God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 595: I Want To Feel It In My Womb!

Kafka groaned, his hands steady on Nina's hips as he thrust slowly inside her, his cock enveloped by her tight, pulsing heat.

"Oh, Nina—you feel so good." He said, his voice rough with pleasure as he looked down at her, his eyes glinting with awe. "Your pussy's so tight—tighter than anything I've ever felt. It's incredible, like you're gripping me harder than I thought possible."

A playful smirk tugged at his lips as he added,

"Must be that athletic build of yours—those strong muscles making your pussy a damn vice."

Nina's cheeks flushed a deeper red, her eyes widening as a shy smile flickered across her face, her body trembling beneath him.

"Kafka, please don't tease me like that." She murmured, her voice soft and bashful as she averted her gaze, milk still leaking from her breasts in faint streams. "I-I'm already struggling to not cry out from how full I feel down there like someone as rammed a damn flagpole up my hole and your words aren't helping me at all."

Hearing this, he paused mid-thrust, his hands sliding up to cradle her face as he leaned closer, his expression softening into a tender, earnest look.

"I'm not teasing, Nina—not at all." He said, kissing her forehead gently before pulling back to meet her eyes. "I mean it—you're pussy's unreal and even the others would look the same." He then looked at his mother and Camila by her side and said, "...Mom, Camila, come take a look at her pussy right now and tell me if I'm joking. Look at how she's holding me."

Hearing his call, Abigaille and Camila shifted closer, their hands still resting on Nina's arms as they leaned in curiously, peering down at where Kafka's cock was buried inside her.

Their eyes widened in unison, shock and fascination crossing their faces as they took in the sight—Nina's slick, tight pussy gripping his thick length like a possessive force, her walls clamping around him so fiercely that his cock bent and curved inside her, an indent forming where her muscles squeezed him relentlessly, almost as if her body was trying to devour him.

Abigaille's hand flew to her mouth, her voice a surprised gasp as she spoke in full sentences. "Goodness, Nina, I've never seen anything like this. Your pussy is holding onto him so tightly, like it's molding him to fit you perfectly...I can see why he's so captivated."

Camila's grin was wide and delighted, her fingers brushing Nina's thigh as she added her own observation. "Wow, it's gripping you like it's alive, Kafka—look at that curve! I've never witnessed a pussy this strong before; it's practically sculpting your cock right there inside her."

Nina's embarrassment flared, her hands flying to cover her face as she squirmed beneath their gazes, her voice muffled behind her fingers. "Oh no—stop it, both of you! This is so humiliating—I didn't know it was that obvious!" Her pussy clenched even tighter in reflex, drawing a low groan from Kafka as he felt the pressure intensify.

He chuckled softly, his hands sliding back to her hips as he resumed his slow thrusts, his cock sliding against her constricting walls with each careful motion.

"Not just tight, Nina—your insides are compact too." He said, his voice thick with awe as he watched her body respond. "I can feel every single muscle wrapping around me—every ridge, every pulse it's like your whole pussy's alive, hugging my cock so close I can barely move."

"...Fuck, just look down, I can even see it through your abdomen, moving inside you."

Nina's hands dropped from her face, her breath catching as she followed his gaze, her eyes widening in disbelief.

There, on her slender abdomen, she saw it a faint outline of his cock pressing against her skin, shifting and bulging slightly with each thrust, like a snake slithering beneath her flesh.

The sight freaked her out at first, a jolt of shock rippling through her as she gasped.

"Kafka—what is that? It's so strange—I can see it moving!"

But as she stared, fascination overtook her fear, her curiosity piqued by the surreal, intimate connection unfolding within her.

He smiled, his hands guiding hers gently as he slowed his thrusts to a tender rhythm.

"It's me, Nina—my cock inside you." He said, his voice warm and reassuring as he took her trembling hand. "I want you to feel it feel how deep I am, how much you're holding me. Go on, touch it."

He placed her hand on her abdomen, pressing her fingers gently against the faint bulge, then resumed his slow thrusts, letting her feel the motion beneath her skin.

Nina's breath grew shaky as her slender fingers lingered on her abdomen, trembling against her own flesh as Kafka's cock pulsed inside her, its thick, living presence shifting beneath her touch with each slow, tender thrust.

Her eyes widened with awe and unease, her voice a soft, quivering whisper. "It's so weird—it's alive in there!" She said, her heart racing as she pressed harder, curiosity overtaking her initial fear.

Her fingers began to explore, tracing the faint bulge with a tentative touch, then growing bolder as she felt the curve of his shaft, the subtle ridges of veins pressing against her inner walls, the way it flexed and throbbed inside her tight, muscular heat.

"Kafka—I can feel everything." She murmured, her voice trembling with fascination as she ran her fingertips along the outline, mapping its contours through her skin. "The shape, the curves—it's so strange, but...I want to know more."

Her curiosity deepened, a greedy spark igniting in her chest as she pressed both hands to her abdomen, chasing the sensation with eager intent. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with a mix of wonder and desire, her breath quickening.

"Kafka, please—start moving inside me again. I want to feel you really feel you right now. I want to know how your cock fills my womb, how it moves deep inside me. Do it—please."

He hesitated at first but still nodded, his hands steadying her hips as he resumed his thrusts, slow and tight, his cock sliding in and out of her slick, tight pussy with a gentle rhythm—inside her warmth, then out, then back in, each motion a tender caress that made her walls flutter around him.

Nina's head tipped back, her voice escaping in a breathless exclamation. "Oh my goodness—I can feel it inside my body! It's moving around like a snake—so weird, so alive!"

"....It's almost like there's a child inside me, shifting and pressing—but it's not—it's your big, fat cock, Kafka, filling me up!"

Her words sent a shiver through him, his hands tightening slightly as he savored the way she gripped him, her athletic strength making every thrust a delicious challenge.

But her curiosity only grew, her hands still pressed to her abdomen as she marveled at the sensation, a greedy edge creeping into her voice.

"Can you go deeper? Please...I feel like there's still some part of me that's empty, waiting for you. I want you all the way inside—reach my womb, fill every bit of me!♡~"

Kafka hesitated, his thrusts slowing as he looked down at her, concern flickering in his eyes. His hands slid up her thighs, holding her gently as he spoke, his voice soft but cautious.

"Nina, I can, but I'm not sure I should—it's your first time, and we're just starting out. Going that deep might be too much for you right now."

She shook her head, her eyes blazing with determination as she reached for his hands, squeezing them tightly, her tone insistent.

"It's nothing I can't handle, Kafka. I'm stronger than you think I can take it. Please, shove it straight up—I want to feel you deep inside my womb, as deep as you can go!♡~"

He frowned, his grip tightening as he tried to reason with her, his voice laced with worry. "Nina, that might really hurt—it could be bad for you. You might not be able to take it all at once, not yet. I don't want to cause you pain."

Her frustration flared, her voice rising with an adamant edge as she leaned up, her hands

gripping his arms, her tone teasing yet fierce.

"Don't talk so much, Kafka—just do it! Shove it up inside me like the man you are. I'm not some delicate thing—I want this, I need this—stop holding back!"

Her challenge sparked a flicker of irritation in him, his jaw tightening as he met her gaze, his hands sliding to her hips with a firm grip.

"Alright, Nina—you asked for this."

He said, his voice edged with resolve and desire and without another word, he thrust forward—hard and deep—his cock plunging all the way inside her, past her tight walls, through the narrow passage of her cervix, and into her baby-making womb, burying himself to the hilt until no more could fit.

Thrust!♡~ Stretch!♡~

The sudden, forceful intrusion stretched her beyond anything she'd imagined, his tip pressing against the deepest part of her core, filling her womb with a raw, unyielding presence.

Nina had been so sure she could handle it—her fierce spirit, her body's strength, had convinced her she could take anything. But the moment his cock breached her womb, her confidence shattered.

Her eyes widened to saucers, her back arched off the stone like a bowstring snapping, and her body convulsed violently, every muscle seizing as an overwhelming surge tore through her.

"Kafka!♡~ Nooo!♡~"

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

She screamed, her voice breaking into a raw, guttural cry as her pussy clamped down around him, impossibly tight, and then erupted—a torrential squirt gushing from her core, clear and hot, splashing across Kafka's chest and thighs in wild, uncontrollable bursts that soaked him in her release.

"Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Slosh!♡~ Glug!♡~"

Her body shook as if struck by lightning, her breasts heaving as milk sprayed from her nipples in frantic jets, pleasure and pressure colliding in a blinding explosion that consumed her.

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

Her vision blurred, her head tipped back, and then—darkness swallowed her. W

ith a final, shuddering gasp, she fainted, her body slumping limp against the stone, overwhelmed by the intense sensation she couldn't withstand, her pussy still twitching faintly around him as her fluids pooled beneath her.

The trio stared down at this sight in dismay, their breaths catching in the steamy air as Nina's spasming form lay still, her chest rising and falling unevenly.

Kafka's hands hovered over her hips, his face etched with guilt and frustration as he shook his head, his voice rough with exasperation.

"I knew this would happen—damn it, this is exactly what I was trying to prevent all along." He said, his eyes fixed on her twitching body, milk and fluids still leaking from her in faint, rhythmic pulses. "She pushed too hard, and I let her—I should've held back."

Camila brought a hand to her forehead, a soft facepalm as she sighed, her voice a blend of fondness and mild reproach.

"This girl always manages to get too prideful and arrogant at the worst moments. She's so determined to prove herself, and it always ends up like this—overreaching and leaving a mess. I adore her spirit, but she really needs to learn her limits."

Abigaille's expression softened with concern, her hands reaching toward Nina as she knelt closer, her voice trembling with worry. "Is she alright, Kafi? Will she be fine after this? I didn't expect her to faint."

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"...She looked so strong, but now I'm worried we've pushed her too far."

Kafka exhaled, his hands brushing Nina's hair from her damp face as he studied her, his voice calming as he nodded.

"She'll be alright, Mom—she just needs some rest right now. What she's going through is overwhelming pleasure, not harm. Look at her—even now, her body's still reacting."

"...She's probably feeling it in her sleep—my sweet cow's tougher than she looks."

The two turned their eyes to Nina's lower body, where her slick, flushed pussy continued to twitch and drip, a faint stream of fluid trickling out as her inner muscles pulsed faintly, a sign of the intense pleasure still coursing through her unconscious form.

Abigaille's eyes widened slightly, her voice a soft murmur of awe. "Oh my, she's still responding, even in this state. Her body is truly something extraordinary."

Camila nodded, her tone a mix of wonder and tenderness. "She's experiencing such bliss, even while she sleeps. It's almost beautiful, seeing how much she's given herself to this moment."

Abigaille then reached out, her fingers brushing Nina's arm as she prepared to offer more comfort, but before she could act, Kafka moved.

With a slow and careful motion, he slid his cock out of Nina's still—twitching pussy, the thick length emerging slick and glistening, still rock-hard and standing proud despite her collapse.

Abigaille and Camila gasped in unison, their eyes darting to his erection in startled surprise as it bobbed free, dripping with Nina's fluids and milk from their earlier play.

Kafka didn't pause—his arms shot out, wrapping around Abigaille and Camila's waists with a firm, possessive grip, pulling them both toward him in one swift motion. Their bodies pressed against his, their milk-slicked skin sliding against his chest as he held them close, his eyes glinting with a lewd, hungry spark.

"You know, Nina needs her rest now." He said, his voice thick with desire as he looked between them, his cock pulsing against their thighs. "But my cock's still reeling to go—aching for an outlet."

"...And with two such plump, gorgeous cows right here by my side, why would I look anywhere else?"