God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 369

Chapter 369: Primal Savagery
Kafka had already gotten scared of Nina’s savagery once, which came out of nowhere last time and made him timidly back off from her. But this time, he wasn’t going to let that happen again, no matter how ferocious Nina looked right now, like a beast that wanted to taste blood at all costs.

“Really, Nina?…Then you wouldn’t mind if I did something like this, right?”

Kafka asked as his teeth dug into her nipples like he was biting into a piece of cooked meat, which was rather tender and succulent.

“Yes, Kafka!♡~…Ahhh!♡~…J-Just like that!♡~…Nnnn!♡~”

Nina exclaimed as her body trembled from someone biting onto such a sensitive part of her body, making her jiggly breasts tremble along with it.

“You like that, huh?…Then it wouldn’t be too bad to dig a little deeper, right?”

Kafka was rather surprised by how far she was willing to go, as his teeth were already so far into her flesh that they were only separated by millimetres of space.

But this was what Nina apparently wanted, so he put a little more pressure and felt his teeth sinking into her nipples that felt like a gummy bear that wouldn’t tear apart no matter how much he bit into it.

Like a piece of soft rubber, her nipples simply went along with the sharp pressure applied from both sides and conformed to a different shape, making her nipples look like a cell that was splitting into two bodies of mass.

“Harder, Kafka!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ B-Bite me harder, Kafka!♡~”

Kafka thought that this would be enough to make her back down, but he didn’t expect her to want him to bite down on her even more.

He was already biting into her flesh as much as he possibly could. Any more, and he was sure that he was going to see blood flow out of her nipples and cover her verdant breasts in crimson red.

Compared to how hard and sharp his teeth were, her nipples stood no chance, as even though they were quite firm with how turned on she was right now, they still only felt as rigid as a rose that was still in its bud.

Just like how that bud could be torn apart with a little pressure on it, Nina’s purple buds also wouldn’t be able to handle the intensity of Kafka’s teeth and would surely be cut if he added any more pressure.

Kafka wouldn’t mind such rough play with any other random women he met since it was their decision as to how they wanted him to treat their bodies. But he already considered Nina as his own, and just like no one was allowed to hurt them, he also adhered to his principles and didn’t dare to even give any of them a single scratch.

So, no matter how wild Nina’s thoughts of making a bloody mess on her chest were, there was no way he was going to follow through with it.

He also didn’t want to seem like a weakling in front of Nina as someone who couldn’t even follow her most simple desires, so he decided to convince her to stop on her own accord instead.

“You want me to go harder, Nina?” Kafka gave both her buds one more lick like he was treating the bite marks on them and looked up and asked Nina, who had an untamed look in her eyes that was burning like a green flame. “Are you really sure about that?…Don’t you want to feed our children in the future?”

Nina was about to plead with Kafka to stick his mouth back on to her throbbing cherries as she was enjoying the piercing sensation of Kafka digging into her skin a little too much.

Even though it felt like someone was slicing into her buds with a razor sharp blade and cutting into her stone cold nipples, she couldn’t help but feel enthralled by the feeling of danger that came with the pain due to a certain characteristic her bloodline had.

She was even thinking of pushing her breasts into Kafka’s face and stuffing her nipples into his mouth like he was a baby, if he refused to do what she desired, even though she knew that was impossible with how strong Kafka was.

But when she heard that by doing what she wanted, she wouldn’t be able to feed her future children, she was frightened to the extent that her stiff nipples even loosened up out of fear.

Children were the greatest desire of any childless woman her age, and this was especially true for Nina, who had so many dreams of building a family where she could drink a refreshing cup of Sasfra juice after a long hike up the mountains nearby, just like she experienced with her own mother.

So to hear that by indulging in desires she wouldn’t be able to feed her dear children made her panic and look at Kafka with a nervous gaze.

“What are you talking about, Kafka?” Nina hesitantly asked Kafka, like the lives of her children were on the line. “How does wanting to leave a mark on my breasts have to do with our children?”

“Just think about it, Nina.” Kafka patted her shoulders to make her calm down, as she was having a more exaggerated reaction than he expected. He then continued explaining, saying, “You say that you want our children to grow entirely on your breast milk so that they grow up as healthy as possible…But what if I bit into your nipples so hard that they cut open and started bleeding?”

“Wouldn’t that be the same as potentially damaging the only route of proper sustenance for them?” Kafka said, which made a look of realisation appear on Nina’s face at how dangerous of a situation she could’ve led herself into if Kafka hadn’t stopped her. He then added with a pensive look on his face, “…But the chances of some permanent damage occurring to your breasts are abysmally small and, honestly, just a little worry from my side, so there’s actually no problem in us continuing.”

Kafka looked like he had changed his mind and was about to go in for another bite of her nipples, only this time he was going to make sure he tasted her blood on his lips.

“No, Kafka, don’t!” But before Kafka’s lips could touch her nips that had become much more smaller after that little scare, Nina’s hands swooped in and covered his lips from doing anything. Nina then said in a fluster so that she didn’t make any further mistake that could cost her children, “I-I think we should stop here…As much as I want you to dig even further into my breasts for some bizarre reason that’s probably because of the blood that runs through me, I still don’t want to risk the chance of being unable to feed my darling babies.”

“Hmm?” Kafka heard something that peaked his interest and made him ask, “What do you mean by your blood being the reason you’re suddenly acting so wildly?…Are you talking about the bloodline of the variant race you belong to?”

“Yes, Kafka…I’m talking about the blood of my clan that flows through me.” Nina said in a rather embarrassed manner, since she had just realised the reason she was acting so wildly like an animal. She then continued explaining with a guilty look on her face for not mentioning it sooner, “My people from my race or clan are all variant humans who used to live in the forests in the past and lived in tribal societies that didn’t have too much contact with the outside world…That basically means that we were born into the harsh environment of mother nature and forced to thrive in it.”

“Because of that, my people grew up to develop a savage nature in them that helped them accommodate to the brutal environment they lived in, like the wild animals that lived along side with them.” Nina talked about her clan’s livelihood in the past, which made Kafka think that they really resembled the elves he read about in some novels, who also had long ears and lived among the tall trees in the wild. “But Kafka, just because they had wild nature inside of them, didn’t mean that they were actual savages. They were actually just like every other human that existed at that time and tried their best to live a peaceful life with what they’d been given to them.”

“That savage nature I mentioned only came out of them at certain moments where it was really necessary for them to act like ferocious beasts…For men, it would be when they went hunting and needed the intense energy to chase down their prey and nail them down with their spears or when they defended their clan from invaders, which always made their barbaric nature come out from within.”

Nina explained her race’s unique characteristics, which made a whole lot of sense to Kafka about her fiesty personality.

It especially clicked when he thought of how violent of a person Nina became when she was protecting her people and territory, when she beat up those boys for the sake of protecting her hot springs and the ladies who were there at that moment.

Also, her brash but gentle nature and how strong she was to the extent that she could easily defeat a bunch of fully grown men made sense if you were to know that she belonged to a bloodline that hunted down the most dangerous animals for centuries just to survive.

This was all very interesting to hear because of how unique it made this world seem and the inhabitants that lived in it. But Kafka still had another question in mind.