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

Kafka pulled back just enough to look up at her, lips still wet from her skin, his breath hot against the swell of her breast. That slow, knowing smirk spread across his face.

"So, Mom..." He murmured, voice low and edged with amusement. "Do you want me to stop now...and leave these shy little things hiding..." His gaze dipped to the hollow where her nipple refused to show itself. "...or do you want me to keep going?"

"To...hunt them down, drag them out, suck until they've got no choice but to show themselves to me?"

Olivia's breath caught. She stared at him for a heartbeat, cheeks burning, shame twisting with heat low in her stomach. And then, without a single word, she slid her arms around him and crushed his face to her chest.

Her voice was breathless. "Deeper...Kafka...I want you to suck it deeper. I want you to take all of it, take my breasts!♡~"

His smirk widened against her skin. "Oh? That's what you want, huh? You want me to swallow these big, fat, heavy tits whole? Shove as much of you in my mouth as I can?"

She gave a desperate little nod, still holding his head tight to her. "Yes...yes, I do!♡~...It's so hot, seeing you with my breast stuffed in your mouth, like it's the only thing you want!♡~"

He growled softly, hands sliding up to cup and squeeze, fingers sinking into her softness.

"You think I've ever wanted anything more?"

His mouth closed over her again, hard, and he sucked, deep, greedy, almost obscene in the sound of it.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Olivia whimpered, arching into him. "Mmh, Kaf!♡~"

"You feel that?" He rasped between sucks, not pulling away for long. "Feel my mouth taking all of you? Feel my tongue digging into that little hollow...licking, pressing, daring it to come out?"

"Yes!♡~...Yes, I feel it, oh God, I feel it!♡~" She gasped, her thighs pressing together. "It's so hot...you're so hot—"

He chuckled darkly, nipping lightly at her, just enough to make her gasp again.

"Say it properly, Mom. Tell me exactly what's got you so hot right now."

Her face burned hotter, but she obeyed, voice low and shaky.

"Seeing you...with my big, fat tits in your mouth...watching your cheeks hollow while you suck me like you can't get enough...feeling your tongue all over my areola, trying to drag my nipple out...it's filthy and I can't stop wanting it!♡~"

Kafka's teeth grazed her again, his voice a low growl. "You like me biting? Like me holding you here, making you take it?"

She clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Yes, God, yes, I love it!♡~ It's like you're claiming me!♡~"

He bit down harder, not cruelly, but enough to make her whimper, then sucked so deep she swore she could feel the pull in her ribs.

"That's right, Mom. I'm claiming every inch of these tits. And I'm not stopping until this thick head of yours understands I love every...single...part of them."

Her moan was almost a sob, pleasure and humiliation mingling in the heat of the moment.

"I understand...I do…"

"No." He growled against her skin. "Not yet you don't." He sucked again, harder, the wet sound obscene. "Not until you're shaking in my hands and you can't think about anything else but my mouth on you."

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

Olivia's knees buckled slightly, and she clung even tighter. "Then don't stop, don't stop, Kafka, please!♡~"

Just like he'd promised, Kafka didn't stop.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

He moved with single-minded intent, suck, lick, pull, switching from one breast to the other, sometimes taking nearly her whole breast into his mouth and sealing his lips tight like he meant to swallow it, sometimes shifting and working the other with the same greedy pace.

"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

Then, to Olivia's shock, he went so far as to take both of her sunken nipples into his mouth at once, pressing her together, sucking on them like he was determined to pull them straight out into the open.

"Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~"

He even took it further, breaking the suction only long enough to trap one breast in his hand, thumb circling the soft dip of the areola, then pressing in with his fingertip like he was physically trying to dig the hidden nub out.

"Mmmph!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Then he'd swap to the other, using two fingers this time, squeezing and pulling gently like a man trying to "excavate" some secret treasure.

He pinched, rolled, pulled, and but still...nothing.

His brow furrowed, his lips leaving her with a faint wet pop. "What the hell…?" He muttered under his breath, still holding her breasts in his hands like a mystery he couldn't solve.

Olivia was already half-gone from the relentless attention, her knees weak, chest slick, hair sticking to her temples, and her panties were soaked through, the dampness now sliding down the insides of her thighs.

Kafka's gaze lifted to her face, clearly irritated and confused.

"What exactly is going on here, Mom?" He asked, voice sharper than before. "Are you—" His eyes narrowed. "I mean, have you stitched your damn nipples into your tits or something? Why the fuck won't they come out no matter what I do?"

Her face burned at the absurdity of it, and she bit her lip, looking down, while he tightened his grip on her shoulders to keep her upright, voice low but demanding.

"No, seriously, I needs answers right now. What's the deal? Why the heck won't they come out?"

"They...they normally don't really come out. At all. Ever." She swallowed, finally admitting in a frustrated murmur. "They've been like this most of my life."

"What?" His eyes flicked back down in disbelief.

"I mean it, Kafi." She insisted quickly, cheeks deepening in color. "I've read that some women's will peek out when it's cold or when they're...excited."

"But mine? Even then, they stay...sunken. Like they're refusing to come out."

Kafka blinked at her, baffled.

"That doesn't make any fucking sense. Yesterday..." His tone sharpened. "I saw them. Big, pointy, perfect nipples, poking right through your bra. No padding, no anything. I felt them. Sharp as hell. So what's the deal? Don't tell me I imagined it."

Her blush deepened. She hesitated, looking away, clearly fighting with herself. "I...I don't want to say."

Kafka's eyes narrowed, that focused heat in them that said he wasn't letting this go. "Mom. Out with it. Now."

She bit her lip, stalling another moment, but his grip on her shoulders tightened just enough to make her heart jump. Finally, she leaned in, her voice barely a whisper.

"It's because…"

He tilted his head, not catching it. "Because what?"

"…because Abiwas there."

His brows drew together. "What?"

She exhaled shakily, speaking a little louder.

"I'm saying...it was because Abiwas there at the time."

"I...felt a certain way about her seeing me like that. It...It was this weird, wrong, taboo thing...and it made my body react. My nipples came out because of it."

For a second, Kafka just stared at her, processing, his eyes widening slightly. Then they narrowed again, slow and deliberate.

"…So, what you're saying is...you got turned on because someone else was there while you were being intimate with me."

He slid his thumbs up to press firmly against each soft areola, making her whimper.

"And the little thrill of being watched...got you so worked up that these..." He pressed again. "...came out for her."

She shut her eyes, shame painting her cheeks hot pink, but she nodded.

"I...I don't know why, Kafi. When I saw her there...watching...I just...felt this...weird jolt through me. I didn't mean for it to happen but...it did."

Her confession hung in the air, and she braced herself for his disgust, for a lecture, for the sharp words she thought she deserved. But instead, slowly, a grin spread across his face.

"Well, well…" He leaned in, his voice low and teasing. "Would you look at that. I always knew there was a dirty little side hiding in my prim, regal mother...but I didn't think it was this dirty."

His grin widened, eyes glinting.

"Turns out you're a secret little exhibitionist. Just like…" He trailed off. "…Camila."

Her head snapped up. "Camila? Why are you bringing Miss Camila into this?"

He shook his head like it wasn't worth explaining, dismissing the question with a wave of his hand.

"Doesn't matter. What matters…" His eyes pinned hers, the grin turning almost wild. "…is that you just discovered a brand new kink, Mom. And I think we should celebrate that."

"…Celebrate?" She blinked, warily. "What do you mean, Kafi?"

He chuckled, leaning close until his lips brushed the shell of her ear.

"I mean...now that I know what gets these gorgeous tits of yours to perk up...we can arrange something special. Something...with an audience."

Her breath caught, heat pooling low in her lower half at the evil promise in his tone, even as her mind tried to process the suggestive implications...