Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

She couldn't help herself. Her eyes wandered down his form, to the way his dick still twitched slightly, a testament to the chaos of what had just unfolded. Slowly, she approached him, her fingers lightly grazing his chest, then trailing lower. Her touch was delicate at first, almost hesitant, as if unsure whether she should even be doing this.

But there was no hesitation when her fingers brushed against his shaft. It pulsed at her touch—thick, hot, and alive—a silent, throbbing testament to the power still simmering inside him.

"AH!" A sharp yelp burst from her lips, but the two lovers remained out cold, tangled in exhaustion, their bodies unmoved.

Her heart skipped, pounding wildly in her chest as her fingers wrapped around his cock. Still hard. Still so full. She swallowed hard, excitement flooding her as she kneaded the massive length in her palm, feeling every searing inch of his heat—so stiff it felt like it was forged from burning stone, yet pulsing like something alive, something meant to claim.

So this is how his manhood feels in my hand… Gods, it's hard… thick… I can't even wrap my fingers all the way around it… and it's burning—like a molten log of flesh. Could I even take something like this inside me? Her fingers grazed her pelvis, a flicker of instinctual curiosity blooming in her eyes. Would it break me… or make me his forever?

Sylvaris didn't respond—he was out cold—but his body still gave her what she needed. His cock twitched in her grip, betraying his unconscious state.

She smirked softly, watching it swell in her grasp—growing harder with each passing second, like her touch alone was awakening the beast within him."I wonder… what would happen if I just…" She gave it a slow, teasing stroke.

The response was immediate—his cock twitched violently, the tip already glistening with a bead of pre-cum. "Oh?" Her eyes narrowed with curiosity. Her face leaned in, nose twitching ever so slightly as she sniffed the slick droplet, her fox instincts taking over—like she was testing if the meal was fresh, if it was ripe. His dick was the offering… and she was the predator, deciding whether to feast.

"His scent… it's slightly pungent… salty… but there's sweetness too…" she murmured, her nose brushing against the tip as she inhaled again, deeper this time. "Is that because of her?"

Her gaze flicked toward Liraeth, narrowing. Something primal stirred in her chest—possessive, sharp, jealous. With a soft growl, she shoved the elf aside. Liraeth, too spent to resist, slid from Sylvaris's chest like discarded prey.

"Good… now his body is mine." But the moment the words left her lips, a blush bloomed across her face. A deep, fiery pink rose in her cheeks, spreading like wildfire.Her breath hitched. She was burning—from embarrassment, from need, from the sheer thrill of finally touching what she'd only dreamed of.

Her fingers danced over him—teasing, unhurried—relishing every inch of him. The warmth of his skin. The way his muscles radiated power even in unconsciousness.Her eyes roamed his frame with reverence, her ears tuned to his slow, steady breath… to the way his body responded without thought. His cock twitched each time her fingers dared near it, a silent reaction that sent heat spiraling through her.

"I'm just going to try it… a little bit," she whispered, cheeks flushed, voice trembling. Her whole frame quivered from the thought alone, but she couldn't resist the temptation he'd left behind—like a gift, just for her.

"Just a little taste… right?" she lied to herself. But her body knew better. Her thighs glistened with fresh arousal, betraying her already.

Her face once again leaned in closer to his cock, her soft plum lips parted, hot breath warming up cooling tip, it twitched in response, even more precum slowly coming out, as if it had a mind of its own, even when its owner was unconscious, His dick is so close to my lips… I want to… her mind was spinning, his smell was driving her crazy, it was intoxicating.

"CHUU~!" Her lips kissed the soft tip of his cock, a delicate little peck that made her cheeks flush even deeper.

"I'll take care of you… so please," she whispered to his lonely shaft, her voice sultry and low, "be a good boy for me, and don't tell your owner what happens tonight."She spoke to it like it could understand, and maybe it did—because when her glistening tongue slid out, thick with her precious saliva, the shaft twitched in response.

A single drop fell from her tongue onto the tip—drip—coating it, moisturizing it like some sacred offering. She moved like a natural, even if it was her first time. Her motions weren't perfect, but they were passionate, instinctive, eager. She began to lick his crown in slow, deliberate spirals, her tongue working its way around the swollen head as her breathing quickened.

"Nnghh~!" Sylvaris let out a moan in his sleep, mouth twitching into a satisfied grin.

HAH! Look at him! Author, why are we treating this bastard so well? Even unconscious, he's getting his dick sucked with a goddamn smile on his face! Unfair. I'm submitting a formal complaint.

Faylira paused, trembling, eyes darting to his face. But when she saw his grin remained dream-bound, she gave in completely. Her hunger ignited. She dove back down, her instincts screaming louder than her shame.

She wanted to taste him—all of him—before he woke.

Faylira's soft lips wrapped tighter around his shaft, her pace slow at first—worshipful. She let her tongue trace every vein, memorizing the weight, the heat, the taste of him. The moment the first drop of pre-cum touched her tongue, her hand slid down between her thighs, fingers slipping easily between her folds. She was already soaked.

All because of him... this cock… this scent...

Her hips began to rock into her own touch as she bobbed her head faster, letting her saliva coat his cock with every descent—SCHLP—SCHLP—GLK—her wet slurps echoed through the quiet forest clearing, louder than they should've been, but she didn't care. She wanted to drown in this—his taste. With a loud—POP—she pulled her mouth away, looking worshifully at his dick, "So delicious… oh no… I think I'll get addicted to this…"