Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

Sylvaris slammed into her again, holding her thighs in his arms, the deep squish of her soaked pussy swallowing every inch with desperate wetness—SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!—His hips crashed into her ass, each thrust a brutal collision of need and domination.

Fuck… the way she's squeezing me—she's close. Her pussy's begging for my cum. Fine then… I'll load her up one last time.

"AHHH—YES—!" Liraeth cried out, her moans laced with both pain and raw, animalistic bliss. Her toes curled in the air, her arms wrapped tight around his neck as her body was rocked with each relentless stroke—SCHLICK—SCHLICK—SCHLICK!

The forest echoed with their union, the thick, messy plunge of cock into her wet pleasure hole was louder than the leaves rustling above them. Sweat dripped from Sylvaris's back, running down the curve of his spine as he kept her hoisted in the air like she weighed nothing—just a prize he was claiming, again and again.

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!—His balls slapped against her ass, heavy and full, smacking audibly with every deep push. Her thighs trembled in his grasp, slick with juices and shaking from overuse, but she begged for more—demanded it.

Her voice was breathless, her head lolling back, moaning to the stars. "Keep going! Don't you dare stop! Fill me, break me, fuck me till I forget my own name—!"

Sylvaris growled low, lips brushing against her throat. "You want to forget everything but this dick inside you, huh?"

HNNGGH—SCHLAP—"YESSS! FUCK! FUCK—YES—!" Her moan broke into a sob, her walls fluttering around him like they were trying to milk him already. Her ears twitched. Her moans turned from elven grace into something feral, almost beastlike. Her voice cracked from the strain, from the sheer madness of what he was doing to her.

Their skin slapped like thunder.

Her pussy clung to him like it never wanted to let go. Every stroke up into her forced out a new sound—moans, whines, AHHHs, the gasps and choking breaths of a slutty elf being absolutely ruined in her new favorite pose.

PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—The final stretch was coming. Her body tightened, legs twitching uncontrollably. Her moans turned into screams. Her whole body spasmed—and that's where the collapse and climax can kick in next.

His cock's twitching inside me—I can feel the pulse—he's about to cum, I know it—I want it—I need it—fill me, fucking breed me—FUUUUCK~! Liraeth completely lost it. Her thoughts spiraled around nothing but his cock—thick, twitching, godlike. Right now, she didn't care what anyone thought of her. Even her tongue lolled from her mouth, drool dripping down her chin like a bitch in heat. Sex was her drug, and Sylvaris was overdosing her on it. And unbeknownst to her, the bastard had used [Feelings Enchantment], doubling her sensitivity until every thrust felt like a lightning bolt exploding in her womb.

Sylvaris's thrusts grew more erratic, the last, desperate grind of his cock filling her with brutal satisfaction. He snarled into her neck, biting down on her shoulder as he pushed in deep, his shaft pulsing with need as the final push hit.

That was what finished her off. The moment his teeth sank into her shoulder, a jolt of lightning shot through her spine and detonated in her core—her whole body seized, climax ripping through her so hard she forgot how to breathe. "AHHHHHH!" Liraeth screamed—a feral sound—before collapsing against his chest, her body going limp, every muscle exhausted by the intensity of it all. Her legs quivered in his grasp as she went slack, her chest rising and falling rapidly, gasping for air.

Her pussy still fluttered around him, still full, as his cock twitched in its own final release. Oh shit—! He let out a shaky laugh, looking down at her limp, twitching body. She's out cold… But his balls were already tightening. His whole body trembled. Fuck… I can't hold it—!

"FUUUCK—! I'M CUMMING!" he roared, hips slamming forward one final time as he emptied himself deep inside her, cock twitching like it was possessed. His grip on her tightened reflexively, but his mind was overwhelmed, consciousness fading as the pleasure crashed over him in waves.

The forest seemed to hush around them, the leaves swaying under the weight of their shared moment. Liraeth, spent and broken, rested her head against his chest. The only thing keeping her from collapsing was Sylvaris' unrelenting grip—his hands still hooked beneath her thighs, holding her suspended in the air like a ruined goddess offered to the night. Her back arched slightly from the position, her sweat-slick skin trembling with every shallow breath.

Her eyes fluttered shut, the energy of the night drained from her in one single, chaotic burst. Her trembling hands clung to his biceps, so weakly it seemed a passing breeze might blow her grip away.His chest rose and fell beneath her cheek, hot and damp, the steady thrum of his heartbeat pounding wild against her skin.

Sylvaris, still buried deep inside her, fought to keep his eyes open. He watched as her body finally gave out, collapsing fully against him, her breath slow and steady—each inhale just a little softer than the last. He couldn't move. His limbs were useless, his body utterly drained, his mind wrapped in the raw, dizzying haze of their final climax.

His cock twitched one last time inside her, pulsing deep—one final reminder of their union before it slipped out, releasing thick waves of cum that spilled from her overflowing cunt. Who knew how much he'd poured into her in that final release... but it was enough to leave her stuffed to the brim.

He exhaled once, then surrendered to the sweet, suffocating exhaustion. His body went limp, cradling her even as the darkness pulled him under.

Yet as he crashed to the forest floor on his back, he never let go of her. His arms locked around her, holding her tight until the very end—as if his instincts refused to let her go, even in collapse. She was his. And he'd never let her suffer. Not even in death.

As Sylvaris lay there, unconscious and spent, his cock still exposed between their bodies, the silence was broken by the soft rustle of footsteps. Faylira emerged from the shadows, her gaze soft, yet laden with hunger. She took in the sight of the two—Liraeth sprawled in his arms, her chest still rising and falling with each breath, and Sylvaris, naked and unmoving. Her fox tails flicked with each step, the air around her thick with her lust.

Her eyes burned with a soft pink hue, the color of desire, as if her body had become a mirror of her longing. Even the tips of her tails had changed, no longer their lush green, now glowing a soft, sensual pink. Desire, she thought, her feelings coursing through every inch of her being.

"Sylvaris…" she breathed, her voice thick with heat, as if possessed by the very thought of him. Her gaze locked onto his cock, laying there all alone, waiting… just for her.