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

Kafka's silence was absolute.

The cold weight in his gaze made the air heavy. Inside his mind, possibilities stirred, but they narrowed quickly to one path, one conclusion he could not unsee.

She looked like him. She had the exact same features as him. The woman Abigaille spoke of was no ordinary stranger and it was so obvious in his mind. She was his...

....doppelganger.

It had to be some twisted design of the gods.

Another trial. Another target. But this time...a female version of himself.

The thought was absurd, bizarre, almost laughable. Yet it made perfect sense. Who else could rival his beauty, his pride, his captivating allure, if not his own reflection cast into womanly form?

And even though there was one another option that was obvious and what anyone would think if they were told they look exactly like someone else, that possibility didn't even cross his mind. He simply thought of that as impossible and something that could never happen and simply decided it was a doppelganger.

Abigaille shifted against him, sensing the storm of his thoughts. Her brows knit together, concern creeping into her tone.

"Kafi...what's wrong? Do you...do you know who she is?"

He finally spoke, his voice slow, controlled, but edged with something dangerous. "Maybe...maybe I do. But I'm not sure yet. I'll have to see for myself."

Then, with a sudden exhale, he let the tension fade, his expression softening as he pulled her closer. His lips then curved into a small, almost mischievous smile.

"But enough of that for now. Something else happened today. Something far more exciting."

Abigaille perked up instantly, pressing closer, her nipples grazing against his chest through the thin fabric between them.

"What? What is it?" Her eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Tell me, Kafi! Did we win the lottery? Did we?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "No, nothing like that. But it's omething better than the lottery, as I finally made sure Mom is one with the family now."

Abigaille blinked, confused. "One with the family? What do you mean—"

Her voice trailed off as realization dawned on her. She gasped, her eyes wide.

"You mean...Olivia has finally…?"

Kafka nodded, his smirk widening.

"She's accepted it, Mom. Completely. She's fine with how the family is. With everything. And she even confessed her love for me. Not as a boy, but as a man."

Abigaille's lips parted in disbelief. "R-Really? She said that? Truly?"

"She most definitely did." Kafka said smoothly, then leaned back with a dark chuckle. "And not only that. We ended up doing it as well."

Abigaille's gasp was sharp, her cheeks flushing.

"No way! No, Kafi, there's no way. It's only been two days since she came back. That's too soon for something like that to happen."

"It's true." He tilted his head, his smirk deepening. "And not only did I take her virginity, but her anal virginity as well."

"...You can tell by the way she walks even now. She's stumbling everywhere, still sore."

Abigaille's breath hitched, her hand flying to her mouth. "N-No...it's been such a short time. How, how could you…" Her words faltered as disbelief gave way to a shocked gasp.

Kafka leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered. "Two days? Why are you talking as if that's a big deal when you, yourself fell for me in just one night."

Abigaille's eyes widened. The realization struck her like a blow. One night. He had conquered her in a single night.

She pressed her forehead against his chest, her body trembling with a rush of emotions, embarrassnent, shame, at how easy she was.

"I'm even worse than Olivia…" She murmured, breathless. Then she sighed, her tension melting away. "But...that's good. That's so good. Now that Olivia's finally accepted us...we can be one family. Truly one family." She nestled against him, her body warm and soft as relief washed through her.

Kafka stroked her back with slow, tender motions, his smile calm and satisfied. "Yes. One big family. And nothing, no one, can change that now."

He let the words settle before his expression shifted again, sly and expectant. His voice lowered as he said.

"And you know...what I've done is remarkable, isn't it? Taking her who resisted so much and pulling her into this. Only I could do something like that."

"It is remarkable, Kafi." Abigaille pulled back, her eyes bright, nodding eagerly. "No one else could. Only you, Kafi."

"Exactly." His smirk deepened. "So don't you think I deserve a reward?"

"Of course you do." Her brow furrowed, innocent confusion flickering in her gaze. "You solved something so impossible, so quickly. You do deserve one."

Kafka's eyes darkened, his tone dropping into a husky command. "Then why don't you go down on your knees, Mother..."

"...and use those breasts of yours to give me a good titjob. And blow my cock while you're at it."

Her eyes widened, caught off guard. She blinked rapidly, her cheeks burning. "K-Kafi…" She whispered, her voice trembling with flustered disbelief.

But he only leaned closer, his hand cupping her chin with a firm, expectant grip. "Don't you think that's the perfect reward for me?"

Her heart pounded, her lips parting in hesitation. She hadn't expected this. But her joy over what he had done, her relief that the family was whole, was too overwhelming to deny him.

Slowly, shyly, she nodded. "If...If that's what you want…"

Without another word, she lowered herself gracefully onto her knees before him, her breasts swaying as she settled between his legs.

Her trembling hands then moved to the buttons of his pants, unfastening them one by one with a slow, deliberate care, before tugging them down along with his underwear.

His massive cock sprang free, heavy and intimidating, its sheer size enough to make her gulp audibly.

"Gods…" Abigaille whispered under her breath, her face flushing crimson. "No matter how many times I see it, Kafi...it still makes my heart race. It's always so...overwhelming…"

Kafka smirked faintly at her reverence, brushing his hand through her hair as he tilted her chin up. "And yet..." He said in a low, knowing tone. "...you still take it. Every time. Because you're mine."

"Yes, Kafi, only yours…Your mother is only for you."

She murmured breathlessly, before pressing her breasts upward, wrapping the soft weight of them around his shaft. With a slow squeeze, she shoved his cock deep into the valley of her chest, the thick head peeking out near her collarbone.

And just like that she began to move her breasts up and down, gliding them along the length of his shaft, while at the same time lowering her head so that her lips could suckle at the tip.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Her tongue flicked and swirled around the crown, tracing every vein, every ridge, while her lips sealed tight, creating suction that made him groan.

Kafka gripped her head firmly, groaning as his hips twitched. "Fuck...Mom...you really know how to give the best blowjobs. You've only just started licking and sucking, but already...already I can feel my balls trembling. Haaah...you filthy woman…"

He looked down at her, watching her eager devotion, and smiled darkly.

"Completely different from how you were in the beginning. Do you remember? You were so awkward back then...clumsy...you kept stopping to ask questions. You didn't even know how to hold me in your mouth properly. But now…"

He stroked her hair with a twisted tenderness.

"Now you've become a real succubus. You don't hesitate, you don't ask, you just take me, like the slut you are."

Abigaille pulled her mouth from his tip with a wet pop, still pressing her breasts tightly around his cock as she looked up at him with pleading, flustered eyes.

"B-But, Kafka...it's only natural, isn't it?" She said between gasps. "I've done this for you so many times...of course I'd become better. Anyone would improve after doing it again and again...and I've given you so many blowjobs, I could—I could even sculpt your cock from memory! My mouth knows every vein, every ridge, every line…"

Kafka groaned, his grip tightening in her hair.

"Fuck...that's...that's so damn hot. Your tongue has memorized me, has it? Every time I've spilled on it...every time I've forced you to swallow…" His grin widened as an idea crossed his mind. "Stick it out. Stick out that dirty tongue of yours for me. Show me."

Blushing, Abigaille obeyed, sticking out her tongue. It was flushed pink, flecked with red spots from the pressure of his cock, glistening with spit, the fleshy insides of her mouth on full display.

"Even your tongue looks erotic." Kafka chuckled darkly, his lustful eyes devouring the sight. "Not just your tits, not just your ass, not just your pussy. Even the inside of your mouth is pretty." He shoved two fingers inside, pressing down on her tongue and stroking it. "What part of you isn't beautiful, Mom? Tell me."

She gagged slightly as his fingers pressed deeper, brushing her uvula, but she did not resist, her eyes fluttering as drool ran down her chin.

"Th-there...isn't...any part…" She managed between muffled gags, cheeks blazing with shame and arousal.

"That's right." He whispered with a cruel smile, pushing his fingers all the way in until they scraped the back of her throat. "Look at you...you've trained your gag reflex as well."

"In the past, you couldn't take even half my cock without choking. You'd panic, need to breathe...But now? Even with my fingers deep in your throat, you barely react. You're obedient. You're perfect. Just like a proper slut should be."

When he finally withdrew his fingers, wet and glistening, he cupped her face, pulling on her cheeks roughly and smirking.

"Isn't that right, Mom? You've become such a slut for me, haven't you? Such a dirty little perverted whore who spreads her legs whenever I want, sticks her ass out whenever I want, lets me use your body like a toy...Isn't that who you are?"

Abigaille's lips quivered, her eyes soft with devotion. She nodded eagerly, pressing a loving kiss against his hand.

"Yes, Kafi♡~ Yes. I'm your slut, your whore♡~For you, I'll be anything. Anything at all♡~"

"Good girl." He purred, patting her head like a pet before nudging her downward. His voice dropped lower, commanding. "Then prove it. Like the good little slut you are, take my cock deep in your throat. I want to feel you choke on it."

Without hesitation, she opened wide and lowered herself, sliding his cock past her lips, past her tongue, down her throat until the tip bulged against it.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

Her throat tightened around him, but she didn't resist, didn't pull back. She obeyed, because making him happy was her only happiness.

Meanwhile, Kafka leaned back, a dark smile curving his lips as he watched her. Her tits bounced and swayed with every motion as she deep-throated him, her throat bulging obscenely around his shaft.

"That's it...that's perfect." He stroked her hair, his voice a low growl of satisfaction. "Look at you, choking yourself on my cock like an obedient little whore."

"...This is a good life, Mom. A life where nothing and no one can ever interrupt us."

It was almost as if fate itself wanted to mock him, as just as Kafka leaned back in smug satisfaction, thinking to himself that this was the life, that nobody could interrupt it, the quiet peace shattered.

The front door creaked open, hinges groaning, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps. Olivia's voice rang out, bright and urgent, echoing through the hall.

"Kafi? Kafi, are you here? Abi? Are you there? We, we have a guest! We have a guest in our house! Come quickly!"

The words hit like a thunderclap.

Abigaille froze mid-motion, her lips stretched around his cock, her breasts tight and glistening against him. Kafka's smug smirk also faded into something sharper, but before either of them could so much as adjust, Olivia's figure appeared in the archway, her steps quick, her expression fraught with urgency.

She was clearly looking for them, desperate to drag them to the guest, but what she actually found rooted her to the spot.

Her eyes widened, breath catching as her gaze landed squarely on them.

Kafka lounged back with his cock heavy and slick, his pants hanging loose around his thighs. Abigaille knelt obediently between his legs, tits wrapped snugly around his shaft, lips stretched, throat bulging as she tried to swallow him whole.

For a heartbeat, the air turned molten. Both women blushed at once.

Abigaille jerked, startled, choking on the thick weight in her throat.

"Olive! Cough! Cough!...W-Wait, don't—Cough!"

A muffled, garbled sound escaped her before she wrenched herself back, gasping and coughing, saliva dripping down her chin as Kafka's cock popped free from her mouth with a wet, obscene sound. She bent forward, hacking lightly, one hand on her chest, the other still clutching at his shaft out of instinct.

Olivia, on the other hand, looked completely lost, caught in a collision of urgency and embarrassment. Her mouth opened, shut, then opened again, as if words might come if she only tried hard enough.

But nothing coherent emerged. She had barged in with a message about their guest, only to stumble into a scene she hadn't meant to witness.

Her cheeks burned hotter, her eyes darting away, then snapping back, unable to resist stealing another look. Her throat worked as she swallowed, as though her body itself betrayed her.

...and the fact of a guest waiting outside only made it worse.