God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 494

Chapter 494: Softness And Hardness
Nina’s cheeks flushed deeper at the intimacy of his request, but the sincerity in his gaze, the way he treated her with such care and admiration, made it impossible to refuse.

Finally, she nodded, her lips parting slightly as she whispered, “O-Okay…But make sure that you don’t do anything crazy, Kafka; I-I’m quite inexperienced when it comes to such dirty things unlike a deviant like you are.”

Kafka’s smile in return was soft, reassuring, as he guided her into a more comfortable position, his hand never leaving her, his touch a steadying force. “Relax.” He said gently, his voice like an anchor, pulling her back to him. “I’ll make the experience so comfortable that you’ll be begging me to put a couple of fingers inside of you from time to time.”

Nina’s long ears twitched when she heard his shameless words, and then she took a deep breath, her muscles trembling as she tried to let go of the tension that still lingered. The spheres inside of her rectal cavity shifted slightly with the motion, sending a ripple of awareness through her body. And since the insides of her butt were submerged in a viscous fluid because of all the intense stimulation, the steel balls were ships sailing through the ocean of love juice at the moment.

But just as Nina was thinking that she could literally hear the liquids inside of her slosh around whenever the balls moved inside of her and changed places with one another, she suddenly felt Kafka’s fingers against her pulpy anus that was a bright purple in colour compared to her rich verdant skin—a warm and firm, a sharp contrast to the cool steel inside her.

“Hnnnn!♡~”

The sensation of his touch was vivid, electrifying, as his fingertip pressed gently against the ring of juicy muscle that was glistening at the moment from all the fluids that had leaked out, testing her body’s readiness. She inhaled sharply, her muscles fluttering instinctively before she exhaled, forcing her anus to relax itself under his guidance and grip onto his finger like it was trying to eat him alive.

“Ahhh!♡~ Mmm!♡~”

“That’s it, Nina.” He said, his voice soothing as his finger slipped past the taut ring of muscle, the stretch subtle but undeniable. The warmth of his touch was startling against the cool steel of the spheres, the contrast heightening every sensation.

“Ahhhh!♡~ Haughh!♡~”

Her breath stopped, and her heart pumped vigorously as his finger moved deeper into her forbidden hole, the sensation foreign yet oddly grounding. She could feel him exploring the insides of his rim with deliberate care, his fingertip brushing against the first sphere.

“Hnnn!♡~”

The first contact sent a soft, muffled chime through her, the sound faint but intimate, a reminder of the connection they were creating.

“Oh, wow…So that’s how it feels inside of you.” Kafka murmured, his voice laced with awe as he felt the cool sphere that covered in a thick, hot fluid.

His finger pressed gently against the sphere, shifting it slightly within her. The movement was subtle but intense pushing the balls against her supple insides, sending a wave of sensation rippling through her body.

“Mmm!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Haughh!♡~”

Nina gasped softly, her fingers curling against the counter as she adjusted to the feeling. The pressure of his finger, the weight of the spheres, the way they moved together—it was overwhelming in the best way.

“I-It’s so…different.” She whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “So…very strange.”

“Does it feel okay?” He asked, his tone filled with quiet concern.

She nodded, her breath quickening as she felt his finger trace the edge of the sphere, the motion slow and deliberate as he circled the insides of her anal cavity as well.

“Yes…” She managed, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s fine…A-And in all honesty, it feels really good.” She ended up saying as her ears fluttered around in a fluster.

Kafka’s lips curved into a faint smile, his gaze steady as he continued. His finger moved with careful precision, pressing lightly against each sphere in turn, testing their weight, the way they pressed into one another.

Each small movement sent a ripple of sensation through her, the spheres shifting and rubbing together in a way that left her trembling like ball bearings in motor oil.

“Haaa!♡~ Hah!♡~ Haugh!♡~”

Her heart raced as she felt his finger wiggle slightly around in the inside of her anus, the motion subtle but electrifying as it nudged the spheres deeper, then eased them back. The sensations built in layers, a symphony of pressure and movement that left her gasping softly, her body caught between the foreignness of the act and the intimacy of sharing it with him.

“You’re amazing, Nina.” He said softly, his voice thick with admiration. “The way your body holds them in one chain, the way they make a subtle sound when they rubbing against one another, the way your body’s natural fluids make them impossible to hold because of how slippery they are…I honestly have no words to describe what I’m feeling at the moment.”

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, the depth of his words sinking into her heart. She felt vulnerable yet empowered, her body trembling but steady as she let herself be fully present in the moment. Every breath, every sensation, every whispered word was a testament to the passion and connection between them.

“Ha!♡~ Haa!♡~ Haaa!♡~”

Her breaths came in soft, shallow waves, her body trembling as she adjusted to the fullness inside her. The weight of the spheres, the way they shifted with every tiny motion, was a constant reminder of her vulnerability and trust.

Her cheeks burnt, but her heart was steady, her confidence growing under Kafka’s reassuring gaze.

Kafka then brushed a hand along her smooth but strong back, his touch light and reassuring. “You’re holding them so beautifully…” he murmured, his voice rich with admiration.”…But it must feel a little…crowded in there, don’t you think?”

She blinked, her cheeks flushing deeper at his observation, and nodded hesitantly. “I-I guess it’s a lot to take in when that p-part of my body was never meant to take in anything from the very start.” She coyly admitted in a fluster, her voice barely above a whisper, though there was no hesitation in the words.

Kafka smiled, the warmth in his expression melting away the last of her nerves. “Then why don’t I make a little more room for you, Nina?” He said gently. “I’ll just take one out myself, and there will most definitely be some space for you.”