Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 500 Return

Diatah observed the spectacle in an astonishment she had never anticipated experiencing during such encounters.

It was not her initial exposure to individuals giving in to their carnal urges, yet it marked the very first instance where the intensity of their indulgence reached such a staggering extreme.

Chills prickled over her flesh like marching insects as she gazed at the women coated in white. Their pussies stretched wide, quivering and almost inhaling the dense cum; their asses yawned open, panting, exposing similarly whitish voids within.

Their eyes held a glazed sheen, with lust oozing from them in unnerving

quantities.

That was far from everything. Her eyes shifted to mothers and daughters, sisters - all engaged in licking Noah's semen from one another's forms, as if unwilling to squander even the tiniest bit of his essence.

The display proved profoundly arousing. Diatah noticed she had ceased breathing; she gulped heavily.

With a deep, trembling inhalation, she directed her attention to the concluding view. Her heart appeared to sink dramatically.

Noah was slamming into his own mother, positioned on hands and knees, tongue dangling, saliva dripping, shrieking ceaselessly for additional.

He had released inside her several times already, and with every forceful plunge, resounding, slippery, moist noises echoed from their bodies meeting.

On each occasion, Maryam's rear quivered dramatically, Noah's cock delving to unfathomable depths.

"Ohhhh!" she cried out, climaxing for the sixth consecutive time alongside Noah. She tumbled forward onto her torso, her breaths harsh

and fatigued.

"Ah..." Noah murmured, his tone heavy with overpowering desire.

He extracted himself from Maryam's soaked pussy - semen promptly spilling forth, and Selene promptly engulfed him with her lips.

She devoured him with savage vigor, her azure eyes fixed on his, grinning around his shaft as she fully deep-throated him. Noah grunted, clutching a sturdy handful of her locks, then started pumping in and out of her oral cavity without restraint. Selene's gaze grew hazy. She parted her mouth further, clasped his legs, and permitted him to ravage her face more vigorously, eagerly.

She retched; strands of drool twisted outward. Semen and vaginal fluids descended deep into her belly and streaked over her features.

Selene and Noah immersed themselves in utter bliss. Before long, they both achieved a detonating peak. Selene's neck swelled noticeably as Noah's load surged into her.

Noah muted a piercing yelp of delight and gradually pulled away from his mother's mouth.

Selene parted her lips broadly, displaying the ocean of cum gathered on her tongue, then gulped it all away.

"Next time," she purred, eyeing him with unbridled craving, "I want it inside my womb."

"Your ass too?" Noah jested, already advancing toward Maryam, who regarded him with insatiable yearning.

"Even my ass. And if you discover another opening in my body, I want it stuffed," Selene answered with an affirmative motion. She observed affectionately as the shaft she had just serviced - now glistening with her spittle - plunged anew into Maryam's rosy pussy.

This round, Maryam rested prone on her chest, her rear elevated prominently and bare. Noah lowered his entire mass upon her as he thrust profoundly.

"Do you want to kill your own mother?" Maryam mumbled, sensing her son's cock bearing straight against her womb.

"Dying from pleasure isn't such a bad death, don't you think?"

Maryam chuckled in gasps.

"So kill me."

Noah complied.

Selene mounted Maryam's back, her sopping pussy rubbing against the flesh, then drew Noah into a profound kiss while he elicited whimpers from his

mother below them.

Diatah ultimately clamped her eyes closed, shutting out her remaining

senses as well.

'I've seen enough,' she informed herself, intentionally opting for darkness rather than witnessing such perversion.

And...

She proved correct.

...

Following numerous additional sessions, Noah and his wives at last concluded their personal manner of whiling away the time.

Presently, they reclined together - remaining unclothed, yet refreshed - conversing about the latest events and reminiscing chiefly about bygone days. The women felt cheerful after enduring such intense satisfaction, prompting each to recount their initial perceptions of Noah upon first encountering him, and even impressions of the fellow wives.

From Virgo viewing Noah as a target for elimination, to Justicia regarding him as a barrier to her destined one, or Elira's fascination with his abilities, Neko for her innocent affection toward Noah from his infancy, and Ester's aversion

toward Noah the tormentor.

They chuckled heartily. Apollonia particularly voiced her initial disdain for

Yuki right from the start. She anticipated Yuki to reciprocate, but the blade wielder instead declared how spending moments with Apollonia had been immensely enjoyable.

The heavenly maiden utterly lost her words, her cheeks blazing in abrupt mortification. She concealed herself behind Sari, Yuki's statement

catching her utterly unprepared.

They all roared in laughter and pressed on.

Ere long, it became Noah's opportunity to reveal his initial impressions. They ranged diversely and proved quite engaging. Ultimately, the talk shifted to

the topic the ladies were most eager to explore.

Diatah Taraji Desdomona.

He concealed nothing, detailing all that transpired regarding their union and even the issue involving Nafi, the Origin Will.

In conclusion, he positioned himself nude next to Diatah, his member still visible, grinning broadly,

"And so, this is Diatah Taraji Desdomona." He introduced her. "Don't mind her rude and arrogant nature. Have mercy on her!"

"I don't need mercy from them." Diatah stated icily, stepping apart from Noah. "And don't stand near me naked."

"Christelle, my dear." He summoned her, prompting her gaze toward him. "I will leave you with her."

Diatah whipped her head in his direction. "What do you mean-!"

"Ah really?" Christelle's sly yet endearing tone rang out. "As you

wish, husband."

Noah beamed at Taraji. "I know you will like her. Just go."

Before Diatah could protest further, Noah clapped his palms, restoring their attire upon everyone.

All of them, including Diatah, donned scarlet-golden garments in varied designs. At the back, the Vaelgrim name was inscribed, paired with their

emblem.

Then he surveyed them all, his expression now utterly grave.

"I have become the Throne of our Spirit World and a Primordial level

being." He declared. "You know what comes now?"

"Return." Red uttered, her gaze icy and vengeful.

"Yes, return." Noah affirmed, and Providence dismantled the barrier.

He pivoted to regard Shadow and Idalia Marigold. The latter's stare remained locked on Justicia - not even acknowledging her own offspring.

"Oh my dear Justicia! How I would gladly inform Elijah of how thoroughly you've been taken like the slut you truly are. Ah Light above, I yearn to witness it immensely, just to reveal it to him. Perhaps now he will confront the truth. Don't you think?"

Shadow, in the meantime, fixed her eyes on Elira, who returned the look.

"The ninth." Shadow remarked, beaming. "You have matured splendidly and exceeded our expectations! I am the Seventh! I assisted in your birth!"

Her tone brimmed with joy.

Noah and the women observed them intently. Then gradually, Noah flashed

a chilling grin,

"I suppose we have matters to address once we're back."

Justicia's visage turned grave.

Apollonia brimmed with fury.

While Elira grappled with the unfamiliar sensation within her.

The other women regarded the scene with assorted levels of curiosity, but

ultimately,

Noah slashed his hand downward from above to below. The void ripped

asunder, birthing a gateway.

"Let's go." He commanded, entering the portal, trailed by his spouses

and prisoners.

In that manner,

The Vaelgrim had returned.

-End of Chapter 500-