Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

Of course, I will add her to my harem. He pressed the air, his fingertip landing on [Yes]. Instantly, he and Faylira felt something click between their hearts—an invisible chain snapping into place. Heat flared inside their bodies, wild and consuming, and both of them convulsed as they came again.

His cum flooded her so deeply it started to spill out around his still-buried cock, and her trembling walls clenched him so viciously it felt like she might rip him off, milking every last drop from him. Her fox tails brushed against his face as she lost all control, her body moving on its own.

Shit... she's so tight right now. I fucking love it. But I can feel it... she's spent. Maybe I went too hard for her first time. Still... it'll be an experience she'll never forget.

Sylvaris smirked, dark satisfaction curling his lips, as he finally pulled free of Faylira's ruined pussy—POP—!!

His thick shaft slipped out, leaving her stretched wide open as a hot rush of seed spilled into the swirling bathwater.

Not bad. Five percent more pleasure. Sadly, not for me... but hearing them scream and get addicted to my cock feels even better. I can't wait to test it out.

Faylira collapsed forward with a broken whimper, sinking down until only her trembling shoulders and dazed, flushed face stayed above the steaming water. Her emerald eyes were glassy, her parted lips too numb to move, her body floating limply as their filthy fluids mixed around her.

All she could do was watch.

And I know exactly who I'm testing it on next. His heart thundered with vicious greed. Acting on raw instinct, driven by the primal need to breed, he turned his scarlet gaze toward his next prey.

Liraeth shivered violently under his rising aura, her silver hair plastered to her flushed cheeks. A strange thrill ran through her veins—a whisper that something terrible and beautiful was about to happen. Her heart pounded wildly, fear and desperate lust tangling into one.

Sylvaris turned, water cascading off his scarred, muscular body, his cock still rock-hard, glistening with Faylira's juices and his cum.

His golden eyes locked onto Liraeth—the trembling elf already spreading her legs in shameless, obedient invitation.

"You're next, slut," he growled, voice dark and dripping with hunger.

Without a shred of mercy, he seized her hips and bent her over the edge of the bath.Liraeth gasped, her soaked breasts flattening against the warm wood, her ass high and trembling, pussy dripping and begging.

Then Sylvaris slammed into her in one brutal, wet thrust—SCHLK—!!

"MMMGHHNN!! M-Master—!!" Liraeth screamed, her fingers scrabbling helplessly against the wood as her body jolted under the force. Her tight, soaking cunt clamped down like a vice, every ridge of his cock dragging hard against her most sensitive spots.

Something's not right here! Shit~ Why does... Nngh... why does Master feel even bigger? No, that's not it... ahhh... his dick feels even better! It was heaven before, but now—now it's something beyond that—AHHHH~ I love it! I love it so much!

Liraeth could feel the change, every brutal thrust sending waves of impossible pleasure through her. She didn't know about the five percent boost his cock now carried, but the mystery only made it better, only drove her deeper into bliss.

"Fuck, you're tight," Sylvaris snarled, baring his teeth as he drew back—and hammered into her again—SPLAAAK—SPLAAK—SPLAAK!!—each savage thrust sending water splashing around them.

Faylira shivered where she sat, legs weakly spread under the water, her wide eyes locked onto the brutal sight of Sylvaris wrecking Liraeth.

Gods... He's fucking her like he owns her... like he's claiming her entire soul...

Her cheeks burned, and between her sore thighs, she felt a fresh pulse of slickness despite her exhaustion.

Sylvaris grabbed a fistful of Liraeth's silver hair and yanked her head back, arching her spine perfectly for him. His hips slammed into her again and again, wet slaps echoing through the steamy room.

"Is this what you wanted, whore?" he snarled into her ear. "To get used like a fucktoy? To get broken on my cock?"

"YES—MASTER—YES—!!" Liraeth sobbed, tears spilling freely down her flushed cheeks. Her body convulsed helplessly, her pussy clutching him like it never wanted to let go.

Sylvaris laughed darkly, fucking her harder, rougher, deeper—until all she could do was scream and moan incoherently, her voice wrecked, her mind broken under the relentless pounding.

SPLASH—SPLASH—SPLASH—!!—Water erupted around them, waves crashing against the bathhouse walls, the air thick with the pungent scent of sex, sweat, and raw need.

"You're nothing but a hole to me," Sylvaris growled. "Just a breeding toy. And you fucking love it."

"AHH—AHHH—YES—YES, MASTER—RUIN ME—!!"

Somehow, the rougher Sylvaris was, the more Liraeth bloomed under it—her body reacting wildly to every filthy word, every brutal thrust.

Faylira whimpered softly, her thighs squeezing together, her heart thundering against her ribs.

Every wet slap of flesh against flesh drove her deeper into a haze of need.

Sylvaris showed no mercy. Grabbing one of Liraeth's legs, he hiked it up onto the bath's edge, driving into her at an even more brutal angle, his cock pistoning ruthlessly into her battered entrance.

"You hear that, little fox?" he growled, glancing back at Faylira with a wicked, feral grin. "You're next. I'm going to fuck every hole you have until you can't even think."

Faylira shuddered violently, heat flooding her bruised, spent body all over again. She nodded weakly, drowning in the filth and the overwhelming need filling the bathhouse like a living thing.

Sylvaris refocused on Liraeth, pounding into her without restraint—SPLAAK—SPLAAK—SPLAAAK!!—until her arms gave out and she collapsed onto the wooden edge, her ass still obediently high, her body shuddering from the abuse.

"Cum for me, slut," he snarled against her ear, his cock throbbing deep inside her. "Cum on my cock like the worthless little cumdump you are."

"AAHHHH—YES—!! MASTER—!!"

Liraeth screamed, her orgasm slamming into her like a tidal wave, her pussy spasming and gushing hot wetness down her thighs.

Sylvaris grunted, feeling her walls milk him viciously, and slammed into her one last time—burying himself balls-deep—before roaring his own release.

"FUCK—TAKE IT, MY CUTE ELF SLUT—!!"

His cock jerked violently, thick jets of cum blasting into her womb, flooding her until it overflowed and dripped in creamy streams around his shaft.

Liraeth's eyes rolled back. She shuddered once—twice—then collapsed completely limp, passing out with a shattered, blissful moan.

Sylvaris stayed inside her, savoring the trembling spasms of her conquered body.

Finally, he looked over his shoulder. Faylira still sat there, wide-eyed and trembling, soaked in steam and the smell of sex, her body barely able to move—but her gaze desperate, hungry.

Sylvaris smiled darkly.

That night, the bathhouse above Klaus' tailor shop overflowed with filthy, ecstatic moans that faintly echoed down through the wooden beams. In the cozy, well-lit workshop below, Klaus sat back in his rocking chair, the scent of fresh cloth and pipe smoke filling the room. A small smile tugged at his lips as he slowly drifted to sleep, the day's work done after quickly crafting new clothes for the wild group upstairs. In his dreams, he returned to the good old days — when nights were just as loud and the world was just as beautifully chaotic.