Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

Sylvaris watched her head bob beneath the surface, the water rippling with every movement of her hungry mouth. Bubbles floated up around his cock—his aching, overstimulated cock—as her throat pulled him deeper, tighter.

Fuck… fuck, she's swallowing me whole—her throat's molding to my shape, like it never wants to let go—His eyes fluttered shut for a second, the sensation almost unbearable. He could feel every twitch of her tongue, every ripple of muscle around his shaft.

I just fucking came. I should be soft. But this little bitch is dragging another load out of me—her godly throat's gonna milk me dry—

"MMMGH—glk!—glk—glk—" The gurgles echoed around his hips like a twisted symphony of lust, each one sharper, wetter, more desperate.

Below, Liraeth's throat bulged, her eyes fluttering closed in pure rapture. I can't breathe… I can't… but the thought was drowned beneath the explosion of heat rising in her core.

He's twitching! He's—YES—CUM FOR ME! INSIDE ME! FEED ME! FILL ME—THMP. THMP. THMP—The orgasm hit Sylvaris like a hammer. His cock throbbed violently as a thick, brutal stream of cum erupted into her throat—hot, dense, endless.

Liraeth moaned around him, a high, trembling sound lost in the bubbles, her throat convulsing to drink him all down.

Yes—so hot—so thick— she thought deliriously, as her vision flickered black. I'm going to pass out… but I can't stop… I need it… all of it…

Her hands clutched his thighs, nails digging in, body quivering in drowning bliss.

Sylvaris nearly collapsed backward. His whole frame trembled, chest heaving, eyes wide. The pressure was too much. His nerves screamed from the overstimulation.

Fucking hell—her throat's possessed—! With a grunt, he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her up.

SPLASH!

She surfaced, gasping, drooling thick trails of his cum down her chin. Her eyes were ruined—glassy, unfocused, pupils blown wide with feral need.

Her lips parted, a wet moan spilling out:"Aahh—haaahh~"Then she dove again—mouth open, reaching—like an animal broken by hunger.

He shoved her back.

"Tch. Look at you. You want more already?"

Liraeth whimpered, clinging to his thigh. Her soaked hair clung to her face like seaweed, and her tongue flicked out to lick his cock as if begging for another round.

Yeah… she's gone. Totally fucked. And the Author is responsible for that. He didn't protect the poor girl from this beast.

"Aren't you a little desperate, huh? Then how about you give me something else to feast on?"

Sylvaris gripped Liraeth by the hair, pulling her face up from his lap. Her lips hung parted, her eyes glazed over—completely stripped of reason.

A sharp throb answered from between her legs, her soaked pussy clenching around nothing the moment those words touched her ears.

But before Sylvaris could bend her again—

"Let her rest her head. She's not in her right mind."

Faylira's voice cut in, her body pressing against his like silk over fire. Her chest, massive and wet, squished against his torso. One hand cradled Liraeth's chin gently, guiding her up—toward his lips.

A kiss of submission. A goodbye for now.

And as she passed the elf to him, Faylira turned inward.

I'm going to have my first time with him... finally...

Her breath hitched.

My pussy's going to feel that amazing cock—

She swallowed thickly. Her body was already reacting, nipples pebbling, legs trembling.

The shape… that veiny, twitching length… the color, the way it throbbed when he came—

Her thighs pressed together hard.

Shit, just thinking about it makes my womb burn. I get it now. I fucking get it. That elf didn't lose control—she was devoured. There's no woman alive that could taste that cock and not become a mess.

She glanced down at it—still slick, still hard, glistening with saliva and cum.

Gods, I love that dick.

She bit her lip and stepped forward, presenting her body like a sacrifice.

Faylira moved with purpose, her bare feet padding through the steaming bathwater as she stepped to the other side. Then, slow and deliberate, she bent over—her tails rising just enough to reveal her slick, pulsing entrance.

Her pussy glistened in the dim light, half-submerged, half-exposed—a soaked, trembling invitation. Her thighs dripped with a mix of hot water and her own arousal, and her face disappeared behind the soft curtain of tails, hiding her flustered expression.

She waited. Not knowing when he'd enter her, not knowing how hard—it made her insides writhe. She clenched around nothing, aching for him, burning with need. The unknown, the anticipation—it was killing her.

And Sylvaris? He just stared.

Fuck...

His chest rose slowly, his cock twitching with primal hunger. The sight of that arrogant fox offering herself like a bitch in heat... It made his restraint waver.

"Look at her, Master..."

Liraeth parted their kiss, her fingers gently holding his cheeks. She side-eyed the fox—Faylira, presenting herself shamelessly to the man who'd already wrecked her soul.

Jealousy flickered in Liraeth's eyes, but it twisted into something darker, needier.

She wanted this.

She wanted to see Faylira broken. Fucked senseless. Fucked until that smug pride vanished and all that remained was obedience—and addiction.

"She's begging for you..." Liraeth purred.

Her lips brushed his again, leaving trails of heat, "Mmm~ Master, you taste so good..."

Her kisses deepened, hungry, relentless—but her hand crept down, wrapping around his cock. She lifted it gently, guiding the swollen head toward Faylira's exposed entrance.

"Fuck her, Master." Her voice was dripping with venomous lust. "Show that bitch who's the boss here."

Her grip on him tightened.

"Then fuck me harder than her."

Her breath hitched.

"I want you to destroy me tonight… I want you to destroy both of us, until we're both filled to the brim with your delicious cum."

Sylvaris held Liraeth close as he stood, lifting her effortlessly from the water. Her slick, naked body clung to his, trembling with anticipation. Her breaths came short, her legs weak with overstimulation as he carried her through the steaming bath.

Then—he set her down.

The heat of his touch lingered, her thighs quivering as her knees barely held steady.

His voice rumbled low, commanding, thick with dark promise.

"Bend over next to her like the good girl you are."

He stepped behind her slowly, letting her feel his presence—his cock still soaked, heavy, twitching in hunger.

"And if you follow my commands..." He leaned down, his voice a breath against her ear, "...I'll give you a reward."

Then—SPLAAK!!

A thunderous, wet slap echoed in the steamy air. The sound of flesh on soaked flesh—sharp, dominant, and loud.

Liraeth's ass jiggled beneath the impact, water splashing from the curve of her cheek. Her body arched involuntarily, a breathless whimper escaping her lips as her pussy clenched.