Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

Faylira's fingers couldn't stop exploring her wet, aching folds. The sounds of her fingers sinking in, slick and needy—schlrrrp... schlick... schlick...—echoed through the air, filling the silence with their forbidden rhythm. Her body trembled with every inch she sank deeper, and with each stroke, the heat inside her grew unbearable, a burning desire that screamed to be released. Her green eyes began to shift, slowly deepening to a shade of pink, a reflection of the fire raging in her core. Her tails and ears twitched involuntarily with each motion.

Nngh… damn it… why does it sound so wet? she muttered, her thighs twitching as she felt the mess she'd created, the sound alone driving her wild with pleasure. It's not fair… Frustration mixed with her own burning need, as she wondered, Why does it always sound so lewd when I think about him? Her mind raced, the question repeating itself, Would he like that sound?

For some reason, she couldn't stop thinking about Sylvaris. It drove her mad. A rush of memories flooded her mind—the moment he held her in his strong arms, his possessive dominance making her feel weak in the knees. The thought of it only made her hunger more for his touch. But here he was, lost in another woman's embrace, while her own body ached with hunger—hunger for the very thing meant for her queen.

"I'm sorry, my queen… I'm so sorry," she gasped, her voice thick with need. "I, your humble servant, want the man you've craved for years—AAAHHH~ Sylvaris… Sylvaris… Mmmm~" Her gaze flickered to the side, her eyes landing on his powerful arms, which she couldn't stop adoring. It drove her mad, her fingers sinking deeper into herself as her pussy greedily sucked them in, imagining the way his thick cock would fill her. It was a feral desire, an insatiable craving for breeding, and she had found a mate she longed for.

Unbeknownst to her, Sylvaris was already aware. The system window in his mind confirmed it: another woman was ready for his harem.

So the fox girl wants a piece of me too, huh? he thought, a smirk pulling at his lips. Fuck, I must've been born under a lucky star in this world. How else could a loser like me end up fucking such hotties every damn day? His cock twitched in anticipation. I'll have to hit the gym more, though… can't afford to get out of shape for them.

He didn't reveal his amusement at the moment. He was too busy with Liraeth, forcing her back against the rough tree bark. Her hands braced her, her entrance stretched open for him as he enjoyed every moment. He leaned in, his tongue eager to feast—Schlurp… schlurp… Mmphhh…—"I love the way you taste, Liraeth," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "I love every part of your juicy, naughty pussy. I love you."

Even though he hadn't eaten today, her pussy was the best meal he'd ever had. He inhaled her sweet, fishy scent, which only made his cock harder, aching for release. His dick was practically begging him to slide back inside her, feeling lonely, hanging in the air with no outlet for its frustration.

"I love you too, Master~~…" she moaned, her voice dripping with desire. "Mmmmm, you feel so good, Master… please… Ahhh—right there, don't stop!" Her body trembled as something powerful began building deep inside her. Her thighs quivered with need, and she was dangerously close to cumming from the relentless assault of his tongue. First, he'd sucked her clit, then moved down to lick her before plunging his tongue inside, stretching her walls and giving them a thorough cleaning that left her mind blank. The pleasure overwhelmed her, crashing over her in wave after wave, pushing her to another intense climax.

"Ohhh, god, YES—AHH—Cumming... Ohhh, don't stop!" Her back arched against the rough bark of the tree, the wood pressing into her skin as her fingers buried deep in his hair, tugging fiercely. She pulled him closer, her hips bucking forward in desperate need of more. Sylvaris could feel her trembling, her hands relentlessly pulling and pushing at his hair, dragging him deeper into the intoxicating warmth of her core. Each movement she made became more frantic, her body begging for that final release, to reach the stars.

Sylvaris didn't hesitate. His mouth moved faster, harder—SCHLOOORP—the sounds of his tongue working relentlessly against her clit filled the air, his determination stronger than any exhaustion. He pushed himself beyond his limits, intent on giving her what she craved, and with a sudden bite to her sensitive bud—"Mmph... nghhh—SCHLOOORP—fuck, you're so fucking delicious, Liraeth—"

"What the?! Nghh~! Ahh—ahhh—FUUUUCK—Sylvaris—AAHHHH~!" The floodgates broke open as a warm, gushing wave of her juices splashed across Sylvaris's face. The hot stream of her release poured over him, and he greedily drank it all in, savoring every drop of her essence. His face was drenched, but the satisfaction of feeling her climax unravel beneath him was worth every second.

Meanwhile, Faylira was riding her own wave of pleasure, lost in her own fantasy of Sylvaris devouring her, imagining his mouth on her. Her fingers moved swiftly, plunging deep into her dripping pussy as she continued to work herself up to the edge. Her other hand tugged at her breast, pinching and teasing her nipple, sending electric shocks of sensation through her body.

With every squelch of her fingers, she could feel herself getting closer, her breath quickening, her mind focusing only on the need building inside her. The sound of Sylvaris praising Liraeth's taste only made her crave his touch more. She imagined him eating her out just as ravenously, his tongue deep inside her, exploring every inch of her wet, needy entrance.

The thought of being devoured by him, hearing those same passionate sounds as he ravished her, pushed her over the edge.

"AHHH—YESSS—NGHHH—FUCKING YES—AHHHHHH~!" She cried out as her fingers pressed harder inside, her body trembling and convulsing around her own release, the orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She could hardly control her breath, each moan a release of pent-up desire.

Their voices blended together in a symphony of pleasure, two women, each experiencing a different kind of release, yet their cries interwove in harmony. And at the center of it all, the man who offered nothing but his charm and his powerful body—yet that was all they needed.