Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

It took a few hours before Liraeth calmed down. Her fury flowed like a raging river, but Sylvaris wasn't about to back down. He was the boss here. So he grabbed her hands, pulled her close, and kissed her hard.

"Mmm—you, how dare you kiss—Mmmwah~—me right now?" she tried to protest. But his soft lips and dominant grip held her in place. She couldn't stay mad for long. Eventually, she melted into his kiss, her body yielding as he wrapped an arm around her waist, his hand sliding down to grope her ass.

Her plush cheeks jiggled with each squeeze—smack—a faint slap echoing as his palm landed again, pulling a sharp gasp from her throat. Her body pressed into him, desperate, moaning louder with each heated second.

"Mmmm… yes… right there… more…"

Meanwhile, Faylira stood nearby, speechless at their shameless display. And yet... she had to admit, it looked hot the way he held Liraeth—tight, possessive, full of raw love and dominance. A heat stirred deep in her belly.

Would it feel that good if he held me like that...? she wondered, then quickly shook the thought away, her face burning crimson. "There's something about him... the way he naturally enhances women... it has to be some sort of spell. There's no way I'd be attracted to someone my queen is interested in..." And yet... her body betrayed her. A heat pooled between her thighs. Wetness started to gather.

"Ahem..." She turned away, pretending to ignore them. But they didn't hear her—didn't even notice. Quite the opposite—their kisses only grew hungrier.

Evening melted into night. The sky darkened, stars blinking into view as the two of them sat beneath a tree, lost in each other.

Sylvaris leaned against the rough bark, breath ragged, as Liraeth straddled his lap, her warm weight sinking into him. She dove into another deep kiss, lips crashing into his, as if she was starving for him. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her close until she molded against him. Each brush of her skin sent jolts of raw desire through his core.

Her tongue slid along his—slick, teasing, dominant. A wet battle between their mouths. Mmmph—the sound of their kisses echoed in the quiet forest, as if the world had gone silent just for them.

His fingers dug into the soft swell of her ass, pulling her tighter, pressing her down onto his growing bulge. The heat between them was undeniable.

She moaned softly, hips grinding into him with slow, needy rhythm. "Mmmm… Sylvaris..." she whispered between kisses, her massive breasts smashed against his chest, nipples hard and aching.

Sylvaris groaned, hands slipping lower, grabbing her tighter. She could feel him stiffen beneath her—massive, hard, throbbing. Her soaking pussy had already soaked through his pants, and he wasn't wearing anything underneath.

The tension between them threatened to snap. For Sylvaris, it was the pent-up frustration from Nyasha running off. For Liraeth, it was pure jealousy—an obsessive need to mark him, to wipe another woman's scent off his skin.

"Ride me, Liraeth," he growled into her lips, voice hoarse with lust. She could feel the pressure of his cock against her soaked entrance, teasing, demanding.

Her hips rolled in slow rhythm, each movement deliberate. "Yes... I want you, Sylvaris... I want all of you." Her fingers moved to his pants, freeing his cock just enough to straddle it, their lips still locked in a sloppy, desperate kiss. Even when she lifted her hips to position herself, their mouths never separated.

Slurp. Smooch. Slurp. The obscene sounds of their kissing filled the air, mixing with the heated breath and need between them.

Then—Sllllpppp...—Liraeth sank down onto him.

Her wet pussy parted eagerly, sucking him in without resistance. It was their first time since he'd accidentally knocked her out with a thrust, but now she was relaxed just enough. There was a sting—but one she welcomed.

Her hands pressed against his chest, her body trembling as she slowly started to move. Each time she dropped her hips, slap, wet sounds echoed through the forest.

"Mmm… yes, that's it… I love your dick, Master..." she purred, barely able to speak between moans. She started slow, grinding into him with teasing rolls of her hips.

Sylvaris grunted, the heat of her body, the way she clenched around him—it was fucking perfect.

She's built for this. That pussy—tight enough to make my brain spin. Her body fits me like a fucking glove. And that kiss... fuck, that tongue knows how to make my head spin with every twist.

As if she could read his thoughts, her pace quickened. Slap, slap, slap. Their rhythm grew frantic. Her moans louder, her back arching.

Sylvaris growled, gripping her waist and guiding her harder, faster. The wet, slick sounds of skin on skin grew messier with every thrust.

Their tongues tangled again until she had to gasp for breath. Chlup... mwahhh... Their lips broke apart with a loud, wet sound that clung to the humid air.

Liraeth tilted her head back, mouth wide open, body shaking as she slammed down on him again and again. Desperate. Hungry. Wild. The pleasure overwhelmed them both.

Slurrrp. Squish. Squelch. Her slick folds swallowed him deeper every time. Their bodies crashed, danced, fucked.

"Claim me tonight again, Master... please breed me until the morning sun pulls us apart..." she begged, her voice ragged with need as she leaned forward, chest pressing against his, riding him to the edge.

Sylvaris slammed his hips upward—hard. Her breath caught in her throat, body twitching as he pounded up into her.

"NGHHHH—AHHHH~! RIGHT THERE, OH GOD~!"

Meanwhile, Faylira faced away, clutching her cloak tighter against the night chill. But it wasn't the cold that kept her awake.

It was the moans.

"The fifth time," she muttered, frustrated. "I swear, that's the fifth time he's cum inside her..."

But as the hours passed, she found herself squirming. Her own desire building beyond reason. Her fingers drifted downward, rubbing the heat growing between her thighs. She needed to let off steam—or else...

She'd break. And join them.