Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

Sylvaris groaned, grinding his hips down as the last rope of cum spilled deep into her. Her body trembled beneath him, twitching from the aftershock. Her pussy twitched too—again and again—like it was trying to milk him dry, not letting a single drop escape.

"Fuck…" he muttered against her skin, watching the way her mouth hung open, breathless, her cheeks flushed, eyes half-closed in pure, shattered bliss.

He pulled out slowly—SCHLLRT—plk...—A soft slurp echoed from between her thighs as his cock slipped free, thick with a mix of her juices and his cum. It clung to her folds, dripping, sliding down her thighs and onto the sheets in a glistening trail.

And yet, despite how wrecked she looked—she still raised her ass. Just slightly. As if it were a trembling offer. A subconscious invitation.

Sylvaris grinned. "Not done yet."

He grabbed her waist and flipped her over in one motion. She gasped as her cheek pressed to the mattress, arms above her head, ass lifted high—perfect, round, still shaking. Her pussy was swollen, lips puffy and red, leaking their combined climax with every throb.

He lined himself up again, guiding his cock to her soaked entrance with one hand, the other planted firmly on her lower back, keeping her in place.

And then he slammed back in—SLLRP—SLAP!

"AhhhHHHN—!" she cried, voice muffled into the pillow.

Her body jerked forward, hands grabbing fistfuls of the sheets. Sylvaris didn't give her a moment. He pulled back and thrust again—SLAP! SLAP! SCHLKT!—Her ass bounced with every brutal stroke, her pussy sucking him in with wet, greedy sounds—SLRRP—SPLK—SLAP!

"Sylvaris! T-Too much—mmhnnn—f-fuck—!"

"You begged for it," he growled, his hips snapping harder. "Said you wanted to be broken. So I'm not stopping till you're mine in every way."

His balls clapped against her clit with every thrust now, and she wailed. Her legs quivered, her toes curled, and her ass trembled under his grip.

"Louder," he whispered, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back. "Let the whole damn inn know who's fucking you."

"I-I love it!" she cried, tears streaking her cheeks as he slammed deeper. "I love your cock—Sylvaris—nghh—it's too good—!"

SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—SLRP—SLCHT!—The sound of their bodies was relentless now—flesh on flesh, soaked and violent. His cock disappeared into her again and again, and each thrust dragged another flood of slick heat down her thighs.

He looked down. Her ass was red from the impact, her back arched perfectly. Her pussy kept clenching, pulling him deeper, and each squeeze sent shivers up his spine.

She was so wet he could feel every twitch inside her. Every time her body tightened, every time she whimpered, it only made him pound harder.

"Say it again," he hissed, fucking her faster.

"I love you—I love your cock—I want more—fill me again—!"

And he did.

He grunted, grabbed her hips tighter, and slammed into her faster, rougher. Her screams turned into desperate sobs of pleasure, her walls fluttering around him, building again toward the edge.

"I'm gonna—ahhh—Sylvaris—I'm—!"

"Do it," he commanded, sweat dripping down his chest as his abs tensed. "Cum with me again."

His balls tightened. His thrusts got sloppy. And with one final deep, brutal plunge—SLAM!—They came together again.

She screamed, body convulsing, juices squirting around his shaft as her pussy gripped him like a vice. He roared, flooding her a second time, his cum shooting deep, thick, endless, mixing with the first load and spilling back out onto the sheets.

They collapsed into the filth and heat, gasping, trembling, fucked beyond exhaustion—and Sylvaris still wasn't done.

Iselynne collapsed face-down into the soaked bed, her body twitching, thighs smeared with white heat, her pussy still clenching as if it couldn't let go of the cock that had just ruined her.

And Sylvaris… Sylvaris was still hard.

Rock fucking solid. His cock pulsed against her ass, still slick, still dripping, still ready. Her body was limp, but even limp, she was beautiful. Her ass glistened, round and red from the slaps, parted just enough to expose the swollen, leaking mess between her legs. His seed was oozing out of her, pooling between her thighs, dripping in thick, white trails down onto the filthy inn sheets.

Sylvaris grinned.

"You think we're done?" he muttered, leaning over her, his voice thick with a husky growl. "We're just getting started."

Her breath caught. "I-I can't… I came so much, Sylvaris, I—"

He spread her ass with both hands. Her voice cut off with a gasp.

His cock pressed between her cheeks—still wet, still soaked in both of them—and rubbed slowly between her pussy and her tight, untouched asshole. She whimpered.

"S-Sylvaris—wait—don't tell me you're… you're not gonna—"

"I said you're mine," he whispered darkly, grinding his shaft against both her holes. "All of you. Every fucking inch."

Her breath trembled.

"Even there?"

He didn't answer. He just spat once—wet and filthy—and rubbed the head of his cock right over her virgin hole. She moaned—loud, guttural, ashamedly turned on. Her pussy fluttered again, leaking a fresh drop of cum onto the sheets just from the thought.

"You're dripping again," he said. "You want it, don't you?"

She didn't respond.

He slammed forward—not in yet, just a deep, heavy press of his cock against her ass, enough to make her moan and squirm and cry out into the mattress.

"Say it."

"Y-Yes!" she sobbed. "I want it—I want your cock everywhere—Sylvaris, fuck me there—fuck me until I can't think—!"

[New Submission Threshold Reached]

He didn't wait. He pushed slowly, deliberately, watching her asshole part for him inch by inch—SHLRRRRT...

Her scream was half pain, half rapture. Her fingers clawed the sheets. Her entire body tightened.

"F-Fuck—it's so tight—" Sylvaris grunted. "You're squeezing me like you're trying to tear me apart."

She couldn't answer. She could barely breathe. Her body trembled violently as he buried himself deeper, until his hips met her ass and she was fully, completely speared on his cock.

"G-Gods—I feel full everywhere—" she whimpered, voice cracking as her mind short-circuited.

He grabbed her hips again, harder this time, and began to thrust—SLRP—PLAP—SQUELCH—THMP—THMP—SLAP!

Her moans turned into sobs. Her voice broke into cracked syllables of his name, her eyes rolling back as he fucked her with the same force he had before—but now it was deeper, tighter, more depraved.

She was drooling on the sheets now. Cum dripped from her still-gaping pussy as his cock plowed her ass, over and over again, claiming her second hole like it was made for him.

"You're mine," he growled, voice animal. "My ice queen, my tight little slut, my perfect fuckdoll."

From yandere to sex-drunk plaything—how quickly the tables turn when a Harem God starts fucking back...

"Yours!" she screamed. "Forever!"

He lost control.

He rammed into her faster, his balls slapping against the soaked mess of her folds, her body jerking violently with every impact. The bed slammed into the wall, the sheets bunched under their bodies, soaked with sweat and sex.

Her pussy gushed again, untouched, squirting from overstimulation as she came a third time just from being fucked in the ass.

And Sylvaris—

He buried himself to the hilt, roared her name, and came again, shooting another hot load straight into her tightest hole, her body shaking as both her holes now leaked his cum in sloppy, dripping waves.

She could barely move at first. Her body twitched, flooded, leaking from both holes, her thighs still trembling. But even in her ruined state, she rolled over, dragging herself across the bed on shaky elbows.

Her eyes—still glassy, wild—locked onto his cock.

It was still hard. Thick. Wet. Gleaming with the filth of everything they'd done.

And she wanted it.

No—she needed it.

She crawled between his legs like a girl possessed, hair clinging to her cheeks, her lips swollen and red. She didn't even ask. She didn't need to. She wrapped both hands around his cock, moaning the moment her fingers felt the heat of him, then leaned in and kissed the tip.

"Mmmph... you're still leaking... still twitching..."

Her tongue slid out, slow and soft, licking his slit like it was something sacred. Then she moaned again, louder, as if the taste itself made her cum all over again.

"You taste like me," she whispered, eyes fluttering, drunk on him. "And I love it... Sylvaris, I love it so much..."

And then she took him in.

Her lips wrapped around the head, soft and wet, and sank down inch by inch, her mouth stretching around his girth as she moaned into his cock—Schhlrp... slrp... schlkt...

Sylvaris groaned above her, his head falling back as he felt her mouth wrap tight. She wasn't gentle—she was hungry. She bobbed her head up and down, drool dripping from her lips, her tongue dancing under the shaft, working him like she was made for it—Sluuurp... slk... slk... pop...

"F-fuck, Iselynne..." he breathed, watching her eyes stare up at him, wide and shimmering. "You're so fucking filthy now..."

She moaned around him, then pulled off with a messy pop, panting, saliva stretching in strands from her lips to the glistening tip.

"I want to taste you again," she whispered, licking along his shaft. "I want to suck until you fill my throat with your seed. Please... let me have it. Let me drink it this time."

She dove back in—faster, deeper—moaning like she was cumming from it.