Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System

Noah thrust deep into Lilith with no hint of restraint, no pretense of gentleness, no kindness in his movements — only raw, merciless domination.

He slammed into her with brutal force, without a shred of pity.

His cock plunged into Lilith's ass, stretching her wide, filling her completely, and before long, every inch of him was buried deep inside her.

And oh—

"ARGHH!!" Lilith cried, the sound a blend of agonizing pain and overwhelming pleasure, her body trembling violently — but Dominique held her firm, locked in place, leaving her no room to even squirm.

"Ohhh, Lilith… your ass is fucking divine," Noah groaned, gritting his teeth as her tight asshole clamped down on him, gripping his cock like a vice.

He looked down.

Lilith's eyes were blank, unfocused, her mouth agape, her pussy twitching as if it were breathing — alive, pulsing, leaking slick arousal. His cock was buried inside her ass, and Dominique's eyes were fixed on the sight, wide and shining with reverence, with lust, with hunger, as if watching a holy ritual.

Her own pussy dripped, the wetness trailing down her thighs and onto her mother's belly — but no one cared.

Dominique was entranced by the way Noah's cock moved inside her mother, and Lilith herself? She was far too consumed by the dark and decadent pleasure coursing through her to even think.

Noah began to move — slowly at first, testing her tightness, getting used to the way her ass clenched him so perfectly — and then he started to fuck her in earnest, each thrust faster, harder, deeper.

The wet, rhythmic slaps of flesh colliding echoed shamelessly through the room — but they weren't alone.

Lilith's moans rang out, loud and uncontrolled, not holding back a single sound, not muting a single cry, not caring in the slightest that her daughter was watching her get sodomized — watching her sob, scream, and melt into a mess of drool and tears and raw, unfiltered pleasure.

She wasn't ashamed.

Hell, she was more turned on because of it.

She wanted Dominique to see. She wanted her daughter to see how thoroughly Noah wrecked her. How she gave her body over to their Master, to their Husband. How she took his entire cock inside like a greedy, needy whore.

She wanted to show her — truly show her — what it meant to be a slave.

A willing slave.

A broken slave.

A slave who begged for more.

And so—

"MORE!! FUCK ME HARDER, MASTER! FUCK YOUR SLAVE! YOUR ETERNAL SLAVE!" Lilith screamed, loud, unhinged, utterly shameless.

She didn't care if the world heard.

All she wanted was his cock.

And Noah, hearing her, smiled — no, he grinned — because he loved when his women begged. He loved when they surrendered.

And every time they begged, Noah gave them what they asked for.

"As you wish… my dear slave," he said, voice low and charged with carnal hunger.

Then he slammed into her with renewed force.

"AAHH!! YES!!"

He kept fucking her hard, faster, deeper, while one hand gripped her hair and the other mauled her big breasts, tugging, squeezing, twisting — unleashing waves of stimulation that pushed Lilith deeper into her spiral.

Meanwhile, Dominique had moved behind Noah, her body pressing close, her arms gently wrapping around his neck. She kissed his back, slowly, worshipfully — starting from the nape of his neck and trailing downward, licking and kissing until she reached his muscular ass.

Then she smirked — a wicked, lust-drenched smirk — and began to lick his ass with obscene tenderness.

Noah's mind flared with pleasure so sharp and unexpected that his next thrust came too fast, too deep, too hard — and Lilith screamed, her body spasming violently beneath him.

Dominique, however, wasn't finished.

She lowered herself just beneath his slamming hips — right where Noah's heavy balls were slapping Lilith's ass again and again — and stuck out her tongue like an eager pet.

She waited… waited for the perfect rhythm… and when his balls bounced back, she licked them.

Again.

And again.

Like a dog going rabid over a bone.

Mad. Wild. Completely consumed.

She was into it.

No — they all were.

And when Noah finally came, he buried himself deep in Lilith's ass and released, flooding her insides with thick, white seed.

When he pulled out, a hot, sticky stream of cum followed, dribbling from her ruined hole onto the bed below.

Lilith collapsed, eyes blank, body twitching, spent.

Dominique finally released his cock from her worship, then turned around and knelt before him, her back facing her mother. Both Lilith's holes were swollen — one already dripping with earlier release — and she didn't hesitate for even a second.

Dominique took his cock into her mouth, instantly.

Noah smirked.

"You're sucking the same cock that just destroyed your mother's ass and pussy, Dominique," he said, his tone filled with amusement and dark delight.

Dominique grinned back with his length still in her mouth.

"It's your cock, Master," she said after pulling back just enough to speak. "I'd suck it even if it came out of the filthiest hole imaginable. Let alone my mother's."

Her eyes gleamed — mad, ecstatic, filled with perverse joy.

Noah's smirk widened.

After licking him clean, Dominique turned and positioned herself above her mother, bending forward, her ass raised, her dripping pussy glistening.

"Fuck my ass… like you fucked hers," she whispered, her voice soaked in sin, so sensual it could drive even gods insane.

Then she reached down, grabbed her mother's cheeks, and whispered in her ear:

"Wake up, Mother… wake up and watch your daughter get fucked by the same cock that made you faint from pleasure."

And with that—

Lilith's eyes snapped open.

Pink eyes met pink eyes.

They smiled.

A knowing, twisted, utterly unholy smile.

A degenerate smile. A whore's smile. A slave's smile.

…

Meanwhile, while Noah was breaking both a mother and her daughter in the throes of hellish pleasure—

Shadeva was walking alone, quietly, through the mountainous region of the Shadow Realm.

There were no trees here, only towering peaks of dark stone, carved by ancient forces, shaped by shadows themselves.

Rustles of movement echoed in the distance — but Shadeva didn't stop. She didn't flinch. She didn't even blink.

She simply walked.

Calmly. Leisurely. Like a goddess taking a stroll through a long-abandoned garden of shadows, like an adult returning home after years abroad, trying to recognize the place they left behind.

And in truth, she was curious.

The Shadow Realm had changed.

'So… they didn't just play around while I was gone,' Shadeva thought, not without a sliver of pride biting into her voice.

Strangely, she felt happy. Annoyingly happy. That they hadn't neglected their home. That they had grown, expanded, evolved.

Her lips curved into a faint smile as she kept walking with that same slow grace—and somewhere in her chest, an unwelcome heat stirred.

She didn't want to feel it.

But she did.

She was eager.

Eager to see them again. Her siblings.

She hated that.

And yet—

"…I'm such a weak-hearted woman," she muttered, almost scolding herself, her voice sharp and bitter and low.

She paused mid-step. Smiled. Then kept walking like nothing had cracked her.

"It's been so long since I last stepped foot here… since I last came home," she murmured. And then, louder—

"Come out, my children."

That smile on her lips—gentle, eerie, almost motherly—was a smile no one in Noah's camp had ever seen before.

"Come out and kill everything in my way."

A breath of silence passed.

Then it happened.

Voices.

Not one. Not two.

But millions.

All speaking at once, layered in unholy harmony, like a choir of beasts that had slumbered too long.

"By your order, O Mother of Shadows."

And just like that—the entire mountain range was swallowed in a darkness so deep, so thick, it felt like the end of everything.

Shadeva's children… her summons… her loyal monsters—

They had returned.

And they had only one purpose:

To kill.

—End of Chapter 207—