Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

Her lips wrapped around him again, and this time there was no hesitation.

She dove down, taking his cock deeper than before, cheeks hollowing with effort, her throat tightening as she fought past her own limits just to taste more of him. Her eyes were glassy, wet, never leaving his. They shimmered with desperation, worship, and something darker—pure addiction.

Schhlrp... slrp... glck... glck... glck...—The sounds echoed in the room, lewd and wet, as if her mouth was made for nothing else. Spit spilled from her lips, slicking down his shaft in messy, shining trails. Her hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in with every bounce of her head. Her body rocked with him, matching the rhythm as his cock slid deeper into her throat.

"Fuck, Iselynne..." Sylvaris growled, fisting her hair. "You're going to make me cum just from that mouth."

She moaned around his shaft, the vibrations teasing his tip, making his abs tense. Her tongue pressed under him with every motion, licking and dragging as if she was memorizing every vein, every curve, every twitch of his cock. She pulled back to the tip with a wet pop, gasping, her chin drenched, strands of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.

And then she whispered, breathless:

"I want it. I want your cum down my throat, Sylvaris. I want it so deep I can't even speak."

He didn't give her time to breathe. He grabbed her hair tighter and pushed.

She gasped—and he slid in deep.

GLLCK—GLCK—GLCK—She gagged once. Twice. Her throat stretched to take him. Her eyes watered, her hands gripping him tighter, but she didn't pull away. She moaned around his cock, her nose brushing his pelvis, her mouth so full it barely fit.

Sylvaris groaned. "That's it... good girl..."

He began to thrust—slow at first, but then faster. He fucked her throat, deep and steady, until the sounds were pure filth—GLCK—GLCK—SLRP—SPLK—GLLK—Her drool dripped down to her breasts now, coating them in shine, her nipples stiff from the air and the heat of him using her like a fleshlight.

She was gagging, moaning, drooling—and loving every second of it.

Her nails scratched lightly at his thighs, her fingers trembling. Her legs rubbed together as she whimpered from the pleasure of simply serving. Her body was shaking, and her pussy was leaking again, untouched, just from having his cock down her throat.

He pulled out with a loud, wet—slrrrp—and she gasped, coughing once, then smiled.

"That was... so fucking good... Sylvaris... again, please... again!"

He slapped his cock across her cheek—SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—Sticky strings of saliva smeared her face. Her tongue darted out, licking the shaft from base to tip, before she swallowed him again without warning.

GLLCK—GLLCK—GLLCK—She moved faster, bobbing her head with wild, filthy hunger. Her moans were constant now—soft and throaty, vibrating through his cock, driving him insane. His thighs tensed. His balls clenched.

"I'm close," he grunted, grabbing her head. "You want it? You want me to fill your throat?"

She nodded, mouth full, eyes wide, drool streaming down her chin as she sucked harder.

"F-Fuck—take it then!"

He held her head still and slammed forward—GLLLRRK!—And then he exploded.

His cock twitched deep inside her throat, spurting hot, thick ropes of cum straight into her stomach. She choked once—but she swallowed it all. Her throat clenched around him, gulping greedily, sucking him dry as if she needed it to survive.

She moaned with her mouth full, still sucking, even as he spilled the last drops—Schllk... schlrrrp... plk...

Finally, he pulled out. Her tongue lolled out, covered in white, a stray drip sliding down her chin.

She gasped, licking her lips, swallowing again with a satisfied moan.

"God... it's so thick. So hot. Sylvaris..." she whispered, dazed. "I could drink you forever."

And when she leaned in to lick the tip again, he was already getting hard.

Iselynne was still panting, dazed, licking the final drop of his cum from her lips, when Sylvaris moved.

He didn't say a word.

He just grabbed her by the waist—strong hands, rough with need—and lifted her effortlessly off the bed. She let out a startled gasp, legs kicking instinctively, arms wrapping around his neck as her body pressed to his.

"S-Sylvaris...?"

He didn't respond.

He turned, walked across the room, and slammed her back against the wall with a dull thud that shook the entire inn room. Her breath caught as the cold stone kissed her bare back, nipples stiffening from the sudden chill, legs trembling as they wrapped tight around his waist.

His cock—still hard—rubbed between her slick, messy folds, dragging over her swollen clit and cum-smeared entrance with each breath he took. She moaned, head tipping back against the wall, already melting again.

"You think I'm done?" he whispered, voice low and molten. "I haven't even started."

Then he thrust upward—SLAM

Her scream was immediate. Her head slammed back against the wall as his cock filled her in a single, brutal push, parting her soaked entrance with a slick, lewd stretch. Her entire body jerked against him.

"A-Ahhhhnn—! God—yes—!"

Her nails clawed at his shoulders as he pinned her to the wall, one hand under her ass to hold her up, the other grabbing her throat lightly—not choking, just claiming. His hips snapped forward again, and the sound that followed was pure filth.

SLAP—SPLK—SLRP—Her pussy clung to him, sloppy and twitching, her legs squeezing his hips as her body surrendered completely.

"You're dripping down my cock already," he growled. "And I haven't even fucked you properly yet."

"Th-Then do it—fuck me—Sylvaris, don't stop—!"

He slammed into her with brutal rhythm, driving her up the wall with every thrust. The bed behind them creaked from earlier, but now the whole room echoed with new sounds—wet claps, gasping cries, skin on skin—SLAP—SLAP—SPLK—SCHHHLKT!

Her moans turned into sobs. Her eyes rolled back with each thrust. He didn't slow, didn't let her breathe. He fucked her against the wall like an animal, like a conqueror, like a god returning to his temple.

Every time he pulled back, her pussy tried to pull him in again. Every time he thrust, her back slammed against stone and her cunt squelched with another messy clench of pleasure.

"You're so fucking loud," he growled, lips brushing her ear. "You want them all to hear how wet you are for me?"

"Yes—yes! Let them hear it—let them all know—I'm yours—only yours—!"

She kissed him, messy and desperate, moaning into his mouth as he kept pounding her, harder, deeper, slamming her again and again into the wall. Her body bounced with every thrust, tits jiggling against his chest, breath shattering between cries—SLRP—SLAP—THMP—SCHLKT—

The wall behind her was wet now too, coated with sweat and juices leaking from her dripping pussy. His cock slammed in and out, soaked and tight, her body gushing for him like a slut who'd forgotten how to speak anything but his name.

"Sylvaris—Sylvaris, I'm gonna—again—I can't hold it—!"

He leaned in, biting her shoulder.

"Cum on my cock. Now."

Her pussy spasmed violently, squirting around his cock as she screamed into his neck, her legs shaking uncontrollably, arms gripping him as if she'd fall apart if she let go. She came hard, harder than before—flooding him with slick warmth, her whole body jerking in orgasmic shock.

But Sylvaris didn't stop. This was only the beginning.