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 He grabbed her hips tighter, slammed into her faster, sloppier, until his own climax started to build, rising from the base of his spine like lightning up his cock.
 "Take it," he growled, voice almost animal. "Take all of it—again."
 Her moans cracked into sobs of bliss.
 "Fill me—Sylvaris—cum in me—please—!"
 And he came.
 He slammed one last time, balls deep, her pussy sucking him in like a black hole—and then he roared, spilling into her with a thick, violent flood of cum that shot deep into her womb, mixing with the previous loads, overflowing until her pussy gushed and his seed leaked down his own cock.
 They stood there, trembling, locked together, panting and soaked.
 And she whispered, voice broken and perfect:
 "Don’t ever stop..."
 She was still impaled on his cock when it happened.
 Her eyes, once shimmering with soft light, once filled with worship and heat... went blank.
 Wide open, glassy, unfocused—no thoughts, no hesitation—only reflex.
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 Her mouth hung open, drool sliding down her chin in slow, wet trails. Her legs twitched around his waist, but she didn’t speak. She couldn’t. Her brain had checked out. Her body had one function left:
𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺 To take everything Sylvaris gave her.
 And tonight, he gave it all to her, and more.
 "Iselynne?" he murmured, brushing her face. Yet she didn’t blink.
 No response.
 Just an empty stare and a helpless moan as her pussy clenched again.
 "Good," he growled, cock twitching inside her. "Then we’ll keep going."
 He pulled back. Her body trembled. She was too weak to speak, too ruined to resist, but her legs stayed spread, dripping and twitching, begging without words.
 So he fucked her again—SLAP—SLAP—SCHLRP—Pinned against the wall, she took him without a sound. Her moans were gone, replaced by shallow breathing, broken gasps, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Her pussy still squeezed him, still pulled him in with every thrust—her body obedient, trained by hours of relentless breeding.
 And Sylvaris didn’t stop. Not for a second.
 He carried her from wall to floor to edge of the bed to the window, fucking her through every position imaginable, holding her like a doll, bending her over like a slave, lifting her legs over his shoulders and pounding her until the sheets soaked, the air grew humid, and he forgot what time even was.
 Every hour, the system whispered.
 [Stamina Restored]
 [You have fucked for 3 hours without pause]
 [Iselynne’s body is adapting to Harem God cock]
 [Her soul is now bound to yours]
 Her pussy twitched uncontrollably.
 By hour five, she was squirting on every thrust. By hour six, she was speaking again—but only one word:
 "Yours... yours... yours..."
 Over and over, like a broken mantra.
 He slapped her ass and it jiggled perfectly. He thrust deep, her stomach bulged slightly. He came in her again. And again. And again.
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 </div> The sheets were ruined. The floor was wet. His cock was glistening constantly, smearing her juices across her own thighs, across her stomach, across her face.
 And still, she begged for more.
 Not with words. With her body. With the way her legs parted. With the way she arched into him, mind lost, heart enslaved.
 By hour seven, Sylvaris grabbed her hair, pulled her mouth to his cock, and facefucked her while his cum leaked out of her still-gaping pussy behind.
 By hour eight, her body was shaking with full orgasm loops, her walls fluttering around him on reflex alone, her eyes permanently blank.
 He pulled her against him, pressing her to the mirror now, watching their reflection.
 She looked like a ruined goddess—drenched in sweat, soaked in seed, pussy leaking with every pulse, mouth wide and dripping. Her eyes stared into nothing.
 And he smiled.
 "Almost there," he whispered.
 "Just two more hours."
 The room didn’t even resemble a room anymore.
 Sheets torn. Pillows shredded. A puddle of sweat, spit, and cum pooled beneath them. The walls were stained with handprints, scratches, and fluid trails that shimmered in the morning light bleeding through the cracked shutters.
 And Sylvaris? He was still fucking her.
 The pace had slowed—not from exhaustion, but from reverence. This wasn’t just another round. This was the end. The moment of divine reward.
 Iselynne lay on her back now, limp and twitching, her legs spread wide and trembling as he slowly, deeply, thrust into her one last time—Slick... slrp... slk...
 Her pussy was a wreck—puffy, soaked, used beyond recognition. Cum poured out with every slow push of his cock, sliding down her thighs, staining the mattress in thick, glistening streams. Her womb was swollen. Her mind gone.
 But her heart beat only for him.
 "Yours... yours..." she whispered over and over, her voice raw, broken, perfect.
 Sylvaris looked down at her ruined, cum-filled form, and then the system window shimmered to life in brilliant colors.
 [10 Hours Reached – Marathon of Madness: Complete]
 [Final Reward Unlocked]
 [Passive Ability Gained: Endless Passion] Sexual climax no longer drains stamina. Mental clarity and physical performance remain unaffected, even after orgasm. Your lust is infinite.
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 </div> A warm pulse spread through his cock. He could feel her pussy tighten, not from pleasure—but from something deeper. Spiritual.
 And then he saw it.
 Right beneath her navel, just above the mound of her slick folds, a glowing harem sigil burned itself into her skin—glowing gold and blue, shaped like a blooming lotus entwined with a dragon’s fang. It shimmered for a moment, then settled into a faintly glowing tattoo.
 That’s new... He thought. His eyes narrowing.
 Her womb had been claimed.
 "Wh... what is that...?" she whispered, her eyes flickering with faint lucidity.
 Sylvaris leaned over, his cock still buried inside her, and kissed her.
 "Your mark," he whispered. "You’re mine now, forever. This proves it."
 He was not sure. But still, he lied.
 She blinked slowly... and smiled. Tears spilled down her cheeks—not from pain, not from exhaustion, but from the feeling of belonging.
 "Then mark all of me..." she breathed. "Don’t stop. I want the others to see it glowing every time you fuck me. I want them to know I was the first."
 Sylvaris smirked. His cock pulsed again, thick and already hardening inside her wrecked piussy.</div>
 

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Chapter 163: Ten Hour Marathon (2)***

Chapter 163: Ten Hour Marathon (2)*** He grabbed her hips tighter, slammed into her faster, sloppier, until his own climax started to build, rising from the base of his spine like lightning up his cock. "Take it," he growled, voice almost animal. "Take all of it—again." Her moans cracked into sobs of bliss. "Fill me—Sylvaris—cum in me—please—!" And he came. He slammed one last time, balls deep, her pussy sucking him in like a black hole—and then he roared, spilling into her with a thick,...

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Chapter 163: Ten Hour Marathon (2)***

Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God - Chapter 163: Ten Hour Marathon (2)***