God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem

Kafka's smirk widened into a triumphant grin as he watched Nina pour out her true feelings.

His fingers then loosened slightly on her nipples as he leaned in close, his voice a low, encouraging growl. "There it is, let it all out, Nina. Tell me everything—don't hold back now."

Nina's words tumbled out in a breathless, shameless flood, her body quivering as she surrendered completely to the torrent of her desires. "The way you've been manhandling me—stretching my tits, beating my stomach—it's so damn good, Kafka!♡~"

"...Every pinch, every pull it hurts so bad, but it's like heaven, like fire racing through me!♡~"

"...And I love how you talk to me—so dirty, so nasty. Calling me a slut, a bitch, a whore—it's like you're tearing me apart, and I can't get enough!♡~"

"...It makes me shiver, makes me so wet that I can't think straight—I've been dying to scream it this whole time!♡~"

Camila's hands fell limp at her sides, her voice a stunned whisper as she stared, her pale skin flushing faintly. "Oh my...She's serious—she's spilling everything. She's really into this all of it..."

Abigaille's breath hitched, her eyes widening as she murmured. "Nina, you...You mean all of this? You've been feeling this way the whole time? It's...It's unbelievable..."

Nina in her normal state would've immidietly snapped out of her daze when she heard those two comments from the side. But currently she was long gone into the ocean of pleasure she was feeling at the moment and she ignored them as she pressed on, her voice rising with every word.

"When you scratched my nipples, Kafka—God, it stung so much, but it sent jolts straight to my core—I wanted more!♡~"

"...And stretching them, dragging them around like they're nothing—I felt so helpless, so owned, and it was perfect!♡~"

"...Not to mention, lifting them up like this, making me see them—it's humiliating, and I'm fucking dripping for it!♡~

"...Oh, and the punches—fuck, don't get me started on the punches. The way you warm me up, then hit me—it shouldn't feel this good, but it does!♡~"

"...Every blow made my whole body shake, made me want you to keep going—I'm such a slut for it, Kafka, I'm such a slut for you!♡~" She finally said as she looked at him with love-crazed eyes like he was the only one in the world who could make her feel this wretched way.

And hearing Nina pour out her true feelings, Kafka's expression finally softened unexpectedly, his harsh demeanor melting into something gentler as he released her nipples at last, letting her verdant breasts fall back with a soft bounce.

He then stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her in a warm, comforting hug, his voice dropping to a soothing murmur as he pressed his cheek against hers.

"See? That wasn't so bad, was it? You did good, Nina, letting it all out like that...Such a good job." His hands rubbed her back gently, a stark contrast to the torment he'd inflicted moments before, his touch now tender and reassuring.

Feeling the sudden warmth after all that harsh treatment, Nina whimpered softly, her body still trembling as she snapped out of her lust-filled state and slowly melted into his embrace, her arms wrapping around him tightly as she sought his comfort.

"K-Kafka..." She mumbled, her voice a shaky whisper as she buried her face in his chest, her verdant skin still flushed with arousal and relief. "It...It felt so good...But it was so much..." Her fingers clutched at his shirt, her breaths uneven as she clung to him, the vulnerability in her tone tugging at the air.

Hearing this, Kafka pulled back slightly, his hands resting on her shoulders as he looked down at her with a gentle, almost playful smile, already knowing exactly what she needed and wanted.

"Hey, does it hur t?" He asked, his voice soft but laced with a teasing edge as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. "All that stretching, those little punches...Do you need some kisses to make it better, Nina? Tell me? Do you?"

Hearing this, Nina's eyes flickered with a mix of exhaustion and opportunity, a shy, pitiful pout forming on her lips as she seized the chance.

She tilted her head up, her gaze meeting his as she pointed a trembling finger at her bruised nipples, the bright purple tips marked with faint red welts from his nails. "H-Here.." She murmured, her voice small and pleading as she shifted her hand to her abdomen, tracing the faint pinkish marks where his fists had landed. "And...And here...And here...They all hurt, Kafka...I need kisses to make it stop..."

Kafka chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with affection as he leaned down without hesitation.

"Alright, you poor little thing—let's fix that." He said, his voice warm and indulgent as he pressed his lips to her left nipple first.

His kiss was slow, passionate, his tongue flicking out to graze the tender tip as he sucked gently, soothing the ache with a wet, lingering heat that made her gasp.

"Oh!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Ughh!♡~ Yes!♡~ Yeahh!♡~"

He then moved to her right nipple, his mouth enveloping it fully as he kissed and licked with a tender intensity, his hands cupping her breasts gently to hold them steady, her moans turning soft and satisfied as the pain melted under his touch.

"Aah!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Ohh!♡~ Augh!♡~ Yes, Kafka!♡~ Yesss!♡~"

Then he sank to his knees, his lips trailing down her smooth abdomen as he kissed each bruise mark with the same fervent care. His mouth pressed warmly against the spot just below her navel, his tongue swirling over the faint pink mark as he murmured against her skin.

Mmm!♡~ Ohhh!♡~ Aaahh!♡~ Yesss!♡~ Unghh!♡~ Ooooh!♡~"

"Right here, huh? Poor baby...Let me make it better."

He moved to the next mark above her hip, his lips sucking lightly as his hands gripped her waist, steadying her trembling frame as she sighed in delight, her skin prickling with goosebumps under his affectionate assault.

Watching this absurd sight, Camila's jaw dropped further, her voice a stunned whisper as she watched Nina's transformation. "What the hell...S-She was just screaming her head off a second ago, and now she's...smiling? Happy as hell while he's kissing her all over? This is insane!"

Abigaille's hands fell from her face, her massive breasts heaving as she shook her head in disbelief, her voice soft and incredulous. "She...She's glowing now. And after all that—he's coddling her, and she's loving it. I can't believe it—our Nina, smiling like that after...everything."

Nina ignored them as her lips curved into a contented, blissful smile. Her eyes were half-lidded with satisfaction as Kafka's kisses trailed back up her abdomen, his final kiss landing on her bruised nipple with a soft, lingering press.

"Mmm...Thank you, Kafka..." She murmured, her voice a gentle whimper as she leaned into him, her body relaxed and pliant in his arms. "It...It feels so much better now."

Kafka grinned, pulling her close again as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, his voice warm and teasing. "Good girl—see? All you needed was to let it out, and a little love after. You're mine, Nina—don't forget that."

His arms tightened around her, her happy sigh muffled against his chest as Camila and Abigaille stood dumbfounded, the stark shift from torment to tenderness leaving them reeling at the sight of their fierce friend now basking in Kafka's gentle, coddling embrace.

After a little while, realising that he had accomplished his goal, Kafka then pulled back slightly, his hands resting gently on her waist as a playful, knowing grin spread across his face.

"You know..." He said, his voice dropping to a warm, teasing murmur. "With all that intense stimulation—pinching, stretching, tugging—your nipples should be secreting milk by now."

"...That's how it works, right? All that rough play to get things flowing."

Nina's eyes widened, a spark of hope lighting up her gaze as she tilted her head up to meet his. "Really?" She asked, her voice trembling with excitement and disbelief, her hands clutching at his shirt as she leaned in closer. "You think...You think it could happen? After all that?"

Kafka chuckled, his grin widening as he brushed a thumb across her cheek, his tone laced with a playful confidence. "Only one way to find out, huh?"

"...Let's test it—see if those gorgeous tits of yours are ready to give us a little surprise."

He then shifted his grip, his hands sliding up to cup her verdant breasts fully, his fingers splaying wide as he began to massage them with a slow, deliberate rhythm.

His palms pressed into the soft, cantaloupe—sized mounds, kneading them gently at first, then with more purpose, his thumbs brushing over her bright purple nipples as he tugged them lightly, mimicking the motions of milking.

Nina's breath hitched, her body tensing with anticipation as she watched his hands work, her verdant skin prickling with goosebumps under his touch. "K-Kafka...Do you really think?" She murmured, her voice a mix of nerves and hope as she leaned into him, her eyes locked on her breasts.

Camila and Abigaille also leaned in from the side, their earlier shock giving way to eager curiosity, their gazes fixed on Nina's chest with hopeful intensity.

Camila's plump lips parted slightly, her voice a soft, encouraging whisper. "Come on, Nina...You've been through hell—let's see if it paid off. You deserve this."

Abigaille nodded, her breasts heaving as she clasped her hands together, her tone gentle and supportive. "Oh, I hope so...after all that, it'd be amazing if it worked. You're so strong, Nina—let's see it!"

Knwking that he had hopeful attention from all sides, Kafka's hands moved with practiced ease, his fingers squeezing and pulling at her nipples with a steady, rhythmic pressure, his touch firm but careful as he coaxed her breasts.

He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, tugging them outward in long, slow pulls, then pressing them back into her soft flesh, his palms kneading her mounds in a circular motion that made them jiggle faintly.

"Come on, you sexy little thing." He murmured, his voice low and teasing as he worked. "Give me something—show me what these slutty tits can do. All that rough play's gotta pay off, right?"

Nina's breaths grew shallow, her eyes flickering with a mix of anticipation and doubt as she watched, her body trembling under his hands.

Seconds stretched into moments, and just as a flicker of disappointment began to creep into her expression—her shoulders slumping slightly as she whispered. "Maybe...Maybe it's not gonna happen..."—a sudden miracle broke through.

Two thin, white streams spurted from her nipples, arcing through the air and splattering onto Kafka's shirt with a soft splat, the warm liquid soaking into the fabric in faint, milky streaks.

Splurt!~ Splurt!~

And the moment it did, Nina's eyes widened in shock, then lit up with pure, unfiltered joy as she gasped.

"Oh my God—it's milk! Kafka, look it's actually milk coming out of my chest!"

Her voice rose into an ecstatic squeal as she turned to him, her face glowing with delight.

Kafka's own expression mirrored hers, a broad, joyous grin spreading across his lips as he laughed, his hands still cupping her breasts as the streams dribbled to a stop. "Holy shit, Nina! You did it!" He exclaimed, his voice brimming with pride and excitement as he met her gaze.

And before he could say more, out of pure joy and relief, Nina launched herself at him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she jumped into his embrace.

He also caught her effortlessly, his hands sliding under her thighs to hold her up as she clung to him, her body pressed tight against his chest.

"I can't believe it!" She cried, her voice bubbling with joy as she buried her face in his neck, her words tumbling out in a rush. "My breasts—they can make milk! I can feed my baby someday—I'm so relieved, Kafka, you have no idea! I was so scared it wouldn't work, but it did it really did!" She pulled back just enough to beam at him, her eyes shimmering with happy tears as she bounced slightly in his arms, her excitement infectious.

Camila clapped her hands together, a wide grin breaking across her face as she stepped closer. "That's it, Nina! Look at you—milking like a champ! That's incredible—I'm so happy for you!"

Abigaille's smile was softer, her hands pressed to her heart as she nodded, her voice warm and tender. "Oh, Nina...That's wonderful! You're going to be such a good mom someday—I knew you had it in you. This is amazing! A miracle indeed!"

Seeing everyone praise Nina, Kafka also decided to join in. He tightened his hold on her, his grin turning flirtatious and as his voice dropped to a loving, dirty murmur as he gazed into her eyes.

"Look at you, my sexy little milkmaid—squirting all over me like that. All that rough play paid off—now I've got a hot, lactating tiger in my arms, ready to feed the world."

"...How's it feel, huh, Nina? Knowing you're mine, dripping and delicious?"

Nina's cheeks flushed a deeper green, her verdant eyes sparkling with a mix of bashfulness and delight as she leaned in closer, her lips hovering near his.

"It feels...so good, Kafka!♡~" She murmured, her voice soft and playful as she matched his flirtatious tone. "I love being yours—your d-dirty little milkmaid, your needy little kitten that can't stop dripping from her udders!♡~

"You made this happen—you're amazing, you know that? I can't stop smiling—I'm so happy, and it's all because of you!♡~" Her hands slid up to cup his face, her fingers tracing his jaw as their breaths mingled, the air between them crackling with heat.

Kafka's eyes darkened with affection and desire, his voice a husky whisper as he closed the gap. "Damn right it's because of me and let me tell you that I'm gonna take real good care of my lactating goddess, you hear? You're too fucking hot to resist, Nina—all mine to play with, to kiss, to love."

And then without a moment to waste, his lips crashed against hers, the kiss deep and passionate, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as he pulled her tighter against him, her breasts pressing into his chest as she moaned softly into the embrace.

"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"

Their flirtation spilled over, their voices weaving together as they kissed and murmured between breaths. "You're such a tease." Nina giggled against his lips, her tone light and sultry. "Making me squirt like that—what else you gonna do to me, huh?"

"Oh, plenty." Kafka shot back, his hands squeezing her thighs as he nipped at her lower lip. "Gonna milk you dry, then fuck you till you're begging for more—my sexy little cow's got a lot to give, doesn't she?"

"Only for you!♡~" She purred, her eyes half-lidded with adoration as she kissed him again, deeper this time, her tongue dancing with his as their bodies pressed closer, lost in their heated exchange.

"Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Sip!♡~"

But just as their kiss deepened, a sharp voice cut through the haze.

"Alright, you two—enough of that!"

Camila called out, her tone a mix of amusement and impatience as she stepped forward, hands on her hips.

"You can flirt and suck face later as Nina's not the only one who wants to know her fate here! I've been waiting long enough—my turn, Kafka."

"...So, let's see if these babies can do the same trick."

She gestured to her plump breasts, her pink nipples already hardening slightly as she shot him a challenging grin.

Seeing this, Nina pulled back from Kafka with a playful pout, her lips brushing his one last time before she slid out of his arms, landing lightly on her feet.

"Fine, fine—steal him away, Camila." She teased, her voice still bright with joy as she stepped aside, her hands brushing her own breasts with a proud smile. "But good luck keeping up with me I'm the milk queen now!"

Kafka chuckled, his gaze shifting to Camila with a wicked, promising glint as he wiped the milk stains from his shirt. "Oh, don't worry, Camila—I've got plenty of energy left."

"...Now, let's see what those gorgeous tits of yours can do, huh?"

He beckoned her forward, the air thick with anticipation as Abigaille and Nina watched, their expression a mix of lingering shock and quiet excitement, wondering if he was going to use the same method to extract the milk like he did or if he had a new trick up his sleeve...