Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

"Nnnghh—ahhnn~" her moans came out muffled, bubbles rising up as she took him deeper, lips sliding halfway down his shaft, cheeks puffing with every hungry suck—Sschlrrp—schlk—glgkk…

Liraeth watched as the fox eagerly sucked her man, her own need bubbling up. She longed to take her place faster, to taste him, to wash away the lingering traces of the fox on his skin. She loved him, but more than that, this elf loved his cock more.

Liraeth didn't want to lose—not when the competition between them had become so fierce. She could feel the rise of desperation inside her as her breasts pressed against his arm, the softness of them pushing into his muscle. She pulled him closer, her lips demanding as her tongue slipped past his, exploring with an insistent need that mirrored the fire building inside her.

She wanted more. Needed more.

Her heart raced as she held him tightly, her breath coming in shallow gasps, but she refused to break away from the kiss. Her body was already trembling, but not from fear—no, it was the heat of the moment that made her pulse quicken, the sensual demand of his presence that had her body craving him like she'd never craved anything before.

Meanwhile, beneath the water, Faylira worked tirelessly, her lips wrapped around his cock, sucking with the kind of focus that pushed her to the brink of breathlessness. Her own desire was spiraling, but she fought to stay in control, unwilling to lose the game. The sensation of her lack of oxygen made her head spin, but it only fueled the madness building between them all. She wasn't just fighting for air now; she was fighting for Sylvaris's pleasure. For the win. And there was no turning back.

Then she came up with a gasp, licking her lips, eyes drunk with lust.

"Mmmf~ I almost choked… but he's so fucking good, Liraeth…"

Before Sylvaris could even process it, Liraeth dipped down to take her turn.

"My turn~" she whispered wickedly, before vanishing beneath the water.

The moment her lips touched him, he growled.

"Shit… Liraeth…!"

She was eager—her lips wrapped around the head of his cock in one fluid motion—gslllrp—glk… glk…—taking him deeper than Faylira had dared. The water around them trembled with her movements. Her tongue lashed beneath his shaft, pumping, sucking, her throat trying to swallow every inch.

"Hrrghh—fuck, she's going deeper…!"

"She's such a show-off," Faylira purred beside him, pressing kisses to his chest. "She wants to win… but we're both gonna drain you, Sylvaris. Together."

Liraeth surfaced with a loud gasp, her lips wet and glistening, water dripping down her chin as she licked her way up his shaft.

"He tastes like heaven, like a true man," she moaned.

Then she shoved Faylira's head down again, playful but rough.

"Don't go easy on him."

Faylira grinned and vanished beneath the surface, this time sucking harder—SSCHLURRP—GLK—GLK~!—taking his cock halfway down her throat, the gurgling bubbles rising up thick and loud.

Sylvaris's hips thrust up instinctively, chasing the heat. Both girls kept trading places, never letting his cock go cold. One moaned underwater while the other kissed up his chest or whispered filth in his ear.

It was endless heat, endless worship.

Their mouths were weapons and he was drowning in their lust.

His legs trembled. His hands gripped the edge of the tub.

Faylira dove again, this time deeper—her lips stretched wide, her throat swallowing greedily as she tried to take all of him. Her hands gripped his thighs for leverage, and her head bobbed fast and wild beneath the water.

"F-Fuck—Faylira… slow d—nnghh…!"

"GLK—GLK—GLK!" Her throat convulsed around him, struggling, but not stopping. The suction pulled a growl straight from his gut, his abs flexing as his balls tightened, the heat surging out of control.

Her nose kissed his pelvis.

That was it.

That last inch—her lips sealed around the base of his cock, her throat spasming from the intrusion, her tongue flattened along his shaft.

And Sylvaris snapped.

"Fuck—FUCK! I'm cumming—!!"

"GLK—!!"

His hands flew to her head and held her down—not hard, but possessive, dominant—his fingers tangled in her soaked hair as his cock throbbed violently deep in her throat.

"NNGH—take it—FUCK—take all of it, Faylira!"

She tried to moan, tried to pull back—but he was too far gone. His cock erupted, thick streams of burning cum shooting down her throat, flooding her with his load.

"HHRRGHHH!!" Sylvaris's whole body locked up, chest rising like he'd been struck by lightning. His thighs trembled. His head tipped back.

Faylira's eyes rolled as the heat pumped straight into her belly—pulse after pulse, sticky and rich, claiming her from the inside.

"MMMGH—glk!—glk—ahhn~!!" She finally pulled back, coughing, gasping, white streaks dripping from her lips and chin. Her eyes were glazed, drunk on cum, and a string of it still connected her lips to the tip of his twitching cock.

"T-Too much…" she moaned, licking the trail from her lips, licking her palm clean like a feral fox in heat. "Fuck, Sylvaris… I didn't think you'd blow like that… it's so hot inside me..."

Liraeth's eyes burned. Her thighs clenched at the sight of Faylira's ruined face.

"My turn," she growled, and dove beneath the water without waiting.

Sylvaris's cock was still twitching, still leaking.

But she didn't care.

My Sylvaris! she screamed in her mind, a feral cry echoing through her core.

She wanted the taste of it—raw, leftover, soaked in steam and sex.

"MMMGH—glk!—glk—ahhn~!!" Liraeth's tongue twisted and flicked at the remnants of Sylvaris's cum that came out of his tip. The taste—intoxicating, salty, and sharp—filled her mouth, sending a jolt of desire straight to her core. She could feel the hot pulse of Sylvaris's essence coating her tongue, her body trembling with the overwhelming sensation of it.

"Nngh—so fucking good… Sylvaris, you taste so... so powerful..." Her voice came out thick from underwater, like she was losing herself to the sensation, each swallow making her deeper, hungrier.

"You're mine now... Sylvaris... you belong to me too... and I'm going to take all of you..."

But the only thing he could hear was the bubbling of water, the muffled vibrations of her voice around his cock, and the overwhelming sensation of impending death. She was too deep. Too tight. And he was still insanely sensitive.