Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God

Chapter 4 - First blood***

Everything was moving so fast—so fast, in fact, that Ryan's poor mind, the many years of loneliness and the deep, hidden desires he had developed, exploded like a volcanic eruption. What am I doing? he thought. I'm about to have sex for the first time, am I not? His eyes flashed with understanding. He could feel his heart pounding loudly, and his buddy—fully erect—was pulsing with something he had never felt before. Each second that passed resulted in a twitch, an uncontrollable need for the warmth of something dark and hot, a place it had never been before.

His trembling hands moved on their own, wrapping around the waist of the goddess in front of him with wild, predatory force. Right now, he was a predator—a hunting wolf, a true alpha. His strong arms pulled her in, and she let out a soft moan, a mix of surprise and desire, as their bodies connected. The heat between them intensified, their faces just inches apart, flushed from the overwhelming sensation, their breaths quickening as they both felt the electricity crackling between them.

The goddess's eyes trembled, giving him a frightened yet seductive look, like a lamb on the verge of slaughter. Her body stiffened, but her lips quivered with dark temptation. Her gaze was torn between fear and something deeper, something darker. Despite her hesitation, the lamb yearned to be devoured. Why do I feel like I need his touch so much right now?she thought. Is it my sister's skill, or have I truly lost my mind, fallen for a mere mortal?

Seraphina was caught in an internal conflict. Despite her fear of the man in front of her, every single touch, every breath, every look from him screamed I want you so much. It sent an electric shock through her, slowly but surely traveling down to her private areas, causing heat to build—something so foreign, so human, so wrong, so sinful... But I want him... Her body betrayed her, and her river began to flow, leaking against her will.

I should stop. No, I want it. This is what I've craved my whole life, but now... I'm not even in real flesh, and yet I'm about to do it. No... this isn't how I wanted my first time to go... I should pull out while I still can. After all... I don't know where to go from here.

Suddenly, inexperience hit him like a hammer to the chest, making Ryan hesitate for the first time that day. His arrogance, his desire—all of it vanished in an instant. The deep, hidden trauma from his past resurfaced, making him want to run, just like all those times he was bullied as a kid.

Noticing a shift in Ryan's eyes, the goddess's heart flashed with fear. She didn't understand why, but she had a feeling that if she let him go now, there might not be another chance in the future. I don't want him... but I crave him... no, that's a filthy... smelly human. I can't! And despite being dead, he still reeks like... has he ever showered before? Yet, why? Why did it make her feel so good? I will not let him go! Her breaths became rigid, her chest rising and falling. The look in her eyes blanked out. If someone were watching from the side right now, they might swear they saw hearts in her eyes, but it was all an illusion. The heat and desire she felt, however, were very real.

This poor goddess, who had acted so mighty and aloof before, was now craving a human's touch. She had completely lost control. The evil goddess watching from the side smirked with satisfaction. Yes... please... give in to your desires, you slut. Show the upper gods you're unworthy of this position, show them how slutty you really are. She flicked her wrist, and the chains binding the Goddess of Life broke.

What happened next was something Ryan, a man who had never been desired, had never experienced in his life.

"Kiss me, you freaking coward!" A hot breath hit his face as two delicate, silk-soft hands wrapped around his hair and yanked him forward, breaking any thoughts of backing down. The embrace of soft lips, and a wet tongue that invaded his mouth, made him lose all sense. It felt as if his mind was about to explode. This sensation was a thousand times stronger than when the evil goddess kissed him. Her soft, marshmallow-like breasts, as big as mountains, pressed against his chest, making him feel like heaven itself had embraced him. Her soft thighs pressed against his, making his other self scream with desire, almost forcing Ryan to move in faster, urging him to explore her chamber of secrets.

Yet, he didn't know what to do as their tongues interlocked. His own tongue was stiff, like a rock, and it felt awkward to the goddess. It was more like licking a big lollipop instead of kissing, but in the moment, she didn't care. Her soft tongue was so delicious to Ryan that it awakened something deep inside him once again.

The two of them were locked in a fiery exchange of kisses, their bodies pressed even closer together. The seed that covered her body didn't seem to bother Ryan—no matter how smelly or sticky it was. They were already too far gone in the moment to notice anything external. And when their eyes opened again, the desire they both saw was the breaking point. The goddess herself wrapped her hand around Ryan's massive tool, guiding it into her wet and hot embrace. She didn't know why, but she couldn't hold it anymore. It was no longer the wolf devouring the lamb; it was the lamb devouring the wolf. As her soft and moist lower lips welcomed Ryan's entrance, giving him a green light, it resulted in a pained moan from Seraphina as her never-before-explored void was finally filled with the key that would unlock the worst of her desires.