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

"Ahhh!♡~ Just like that, Kafka!♡~ Ohhh!♡~ Mmmm!♡~ Aughh!♡~ Just like that!♡~ Yeah!♡~ Yes!♡~"

Nina had always thought her nipples were a useless part of her body that only came into use when she had to feed her children, whom she used to think that she would never receive because she believed that she would never find a man dumb enough to build a family with her.

But here she was moaning out because of the electrifying feeling of having another man suck on her breasts like an animal, which made her come to the understanding that they weren't useless at all.

Rather, it was just that she hadn't found someone else to use them, like Kafka was doing now to bring her the utmost pleasure.

"Slosh!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Why does this f-feel so good?!♡~ Slosh!♡~ Sip!♡~ Why does it feel like my body is melting!?♡~ Mmm!♡~"

Nina whimpered as she felt Kafka move onto her nipple next door that was asking to be sucked on with how perky it looked, leaving the other one completely covered in a transparent fluid.

His saliva made her already dark areolas show a deeper shade of indigo and made it seem that part of her breasts were oiled up, making it look really erotic and vulgar.

"Aah!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Ohh!♡~ Augh!♡~ Yes!♡~

Yesss!♡~"

He groped onto her breasts like he was trying to squeeze out the last few drops of milk out of them, until finally her nipples properly popped out and pointed at him like spheres. He played with her nipple that was untouched until now, like he did with the one that was currently battered and bruised.

"Ohhh!♡~ Lick!♡~ Sigh!♡~ Nibble!♡~ Mmm!♡~"

Kafka didn't give Nina a chance to breathe at all and continued licking the tip of her Nina's nipples, like he was trying to dull down their sharpness.

It seemed to be working as every time his rough tongue slid against her tender nipples, they trembled and twitched along with the rest of Nina's body, like they couldn't withstand the torture and wanted to run away from Kafka's mouth, which felt like a cave of endless punishment.

"Mwah!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Smack!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Sip!♡~"

But unfortunately for her nipples, they were fixed onto Nina's plump breasts, and other than being able to grow and shrink in size according to how sensitive her body felt, they couldn't really go anywhere.

They could only wait and experience Kafka abusing them with his tongue, slapping them around like they were victims of abuse, and furiously sucking on them like they contained the nectar of immortality.

"How is it, Nina?...How does it feel to have your nipples sucked on?" Kafka said as he had his fill of Nina's breasts and slowly lowered down her buxom breasts, which jiggled endlessly when they dropped to the bottom.

He then smiled and continued saying, "This may just be an assumption of mine, but judging by how flushed your face looks right now and how much you're panting at the moment like you had just run a marathon, I think you enjoyed it quite a bit."

Like Kafka had said, Nina's face really looked completely different from how brave and mighty it looked before. She currently looked like she was on her last breaths after facing a powerful enemy, with how red her face was at the moment and how exhausted her limpid eyes looked, like she had just survived a great battle.

Her body was no better, as it was trembling non-stop, almost as if it were experiencing continuous jolts of electricity that started at her nipples and flowed through the rest of her body.

Kafka's warmth was the only thing that was keeping her all together, or Nina was sure that she would be spasming on the floor after that sensational experience.

"I-I don't know, Kafka...It felt weird to see someone else latch onto my breasts and s-suck on them with no regard for decency whatsoever." Nina slowly said as she stared at her nipples that were covered in Kafka's saliva, which she embarrassingly couldn't help but want to taste. "B-But it also felt really good, I guess, and m-made my body feel so hot that it felt like I was sitting in a furnace."

"...Especially my breasts, Kafka...I thought they were going to melt off like lard in a frying pan with how steaming hot they felt on my chest."

Nina said she held up her breasts in a daze, not expecting her completely normal breasts to turn so blistering hot that she could even fry an egg on her wide cleavage.

"I hear you, Nina. I thought that your nipples were going to burn the insides of my mouth with how hot they were...Because of that, I even had to blow on them like I was drinking some hot soup when I was sucking on them to cool them down." Kafka teasingly said as he poked Nina's nipples like he were carefully checking if they were still piping hot, which made Nina bow her head in embarrassment.

"But it also makes me wonder, Nina..." Kafka said as he casually pulled on her purple buds like they were stress toys he could play with whenever he felt like it. "...If you were to suddenly start lactating from these honkers you have right at this moment, then wouldn't the fresh milk that would come out of your udders be really warm because of how hot your breasts feel at the moment?"

"Wouldn't your breasts turn into a factory that can produce a cup of sweet hot milk at will?...All I would have to do is give your udders a few pulls like I'm milking a cow, and I'm sure I would have the most perfect drink during a cold winter day."

Kafka said as he gazed at Nina's breasts with a newfound appreciation at their capabilities, and he even gave each of her breasts a kiss on their sweaty green cleavage to show how much he valued them, which made Nina let out a lovely whimper.

"No, Kafka!~ That's not how it works!~" Nina said in a rather coquettish manner as she showed a little smile at Kafka's silly thoughts. "No matter how hot my body may become, the milk I produce will still be the same temperature as always."

"...I-If it was actually like what you said, then wouldn't it be impossible to feed our baby whenever I get all hot and excited because you can't keep your hands off my body."

Nina went along with the mood and said something that was rather dirty while looking at Kafka in a coy manner, hoping that Kafka would appreciate the lewd way she was talking in.

She also unconsciously referred to Kafka as the father of her child even though she was so against it before, as it simply rolled off her tongue and was natural to say that she didn't even find anything wrong with what she said.

With how much her mind was set on having Kafka be the father of her child, she probably wouldn't even notice that she was using 'our baby' to refer to her baby, even if Kafka were to do the same, and would probably only recognise her mistake if Kafka were to point it out himself.

Of course Kafka would never do such a thing and simply let Nina call her child whatever her heart desired it to be with a satisfied smile on his face, knowing that the plan to make Nina think that he was the destined father of her children wasn't all for naught...

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