into her. "So take it all. Take every inch until you forget your name."

She was already on the edge again. Her legs trembled. Her head thrashed on the pillow. Her breasts bounced with every savage thrust. Her pussy gushed, the sheets beneath them dampening with every wet slap as his cock slammed in and out of her like a piston.

He leaned in, biting her earlobe as she moaned helplessly, and whispered, "I'm not stopping this time."

She sobbed with pleasure, arms wrapping around his back, legs locking around his waist, pulling him even deeper—SLAP-SLAP-SLAP—SCHHHLKT—SLRP!—He moved faster.

Harder.

Each thrust dragged a new scream from her throat, her body arching off the bed as her mind spiraled. The room stank of sex now—sweat, soaked linen, leaking cum, pure animalistic rutting—and he loved it. Every inch of this broken room was sacred now because she was in it. Because he was inside her.

"I love you—Sylvaris—ahhh—don't stop—please—I'm going to—again—!"

"Do it," he growled into her neck. "Break again for me."

And he slammed into her—balls deep, hips grinding down as her orgasm hit like a violent quake, her body shuddering beneath him, pussy milking him as he groaned, finally letting go—finally cumming inside her again with a thick, endless flood that made her eyes roll back.