Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

"Get up, slut. You're going to stain the floor," Liraeth teased, her voice a silky purr laced with cruelty. "Go ahead — give our master the sucking of his lifetime. Or would you rather wait until everybody wakes up... and give him a public show?"

She smirked, eyes glinting with wicked amusement. "I don't think Sylvaris would mind either way."

"No. I do mind, to be honest," Sylvaris said, his voice hard and cold. "If she wants to travel with us, I can't have her being seen naked by other men. How would that make me look? A man who lets his woman parade around naked? No chance."

His golden eyes gleamed with quiet threat as he added, "If she fails to make me cum... and someone sees her... she'll be cast away. Am I clear?"

Lilith's heart slammed against her ribs, the sound of his words more terrifying than the sight of his monstrous cock. Not just the size anymore... even his words are a weapon... The weight of it, the pressure, made her dizzy with fear and twisted heat.

She scrambled back onto her knees, reaching desperately for his cock like a starving beggar reaching for bread, only to be yanked back by her golden hair, a sharp yelp escaping her lips.

Faylira tugged hard, making Lilith's hood slip back slightly and almost tear apart, her eyes welling up with helpless tears.

"Listen, slut," Faylira said, rolling her eyes with open contempt. "You need to show some fucking respect first."

She tightened her grip, making Lilith's scalp burn with pain.

"Pray to his dick," Faylira ordered. "A quick one will do. Then you kiss it. Only after that will you be allowed to put it in your filthy mouth."

Lilith whimpered softly, torn between shame and unbearable pain. Her trembling gaze darted to Sylvaris — pleading, desperate — but he only watched her coolly, offering no help, no mercy.

He's not going to save me, she realized in horror. He's going to let them break me... because he wants me broken.

Her pride cracked loudly inside her chest, like brittle glass under a boot.

She had fallen so far. From the cold, untouchable nun who looked down on the world... To a shivering girl on her knees, begging to worship the very cock she once would have called unholy.

How the tables had turned. And there was no going back

Lilith whimpered, her trembling hands pushing against the slick floor as she struggled to rise. Her legs were shaking so badly she almost slipped on her own drool and arousal soaking the wooden boards.

The heavy, musky scent of Sylvaris's cock filled her nostrils, thick, oppressive, drowning her in pure male domination. The closer she got, the louder the heavy throb of his shaft seemed to echo inside her head, almost like a drum of war beating against her sanity.

Her heart raced so violently that she thought she might pass out. Still, she crawled forward, eyes wide, glassy, broken.

She knelt before him properly now — head bowed low, hands resting on her thighs like a shamed offering.

And then, her lips parted, voice trembling as she whispered the words Faylira had demanded — a broken prayer to her new god:

"Oh great master Sylvaris... please accept this lowly slut's worship. Let me serve your divine cock with my mouth and soul. Let me be nothing but a vessel for your pleasure. I beg you to grant me the honor of tasting your greatness... and let my disgrace be a testament to your glory."

The room fell silent except for the lewd, sticky sound of her drooling lips struggling to form the humiliating prayer.

Sylvaris smirked, golden eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.

"Good girl," he said. "That's how a worthless bitch should speak to her god."

Outwardly, he chuckled — a deep, rumbling sound that made Lilith flinch instinctively like a whipped animal.

"Start by kissing it," he ordered, his voice low and cruel. "And make sure you worship it properly... or I might rethink letting you stay."

Lilith gasped out a sob of gratitude and leaned in.

The first kiss landed on the side of his cock — a soft, trembling brush of her lips against the fever-hot, vein-ridged flesh. Another kiss followed, and another, each wetter and sloppier than the last, her tears mixing with the pre-cum already leaking down the monstrous shaft.

"Mmh—nnf… slrp… mmghh—" Her mouth betrayed her. Every time her lips touched his cock, a new slurp slipped out — louder, needier. She didn't mean to suck. She didn't even want to — and yet, her tongue twitched, brushing against the underside, dragging a trail of shameful heat. "Glick… nghh—s-stop… mmf…" Her breath hitched. Her thighs clenched. Something broke in her voice — that high, strangled moan caught halfway between a sob and a gasp of pleasure.

Soft, desperate sounds echoed around the room, each filthy kiss a humiliating brand burning itself onto her soul.

My god, it's so hot... so heavy... it's like kissing a living beast, Lilith thought, dizzy from the sheer power radiating from it.

Sylvaris watched her through half-lidded eyes, the tip of his cock twitching with impatience.The pathetic sounds of her kisses were like music to him. Each sobbing smack of her lips was another note in her symphony of submission.

He let out a low growl when she hesitated near the swollen crown.

"Don't stop now," he said coldly. "I want you to kiss the tip... and thank me for letting you."

Lilith whimpered but obeyed, her face burning red as she leaned up and pressed a trembling kiss directly onto the bloated, glistening head.

The taste hit her instantly — thick, salty, overpowering.

Tears ran freely down her cheeks as she whispered brokenly against his flesh:

"T-thank you... master... thank you for letting me worship you..."

Sylvaris chuckled, a sound like a beast satisfied after cornering its prey.

"Good girl," he said, voice like a whip crack. "Now lick it — show me just how desperate you are to be owned."

Lilith's tongue slipped out, shaky and small against the massive crown. She dragged it slowly across the sensitive slit, collecting a bead of pre-cum like a starving girl tasting forbidden fruit.

A filthy, wet—SLRRRP—echoed obscenely through the room.

Sylvaris shuddered slightly in pleasure, watching her debase herself completely.

Pathetic, he thought, golden eyes narrowing. And absolutely perfect. He curled his fingers beneath her chin, slow and deliberate, forcing her gaze up to meet his — holding her there like a pet about to be praised or punished.

"You're going to choke on it, slut," he whispered, his voice a savage promise. "And when you do... I want you to remember — you begged for this."

Lilith's whole body trembled under the weight of his dominance, her tongue still desperately lapping at the swollen slit, desperate for approval, desperate for belonging — even if it meant breaking herself completely to earn it.