God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 493

Chapter 493: Five Balls In One Hole
Nina’s breath slowed as she let the sphere settle deeply within her once more, her body trembling but steady. The warmth of Kafka’s hand on her back satiated her, his presence a quiet reassurance that she wasn’t alone in this vulnerable, intimate moment.

“You’re remarkable, Nina…You truly are for what you just showed me.” He said softly, his voice carrying a weight that made her heart flutter. “But I think we can go a little further, don’t you?”

She turned her head slightly, her gaze meeting his, her cheeks flushed with a mix of nervousness and excitement. The steel ball inside her felt impossibly vivid—a constant reminder of how deeply she trusted him—but the idea of going further sent a flicker of anticipation through her chest.

“More?” She whispered, her voice trembling with equal parts hesitation and curiosity.

Kafka smiled, the expression warm and inviting, his eyes holding hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. “Only if you’re ready.” He murmured, his thumb tracing a soothing circle on her skin. “This isn’t about rushing. It’s about letting yourself feel—completely.”

She swallowed hard, the vulnerability of the moment weighing on her chest. But there was something in his voice, in the quiet tenderness with which he spoke, that made her feel safe, cherished. “I trust you.” She said finally, the words carrying all the courage she could muster.

His smile deepened, a flicker of pride glinting in his eyes. “Good, Nina…I’ll make sure to turn it into a moment that you’ll never forget.” He said, his voice rich and steady.

And then, from the counter beside him, he retrieved another steel sphere, the cool surface glinting faintly in the dim light. Nina’s breath quickened as she watched him hold it, his fingers cradling it with the same deliberate care that defined every one of his actions.

“I’ll go slow.” He promised, his voice a soothing balm against her nerves. “Just breathe in and out and relax yourself.”

She nodded, her body tensing slightly as she felt his hand on her butt, his touch an anchor that was pulling her down.

Finally, the cool surface of the second ball pressed gently against her entrance, the sensation stark and vivid against the warmth of her skin. Her breath caught as he applied a soft, steady pressure, coaxing her body to yield.

“Ahhh!♡~ Haughh!♡~”

At first, her anus resisted, the tension sharp and instinctive. But Kafka’s voice was there, low and calming, guiding her through the moment. “Relax, Nina.” He murmured, his tone soft but firm. “You’re in control…Let it happen.”

“Nnn!♡~ Haaa!♡~”

She exhaled shakily, focusing inward, willing her body to soften. The sphere began to slide in slowly, the stretch of her purple asshole gradual but undeniable, sending waves of sensation rippling through her. Her toes curled as she felt the second ball settle just behind the first inside of her butt, the weight of them pressing together in a way that left her trembling her inner walls quaking.

“That’s it, Nina.” Kafka said softly, his voice laced with admiration. “You’re doing beautifully.” Nina’s breath hitched as she adjusted to the new fullness, the sensation both overwhelming and grounding.

The two spheres shifted subtly against each other with every small movement of her body, the cool steel rubbing together in a way that sent a pulse of heat through her.

“I can feel them, K-Kafka.” She whispered, her voice shaky but tinged with wonder. “Moving together… it’s so-”

“Wonderful.” Kafka finished for her, his smile softening as his hand traced a comforting line along her spine. “You’re extraordinary, Nina.”

Nina shuddered under his praise, the deep warmth of his words wrapping around her like a balm. The fullness inside her already felt overwhelming, each shift of the spheres pressing into her sensitized walls. She took a steadying breath, her chest rising and falling as she adjusted to the sensations, her body trembling but yielding.

Kafka groped her soft ass, a reassuring presence as he reached for the next ball. The glint of steel in his hand caught her eye, and her heart raced, anticipation coiling tightly in her chest.

“We’ll go slow.” He murmured, his voice low and soothing. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

She nodded, her lips parting slightly as she exhaled, grounding herself in the steady rhythm of her breath. The coolness of the next sphere brushed against her anal hole. She bit her lip as she felt the gentle pressure, her muscles fluttering as Kafka coaxed her body to open for him.

“Ahhhh!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Mmm!♡~”

Her breath came in shaky waves as she focused on his words, willing her muscles to soften. Slowly, the sphere began to slide in, its smooth surface gliding over the sensitive ring of muscle before nestling into place beside the others.

The weight of the new addition was immediate, pressing against the first two spheres, and Nina gasped softly as she felt them shift together. The cool steel rubbed faintly, the sound of their contact—a soft, metallic chime—reaching her ears. Her chest heaved, the sound strangely intimate, a reminder of the connection they were creating in this vulnerable moment.

“Perfect, Nina.” Kafka said, his hand tracing slow, deliberate patterns on her lower back. “You’re doing so well.”

The new fullness left her breathless, her inner walls stretching to accommodate the chain of spheres. Every tiny movement she made caused them to shift and rub against one another, sending subtle vibrations through her core.

She could feel the cool steel brushing against her inner heat, the sensation sharp and electrifying, heightening her awareness of every inch of herself.

“They…They move together…Together inside of me.” She said softly, her voice trembling with wonder.

Kafka chuckled lightly, his tone warm and full of admiration. “I guess they do, Nina, not that I would know.” He said, his fingers brushing her skin in a soothing gesture. “And they’re a part of you now, an extension of this moment we’re sharing.”

Her cheeks flushed deeper at his words, the intimacy of the act sinking into her with every passing second. He reached for the fourth sphere, the cool steel gleaming in his hand as he held it with jubilance.

“Ready?” He asked, his tone gentle but threaded with anticipation.

Nina nodded, her body trembling as she braced herself for the next step. The fourth ball pressed against her asshole, the cool sensation stark and vivid against her heated skin. She exhaled shakily, focusing on the slow, deliberate pace Kafka maintained.

“Haughh!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Shhh!♡~”

The stretch was deeper now, more intense, and her body protested for a brief moment before yielding. She gasped as the fourth sphere slid into place, pushing the others further inside her. The sensation was indescribable—a symphony of cool, smooth steel brushing against her inner walls, each sphere pressing into the next.

“Ah!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Ahhhh!♡~”

She shifted slightly, and the chain of spheres responded, their gentle friction creating soft, metallic whispers that filled the space around them. The sound, combined with the fullness, sent a ripple of sensation through her body, grounding her in the moment.

“Damn, Nina…That’s amazing.” Kafka said, his voice filled with quiet awe. “The way you adjust, the way you let the balls sink inside of such a tight space—it’s breathtaking, Nina…Absolutely fascinating.”

Her heart raced at his praise, her body trembling as she felt the weight of his words and the spheres within her. The fullness left her wide, stretched in a way that was both humbling and empowering.

The sensation of the cool steel against her inner walls heightened every flicker of movement, every subtle shift a reminder of how deeply she trusted him.

When the fifth and final sphere was introduced, it was with the same deliberate care, Kafka’s voice a soothing constant as he guided her through the process. By the time it nestled into place, the chain of spheres felt like an extension of herself, a tangible representation of her willingness to explore and share this intimate connection.

Her chest heaved as she adjusted to the final addition, the cool steel pressing together in a rhythmic dance with every small movement she made. She could feel the weight of them, the way they brushed and shifted, creating a symphony of sensations that left her trembling.

“Look at you.” Kafka said softly, his voice filled with admiration as he spread her anus open to see the silver balls inside. “Just look at all these balls inside of this little pink cave of yours…I don’t think I’ve seen such a lewd sight that’s just as beautiful at the same time.”

Nina’s lips parted as she exhaled deeply, her body trembling but steady as she let herself feel everything—the fullness, the weight, the connection. Her heart swelled at the intimacy between them, the bond they had created in this moment unlike anything she had ever experienced.

Kafka then brushed a hand gently against the slit of her pussy, curious about how wet she was at the moment . “You’ve done so well, Nina.” He said, his voice low and filled with warmth. ”But I’d like to try something, if you’ll let me.”

Her eyes fluttered at his words, a mix of curiosity and nervous excitement coiling in her chest. “What do you want to do?” She asked softly, her voice trembling but threaded with trust.

Kafka’s hand lingered on her hip, his thumb brushing soothing lines against her skin. “I want to feel them…Feel them inside of you.” He said, his tone steady and full of quiet anticipation like he couldn’t wait to stick his fingers inside of her pull on the metal balls inside of her.

“To feel how your body holds them, how they move within you…Will you let me?”