God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 492

Chapter 492: Peeking Out To Say Hello
Nina’s cheeks burnt, the vulnerability of his request making her heart race. “That’s so…Embarrassing and v-vulgar, Kafka.” She whispered, her voice trembling as her fleshy insides instinctively tightened around the sphere. “I can’t believe you want me to do this.”

“But I really do want to see that sight, Nina.” Kafka replied softly, his hand warm and steady on her lower back. His voice was like molten honey, rich and calming. “The sight that you’re showing me right now is simply too captivating for me to not witness more of it…And trust me when I say that not a single part of you is vulgar, Nina, as a woman who is meant to be the Goddess of the Forest because of how beautiful you are, simply has no impurity whatsoever.”

His exaggerated words sent a ripple of heat through her, quieting the nervous flutter in her chest. She exhaled shakily, her eyes fluttering closed as she focused inward, deciding to go forth with what he said even though her body was burning because of how shameless of an act it was.

Nina’s body tensed instinctively at the thought of what she was about to do, the tightness of her anus resisting her mind’s command.

The cool steel inside her felt impossibly vivid, its weight pressing against her sensitive inner walls. She concentrated, willing herself to relax, her breath catching as she started to push.

“Mmm!♡~”

At first, her body resisted entirely, the tight ring of muscle clenching protectively around the sphere. The resistance was a stark reminder of the foreignness of the sensation, but she didn’t stop.

“Hnnn!♡~ Hmm!♡~”

With deliberate effort, she exhaled deeply and bore down slightly, the tension in her flesh loosening by fractions. The steel ball shifted just the tiniest bit, a whisper of movement that sent a jolt of sensation through her. Her nerves sparked, and she let out a soft gasp, her cheeks flushing deeper as the intensity built.

“Ahhh!♡~ Shhh!♡~”

“It’s okay.” Kafka murmured behind her, his voice steady and encouraging. “You’re doing so well. Take your time and let your body guide you.”

His reassurance was grounding, his calm presence a tether to hold onto as she tried again. She adjusted her stance slightly, her toes curling against the floor as she pressed forward with more determination.

The ball began to move more noticeably, sliding closer to the edge, her body stretching around it in a way that was both foreign and electrifying.

“Ahhh!♡~ Ah!♡~ Nnn!♡~”

A shudder ran through her as she felt the cool steel press against the tight inner rims of her asshole, her body’s resistance faltering as she willed it to yield. And then finally, the first glimpse of silver peeked out, catching the light and standing stark against the deep purple of her sensitive entrance.

“Haughh!♡~ Ah!♡~ Haah!♡~”

Her thighs trembled, the stretch sending a flood of sensations through her—heat, tension, and an undeniable pulse of pleasure that made her legs quake. Her breathing turned ragged, every nerve attuned to the sphere’s slow emergence.

“It’s…So intense.” She managed to whisper, her voice shaky as her body responded in ways she hadn’t anticipated.

“You’re doing so well, Nina…Just like that.” Kafka said, his hand brushing soothingly along her spine. His tone was laced with admiration, his gaze fixed on her with unwavering focus. “This sight, it’s so beautiful to look at. Every moment of this—it’s mesmerising.”

Her chest heaved as the ball moved further, the weight of it creating a subtle pressure that pushed her senses to their limits. She could feel every stretch, every flutter of her muscles as they adjusted around the sphere’s smooth surface.

“Mmmm!♡~ Hnnn!♡~”

Her mind was a swirl of sensation—part embarrassment, part exhilaration, and an overwhelming awareness of how deeply she trusted Kafka to such a thing.

And then finally, after what seemed like an eternity to her, the steel ball stopped just at the edge, her moist rims holding it in place, the taut ring of muscle trembling slightly as it stretched to accommodate the sphere. The contrast between the dusky purple of her sensitive skin and the glinting silver of the ball was stark, an image that burnt itself into her mind and hers alone.

“Look at you, Nina.” Kafka said softly, his voice tinged with reverence. “You’re perfect like this. So open, so vulnerable…It’s breathtaking.”

Her cheeks burnt at his praise, but she couldn’t deny the thrill that his words brought her. She held herself there, the sphere teasingly visible, her body trembling from the effort yet alive with sensation.

Each pulse, each subtle shift of the ball, sent a ripple of heat through her, grounding her in the moment and the connection they shared.

“Stay just like that.” He said, his tone low and commanding yet filled with warmth. “Let me savour this beautiful sight that makes me want to stare at it for aeons to come.”

Her body obeyed instinctively, her juicy anus holding the sphere in place as she felt the tension and intimacy radiating between them.

The sensation of being so open, so completely bare, was overwhelming. But Kafka’s gaze, his words, and his touch reminded her that she was safe, cherished, and utterly captivating in his eyes.

But just as she thought she could relax, Nina’s breath hastened, her body trembling as, to her utter shock, Kafka’s fingertip brushed against the steel sphere resting deep within her.

“Nnn!♡~”

The touch was barely there, a whisper of sensation, but it sent a ripple through her, lighting every nerve like a spark to dry leaves. The ball shifted ever so slightly under his teasing nudge, the weight pressing deeper before her fleshy ring instinctively tightened, halting its descent.

“Haaa!♡~ Hnnn!♡~”

A soft gasp escaped her lips, hot and raw, as the cool steel’s presence became all the more vivid. The sphere seemed to pulse within her, responding to every tiny flutter of her body, its smooth surface an unyielding counterpoint to her softness.

She gripped the counter tighter, her fingers white-knuckled as she tried to steady herself against the flood of sensation coming from the insides of her supple ass.

Kafka then leaned in closer, his presence a steadying force, the heat of his body a sharp contrast to the coolness inside her.

His voice, low and rich with fascination, cut through the quiet. “Fascinating.” He murmured, the word laced with awe and a hint of amusement. His gaze didn’t waver, his eyes fixed on the ball popping out her asshole like it was trying to say hello with an intensity that left her feeling both exposed and cherished.

Her breath stuttered, and she turned her head slightly, her face flushed. “What’s so fascinating?” She managed, her voice trembling but carrying a thread of curiosity that surprised even her.

His lips quirked into a small, knowing smile. “You, Nina…You.” He said simply, his tone reverent. “The way your body reacts, how beautifully you allow yourself to feel…Every motion, every breath—it’s captivating to look at.”

His words sent a surge of warmth through her, chasing away some of the lingering embarrassment. She could feel the sphere shift again as she adjusted her stance, the faint movement sparking another wave of heat that pooled low in her belly.

Emboldened by his steady gaze and the deep sincerity in his voice, she allowed herself to smile faintly, a flicker of playfulness breaking through her shyness.

“T-Then, if you like it so much, I suppose I could…show you again.” She murmured, the words both a challenge and an offering.

Kafka’s smile widened, his approval shining in his dark eyes. “I’d like that, Nina…I’d absolutely love that.” He said, his voice low and inviting, every syllable a pull she couldn’t resist.

Taking a steadying breath, Nina focused inward, her body responding to her intent as she willed her muscles to relax. The initial resistance was sharp, her body instinctively gripping the ball, but she exhaled slowly, letting the tension melt away.

The sphere shifted, the smooth steel moving in response to her effort, its cool surface glinting as it began to peek out.

The sensation was overwhelming—a stretch, a pull, and an undeniable awareness that left her gasping softly.

“Ahhh!♡~ Haa!♡~ Nnnn!♡~”

Her skin flushed a deeper green, and her thighs trembled as she held the sphere at the edge, teasingly visible but not fully released. The purple of her sensitive ring framed the gleaming silver, a stark and intimate contrast against her verdant skin.

Kafka’s eyes darkened as he leaned closer, his gaze locked on her with an almost magnetic intensity. “You’re stunning, Nina.” He said, his voice husky and filled with admiration. “Absolutely stunning.”

Her heart hitched at his words, her chest heaving as she began to push again, letting the ball slide further out.

It emerged slowly, the deliberate pace drawing every sensation to the forefront. The cool steel shifted against her, the movement sending a pulse of awareness through her core that left her toes curling.

She paused, holding it just at the edge, the weight balanced perfectly between staying and retreating. Kafka’s lips curved into a faint smile, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. “You’re teasing me, Nina…I can’t believe you’re actually giving me a tease show right now.” He said softly, the warmth in his tone undercut by an edge of hunger.

Nina bit her lip, emboldened by his reaction as she began to pull the ball back in, her muscles tightening around it in a slow, deliberate motion. The sphere disappeared bit by bit, the stretch giving way to a comforting fullness that left her trembling.

“God, that’s freaking hot.” Kafka murmured, his voice thick with lust, as he reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her back, grounding her as she trembled under the weight of the moment.

Nina then shifted again, repeating the motion with careful precision, the rhythm slow and controlled.

Each time she pushed the ball out, she let it hover just on the edge, teasingly visible, before drawing it back inside. The cycle of movement was intoxicating, a dance of tension and release that left her breathless.

“T-This incredible, Nina.” Kafka stammered, his tone low and filled with admiration. His hand traced a slow, soothing path along her spine and onto the ravine between her cheeks, his touch as grounding as his words. “I could watch you forever.”

Her body trembled, her breathing ragged as the weight of his words settled over her. She let the ball retreat fully inside one last time, her muscles closing around it with a soft, instinctive pull. Exhaling deeply, she turned her head to meet his gaze, her vulnerability tempered by a growing sense of pride.

“Thank you, Nina.” Kafka whispered, his voice filled with warmth. “For letting me see all of you.”

Her lips curved into a faint, genuine smile, her heart swelling at the quiet intimacy in his words. The connection between them was palpable, every moment shared deepening the bond that tethered them together in ways words could never fully capture.