God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 485

Chapter 485: Stretch It Wide
Nina’s thighs squeezed together as the ache in her body intensified, her body a live wire of anticipation. Her mind swirled with a whirlwind of need, the pulse between her legs throbbing intensely.

Every fibre of her being wanted him to stop this game, to turn around, to pin Kafka against the nearest surface, and take him. She wanted to feel him lose control, to let his desires consume them both.

And Kafka’s calm demeanour felt like a deliberate taunt, even if she knew better. She could feel his attention, his hunger simmering beneath the surface, masked by his composed exterior. He was holding back—for now. His self-control was a fragile thread, stretched taut by her teasing.

But just as she was thinking if she should pounce or not, her phone buzzed again. The sudden vibration jolted her out of her thoughts. She glanced down at the screen, her heart pounding wildly.

[Show me your lower garden, Nina…I want to see all of you.]

A gasp escaped her lips, heat flooding her cheeks. Her body clenched, the words sending a shockwave through her.

The anticipation that had been swirling inside her exploded into something more urgent. Her fingers trembled as she reached for the waistband of her pants, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. The thought of giving him this—of exposing herself so completely—made her heart beat with fervent need.

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband, ready to slide the fabric down, the thrill of his impending praise making her dizzy.

But before she could move, another buzz came.

Her eyes flicked to the screen, and she nearly dropped the phone.

[Don’t just show me your lips, Nina. I want to see something deep inside them, so stretch yourself for me.]

Her mouth fell open, a sharp breath catching in her throat. Her cheeks blazed with heat, the raw perversion of his request striking her to her core. ‘Inside…He wants to see me filled?’

Her mind stumbled over the thought, torn between shock and an overwhelming wave of arousal. The audacity of it, the sheer filth, made her legs weak.

‘How can he be so shameless?’

The question flitted through her mind, but the rush of excitement surging through her body drowned it out. Instead of abhorrence, a deep thrill bloomed in her belly.

Her womb pulsed with desperate need, the wet heat between her thighs soaking through the fabric of her panties. The thought of fulfilling his wildest desires, of being his perfect little plaything, made her stomach twist with anticipation.

Her eyes darted around, panic and excitement warring within her.

‘How do I even do this?

She wanted to please him, to give him everything he craved, but a flurry of indecision froze her movements as she didn’t exactly know how to carry out his request.

But then, as if a bolt of perverted genius hit her, her gaze landed on the counter…A small bundle of pencils lay there, silent and waiting.

Her breath hastened, a spark of fear flickering alongside the growing heat.

‘Could I really push that inside of me…?’

The thought was terrifying, yet the idea of stretching herself for him, of being seen in such a vulnerable, filthy state, made her nipples tighten and her legs tremble.

Her hand hovered over the pencils, her fingers brushing the smooth wood. Her heart pounded in her ears.

‘This is insane.’ She thought, but the pulse between her legs refused to be ignored, the urge demanding satisfaction, his words echoing in her mind.

‘I want to see something inside them.’

A shaky breath slipped from her lips as she wrapped her fingers around one pencil, the cool surface a stark contrast to the fire burning inside her.

Her other hand slid beneath her waistband, fingers slipping beneath the soaked fabric of her panties.

Her green pussy lips were glistening, the slickness pooling and coating her fingers in a sheen of molten desire. The deep emerald hue of her folds contrasted with the pink glimmer of her inner walls, visible as her fingers gently spread herself open.

The sight was mesmerizing—her entrance pulsing, the slick petals of her pussy flushed and needy, inviting her touch. The soft, slippery texture clung to her fingertips, her arousal dripping down onto her thighs, the wetness undeniable.

Her breath shuddered as she traced along her slit, feeling how her slick folds parted effortlessly, revealing more of that vulnerable, pink inner flesh.

She was so open, so ready. The need to be filled, to be stretched, was a relentless ache throbbing in time with her racing heartbeat.

Slowly, she guided the pencil downward, the tip teasing her entrance. A shiver ran through her, her walls clenching at the foreign sensation. She hesitated, her breath ragged.

But Kafka’s words lingered in her mind, pushing her forward.

“Hnnn!♡~ Nnn!♡~”

With a whimper, she pressed the pencil inside. The smooth, hard surface slid into her easily, her body welcoming the intrusion. Her walls clenched around it, the stretch making her thighs quake. The taboo nature of it, the sheer dirtiness, sent a wave of pleasure crashing through her.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~”

Her eyes glazed with lust, she reached for another pencil. The thought made her stomach flutter, her body teetering on the edge of restraint. Her fingers guided the second pencil to her entrance, her breath coming in desperate pants.

She pushed it in slowly, her walls stretching further, the delicious pressure making her toes curl.

“Ahhh!♡~ Ahnnn!♡~ Ughh!♡~”

A strangled moan escaped her lips. The fullness, the forbidden thrill, made her pulse race. She could barely think, the sensation overwhelming her. But even that wasn’t enough.

Her gaze fixed on the last pencil. Her hand shook as she picked it up, her body screaming for more. The tip pressed against her entrance, her slick folds fluttering around it. She eased it in, the stretch sending lightning bolts of pleasure through her body.

“Annn!♡~ Shhh!♡~ Squelch!♡~”

Her walls clamped down around the three pencils, the fullness making her body tremble violently. She bit her lip, a low moan escaping as she adjusted to the stretch. The cool wood contrasted with her molten heat, the sensation pushing her closer to the edge.

She then lifted her phone with a shaky hand, angling the camera downward. The image on the screen made her breath catch—a depraved sight of her emerald thighs spread wide, the three pencils sticking out from between her swollen, glistening lips. Her body quivering with need, her folds stretched and aching, the sheer shamelessness of it sending waves of arousal crashing through her.

And then, after bracing herself, she snapped the photo, her heart pounding wildly. The thought of Kafka seeing her like this, of him losing himself completely, pushed her desire to a fever pitch.

With a trembling finger, Nina hit send. The message vanished into the ether, and she waited, every nerve in her body strung tight.

The warmth between her legs was unbearable now, her womb pulsing and clenching around the pencils she had so daringly stuffed inside herself. Her breath was ragged, the cool air teasing her flushed skin as she fought the urge to move, to seek the release that her body screamed for.

And then, her phone buzzed again. She snatched it up, her heart pounding, desperate for his words.