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

Kafka was still throbbing inside her when his climax finally ebbed, his breath ragged, his body heavy against hers. The heat between them was unbearable, the muddy ground sticking to their skin, the air reeking of sweat and sex.

His cock twitched within her ass like it was begging for another round. He wanted to flip her, bend her, take her again until her body gave out completely. His hands even flexed around her hips as if ready to start.

But Olivia broke first. She slumped against his chest, trembling so badly she could barely hold herself upright, her voice small, broken, desperate.

"Kafi...please...no more. My legs...my knees are shaking, I can't even stand...my body can't take another round. Please, I'm begging you."

He looked down at her, her cheeks flushed, her hair a muddy mess, her breasts heaving against his chest. She was pale from exhaustion, her thighs quivering with every shift.

And as much as his cock screamed at him to keep going, the sight of her frail trembling softened him. He let out a long, frustrated sigh, leaned back into the mud, and slowly pulled her off his cock.

"Fine." He muttered, still panting. "I'll stop. For now."

She whimpered when he finally slid out, her ass gaping, his cum spilling in thick globs down her thighs. He gathered her into his arms, lifting her as though she weighed nothing.

Without another word, he carried her toward the pipelines feeding water into the seals' enclosure, both of them filthy with mud and sex.

The cold water shocked their heated skin, washing away the layers of filth. Olivia gasped each time his hands roamed her body under the stream, but he insisted on scrubbing every inch of her, his fingers trailing slow and tender across her waist, her breasts, down her trembling thighs.

When he reached her ass, she stiffened, biting her lip as he spread her cheeks under the water.

"Kafi...is it...stretched out?" She asked timidly, her voice shivering as the water coursed over her hole. "I...I can't tell."

He chuckled, his thumb circling her rim, feeling the way it remained parted from his brutal use.

"Oh, it's stretched." He said with a grin. "Your little ass looks ruined. Opened up, swollen, twitching. Beautiful."

Her blush deepened, her thighs pressing together, but instead of pushing him away, she leaned against the pipe, her body arching unconsciously.

Her embarrassment mixed with the rising heat, until at last she bent forward just slightly, her ass sticking out.

Kafka's breath caught. He didn't hesitate.

His cock was hard again in an instant, and this time he slid into her pussy, not her ass, sinking deep into her wet folds with a groan. Olivia gasped, her hands braced on the wet stone as he began thrusting into her from behind.

It wasn't just once.

They fucked over and over there against the pipeline, the water splashing down over them, again and again until her body gave out. Her moans echoed against the stone walls, her knees buckled, and she collapsed under the weight of their passion.

When she could no longer move, trembling in exhaustion, he finally carried her back.

He set her on the scooter, both of them dripping wet in their ruined clothes, and climbed on behind her. Olivia sat in front, her body leaning weakly into the handlebars, Kafka's arms steadying her as he drove calmly into the night.

The air cooled their heated skin, but the silence didn't last long.

Olivia fidgeted in her seat, squirming, her ass shifting against the leather. She kept glancing back at him with wide, worried eyes, her voice quiet and trembling.

"Kafi...will my butt really be alright?"

He raised a brow, amused. "What do you mean?"

She bit her lip, cheeks burning. "It still burns...and it feels...a little loose. It won't...stay open, right? It won't be like this forever?"

Kafka chuckled softly, shaking his head. "No. You'll be fine. Nothing's wrong. You don't have to worry."

"But…" She pressed, hesitant. "But you said while showering that when you took Abi's butt v-virginity for the first time, that you used toys first. You took it slow, bit by bit. You didn't just slam into her."

Her eyes flickered down, voice fragile.

"But with me...you just...shoved it all in. You didn't even think about how it would feel."

"Whose fault is that? You think I planned it?" He smirked, eyes on the road. "You're the one who fell onto me. You're the one who started it. Accident or not, Mom, you wanted it. You couldn't hold back."

Her face flamed red, her gaze dropping forward, ashamed. She couldn't argue. She had been the one who gave in, the one who let it happen. She whispered softly, "I should just be grateful we're alive instead of complaining…"

But after a pause, she squirmed again, whispering shakily.

"Kafi...it's embarrassing to admit, but...I can still feel your c-cum inside me. In my pussy, it's dripping out...my panties are soaked. But in my ass…" She flushed deep, whispering with shame. "…it's still inside. It feels so warm, so heavy. Like it's stuck there. What do I do about it? Will it...Will it stay inside forever?"

Kafka laughed, leaning closer against her back, his voice teasing. "Forever? Yeah. It'll stay in there, become part of you. My cum, in your guts, making you mine for good."

Her eyes widened, horrified. "Wh-what?! Really—"

But he chuckled, kissing her shoulder. "I'm kidding. Don't panic. It'll come out naturally when you go to the bathroom. You don't have to worry."

She let out a shaky sigh of relief, though her cheeks remained hot. "But...that's so shameful. Just...letting it out like that…" She shivered. "Isn't there another way?"

"There's one other way." Kafka smirked darkly, his eyes glinting. "If you really don't want to wait...you could spread your ass open with your fingers, scoop it out, spoon my cum straight from your hole." His voice was low, teasing. "You want to try that, Mom?"

Her entire body stiffened, and she quickly shook her head, staring forward, refusing to answer. Her cheeks burned as the scooter sped through the night, while Kafka only chuckled darkly to himself, savoring the sight of her trembling shoulders.

"What a night." He murmured, grinning to himself. "What a fucking night. Took her pussy, took her ass...both virginities, gone in the same day. Not bad at all."

After the long, wet ride back, the scooter finally rolled into the familiar driveway, its engine coughing to a stop. Olivia slid off first, her legs unsteady, her soaked dress clinging to her thighs and breasts in a way that betrayed every curve.

She brushed her messy hair from her face, breathing heavily, still sore and buzzing from what had just happened on the field and by the pipeline.

But as she turned toward the front of the house, her eyes froze.

There, parked squarely in the doorway, was Abigail's car. The sight made Olivia's stomach drop, her whole body locking up in panic. Her breath came fast and shallow, her lips parting as she turned back to Kafka with wide, trembling eyes.

"Oh no, oh no, Kafi!" She stammered, clutching her chest. "What shall we do?! What do we do!? Abi...Abi's come home! She's finally here!"

Her voice was cracking, words tumbling out fast as if speaking them would make sense of the dread coursing through her.

"I-I'm not ready to face her yet. Just yesterday we were fighting about you, fighting about what to do with you, about...this whole relationship, and I was so against it, so vehement about not wanting her to go down this path, and now, in one single day, I've...I've flipped completely, and done the exact thing I forbade her to!"

"...What am I supposed to say? How can I face her after this shameful, shameful thing?"

Kafka only chuckled, killing the scooter engine and wheeling it calmly into the garage. His expression was relaxed, even amused, as he tossed her a side glance.

"There's no need to worry at all, Mom." He said with that sly, easy tone of his. "Mom isn't the type to dwell on these things. She probably already forgot about the fight. And even if she hasn't...well." He grinned, his teeth flashing in the dim light. "She's probably more than happy now that you've gotten closer to me."

"All three of us, together as one family, that's what she really wants, isn't it? In her own way."

Olivia gulped hard at his words, her nerves rattled further by the way he brushed off her worries.

"And if she does give you trouble..." Kafka added with a smirk, leaning against the scooter. "...don't worry, I'll handle it. No matter how much Mom tries to resist, she always quiets down in the end."

"...Especially when I drag her to bed and get her under me. Once the bed starts creaking, her arguments tend to...vanish."

Her eyes widened, her face flushing. She pressed her hands together nervously, her chest heaving.

His blunt, matter-of-fact confidence about handling Abigaille made her swallow down hard, the knot in her throat thick with a mix of shame and intimidation.

"K-Kafi…" She whispered, her voice trembling. "I...I'm still scared. Still ashamed. I need, please, I need some time. Just a little. To cool down, to settle my heart."

Before he could reply, she straightened suddenly, as if making a decision on the spot.

"I'm going to go for a jog. Just a short one. To clear my mind. I'll come back once I've...gathered myself."

And without waiting for his answer, she hurried down the driveway, her wet clothes plastered to her body, hair streaming behind her as she disappeared into the night streets.

Kafka watched her go, sighing faintly. A jog in the middle of the night wasn't the safest thing, but he knew Olivia always had protection circling quietly in the background, and the girls were surely watching her even now.

'She'd be fine. Better to let her have her moment than force her back into something she wasn't ready for.'

Turning back toward the house, Kafka was about to push open the door when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, the screen lighting his face. The caller ID made him smirk instantly.

Nina...His little tigress.

Just seeing her name made him relax. Usually when she called, it was one of her little routines, ranting about customers at the hot springs, complaining about rude tourists from the city, griping about petty things with all the fiery energy he found so adorable.

He always listened, always enjoyed her little outbursts. It was part of their rhythm.

He accepted the call, expecting her usual exasperated tone, her half-pouting voice spilling into his ear.

But instead of irritation, what came through the receiver was a breathless voice, trembling with shock and wonder, and something almost reverent.

"You won't believe me when I say this, Kafka..."

Nina said breathlessly, her voice trembling with excitement.

"But, Kafka...I think I met Goddess today!"