God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 490

Chapter 490: What Are You Going To Do With Those Balls?
A ripple of heat surged through her, equal parts embarrassment and exhilariation. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the counter, knuckles white with tension.

And then, taking a shaky breath, she reached back, her hands trembling as they slid over the curve of her hips. Her palms met the supple flesh of her ass, the heat of her own skin burning under her touch.

With painstaking slowness, she drew her cheeks apart, exposing the most intimate part of herself.

Spread~

The cool air kissed her inner heat, making her gasp softly. She could feel the slickness gathered there, the evidence of her arousal undeniable. Her body opened to him, every inch of her laid bare, a silent plea wrapped in vulnerability.

Kafka’s breath caught, a low sound of satisfaction vibrating deep in his chest. His eyes darkened, taking in the sight before him—the glistening petals of her desire peeking through, the delicate folds flushed and glistening.

“Perfect.” He whispered, the word a hot brand against her exposed skin.

A whimper escaped her lips, her body taut with need, each second of his scrutiny winding the tension tighter. The pulsing need in between her legs grew unbearable, her womb pulsing, begging to be touched, filled, claimed. Her fingers pressed harder into her own flesh, the stretch a sweet torment she never knew she needed.

“You have no idea, Nina…” Kafka murmured, his tone low and edged with hunger. “…how beautiful you look like this.”

Her breath shuddered out, her body trembling, ready to be unravelled by his touch, by his will.

And because of his magnetic words that seemed to have a spell over her, she pulled her cheeks apart even more, exposing herself fully to him. Her body was bared to him, raw and vulnerable, every inch of her silently begging for his touch.

Spread~

When she finally spread her ass completely wide, Kafka’s gaze immediately zeroed in on the tight ring of muscle nestled between the curves of her ass, the dusky purple hue standing out vividly against her green skin.

It twitched slightly under his scrutiny, a subtle flutter that betrayed her need. The sight sent a rush of heat through her, her embarrassment mixing with an aching desire that made her thighs quiver.

His fingers hovered just above her, the heat of his hand like a brand. Then, with deliberate slowness, he dragged a fingertip across the sensitive skin surrounding her anus.

“Ahhh!♡~ Ah!♡~ Ahh!♡~”

The touch was feather-light, maddening, making the tight gaping hole clench instinctively. A sharp whimper escaped her lips, her fingers digging into her own flesh as she held herself open for him.

“Haughhh!♡~ Hnnn!♡~”

‘Oh god, he’s touching me there…T-That dirty place of mine.’ The thought spun through her mind, a wild, dizzying spiral of shame and need.

Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath quickening as his finger traced lazy circles, teasing her, testing her. Each slow pass made her body jolt, a pulse of heat shooting straight to her tummy.

“Shhh!♡~ Aghhh!♡~ Ahh!♡~”

His fingertip then pressed a little more firmly now, just enough to feel the resistance. She clenched around nothing, the anticipation stretching her nerves taut. The wildfire inside her grew sharper, hotter, her body begging for more than these agonising teases.

“Relax…” He murmured, his voice a dark promise.

His fingertip rubbed gentle, insistent circles on her quivering anus, coaxing her to surrender. Her breath hitched, her muscles fluttering as she tried to obey, her body melting into the sensation as she felt the most tender ring of flesh of her body being played with like it was some kind of toy.

‘He’s going to…Oh god, I want this…’ Her mind fractured into fragments of need as his touch became firmer, more confident.

The tight ring of muscle gave a little under the pressure of him pulling her asshole apart, a teasing stretch that sent a bolt of pleasure through her, making her anus gape even more and reveal her fleshy pink insides.

“Ahhhhh!♡~ Haughhh!♡~”

Nina’s hips jerked, a desperate moan slipping from her lips as she pushed back, silently pleading for him to go further, to fill the emptiness that was driving her mad.

“You’re so responsive, Nina.” Kafka whispered, his tone laced with satisfaction.

He continued to tease, never fully giving her what she craved, keeping her on the knife’s edge of desperation by pushing the tip of his fingers in and out. Her body trembled, every muscle taut and aching for release.

“Ahhh!♡~ Y-Yes!♡~ Nnnn!♡~”

‘Please, please…Just more.’

Her inner thoughts dissolved into pure sensation, the world narrowing to the place where his fingers danced and the raw, unbearable need that consumed her.

Kafka’s breath ghosted over her trembling skin, the warmth of it sending a ripple through her exposed body. She was open to him, vulnerable and bare, the urge in her pussy a molten throb that clouded her thoughts. Her fingers dug into her own verdant flesh as she held herself apart, every muscle straining with a desperate need for him to close the distance.

Kiss~

Then she felt it—a whisper of softness, a feather-light kiss pressed to the tight ring of muscle at her most intimate place. The shock of it sent a shudder through her, her breath hitching in a sharp gasp. The tender press of his lips against that sensitive spot of her anus was almost too much, yet not enough. Her body clenched instinctively, a heat blooming so deep it left her dizzy and her sleeping fluids into the floor below.

His lips lingered there, his breath hot and slow, his presence a promise of more. His tongue barely flicked out, a teasing touch that left her thighs trembling and nipples hardening. She bit her lip to stifle the whimper that threatened to escape, but the sound slipped out anyway—a broken, needy plea that echoed in the quiet.

Kafka’s voice rumbled low against her, each word vibrating through her sensitive skin as his face was still in between her cheeks like he was taking a whiff of her moist anus. “I’m going to take things to the next level now.” He murmured, his tone dark and rich, threaded with an edge of desire. His fingers slid up her thighs, strong and sure, his touch grounding her even as her thoughts spun away.

“Are you ready?”

The question hung in the air, a tether that pulled her back to him, to the moment, to the precipice of something new. Her mind was a blur of heat and want, every nerve ending alive and screaming for more.

‘Am I ready?’

The thought echoed, but there was no doubt, no hesitation.

“Yes.” She whispered, her voice shaking, her body already answering him. “I-I’m ready.”

His fingers inside of her puckered asshole tightened just slightly, his touch a reassuring anchor before the plunge.

His lips curled into a smile against her skin, a knowing, confident grin that sent another surge of heat through her.

She was his, completely, and she was ready for whatever came next, and something told her that what came next involved those steel balls sitting on the counter, even though her innocent and inexperienced mind still didn’t know what exactly he was going to do with them…