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

With back pressed against the wall, Olivia's breath was coming in uneven little pulls, her wrists still pinned above her head in Kafka's grip.

The humiliation was already suffocating, not just because she was bare-chested in front of him, but because he had seen it. The one thing she had sworn she would never let him see.

Her nipples....Sunken, hidden away in the soft pink swell of her areolas.

A thing she had spent years believing was wrong, unattractive, strange, an anomaly no "proper" woman should have. She had grown up with that belief etched into her bones.

That anyone who saw them would find them off-putting, even disgusting.

And Kafka's opinion?...His gaze mattered far more than she'd ever admit aloud. The idea of him thinking that way about her made her feel sick. It was why she had been so careful, for so long.

Even just yesterday, she'd maneuvered herself so she could slip her bra off privately when he'd asked, keeping this particular truth hidden from him. Even earlier today, when they were fooling around on the tree, she didn't let him take off her bra. She'd guarded the secret with meticulous effort.

And now...he'd seen everything.

The teasing words he'd thrown out a moment ago, about how "filthy" they looked, how "tempting", in her head, they didn't sound like praise. They echoed as cruel little jabs, as if he were secretly revolted and just using mockery to mask it.

So when she saw him lean in, his lips parting like he meant to put his mouth right over her areola, to coax her nipples out, something inside her cracked.

"P-Please, Kafka, don't do that!" She blurted, almost desperately.

He froze, eyebrows lifting. He'd expected the usual Olivia, flustered, trying to squirm away, voice dripping with that stubborn regal pride she liked to pretend she always carried.

But instead...her eyes were glossy. Her lower lip trembled just slightly. She looked like she meant it.

His smirk faded. "What?"

Her voice was small but steady enough to carry her shame.

"I-I don't want you to see me like this. I don't want you to see such a shameless sight."

She tried to turn her head, hiding the flush burning her cheeks.

"I know you find these n-nipples of mine unattractive. Weird. Strange. I mean, it's only natural you'd think that. So I...I'd rather you didn't look."

"...Just let me cover them again so you don't have to see something so...wrong."

Her smile was the worst part, a fragile, pitiful little curve of her lips that was more about bracing herself for rejection than joy.

"I'm sorry you even had to see them…"

She honestly expected him to relent. To let her wrists go so she could scramble for her bra, or at least fold her arms over herself. He might be shameless, but he knew when she'd reached her limit, or so she thought.

But istead, Kafka just stared at her. His eyes were flat, unreadable, his mouth pressed into a thin, dry line. He didn't move. He didn't even blink much.

The longer it went on, the more her nerves frayed.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Kafi? What's wrong?"

And then, in a tone so dry it almost made her flinch, he asked, "Are you stupid, Mom?"

She blinked, startled. "What?"

"I said, are you stupid?" His gaze didn't waver. "Or maybe just...completely dumb? Not right in the head? Maybe have a brick in your head instead of a brain."

Her mouth fell open. "How could you—!? Kafi! I'm your mother, you can't just—"

"I don't care if you're my mother. I don't care if you're my elder I'm supposed to respect." He cut her off sharply. "When someone says something that idiotic, I'm going to call them an idiot. Simple."

She blinked at him, still not fully processing the turn this had taken. "And what exactly did I say that was so stupid?"

He gave her a look like it should have been obvious.

"Oh, I don't know...maybe the part where you decided, all on your own, that I think your nipples are weird. That I don't like them."

Her brows furrowed in confusion. "You...don't?"

"Of course not!" He said, louder than she expected. It made her flinch slightly, but he didn't look away. "It should be obvious from what I've been saying. From how I've been saying it. Hell, were you even listening to me a minute ago?"

She opened her mouth, then hesitated, unsure. "I...I just thought—"

"Thought what? That I was mocking you?" His tone sharpened. "You didn't notice how I was looking at you? Like I wanted to devour you? You didn't feel it?"

"I—"

"I'm telling you right now, Mom, it's hot. Do you get that? The way they hide like that, the way they sit soft and full...it's driving me out of my goddamn mind. I've never seen anything like it, and it's turning me on so much I can hardly think straight."

Her lips parted in shock, eyes widening. She stared at him like she was trying to decide if he was serious.

"You...really like them?"

"Yes."

"Not just to make me feel better?"

That, apparently, was the wrong thing to say, because he made a sound of pure frustration, eyes narrowing.

"It seems like words aren't going to work on someone like you." He muttered. "Clearly, the only way you're going to understand is if I show you."

Before she could even ask what he meant, his hands left her wrists and slid down, one gripping her waist, the other cupping under her breast, firm, warm, claiming.

He bent his head without hesitation, and to her utter disbelief, his mouth closed over one of her sunken nipples, lips sealing around the dip as if he meant to pull it right out into the open.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

The hot, wet pressure made her gasp aloud, her back arching into him on instinct.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

His tongue swept slowly over the hollow, then pressed more firmly, coaxing, teasing, pulling at her with little sucks that sent tiny jolts straight through her chest.

"K-Kafi!♡~ Don't!♡~"

He hummed against her in reply, the vibration making her shiver.

Olivia's heart was a hammer in her ribs. Her mind was screaming that this was wrong, he'd seen them, really seen them, and the shame that had been burned into her over years was twisting her insides into knots.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

The dips in her areolas, the sunken nipples she had always thought of as some strange flaw, were right there in front of him. She should have been pushing him away. She should have been covering herself.

Instead, her body stayed locked where he'd put her, her skin prickling under the weight of his gaze.

Kafka's head dipped, his lips grazing her skin in a barely there pass before sealing over the soft hollow where her nipple lay hidden.

Her breath caught sharply, the sound small but enough to make him pause just long enough to murmur against her.

"Mmm...you feel that? The way my tongue's hunting for it down there? You think I'd waste my mouth on something I didn't want?"

The shame spiked in her belly, but it was tangled now with something hotter, something molten.

"Kafi!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Haughh!♡~"

He didn't move away. His tongue slid slow and heavy across the areola, pressing into every curve of it, coaxing, searching, then retreating with a wet drag.

"Tch. Stupid girl. You have no idea how bad I've wanted to taste these."

Her knees pressed together, thighs tense as the sensation went straight through her chest and down between her legs.

"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

He closed his mouth around her fully and drew deep, the suction low and steady, pulling until she swore he'd bring the hidden nub right out into the open. The sound of it, soft, wet, shameless, made her toes curl against the floor.

"Do you get it yet, Mom?" His tone was filth disguised in silk. "The way my mouth's wrapped around you...the way I won't stop licking? Do you know what that means?"

She opened her mouth, but her voice broke. "I, ah—"

"Not enough." He interrupted, shifting without breaking his hold on her wrists. His mouth found her other breast, the first pull of his lips there rougher, greedier. Her back arched into him before she even realized she'd moved.

"This won't be enough." He said between licks, his voice low and intent. "Not until you understand exactly what this does to me."

His teeth caught her there, firm, claiming, and she gasped at the mix of pain and heat. He followed the bite with deep, circling strokes of his tongue.

"Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~"

"Feel that? My teeth marking you...my tongue grinding it in?" His eyes flicked up, black and hot, pinning her where she stood. "That's me proving it. And you're going to say it. Out loud."

Her cheeks burned. Her pride screamed at her to hold it in, but the words slipped free between ragged breaths.

"I...I can feel it—"

"Not good enough." He latched onto her again, sucking until she swore her heart stopped, letting go only to drag his tongue in a slow spiral that left her shaking. "Tell me why you think I'm into them."

Her voice trembled. "B-Because you're...you're sucking so hard, licking so much, it's obvious you want them, ahh!♡~"

He gave a dark, satisfied sound and switched again, his mouth working with an almost brutal rhythm, three deep sucks, a nip that made her flinch, then a long, possessive lap over the tender skin.

"More..." He demanded.

Her head tipped back against the wall.

"It feels...so hot, Kafi!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ So tight, like you're trying to pull them out of me!♡~...And every lick, every pull, it's like I can feel it all the way down!♡~"

"Down where?"

Her lips parted, shame warring with the rush of arousal flooding her. "…Between my legs!♡~"

"That's right." He growled, his mouth sealing to her again.

Her eyes squeezed shut. "And your eyes, Kafi!♡~ Gods, the way you're looking at me...like you want to rip my breasts apart!♡~"

"Mmm...keep talking."

"It's...scary...and so hot...I can't stop getting wetter from it!♡~" She confessed, voice breaking, the heat in her face nothing compared to the heat low in her belly.

Kafka chuckled against her skin, the sound rumbling through her breast. He didn't stop, if anything, the suction deepened, his tongue flicking at the hidden nub as if daring it to appear.

"Good girl...now you're starting to understand how I feel about these sexy nipples of your that are hiding away from me."