Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 499 - So long (R-18)

It had been ages.

Such a sentiment echoed through Noah and the women as they immersed themselves in the passionate haze that blanketed the whole Tree of Ashes.

No one could pinpoint the exact moment, but before long, everyone stood bare, their intimate folds shining with moisture at the view of Noah—his manhood erect and rigid, veined prominently, pulsing, and already glistening.

The vision made each swallow deeply, their cores tightening on reflex. Perhaps there were words exchanged, a gentle buildup, but today demanded no such delicacies.

Thus, they plunged forward without reserve.

Amid the golden ash-strewn floor, Noah reclined on his back as Emmy mounted his visage.

Her head tilted rearward, gaze obscured partly by desire-fogged locks. She rubbed her soaked core over his full face, particularly his tongue—spreading her essence without restraint.

His tongue delved profoundly within her, twisting about her sensitive bud, exploring depths no digits could reach, eliciting endless cries from her as she clutched his head and ground against his lips with increasing fervor.

"More!" she panted, her pelvis thrusting erratically.

Sari, alongside Sophie, Emily, and Ester, adored Noah's manhood like it was the most exquisite elixir existence could provide.

The pairs of mothers and daughters displayed utter abandon. Sloppy, moist pops resonated through the space as they alternated in devouring him, their spit blending to drench his entire length.

At a certain juncture, Sari engulfed him completely into her throat, the robust shape of his member evident bulging against her neck. Tears flowed from her eyes, but she drove onward, choking herself deliberately until her form spasmed and she climaxed intensely, her fluids trickling down her legs. Noah trembled under Emmy's core, the tremors propelling the Golden Paragon to her summit too. She flooded his features with a surging release, shrieking in utter delight.

Emily nudged Sari away right as Noah approached his climax, enveloping his slippery length between her ample bosom for a desperate breast stroke. Her flesh bore the mingled drool from her sister and daughter, along with his seeping essence, heightening her own desire further.

Not solely they surrendered to bliss.

Selene and Justicia tenderly kissed and nursed Noah's chest peaks from both flanks, their stares intertwined in a dark, taboo bond as they venerated their beloved, captivated by the eddying mark upon his torso.

Dominique and Lilith positioned themselves adjacent, thighs parted broadly, their rosy entrances gleaming while they brazenly pleasured themselves observing the lewd spectacle.

Alice, Aphasia, and Anya proved equally uninhibited.

Suddenly, the dynamic changed. Red could endure the wait no more. She claimed Noah's manhood and impaled herself upon it with overwhelming might.

Her eyes flared wide, lips parting in a muted cry as his girth pierced directly into her depths, expanding her to capacity.

For an instant, her mind went blank, though her hips continued their rhythm instinctively. The slick, vulgar impacts of skin on skin rang out as Red rebounded with wild energy. Beneath, Solaris lavished Noah's sacs while desperately stimulating her own folds.

Ahead, Lea and Neko consumed Noah's lips in ravenous, rivalrous embraces, utterly indifferent to Emmy's lingering nectar on his skin.

The sensory overload proved intolerable. Noah's stifled groans of rapture buzzed against Lea and Neko's mouths. Still, the sound ignited every partner to intensify their efforts, plunging further, accelerating.

Before long, he unleashed within Red. She wailed in rapture as dense ivory seed spilled from her filled core.

Virgo swiftly materialized, tonguing the surplus that escaped, while Elira assumed Red's position. She opted for her rear passage, yearning for the postponed thrill of rear entry.

The sensation of Noah's essence-and-fluid-coated member breaching her constricted entrance caused the Soul Paragon to bow sharply, ecstasy so profound she struggled to remain erect.

She persisted, howling his name, pleading for quicker, fiercer thrusts. And he delivered.

The very realm morphed into an arena of utter licentiousness, the atmosphere dense enough to savor.

Then Noah assumed command. He parted Selene's thighs and ravaged her to oblivion until her gaze inverted, simultaneously digitizing and orally pleasuring Virgo, who perched over her mother's countenance.

Sophie and Emily came next. They aligned on hands and knees, layered with Sophie atop Emily—Sophie's curves flush against Emily's spine—presenting their leaking cores and open rears. Both got thoroughly dosed with his release, their interiors glazed in white.

Sari mounted Ester's torso, directing Noah's manhood into her offspring's entrance herself, then cleansing the length with her tongue each withdrawal, relishing the depraved blend of tastes. She peaked once more, quaking upon her daughter.

Gradually, each claimed their portion of his essence amid frenzied summits.

Alice's voice box lay ruined, seed spilling from her lips until it dripped from her nostrils.

Lea's rear yawned widely, throbbing as if alive.

Neko's core stretched broadly around her lord's manhood, her features coated in ivory from the seed shower she had implored.

Dominique and Lilith embraced full rear penetration, piling belly-to-spine, rears elevated, both dribbling heavy white flows.

Solaris convulsed near Justicia and Red, the trio hacking up seed, their buds inflamed from ceaseless arousal.

Without exception, they all savored it.

For certain ones, this marked their inaugural genuine gathering with Noah and the rest. They had never encountered such unbridled, insane passion.

Nakedness held no concern.

Climaxing before—or atop—their sisters troubled them not.

Nor did eagerly devouring the manhood fresh from every orifice, slathered in their collective fluids, drool, and release.

Care vanished entirely.

Only the long-craved indulgence counted, permitting their forms and souls to convey all in the rawest manner imaginable.

Thus, it shocked no one when Shadeva mounted Noah until her depths seemed pulverized by his girth, her expression contorting into one her kin would scarcely know.

Yet Noah intensified, rising to his feet, cradling her form with ease as he hammered into her under the collective gaze. The damp smacks sufficed to unhinge any onlooker.

She groaned, clawing profound gashes along his back amid delight and agony, until her cries faded to silence.

She slumped next to the stunned Christelle—whose likeness to Elijah stayed eerily precise—leading Shadeva to grin vacantly and whisper, "How do you like being fucked by your son's killer?"

"I'm obsessed," the matriarch responded with a broad, ecstatic smile, her vision adrift in a tide of seed.

Shadeva chuckled faintly, pivoting to Noah and halting abruptly.

Not her alone. All women halted.

Within that desire-soaked fog, Maryam reclined under her progeny. She seized his fluid-smeared manhood and gradually directed it to her drenched portal.

Her gaze met his. The identical craving reflected back.

She bared her teeth in a savage, desirous smirk, his countenance mere inches away as she uttered the unthinkable:

"Fuck me, Brandon."

The head nudged her threshold. Her entire frame quivered.

"As you wish," Noah replied.

He plunged deeply.

Maryam's spine curved acutely, lips agape in a primal wail of bliss. At Noah's rear, Selene clung tightly, bestowing kisses and laps along his back, their shared essences daubing his form. All the while, Diatah observed from afar, bewildered, completely astounded by the display before her. -End of Chapter 499-