God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 491

Chapter 491: Slipping The Balls In…
The room seemed to contract around them, the quiet amplifying every breath, every faint shift of her body. Kafka’s hand, warm and steady, rested on her back as he leaned closer, his voice a low whisper of command.

“Don’t speak and ask what I’m about to do, Nina.” He said, the weight of his words an anchor to her swirling thoughts. “Just let yourself feel.”

Her heart pounded in her chest, a wild rhythm of anticipation and trepidation. The cool steel sphere glinted in his hand as he held it with deliberate care, its smooth surface almost too stark against the heat radiating from her.

And then, to her utter shock, he slowly placed it against her skin, just above the sensitive ring of anal muscle, and she shivered at the sudden chill.

“Ahhh!♡~ Mnn!♡~”

Her body reacted instinctively, the muscles there tightening reflexively, rejecting the intrusion. The resistance was immediate, her body’s natural defence rising like a barrier, even as her mind and heart urged surrender.

“It’s okay, Nina.” He murmured in response when he saw her abrupt reaction, his voice a soothing current against the tension in her. “Breathe for me and let yourself be taken in by the sensation.”

His free hand began to trace slow, comforting circles over her lower back, the gentleness of his touch coaxing her muscles to relax. With his other hand, he guided the sphere back to her entrance, the smooth metal pressing lightly against the tightly clenched ring.

“Nnnn!♡~ Hmmm!♡~”

Nina’s breathing hitched, the resistance still firm, her body struggling to accept something so foreign.

Knowing she was struggling, he didn’t rush. Instead, he teased her with soft, deliberate movements, the sphere pressing gently and retreating, again and again, each motion coaxing her to yield just a little more.

“Ahhh!♡~ Hnnn!♡~ Mmm!♡~”

His fingers joined the effort, their warmth a contrast to the chill of the steel.

He circled her delicate purple anus with light, teasing strokes, easing the tension and drawing soft, involuntary shivers from her. Her muscles fluttered under his touch, wavering between resistance and submission as he murmured quiet reassurances.

“Ahhh!♡~ Haughhh!♡~ Hnn!♡~”

“Good, Nina…You’re such a good girl.” He praised, his tone rich and encouraging. “Just like that. Let me in.”

Slowly, her body began to respond, the tight ring of muscle relaxing by fractions as his persistent touch wore away the resistance. The steel sphere pressed more insistently now, the steady pressure accompanied by his soothing voice and the careful movements of his fingers.

“Ahhhhh!♡~”

And then finally, when the first bit of the sphere slipped past her anal barrier, she gasped sharply, the stretch of her asshole unexpected yet strangely exhilarating. The sensation was intense—a mix of discomfort and pleasure that sent a jolt through her core.

“Ahhh!♡~ Hmmm!♡~”

“There we go. Just like that.” He murmured, his tone filled with quiet satisfaction. “You’re doing so well.”

He paused, letting her adjust, his hand never leaving her, his fingers tracing lazy, comforting patterns along her spine. As the tension ebbed and her muscles softened further, he began again, pressing the sphere in with the same careful precision.

“Mmmm!♡~ Hmmm!♡~”

Her body gave more readily now, the once-impervious resistance yielding to the slow, deliberate invasion. The sphere slid deeper with each gentle push, her sphincter muscles stretching around it in a way that sent ripples of heat through her entire body.

“Ahhh!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Haa!♡~”

When the last of the cool steel finally disappeared within her, a soft, involuntary sound escaped her lips—a mix of relief, surprise, and unfiltered sensation.

The fullness was undeniable, grounding her in the moment, even as her body trembled under the intensity of it all.

He rested his hand on her supple butt, grounding her further, his thumb brushing soothingly over her skin.

“That’s it, Nina…That exactly what I wanted to see, baby girl.” He whispered, his voice tinged with pride. “You took it in beautifully.”

Nina’s body quivered when she heard his words, adjusting to the foreign weight and the sheer intimacy of what had just transpired. She felt exposed yet deeply connected, the unspoken bond between them stronger than ever.

The air felt thicker around her, the silence between them vibrating with a tension that mirrored the sensations coursing through her body.

Her breath came in shallow, uneven waves, her hands trembling as they gripped the counter. The steel ball rested deep within her, its weight an undeniable presence that made her hyper-aware of every movement, every flutter of her muscles.

She could feel it, a foreign, cool pressure nestled inside her ass, a contrast to the heat radiating from her skin. The sensation was unlike anything she had experienced before, and her mind struggled to process it.

There was a fullness, a weight that shifted subtly inside of her anal canal with each tiny adjustment of her posture, the movement stirring something deep and visceral within her.

Her body was alive, every nerve heightened, the sensation of the sphere pressing against her sensitive walls sending ripples of awareness through her.

It was both overwhelming and strangely grounding, as if the steel tethered her to the moment, forcing her to exist in this new, intimate reality.

“I-I can feel it, Kafka.” She whispered finally, breaking the silence, her voice shaky yet laced with wonder. “It’s…strange, but…” She trailed off, unable to find the words to describe the complex tangle of emotions swirling inside her.

Kafka stepped closer, his hand sliding to rest gently on her firm butt, his touch a steadying force against the storm of sensations.

“But?…” He prompted, his voice soft yet commanding, urging her to articulate what she was feeling.

Her cheeks burnt, her vulnerability raw and exposed as she searched for the words. “But… it feels good.” She finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “So good that I didn’t think I’d feel like this even though it’s so dirty.”

His lips curved into a small, knowing smile, his hand tracing lines on her smooth skin. “You’re more open than you realise, Nina.” He murmured. “Your body, your mind—they’re willing to explore, to experience, which basically means you’re more of a pervert than you think you are.”

Her heart pounded at his words, the truth of them resonating deeply within her. She shifted slightly, and the sphere responded, its subtle movement igniting a fresh wave of awareness.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as the ball pressed against new, unfamiliar spots, the sensation both strange and electrifying.

“It moves…I can feel it moving inside of me…Touching my walls…Sliding past my canals…Making me feel things in my body that I never knew existed before.” She said, her tone a mix of surprise and shy excitement.

Her muscles fluttered involuntarily, reacting to the shifting weight within her, the smooth steel gliding slightly against her inner walls. Each motion sent a ripple of sensation radiating outward, her body attuned to every subtle shift.

“Yes, Nina.” Kafka replied, his tone dark and filled with quiet satisfaction. “It moves with you, responds to you. It’s a part of you now, a reminder of this moment, of what you’ve allowed yourself to feel.”

The weight of his words settled over her, and she felt a strange pride blooming alongside the vulnerability. The sphere wasn’t just an object—it was a symbol of trust, of surrender, of her willingness to embrace the unknown.

Her body trembled as she shifted again, the motion deliberate this time, testing the sensations as the ball shifted within her.

“Mmmm!♡~”

A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips, her body reacting instinctively to the strange yet intoxicating feeling.

“It’s so…raw.” She murmured, her voice breathy. “I-I can feel it with every little move.”

Kafka’s hand slid higher, resting between her shoulder blades, grounding her as her body continued to adjust.

“That’s the beauty of it.” He said, his tone laced with a quiet reverence. “It makes you aware of yourself in ways you’ve never been before. Every sensation, every reaction, every feeling you have as that metal ball slides through your fleshy insides—it’s yours to explore.”

She nodded, her breathing still uneven as her body slowly began to accept the new reality.

The initial strangeness of the steel’s presence was giving way to a growing sense of connection, a heightened awareness of her body and the sensations it was capable of experiencing.

“I-It feels so good, Kakfa…To feel something inside of me like this.” She admitted, her voice soft and filled with wonder. “I never thought I’d feel this way.”

Kafka’s fingers brushed against her skin, his touch a silent affirmation. “And there’s so much more to discover.” He said, his tone a quiet promise. “This is just the beginning.”

Her heart swelled at his words, the vulnerability in her chest mingling with a deep, burgeoning excitement for what was to come. Her breath hastened at the speed of a racing car, her fingers gripping the counter as the cool weight of the steel sphere inside her shifted with every subtle movement of her body. The sensation was overwhelming—foreign, yet deeply intimate, sending sparks of awareness through her core.

Kafka leaned forward, his fervent gaze locked on her with an intensity that made her knees weak.

“Show me…” He suddenly murmured to her shock, his voice low and edged with desire. He then looked up at her flustered face that was turning back to look at him with trembling eyes and continued saying with a smirk on his face. “After I slid the ball inside of you, I kind of forgot what it looks like.”

“…So Nina, can you be a dear and push it out a little bit and remind me how shiny that ball actually was?”