Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

Yet neither Faylira nor Sylvaris had any idea the Beastkin Queen was spying on them, the latter too absorbed in driving his massive, twitching cock into the needy elf's soaked pussy. She was dripping, so much so that he didn't even need to struggle to slide into her, her tight walls welcoming him eagerly.

Tonight, Sylvaris had reached level 7 in his harem god system, gaining two more points to add to his stats, and he had no intention of stopping—not until his energy ran out. He'd already activated [Second Energy Rush] once, too exhausted to move after five rounds, his balls emptied. Now, it would be the sixth—a final push to bring them both to their breaking points.

Liraeth was still struggling to catch her breath, her back pressed against the rough bark of the tree, her chest heaving, each inhale making her breasts bounce with the rhythm of her desperate need. Her pink nipples stood erect, just like her pointed elf ears—every inch of her body alive with lust.

Her face was flushed, her body still trembling from the hard orgasm that had stolen her ability to move. Her thighs shook, but deep in her heart, she longed for that final moment before dawn broke, the final push they'd failed to reach before. Sweat clung to her skin, her inner thighs slick with arousal and need.

She gazed up at him, eyes hazy with lust, licking her lips. Her fingers wrapped around his wrist, burning hot like molten metal, but the softness of her touch belied the strength in her grip. It was enough to make him feel as though she could snap his wrist if she wanted, and the power behind it shocked him, locking his gaze with hers. Their souls collided once more, desire thick in the air between them.

"Pick me up. That pose. You know the one—when you hold me by my legs and stuff me full." Her voice was hoarse, needy. She spread her thighs, fingers trembling as she exposed her drenched pussy to him, offering herself up completely. Her body was begging for him, desperate for him to take control. Her face turned to the side, eyes cast downward. She was too shy to meet his gaze. The sudden shift and bold demand left Sylvaris momentarily puzzled.

"I want it." Her breath hitched, and her thighs twitched as she spoke. "No, I need it. I can take you now. I won't pass out this time. I want you to fuck me so deep I scream your name into the leaves." The intensity in her green eyes, the raw demand in her voice, made his cock twitch, already hard but somehow growing even bigger.

Ah, so that's what she wants. She wants me to finish what we couldn't before. Haha… Good. I love this side of her. "Look at you," he sneered, his voice dark with satisfaction. "Begging for my cock like a good little bitch. Aren't you?" He pulled her closer, fingers curling around her chin as he forced her to look at him. Their hot breaths collided, and he leaned in, kissing her deeply, a kiss that sealed their desire. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around him, still kissing her even as his cock pressed against her entrance, desperate and ready.

"Mmm~" She moaned against his mouth, his lips claiming hers. Her hips rolled against him as she felt his cock at her entrance, urging him on. "You made me like this. You bad, bad boy… Now take responsibility for turning me into your personal slut." Her words were taunting, teasing, but filled with the need for him to take control.

Sylvaris hesitated for a moment, still unsure if she could handle it. He didn't want to break her again.

"You remember this pose…" he growled, voice thick with heat, as he kissed her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat, the sweet desperation that made him lose control. "Last time I held you like this—"

Liraeth's breath hitched, her body trembling from the memory. Her skin was damp with need, and her mind was already reeling.

"—I broke you," he whispered, his voice thick with power. The taste of her skin, her desire, was overwhelming, urging him on.

Her legs were bent in his arms, spread wide. Her dripping pussy caught the moonlight, glistening with her need. He cradled her like a treasure—like a mate he was about to claim, ruin, and possess.

"I remember." Her voice was soft but laden with desire. She grinned, a feral, divine smile. "My mind shattered when you pushed in… It was too much. But now—" She bit her lip, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Now I want it all."

Sylvaris didn't need to hear more. With one brutal, greedy thrust, he buried himself in her, all of it.

"AHHHHHHNNNN—!"

Her scream shattered the silence of the night, a sound of pure, animal lust. Her body arched, taut and trembling—this time, she didn't go limp. This time, she could handle him.

"Good girl," he growled into her ear, thrusting deep, each one harder than the last, pushing into her with a primal urgency. "You're not breaking this time, are you?"

"HAHH—HAAAH—HAAHHHHHH—!" she cried, her voice ragged, desperate. "Give me more—Give me all of you!"

Her pussy was so open for him, so eager, it felt like there was no resistance at all. His cock slid in and out with ruthless precision, slamming into her womb with every thrust, making him feel a deep satisfaction each time his tip hit her deepest point. But it wasn't enough. The hunger within him, the need for more, burned hotter than his reason.

Sylvaris used his new stat points, his cock growing from 22 cm to 24 cm. The sudden change made her gasp, her tongue rolling out of her mouth, her eyes slipping back into her skull.

The forest seemed to shake around them as they moved together, a brutal, primal dance.

"GRRAAHHH—SO FULL!" Sylvaris screamed, pleasure and pain mixing in his voice, intoxicating and wild. "I—AAGHHH—CAN'T—TAKE—IT—! MASTER! HAAHHHH~! MY PUSSY'S GONNA BREAK—!"

And as they fell into that trance, oblivious to the world around them, the fox watching from the shadows could only gaze, her body stirring with the primal craving to have Sylvaris fuck her the same way.