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

Kafka stood slowly, his muscles flexing as he gripped the brimming bucket, lifting it with both hands, the creamy mix sloshing faintly against the wooden sides. His eyes gleamed hunger as he admired it, milk droplets clinging to his fingers from where he'd dipped them moments before.

"After all that effort, it's finally full—stuffed to the damn brim with this gorgeous mix from my mother and my two lovers." He tilted his head back slightly, his throat tensing in anticipation as he prepared to indulge.

Abigaille, Camila, and Nina crawled toward him on all fours, their milk-covered bodies glistening in the steamy glow, their eyes locked on him with a blend of adoration and raw desire as he lifted the bucket to his lips, his throat bobbing as the warm, creamy milk flowed down in slow, deliberate gulps.

The sight sent a shiver through them, their breaths quickening as they watched their essence disappear into him.

"Oh my...That's our milk going down his throat." Camila murmured, her voice a sultry purr as she licked her lips, her plump breasts swaying slightly. "All that sweet cream—meant for babies, for my Bella—and here's Kafka, guzzling it like it's his goddamn birthright."

Nina giggled softly, her firm breasts jiggling as she shifted closer, milk still dripping faintly from her purple nipples. "It's wild, isn't it?" She whispered, her tone soft and reverent. "Mine was supposed to nourish my babies too—but I'd rather watch master drink it, take every drop we've got."

Abigaille's eyes shimmered with a maternal, lustful glow as she pressed herself closer, her massive breasts brushing the stone floor. "Not for me." She said, her voice thick with affection as she gazed up at Kafka, his throat still working the milk down. "That's my baby drinking it—my sweet boy, sucking me dry again. I'd let him drain me forever—pour every ounce from these breasts I have as long as he's satisfied."

"...God, I'd fill buckets more just for you, sweetie!♡~"

Kafka lowered the bucket after drinking half, milk glistening on his lips and chin as he let out a deep, satisfied sigh, like a man refreshed by the finest elixir. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his chest rising and falling as he savored the aftertaste.

"So damn tasty." He said, licking his lips as he looked down at them, his voice brimming with awe. "I can taste all three of you—my mother's rich, warm flood, Camila's sweet, playful cream, Nina's thick, silky velvet—all merging into one perfect milk."

"...Damn, if I bottled this and sold it, it'd go for insane money, make the world lose their minds."

He paused, his gaze softening as he met their eyes—Abigaille's tender devotion, Camila's mischievous glint, and Nina's quiet worship.

"But I'd never do that." He added, setting the bucket down beside him with a gentle thud. "This is all mine—ours for me and my family. No one else gets a drop."

He smirked, stepping back as he began peeling off his soaked clothes, his shirt sliding off to reveal his chiseled chest, then his pants dropping to free his massive cock, thick and pulsing as it dangled between his legs. He then climbed onto a smooth rock, sitting with a casual dominance as he spread his legs wide, the bucket within reach.

Grabbing it, he then tilted it over himself, pouring a slow stream of the warm milk onto his cock, letting it drip down his shaft, over his balls, coating him in a creamy sheen that glistened in the steamy light.

"Now it's your turn." He said, spreading his legs wider, his cock twitching as the milk trickled off him. "If you want a taste, come lick it off—suck it clean."

"...So, who wants to have a taste first?"

None of them hesitated.

Abigaille, Camila, and Nina surged forward on all fours, their milk-soaked bodies pressing close as they crowded around him, their mouths eager and hungry.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

There was barely enough space, but they claimed their spots—Abigaille's lips wrapping around his shaft, Camila's tongue lapping at his tip, Nina's mouth sucking his balls—alternating with a frantic, sensual rhythm.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

They licked and sucked, tongues sliding over his milk—drenched cock, teeth grazing gently, lips brushing as they kissed each other in the chaos, swapping the creamy taste between them.

"Fuck your cock's so tasty, master." Camila moaned, her tongue swirling around his tip, milk dripping down her chin as she sucked, then nipped Nina's lips, passing the flavor with a playful nip. "Like the best fucking ice cream—sweet and creamy—I could lick this every damn day!♡~"

Nina hummed in agreement, her mouth moving from his balls to his shaft, licking up a streak of milk as she kissed Abigaille's cheek, their tongues brushing briefly.

"God, yes—it's better than anything!♡~" She gasped, her voice trembling with lust. "Kids might want ice cream sticks, but I'd pick this cock every time—so much fucking tastier, master—I'm addicted!♡~"

Abigaille pulled back briefly, licking milk from her lips as she gazed up at him, her tongue tracing his length before accidentally brushing over Camila's mouth, their lips overlapping in a creamy exchange.

"Sweetie, it's perfect—your cock with our milk!♡~" She murmured, her voice thick with maternal love and raw desire. "I'd feed you like this forever...Suck you dry while you drink us...Nothing beats this!♡~"

Kafka smiled down at them, his cock throbbing under their eager mouths, the sight of his three women—mother and lovers—sucking him with such devotion sending a surge of heat through him.

"Fuck, this is amazing." He said, grabbing the bucket and tilting it again, pouring the remaining milk over their bodies.

It cascaded down Abigaille's massive breasts, streaked Camila's plump curves, dripped off Nina's firm frame, coating them in a glistening sheen that dripped erotically onto the stone.

"Watching my gorgeous cows suck me like this—like you're starving for your mother's milk...It's fucking unreal."

He groaned, his restraint snapping as the sight pushed him over the edge, his cock pulsing with need.

"I don't think I can hold back anymore." He said, setting the empty bucket. aside as he stood, milk dripping from his body. "I'm gonna impregnate all my cows right now—keep you leaking like this forever."

"...Starting with you, Nina—my sweet virgin cow."

He stepped down, his massive cock swaying as he approached her, his eyes glinting with intent.

"Keeping you a virgin all this while is bad for business—I need you pregnant, tits full and lactating all the time. So, you're first, Nina, I'm gonna fill you up good tonight."

Hearing this, Nina froze, her flushed face paling slightly as a flicker of nerves crossed her eyes, milk still dripping from her breasts.

Kafka then turned to his mother and Camila, his hands gesturing toward her.

"She's scared and has been holding off this moment because of that very fear for a while now." He said, his voice softening with care. "Help her, you two—soothe her nerves, get her ready for my cock. She needs you."

Abigaille and Camila exchanged a glance, their eyes lighting up with interest and affection as they crawled to Nina's side, their hands gentle as they guided her to lie back on the warm stone, spreading her legs tenderly. Nina's gulped, her body trembling as she looked between them, flustered and uncertain, her pussy glistening with arousal despite her nerves.

"Oh, sweet Nina, don't be scared." Abigaille murmured, stroking her hair as she knelt beside her, her voice a soothing lullaby laced with love. "It'll only sting for a second—then it's pure bliss, I promise. He's so good and he's gonna fill you up, make you feel amazing."

"...And you're already so wet, so it'll probably slide right in."

Camila grinned, her hand tracing Nina's thigh as she spread her legs wider, her tone warm and teasing.

"Yeah, Nina—trust us, it's heaven once he's in you." She said, kissing Nina's knee softly. "And you're dripping already, you're so ready for him. That fat cock's gonna stretch you just right—hurt a little, then feel like nothing else."

"...And we're going to be right by your side while you take him in, so you don't have to worry about anything."

Nina whimpered, her eyes darting between them and Kafka, who approached with his massive cock in hand, thick and pulsing as he knelt between her legs.

"I—I don't know." She whispered, her voice quaking with fear and longing, her body tense yet yielding as Abigaille and Camila held her, their hands soothing her trembling limbs.

"You'll see, my sweet Nina—it's all love." Abigaille said, as she cradled her head, her massive breasts brushing Nina's cheek. "He's your master and he's going make you his, just like us."

Camila nodded, her fingers brushing Nina's clit gently, coaxing a soft moan from her lips. "Exactly, it's going feel so good, Nina." She murmured, her voice a loving caress. "We're here gonna hold you through it. Let him fuck you, let him fill you up, and let him make you join us as well."

Kafka positioned himself, his cock brushing Nina's slick entrance as he looked down at her, his hands gripping her hips gently, steadying her trembling form against the warm stone.

"Ready, Nina?" He said, his voice steady and warm, a quiet promise woven into the words as he held her gaze, while Abigaille and Camila flanked her, their soothing words wrapping her in a cocoon of support.

Nina's eyes lifted to meet his, shimmering with a blend of love and something softer, more fragile—a pitiful vulnerability that softened her fierce exterior. Her breath hitched, and she reached up, her fingers brushing his wrist as she spoke, her voice trembling with raw honesty.

"Kafka, I know I seem fierce and tough on the outside, like a woman who can handle anything life throws at her."

"But the truth is, I really hate pain—I can't stand it at all. I cry so easily when it comes to moments like this, and I don't want to cry during my first time."

"...So, p-please, be as gentle as you can with me—I want this to be beautiful, not with me being all ugly with tears streaming down my face."

Kafka's lustful edge melted away at her words, his hands loosening their grip on her hips as he leaned closer, his eyes softening into a gentle, adoring gaze that mirrored her vulnerability. He brushed a thumb across her cheek, catching a faint shimmer of moisture before it could fall, and smiled tenderly.

"Nina, my adorable little tigress, even if you cry, there's nothing wrong with that, as your tears don't make you weak, they make you real and I'd love you just as much."

"No matter how much you cry, no matter how many tears you spill, you'll still be as beautiful as always—pretty as the day I met you, when I fell for you at first sight."

"...You're my little kitten, tears or not, and nothing will ever change that."

"Badump!♡~ Badump!♡~ Badump!♡~"

Nina's heart thudded in her chest, overwhelmed by his words as emotions surged through her love, gratitude, a dizzying sense of belonging that made her breath catch.

She thought of how lucky she was to have met Kafka out of all the people in the world, this man who treated her like a delicate, cherished angel when her whole life, others had seen her as some kind of devil—judging her for her bold personality, her different skin, her unyielding spirit.

His acceptance pierced through years of rejection, and in that moment, she realized that no matter how many lives she lived, she'd want every single one to be with him, bound to his gentle strength.

Tears welled in her eyes—not from fear, but from the depth of her feelings and she smiled up at him, a radiant, trembling smile that lit her face with pure devotion.

"Kafka..." She whispered, her voice quivering with emotion as she reached for his hands, squeezing them tightly. "Come inside me. I want to feel your love deep inside me right now."

"...Fill me with you, make me yours completely as I'm finally ready and need you so much right now."

Kafka's eyes shimmered with affection as he obeyed, his hands sliding to her hips once more, guiding her gently as he aligned himself. He pressed forward, slow and steady his cock parting her slick folds with a tender, steady push.

The tip breached her entrance, stretching her virgin walls as he moved deeper, inch by careful inch, his gaze locked on hers to catch every flicker of emotion.

"Nnnn!♡~ It's going i-inside!♡~ Mmm!♡~ I-It's going inside of me!♡~"

Nina's breath caught, a soft whimper escaping her lips as the initial stretch brought a faint sting—a brief, sharp sensation that made her fingers tighten around Abigaille's hand—but Kafka paused, letting her adjust, his thumbs stroking her hips in soothing circles.

And as he did, the sting faded quickly, replaced by a warm, filling pressure as he pushed further, his cock sliding deeper into her tight, untouched heat. Her walls clenched around him, soft and yielding, drawing him in as he reached the barrier of her virginity.

"Hmmm!♡~"

With a gentle thrust, he broke through, his cock sinking fully into her, all the way to the hilt, the tip brushing the entrance to her womb in a deep, intimate caress.

"Haughhh!♡~ Ahhhh!♡~"

Nina gasped, her body tensing for a moment before melting into the sensation of fullness, warmth, and a blossoming pleasure that radiated through her core, tingling up her spine and making her milk leak faster from her breasts in creamy rivulets.

"Oh, Kafka!♡~" She moaned, her voice a trembling hymn of awe and love as tears slipped down her cheeks—not from pain, but from the overwhelming flood of emotion crashing through her.

She felt him inside her—his thick, pulsing length stretching her, claiming her, filling her with a love so profound it made her heart ache.

The connection was electric, a fusion of their bodies and souls that left her breathless, her pussy fluttering around him as pleasure began to pulse in waves throughout her entire body.

"It's...It's so deep...so good...I feel you everywhere, Kafka!♡~ I feel your love so deep inside of me!♡~"

She breathed, her eyes locked on his, shimmering with adoration as her body surrendered completely...