Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

Beside her, Liraeth locked eyes with her, her delicate hands playing with Sylvaris's heavy balls. She cradled them gently at first, then began to roll them slowly, massaging and teasing with reverent care, heightening his pleasure with every twitch of Lilith's broken body.

Every time Lilith gagged, every time she shivered helplessly around his cock, Liraeth rewarded Sylvaris with firmer strokes, firmer worship — like a priestess offering tribute at a dark altar.

Lilith's body trembled harder now, her throat bulging slightly with every violent thrust, her legs slipping against the drool-slick floor.

She's so devoted to him… Is Sylvaris a true god? How could these two women worship him so much…?

Ahhh~ but his dick tastes so good… it must be the reason…

The sounds of her ruin grew louder:

GLRK— GLUKK— SLRRRP— HNNGH—Wet, desperate, filthy.

Lilith gasped raggedly around his cock, her tongue fluttering desperately against the thick, pulsing underside of the shaft.

Her throat convulsed in wet, sloppy spasms, every frantic breath swallowed by the merciless girth stretching her mouth open beyond sanity.

Tears blurred her vision completely now — hot, messy rivers that trailed down her flushed cheeks, soaking into the wild, sweat-matted strands of her golden hair.

Drool poured freely from her lips, running in sticky streams down her chin, splashing onto her trembling chest.

The air around them was hot, sticky, saturated with the heavy scent of sweat, sex, and despair — so thick it clung to her skin, filled her lungs, smothered her in helpless degradation.

But even through the dizzying fog of shame and suffocating heat...

I want deeper… so deep I can't breathe… She still tried to take more.

Still shoved herself deeper onto him, desperately chasing the feeling of being obliterated, conquered, broken.

Her muscles twitched uncontrollably, tiny spasms running through her shoulders and thighs as her sacred treasure pulsed harder with every brutal choke.

Shit… her throat's really trying to milk me dry. Is this nun finally losing herself? Sylvaris laughed darkly in his mind.

Her soaked panties clung so tightly to her pulsing pussy that each breath dragged the wet cloth painfully against her sensitive folds, sending bolts of forbidden pleasure racing up her spine.

At first, I thought this was wrong… this is disgusting…Then why… why does it feel like heaven? Why now does it feel like I was meant for this dick? I love it…

Lilith moved her tongue faster, licking his shaft like a starving girl, hungry for his cum. But she could never admit it to Sylvaris…

Yet her body betrayed her sin. Her sacred treasure throbbed so violently now that she could feel it twitch in time with every savage gag.

Each time her throat spasmed around Sylvaris's cock — her pussy clenched helplessly, soaking her ruined panties even more.

The connection between her suffering and her pleasure was becoming undeniable — each brutal thrust, each filthy choke dragging her deeper into a pleasure she could no longer resist.

GLK— GLRRPPP— CHRK—Loud, wet choking sounds filled the hall like a filthy chorus, echoing obscenely against the stone walls.

Each sound was messy, desperate, humiliating — sticky strings of drool splattering with every failed gasp for air.

The whole room vibrated with the sounds of her ruin — the slap of wet flesh, the ragged, muffled sobs, the faint, obscene suction of her lips trying and failing to form any real resistance.

Sylvaris chuckled darkly above her.

The rumble of it vibrated down through his shaft, making Lilith's whole body shudder involuntarily with fresh, shameful delight.

He stared down at her — the proud nun reduced to a trembling, gasping wreck — her throat bulging slightly with every brutal thrust, her lips stretched wide, her chin and chest glistening with spit and drool.

A true masterpiece of corruption.

"Go on, holy sister," Sylvaris whispered, voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. "Confess. Confess how much you love this… confess to your god."

Pop—!—Faylira yanked her back, forcing the nun to pull off Sylvaris's cock with a wet gasp. Lilith whimpered, eyes wide, mouth open and twitching, desperate to have it back where it belonged.

"My god... please..." she panted. "Give me your sacred tool. I am your toy to use. So please… I need it. I want it so much~"

Her voice was no longer hollow. It was true.

"Good fucking girl," Sylvaris growled. "Now… let me give you your reward."

He grabbed her head from Faylira's grip and thrust his cock into her throat with one savage motion, almost destroying her.

With beastly, brutal force, he began face fucking her — hard enough to slam her nose into his pelvis with each thrust, hard enough to make her choke, gag, and moan like a beast being broken.

"GUHK—!! Kh-ggkhk—! Ghhhaa—! Mmmnnh—!"

His fingers twisted into her hair, holding her in place, forcing her to feel every pulse, every throb, every ounce of domination he buried into her throat.

Lilith sobbed around his cock "Gghk—! Nghh—! Mmmnh—!"

Thick, pitiful sounds poured out of her stretched throat as her hands scrambled weakly at his thighs, her knees slipping across the slick floor drenched in her own spit and shame.

But deep inside her... Past the shredded pride… Past the broken vows… Something was laughing. Not her mind. Not her soul. But her true self.

The filthy, sinful little creature that had always been hiding under the robes, the secret self she had buried under years of lies, guilt, and chains. And now, at last… That creature was free.

Her sacred treasure throbbed wildly, soaking through her panties, drenching the floor beneath her with hot, sinful juice.

Sylvaris snarled under his breath, feeling the pressure build deep inside his core. His balls tightened, pulsing hard as he drove her down deeper — until her throat bulged with the sheer thickness of him.

Lilith's vision blurred completely, her body trembling, but she still tried to swallow, still tried to suck, desperate to take every last drop.

And then, with a savage, guttural growl, Sylvaris buried himself to the root, grinding into her choking throat.

"Take it, you filthy nun," he snarled.

And then he came.

Hot, violent spurts of seed erupted into her throat — each one thick, scalding, overwhelming.

Lilith gagged, her throat convulsing helplessly, but she swallowed greedily, instinctively, her body desperate to take it all. The taste filled her nose, her mouth, her soul, and her mind shattered in helpless, filthy euphoria.

Her pussy spasmed violently, her body collapsing as the orgasm hit her like a divine punishment. Her legs gave out completely, her body dangling by the fist gripping her hair.

Sylvaris groaned low, watching her throat milk him, her lips still suctioning desperately even as she fell apart.

Finally, with a brutal, wet—POP!—he pulled out. A thick strand of spit and cum still connected her gaping lips to his cock.

Lilith collapsed, coughing, gasping, drooling — tears streaming down her flushed, glassy eyes —but a blissful, broken smile curled across her lips.

"Thank you... Thank you, master…"

A silent system window blinked into his sight:

[Love Meter: -50%]

Look at her… Slut to the core. One day, I'll make you love me to the bone… and you'll serve my cock forever — just like a good nun should. Sylvaris grinned, already imagining that future.