God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 592: Dairy Cows Don’t Walk

Kafka leaned back as he watched the three women—Abigaille, Camila, and Nina—sucking their own breasts in a trembling, milk-drenched frenzy. Milk streamed from their lips, streaking their chins and dripping down their quivering bodies, pooling on the floor in a slick, creamy mess.

But then, his brow furrowed suddenly, a flicker of realization cutting through his lust as he sat up straighter, milk dripping from his jaw. He swiped a hand across his chin, smearing milk across his knuckles, and fixed his gaze on them.

"This won't do." He suddenly said, eyes raking over their flushed, quivering forms. "If I just drink it all myself, I'll use up the whole supply and there'll be nothing left to sell."

"...So, I guess it's time to stop indulging in myself and properly milk you properly now, like they do on a farm." He left it at that, no further explanation, and rose to his feet, his soaked pants slapping against his thighs as he turned and strode toward the hot spring area, boots leaving faint, milky prints on the floor.

Abigaille, Camila, and Nina faltered, lips parting from their nipples with wet, lewd pops, milk still dribbling from their chins as confusion clouded their faces.

They exchanged quick, bewildered glances, but the pull of his command drew them forward. Still dripping, they shuffled after him, bare feet slipping on the milk-slicked floor, breasts swaying with every step.

Kafka reached the edge of the hot spring area, steam curling around his legs from the pools, and stopped abruptly. Turning, a slow, predatory smile spread across his face as he took in the sight—three milk-streaked women standing there, flushed and trembling.

"You know, cows on farms don't walk on two legs." He said, smile widening as he tilted his head, eyes glinting with dark intent. "So, why don't you all get on all fours and follow me."

Abigaille's cheeks flared red, hands clutching her dripping breasts as embarrassment surged through her.

'Crawl like that? In front of him?' She thought, her stomach twisting with shame.

"Kafi, I—" She started, voice quivering, ready to protest.

But before she could finish, Nina dropped to her knees without hesitation, hands hitting the floor with a soft thud, firm breasts swaying beneath her as she arched her back, purple nipples leaking thick rivulets that pooled below, eyes locked on Kafka with a sultry, submissive glow.

Camila's eyes widened briefly, then a mischievous grin curled her lips as she sank to all fours beside Nina, plump breasts dangling heavily, milk dripping from her velvety tips in steady streams that splattered the ground, hips swaying slightly as she looked up at Kafka with a playful, daring glint.

Seeing this submissive sight, he reached out, patting Nina's head, fingers threading through her hair. "Good cow." He murmured, touch firm and approving. He turned to Camila, petting her with a lingering stroke. "That's my girl." Their bodies shivered under his hands, milk spurting faster as they basked in his praise, skin flushing with heat.

Then his gaze shifted to his mother, still standing, her breasts trembling as milk trickled down her stomach. His eyes narrowed, stepping closer as his shadow fell over her.

"Didn't hear me, Mom? Why are you still standing?" He said, words sharp as he loomed over. "You might be my mother, but right now, you're just a cow on my dairy farm, so you'd better listen or else I might send you to a slaughter house for being such a disobedient cow."

A dark thrill twisted through Abigaille—her son's commanding edge stoking a fire in her core, drowning her shame in arousal.

And in response she dropped to her knees instantly, hands hitting the floor as her massive breasts swayed beneath her, milk dripping in steady streams.

"Okay, Kafi!♡~" She whispered, looking up at him, eyes wide and pleading, craving his approval.

Kafka's grin softened slightly, hand descending to pat her head, fingers lingering in her hair. "Good girl." He murmured as she shivered under his touch, milk gushing faster as she melted into the praise, body quaking with heat.

He then stepped back, eyes glinting as he surveyed them—three women on all fours, breasts dangling and leaking, asses swaying slightly. "Follow me." He said, turning to stride toward the hot spring, soaked pants clinging to his legs with every step.

They obeyed without hesitation, crawling after him—Abigaille's breasts swinging heavily, milk splattering the ground as she moved, hips rolling: Camila's plump tits swaying, creamy droplets trailing behind as she shook her ass playfully; Nina's firmer breasts jiggling, thick rivulets dripping as she arched her back, movements sultry and eager.

Kafka then paused near the edge of the steaming pool, the water's gentle lapping a soft backdrop to their heavy breaths.

He reached for a wooden bucket resting against the rocks and set it down with a deliberate thud and then crouched slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, and looked at them—Abigaille's wide, flustered eyes, Camila's daring smirk, Nina's soft, worshipful stare.

"You know..." He said, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Just like everyone else, I've always wondered what it'd be like to milk a cow—those slow squeezes, the warm flood filling a bucket...But I don't own any cows, and I'd rather not get kicked in the face by one." He straightened, his hands gesturing toward them as his smirk widened. "So I'm gonna practice on you three instead."

"...Milk you three dairy sluts right into this bucket, instead."

A shiver of excitement rippled through them, their bodies tingling at the thought of being treated like animals by their man—reduced to obedient, leaking livestock under his command.

Abigaille's breath caught, her breasts trembling as milk beaded at her nipples, a dark thrill pulsing through her. "Sweetie." She murmured, her voice quivering with a mix of nerves and arousal. "Are you really going to milk us so much that the bucket gets filled?"

He stepped closer, his shadow falling over her as he took in the creamy trails dripping from her tits to the floor. "Of course, Mom." He said, crouching beside her, his fingers brushing her cheek briefly before trailing down to hover near her leaking breasts. "With how much milk you've all got spilling out of those gorgeous udders, it'll be more than enough—probably overflow it."

His words ignited a fresh wave of heat in her, and before she could respond, her nipples betrayed her excitement—milk spurting out in sudden, eager jets, splattering the ground beneath her with a soft patter.

Kafka chuckled, as he settled fully beside her, his knees pressing into the warm stone. "Look at you, Mom—so damn excited you're leaking already." He said, his hand cupping her chin to tilt her face toward him, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. "Guess I'm starting with you—my needy little cow." He shifted closer, his hands moving with purpose to claim her massive breasts, fingers sinking into the soft, milk-heavy flesh as he began his work.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

Kafka's palms kneaded his mother's breasts in slow, sensual circles, warming her skin as milk dribbled from her swollen nipples, a few drops hitting the bucket with a faint plink.

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

He leaned in, his breath hot and ragged against her ear as he squeezed gently, coaxing a steady stream that splashed into the wood below with a wet splat.

"Goddamn, Mom, feel how fucking full these are."

He said, his fingers massaging deeper, sinking into her soft, heavy flesh as the flow quickened, thick and creamy. "You've been desperate for this, haven't you? Holding all this milk, waiting for your boy to claim it—fuck, I can feel how much you need me."

Abigaille moaned softly, her body trembling as waves of sensation rippled through her, her hips rocking slightly, pressing closer to him. "Oh, darling, it's so good!♡~" She whispered, her voice thick with raw, needy heat. "Yes—God, yes, I've needed this—milk me, please, take it all!♡~"

"Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

He shifted one hand beneath her left breast, lifting its heavy, quivering weight as he tugged her nipple with a slow, teasing pull, milk gushing out in thick, creamy jets that filled the bucket with a rhythmic splat—splat.

"Fuck, look at this, Mom." He murmured, his lips brushing her cheek, leaving a faint trail of warmth as he guided her gaze down with a gentle nudge of his fingers under her chin. "These gorgeous tits—you're pouring out for me like a goddamn dream."

"...You're gonna fill half this bucket all by yourself, aren't you?" The bucket's surface rippled with her milk, climbing higher with every tug, a creamy pool reflecting the steamy glow around them.

"Slosh!♡~ Splish!♡~ Glug!♡~ Squelch!♡~"

She gasped, her eyes fluttering as the sight ignited a fire in her core, her pussy clenching with forbidden lust. "I-I can't believe it, sweetie." She breathed, her voice quaking with passion. "It's so much—all for you, oh God, I've wanted you to have it—every drop!♡~"

His grip tightened slightly, fingers rolling her right nipple as he milked her harder, the streams thickening into a torrent with each deliberate tug.

"It's so fucking perfect." He said, his lips trailing along her jaw, his breath a warm, tantalizing tease as he pressed his chest against her side, feeling her tremble under him. "Milking these fat, gorgeous udders—watching them spill like this just for me."

"...You were born for this, Mom—my own dirty little cow, dripping with need for your son."

He squeezed both breasts now, hands working in tandem—one pumping with firm, possessive strokes, the other tugging in long, slow pulls—milk splashing wildly into the bucket as her moans grew louder, raw and unrestrained, echoing in the steamy air.

"Splat!♡~ Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Gloop!♡~"

"Yes, baby...Yes!♡~" She whimpered, her pussy throbbing as the taboo intimacy sank into her soul, her body arching into his hands, craving more. "I'm yours—always yours—drain me, God, I love how you fucking own me like this!♡~"

He groaned against her lips, his hands never slowing as he claimed her with every squeeze. "That's it, Mlm—tell me how much you fucking love it." He said, his voice softening into a husky whisper as milk splashed wildly around them. "No one else could do this—milk their own mother like a goddamn cow, watch her drip and moan for."

"...You're my filthy secret—my perfect, slutty mama —and fuck, I'm addicted to you."

His lips crashed into hers then, a deep, hungry kiss—tongues tangling, tasting the sweet, creamy traces on his mouth as his hands milked her with possessive intensity, milk spraying onto his thighs, the bucket, the stone.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Drip!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

He kissed her harder, deeper, swallowing her cries as their mouths moved in a sloppy, passionate frenzy, her breasts yielding under his masterful touch, the bucket shimmering with her creamy flood.

"Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

He then pulled back from the kiss, milk glistening on his lips as he gave her nipples one last, firm squeeze, the bucket nearly half-full with her alone.

"Look at that, Mom." He said, tilting her chin down again with a gentle nudge, his chest heaving as he watched her take in the creamy pool she'd made. "Half the damn thing already—my perfect, overflowing mother cow, giving me everything."

He brushed his lips against hers once more, a slow, lingering tease, letting her catch her breath as her body quivered with aftershocks of pleasure, her skin slick with sweat and milk, her eyes locked on his with a mix of adoration and insatiable desire.

Kafka then rose, his cock straining against his soaked pants, and turned his gaze to Camila and Nina, still on all fours, watching with wide, lustful eyes—Camila's playful and eager, Nina's soft and submissive.

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The bucket sat brimming with Abigaille's milk, its surface rippling in the humid glow, and he wiped his hands on his thighs, leaving faint creamy prints as he stepped toward them.

"Your turn, my little dairy whores." He said, gesturing to the bucket with a nod. "I'm gonna milk you both—fill this thing to the top."

Camila licked her lips, her plump tits dripping as she wiggled her ass, a teasing gleam in her eyes, while Nina's firm breasts leaked thickly, her body trembling with quiet anticipation.

The hot spring pulsed with heat and desire, their eager breaths filling the air as they awaited their master's touch, ready to surrender their milk in their own deliciously depraved ways...