Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

Their lips crashed together, tongues tangling in a frenzy of lust—Mwahh~—The sound of their kiss echoed in the steamy air, sloppy and starved, lips parting only to suck in a desperate breath before diving back in again.

"Smckk…" Liraeth moaned into his mouth, her tongue swirling around his like she wanted to taste every inch of him. Her body writhed in his lap, her breasts pressed flat against his chest, nipples hard and slick from the water.

Her tongue tastes so fucking good… fuck… I'm losing control...

"Nnngh… Sylvaris…" she gasped between kisses, her voice high and breathy, her lips already moving down to kiss his jaw. Then lower—Mwahh~—onto his throat, where she sucked hard, marking him with a savage need—Sschlk…

From the other side, Faylira joined in, her wet tongue dragging over his neck from the opposite side—Sllllrp~—She bit down, just lightly, then licked over it, her breath hot and ticklish. Her moans spilled out like honey—"Ahnn~ mmm~"—each one soaked in heat.

"You're both gonna make me lose it," Sylvaris growled, hands sliding down their backs, fingers gripping firm ass cheeks as their tongues made a mess of him. His cock pulsed in their hands, throbbing as the girls kept stroking—wet, hot, smooth.

"Sschlp… mwah… schlrrk…" The kisses grew wetter. Needier. Their lips never left his skin, just switched between sucking, nibbling, licking like they were drunk on his taste.

I love the way this human tastes… fuck, I want more—I can't get enough of him… Faylira's eyes shimmered with heart-shaped hunger, lust blooming like wildfire as her tongue danced over his skin, savoring every drop of him.

Her lips found his nipple and she latched on with a hungry—slrrrp~—sucking hard before letting it go with a loud—pop!

"What are you...? F-Fuck..." Sylvaris moaned, voice ragged with shock and ecstasy, the sudden surge of forbidden pleasure tearing through him like lightning.

"Mmmph~ gods, you taste like heat and sin," she moaned, her voice thick with trembling need. "I wanna drown in you…" Her eyes burned into his—sharp, hungry, wild—and Sylvaris felt himself being pulled under, enchanted by the raw allure of her stare. Her snow-white fox ears, tipped in vivid green, twitched with every flick of her tongue across his skin, each taste making her body shiver with pleasure.

Liraeth also didn't lose in this battle of pleasure; her hand never stopped playing with his tip under the water, while Faylira started playing with his balls, cupping and rolling them gently, like she was preparing them to explode.

"So big… So full already," she whispered with another deep "mwahh~", her lips brushing his ear as her voice dropped. "Are you gonna cum already, Mr. Sylvaris?"

"I'm not gonna—" He groaned, the sound torn from him as pleasure surged through his core. He refused to admit it—to surrender to the orgasm clawing its way up his spine. Their tongues moved over him like electric currents, burning trails of molten heat across his skin, sparking wild fire straight into his heart.

Fuck… not yet. I can't waste it like this.

He clenched his jaw, every muscle twitching with restraint. He wouldn't let go without purpose. That cum—his experience, his essence—wasn't meant to be wasted in the heat of battle. He wanted it spent properly. Buried deep in one of their throats, or flooding their wombs like he owned them.

There was no third option.

But the way they worshipped him—tongues gliding, lips moaning, hands coaxing—left no room for control. He was teetering. One more flick of those sinful tongues… and he'd either cum, or lose his fucking mind.

Their moans twined together—"Mmm~ ahh~ nngh~"—hot, breathy gasps brushing against his skin like kisses. Sylvaris could feel his control slipping, his breath catching as the dual assault of tongues, lips, and hands pushed him to the edge.

"How about we play a game, Sister Liraeth?" Faylira purred, a wicked glint in her golden eyes. "Let's see which one of us can hold our breath the longest…"

She didn't wait for permission. Didn't need it.

With a smirk and a flick of her tongue across her lips, she dove beneath the water—graceful, wild, unstoppable. The heat of the bath parted for her like a lover welcoming her descent.

She found him instantly. That thick, waiting cock—pulsing with need. And without hesitation, her lips wrapped around him, sealing tight. Her throat opened with practiced hunger as she took him deep, swallowing his length in one smooth, wet motion.

Sylvaris's body jerked when he felt it—the sudden, electric warmth of her lips wrapping around the head of his cock beneath the water.

"Hah—Faylira…!" Sylvaris gasped, voice ragged, laced with a mix of shock and lust.

What the hell is this feeling…?

Her mouth moved around him beneath the water like some sensual vortex, lips and throat pulling him in, devouring him. It's like being sucked off by a goddamn whirlpool…

Fuck!

His thoughts spiraled as the heat surged through him. I don't know how long I can take this… this is bad…

But the pleasure—the way she sucked him, the tight pressure, the heat wrapping him in waves—it was too real. Too primal. Too fucking good.

He didn't understand why, but something about it being underwater made it hit different—made it better. Like the pressure amplified her suction, like her mouth had turned into a forbidden temple of sin and worship.

Her green eyes looked up through the steam, gleaming like a predator underwater, bubbles rising as her mouth worked his cock slowly, sensually. Her plush lips sealed tight around his tip—schlrk… sschlp…—and the suction made his hips twitch, made his breath catch in his throat.

Her tongue swirled beneath the surface, dragging along the sensitive underside of his shaft, sending shockwaves through his entire body.

"F-Fuck, that tongue…!" he groaned, head falling back as pleasure drowned him. Her hair floated in the water like a dark halo, and when she moaned around his cock, the vibrations hit his spine like lightning.