Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

SPLAAK!!

The sound cracked through the steam like thunder—flesh against flesh, wet and merciless.

Faylira shuddered. Her heart skipped. Her breath caught. She wasn't the one being struck—but her body reacted anyway. A tremble ran up her spine, her pussy clenched tight, and her tails twitched violently behind her, barely masking the raw heat blooming between her thighs. He hit her like that… and she moaned... gods... am I next?

She bit her lip, her emerald eyes darting through one of her tails—catching a glimpse of Sylvaris's hand on Liraeth's soaked ass, red from the strike, jiggling with water still dripping from her thighs. Why… why does that make me so jealous… Her body was betraying her. She wanted it. She needed to be spanked like that. To be held down, marked, fucked until her soul screamed his name—and he knew it.

Sylvaris didn't say a word. His cock twitched, heavy with power, glistening in the light of the bathhouse flames. Liraeth obeyed immediately, her body moving on instinct—bending over beside Faylira, placing her hands on the edge of the bath, spreading her knees wide. He's so dominating today, I love it, I want him to control me more, to turn me into his personal fuck toy, AHHH~ How much I love him, my Sylvaris. My baby. My everything. Her ass arched beautifully next to the fox, lips parted and dripping, her soaked pussy twitching and ready for another round.

"You heard him," she whispered to Faylira with a drunk smile. "Be a good girl and listen to him as he guides you, after all, you wouldn't want your special time to end up being spanked to submission, or would you?" Her smirk was knowing. Wicked. She already knew she was crumbling…

Faylira's ears drooped in shame, but her body moved. Her pride cracked. She bent lower, hips tilted just enough—presenting herself beside Liraeth, her virgin pussy trembling, slick with need. Her legs shook slightly. Her tails raised even higher behind her, revealing her soaked entrance fully. Shit, what the hell am I doing? I'm really going to mate with him…

Sylvaris stepped behind them, his hands spreading wide—one gripping Liraeth's hips firmly, possessively, the other sliding up Faylira's thigh. Her breath hitched. She could feel his fingers trace the heat between her folds, parting her slowly.

"So soft…" he murmured. "Still untouched." Taking a woman's first time is the best fucking feeling—untouched, mine, only mine. He bit his lip as he played with her naked pussy, slick and warm against his fingertips, every graze sending electric jolts up her spine and right into her brain, making her feel lightheaded.

Faylira's toes curled. Her body trembled.

He lined himself up. The head of his cock pressed against her entrance—hot, wide, unforgiving. Her heart pounded. Her body screamed no. But her pussy… it begged yes.

No, I'm not ready after all, I have to stop him before he takes my first—"Wait—" she gasped.

But it was too late.

"Shhh, enjoy the moment, beautiful~" His voice sounded soothing, deep, dripping in carnal confidence. Like a prince, like a lover, like her destined mate. And then he pushed.

SCHLK— the first inch slipped in.

Her body seized. Faylira arched violently, gasping as her virgin walls clamped down in resistance.

"AAHH—!" she cried, her voice ragged.

She was tight. Unbearably tight. Her pussy clenched him like a vice, her folds resisting, trembling, trying to deny what her heart had already accepted. His cock had to fight its way through her innocence, every slow inch stretching her, reshaping her to fit him—and only him.

He leaned over her back, parting her soft tails with his hands, breath hot against her neck. "Mmh…ah…" her body reacted instantly, shivering.

My god, she smells fucking divine… Not just soap or water—but her. That wild, untouched scent hiding under the steam… sweet, timid, virgin heat clinging to her skin like she's in bloom just for me. Her tails even smell like innocence, like temptation wrapped in silk. If I wasn't about to take her, I'd bite the back of her neck and keep her pinned here until she begged to be bred. He could feel his cock twitch with need.

"Relax," he growled into her ear. "Let me in."

She nodded, biting her lip until it bled, tears pricking her eyes. It hurt—but it was beautiful. It was him. Her Sylvaris. Her body wanted him. It had waited for this. Dreamed of it.

[Love meter increased to 45%]

Wow! What a jump! Sylvaris smirked. Soon, you'll be mine forever, you beautiful trickster. As if I didn't know you sucked me dry the other night while I was asleep. Time for me to take back what I should've had that day.

He moved deeper—slow, deliberate, claiming her inch by inch.

"Good girl…" he whispered.

Then he felt the wall. Her maidenhead, and he didn't hesitate—THRUST—Her body jolted. She's mine now. I carved my shape into her. This fox is forever mine...

"NNGH—!!" she whimpered, clawing at the bath's edge. A flash of emerald light burst in her eyes. Her breath caught.

And suddenly… her body welcomed him—SCHLK—Her pussy squeezed, twitched, spasmed—pulling him in like she was made for him.

F-Fuck… she's gripping me like her life depends on it… Sylvaris groaned, teeth grit. So fucking tight… but so good.

Her folds pulsed around him, spasming with every inch, like her pussy was trying to learn the shape of his cock. Her heartbeat throbbed through her inner walls—fast, frantic, addicted.

"That's it… now relax a bit more… Good girl." His voice poured into her ear as her legs trembled from pain and pleasure, confusion and craving.

Liraeth watched Faylira's body tremble and smirked, her gaze locking with Sylvaris's eyes—begging him to touch her, fuck her, make her feel everything again.

Hah! Look at that slutty elf begging for cock… fine, fine, I'm a good husband. Can't ignore the needs of my beloved wife, now can I?

His free hand moved to Liraeth's drenched slit, fingers brushing her folds—and she moaned instantly, grinding back against his palm like a bitch in heat.

"Mnnhh—yes—touch me, Master—!"

And so he did.

As he slowly fucked Faylira's tight virgin pussy, his fingers teased Liraeth's swollen clit, sliding into her soaked entrance with ease. The elf's moans turned hungry, greedy—her body jerking under his touch.

SQUELCH—PLAP—PLAP—PLAP!!

His cock pistoned into Faylira's dripping pussy like a beast unleashed, his hips clapping against her soft flesh, the wet slaps echoing through the bathhouse.

It felt so good—too good—her body responding to every thrust, every sensation, as if it had been waiting for this moment. But it was wrong, wasn't it?

No, this is wrong—I'm not like her, I'm not a whore—She watched as Liraeth's tongue fell from her lips, hanging out in blissful surrender, strands of saliva dripping down, leaving a trail of glistening wetness that vanished into the warm water below. Her breath came in shallow pants, and her pupils dilated, the heat of her arousal visible in every twitch of her body.

Then why does my body keep arching like this? Why does my pussy keep milking him like I'm already his?

And then, with no more resistance, she surrendered completely to the pleasure. "AHH—AHH—FUCK, SO DEEP—NNNGH—MORE—AAHHHH~!" Faylira's moans were raw, her voice hoarse with pain and wild lust. Her eyes rolled back, her tongue slipped out. She was gone.

His dick was inside her.

Her virginity was gone.

And she never wanted it back.