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

Bella laid limp on the bathroom counter, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath, too exhausted to move. Her flushed face turned slightly toward me, her lips parting as if she wanted to speak, but no words came.

I zipped up my pants, fastening my belt with calm efficiency. Glancing at her, I said simply, "I'm going to check on your mom and see if this surprise of yours is ready or not. You can...well rest up here."

Her eyes widened faintly, a flicker of something unspoken passing through them, but she stayed silent, too drained to respond.

Straightening my shirt, I turned and opened the door, pausing only briefly before stepping out and letting it close softly behind me.

I headed downstairs, the faint murmur of Camila's voice drawing me toward the living room, and there she stood by the window, bathed in the golden glow of late afternoon, the phone pressed to her ear as she spoke in that smooth, deliberate tone of hers.

"…Yes, it needs to arrive as soon as possible." She said, her voice calm but insistent. "And make sure everything is accounted for. No surprises, please, as we thought we would've already received the package by now."

I paused in the doorway, leaning against the frame as I watched her. My curiosity prickled again, the same question I'd been turning over all day rising to the surface.
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What was she planning?

Camila rarely asked me to stick around without a reason, and the way she'd smiled when she told me there was a surprise waiting had left me intrigued—and suspicious.

I stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching as she resumed her conversation on the phone. She paced slowly near the window, her voice calm and precise.

"Yes, it's fragile, so ensure the packaging is secure. Double-layered if necessary." She instructed, her tone carrying a subtle edge of authority.

Her hips swayed naturally as she moved, the soft rhythm catching my attention despite myself.

The curve of her body was impossible to ignore—the way the sunlight traced along her figure, emphasizing the fullness of her hips and the shape of her ass. She wasn't trying to be alluring; it was just…effortless.

I shifted my stance, swallowing hard as my eyes lingered.

"And try to bring it as quickly as you can, please." She continued, gesturing slightly with her hand as she turned, her movements fluid. "It should be there at least in half an hour or so."

She turned again, resuming her slow pacing, the sway of her hips almost hypnotic. Her voice was calm and focused, but I wasn't hearing her words anymore. All I could focus on was the way her presence seemed to fill the room, how every slight movement drew me in.

Before I knew it, I had stepped into the room. My feet moved without conscious thought, and within moments, I was behind her, close enough to catch the faint, intoxicating scent of her perfume.

"…Yes, I'll need a confirmation email—" She was saying when I reached out and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her gently but firmly into a hug.

As my arms wrapped around her waist, the first thing that struck me was how soft she was.

Her body was a masterpiece of curves, and now, pressed firmly against me, I could feel every inch of her lush figure.

My hands rested just above her hips, where her waist dipped in smoothly, accentuating the flare of her wide, inviting hips.

But it was her ass that truly commanded my attention-full, round, and impossibly soft, with just the right amount of firmness to make my grip tighten instinctively.

It pressed back against me perfectly, a temptation I couldn't ignore, my fingers twitching with the urge to explore further. The way it moved subtly with even the slightest shift of her stance made it impossible not to notice, a magnet for my focus as my hold lingered.

Her hair also brushed against my face as I leaned closer, thick and silky, a cascade of jet-black waves that smelt like jasmine-sweet, floral, and utterly intoxicating. It was a scent that suited her perfectly, subtle yet commanding, drawing me in deeper as I closed my eyes for just a moment to savour it.

But before I could lose myself completely, Camila's voice cut through my thoughts, sharp and pointed.

"Kafka..." She said, her tone laced with surprise as her body stiffened against me. She craned her neck, casting a sharp glance back over her shoulder as she asked while covering her phone, "What the hell are you doing? Can't you see that I'm on the phone"

I smirked, holding her firm but without forcing her. My fingers flexed slightly on her hips as I leaned in closer, my voice low and teasing. "With you swaying your plump ass like that, Camila..." I murmured, letting the words roll out slowly. "...How could you expect me to resist? It's like you're asking me to come over here and embrace you."

She rolled her eyes dramatically, her head shaking in exasperation.

"Are you serious right now? I'm on the phone, Kafka." She hissed, keeping her voice low but sharp as she gestured with the hand not holding the receiver. "I don't have time for this nonsense. Let go and go away!"

But I didn't budge. If anything, I pressed myself closer against her, letting her feel just how much I wasn't about to let her brush me off.

Her full hips fit perfectly against me, and I leaned down just enough for my lips to hover near her ear. "If you really want me to stop..." I said softly, dragging out the words for effect."...then I'll just leave. No waiting around for this so-called surprise you've been teasing me with. I'll head straight home right now."

Her body tensed further, and she froze, clearly caught off guard by my threat. Her hand gripped the edge of the counter as she tilted her head slightly, her expression somewhere between frustration and hesitation.

"You wouldn't..." She muttered, though there was a faint uncertainty in her tone that told me she wasn't entirely sure I wouldn't follow through.

"Try me...I can just go back home and embrace another beautiful woman like you who wouldn't do anything to fight back because of how timid she is in front of her son." I grinned, my voice dipping even lower as I brought my mother into the conversation.

There was a pause, long enough for her to consider her options. Finally, with a reluctant sigh that practically oozed irritation, she muttered, "Fine. Whatever. Do what you want."

Her words brought a spark of triumph to my chest, but she wasn't done.

"But..." She continued, her voice firmer now. "You'd better stay quiet. I'm trying to finish this call, and if you make any noise, I'll throw you out myself." She shot me a glare over her shoulder, her eyes narrowed in warning.

I chuckled softly, brushing my lips against her hair just enough for her to feel it. "Quiet as a shadow." I promised, my tone smug as I settled more comfortably against her.

She muttered something under her breath, likely unflattering, before turning her focus back to the phone.

"Yes, sorry." She said into the receiver, her voice quickly switching back to that smooth, professional tone as though nothing had happened. "Where were we? Oh, so you're already nearby and need the direction...Let me help you out."

Camila pressed the phone closer to her ear, her tone growing sharper as she tried to guide the delivery person. "No, it's the second driveway on the left." She said, her voice calm but edged with frustration. "Yes, the one with the old bridge and the tall oak trees. It's not hard to find."

I smirked behind her, watching the way she tried to maintain her composure, utterly absorbed in her conversation.

She always had this way of multitasking, of juggling her charm and sharpness effortlessly. But I was still too wound up, and the sway of her hips earlier had left me restless, which made my restless hands take a step further.

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Leaning in closer, I let my hands slide up from her waist, brushing against the soft fabric of her blouse until they settled higher, cupping her full, pale breasts through the thin material. My thumbs pressed lightly against hers, the warmth of her body seeping through the fabric as I squeezed gently.

Camila stiffened immediately, her breath hitching audibly. She turned her head slightly, glaring at me out of the corner of her eye, her cheeks already tinged with pink. "Kafka, you..." She hissed under her breath, keeping her tone low so the person on the other end wouldn't hear.

I didn't reply, just hummed softly as my fingers traced over her, enjoying the way she squirmed in irritation.

"No, not you, miss." She quickly said into the phone, her tone sharp as she tried to cover for her reaction. "I'm talking to...someone else. Yes, the region code is 1256. Did you get that?"

I chuckled quietly against her ear, my lips brushing just barely against the soft skin of her neck. "You're so tense, Camila." I murmured, my hands kneading her breasts a little more firmly. "You should relax...Let me help with that."

Her glare sharpened, and she tried to twist slightly in my hold, but I held her firmly, my fingers teasing at the curves of her chest. "Kafka..." She muttered again, her voice a mixture of annoyance and fluster. "I swear, if you don't stop-"

"Relax." I murmured, cutting her off with a teasing grin. "I'm being quiet, just like you asked...You're the one getting all worked up."