<div> Chapter 164: Engraved Into Her Womb***
 Iselynne was still beneath him, ruined and glowing.
 The harem sigil pulsed faintly on her lower belly, shining with soft gold light in the dark. Her eyes were half-lidded, lips parted, her breath slow and uneven. She looked like a woman pulled straight from the gods’ hands—painted in sweat, smeared in cum, trembling from hours of worship.
 But even now—after everything—Sylvaris could feel her pussy flutter around his cock, still warm, still clenching, still needing.
 She’s relentless... He smirked.
 And his cock hadn’t gone soft even a little. It refused to. His partner was not done yet.
 He leaned over her, brushing strands of silver-blue hair from her damp cheeks. She looked up at him, glassy-eyed and mindless—but the moment she saw his face, something flickered. The faintest spark of recognition.
 "Master..." she whispered.
 Master? Sylvaris’s brows twitched, his gaze sharpening. The word caught him off guard—soft, breathless, and real. But instead of cooling him, it poured oil onto the fire. The hunger inside him didn’t just stir—it roared.
 He kissed her. Deep. Slow. Their tongues met lazily, not like before, not hungry. No. This kiss was molten, possessive, slow as dripping honey, thick with heat. His cock pulsed inside her as he kissed her like he could taste her soul.
 "Mmmm~ Sylvaris~..."
 She moaned into his mouth, her legs lifting and wrapping around his waist on their own, her ruined pussy sucking him in deeper. The air smelled of salt and sex, of sweat and broken restraint—but Sylvaris moved slowly now. Like a man savoring the very last drop of a forbidden fruit.
 He pulled back just enough to whisper, his voice rough with need and reverence:
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 </div> "One more time. Just one more. I want to feel you give everything."
 Iselynne nodded. She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to.
 She opened for him. He thrust into her slowly—Schhhlrp... slrp...—Her body welcomed him with a sound so wet it was obscene. Her cunt was soaked, overflowing, stretched beyond reason, yet it still sucked him in like she’d been waiting her whole life just for this final fuck.
 Her moan hit the air like music—soft, broken, full of surrender.
 "Ahhhh—mmmmm... Sylvaris..."
 He moved in her like he was dancing.
 No rush. No slamming. Just deep, long strokes, his hips grinding at the bottom to feel every tremble, every flutter, every echo of her exhaustion. Her walls hugged him. Not tight anymore—no, she’d been loosened from hours of pounding—but it was perfect. Slippery, warm, clenching in slow waves that made his spine arch.
 He leaned down, lips brushing her ear.
 "Say it," he whispered.
 She moaned before answering, her voice low and soaked in lust:
 "I’m yours... forever. This body, this pussy... this heart."
 He fucked her harder. Still slow. Still deep. But rougher now. There was weight behind every thrust—SLLRP—SLK—SCHLLKT...
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 </div> She gasped. "A-ahhh~!" Her hands wrapped around his back, nails digging into his skin as if anchoring herself to reality. Her thighs trembled with each thrust, her body twitching as his cock pressed deep against her womb, again and again, "Nnnnh—! Mmmfhh~! Ahh... Sylvaris—!" like he was engraving his name into her very core.
 He reached down, lifted her legs higher—pressing her knees to her chest—and then fucked her deeper. Deeper than before. His cock vanished inside her with a slick, gliding sound that filled the room—Schhhhlrp—thmp—thmp—
 And she came again.
 It wasn’t violent this time. It was shivering. Her pussy clenched slowly, her voice caught in her throat. She whispered his name, again and again, tears streaking her face not from pain, but from fulfillment. Her orgasm was soft, sacred, endless. She trembled around him, her body giving him the last of her resistance, and then—
 She let go.
 Sylvaris grunted as he felt her entire body relaxing, her walls rippling gently around him like waves, drawing him deeper, coaxing him to release inside her one final time.
 Shit... I’m close...
 His thrusts picked up.
 Faster now. Still grinding deep at the base. Still worshipping her body—but with urgency now. His cock throbbed hard inside her. His balls tightened.
 She moaned louder, her voice trembling into his chest—"Aahhh~ mmhh—Sylvaris—"—each cry breaking apart like her body was coming undone all over again.
 "Cum in me again..." she begged through gasps, _"I want it—ahhh—I want all of you—mark my womb again, please—please—f-fill me until I can’t—nnnhhh~!—can’t breathe—!"
 Those words shattered what little control he had left.
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 </div> He slammed into her—once—twice—And with one final, brutal thrust—SLLKKT—He exploded, roaring into her neck as thick, burning heat surged into her core, flooding her with everything he had.
 A roar broke from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing violently, cum flooding her with force. Hot seed poured into her womb in heavy waves, mixing with everything that had come before, her stomach bulging slightly from the sheer volume.
 "Fuuuck~~! Yes! Yes! Yes! I love it~ I love you! I love you so much, Sylvaris~~!"
 She arched. Screamed. Came again as her womb burned with pleasure and purpose.
 Their bodies locked together. His head rested against hers. Their breaths were jagged, uneven.
 They didn’t move for a long time.
 Her hands curled against his back. His fingers slid into hers. Their bodies were drenched, exhausted, bound.
 And finally...
 She smiled. Even if she was now broken from restless sex, she was still just as beautiful as before they started.
 "I loved it so much... I-I can still feel your love inside me, your warm cum flooding me..." she whispered. "Now I’m yours in every way."
 "Yeah." He pulled her into a tight embrace, his fingers sinking into her warm, pliant flesh. He could smell her love in the air—sweet, humid, unmistakable. He could taste her lingering arousal on every breath they shared. But most of all, he could feel her heartbeat, fluttering against his chest, soft and steady. Real.
𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺 Their mouths met in a wet—slrp—lips parting, tongues brushing in slow, messy strokes. The kiss was hungry, yes, but behind the heat was something deeper—tender, raw, unspoken. Every—mmmnnfh~—and sticky—mwah—echoed with more than lust. It was feeling. It was claim. It was home.</div>
 

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Chapter 164: Engraved Into Her Womb***

Chapter 164: Engraved Into Her Womb*** Iselynne was still beneath him, ruined and glowing. The harem sigil pulsed faintly on her lower belly, shining with soft gold light in the dark. Her eyes were half-lidded, lips parted, her breath slow and uneven. She looked like a woman pulled straight from the gods’ hands—painted in sweat, smeared in cum, trembling from hours of worship. But even now—after everything—Sylvaris could feel her pussy flutter around his cock, still warm, still clenching, still...

Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

Chapter 164: Engraved Into Her Womb***

Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God - Chapter 164: Engraved Into Her Womb***