God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 495

Chapter 495: Push It Out Yourself
Nina’s heart raced at the thought, a mix of anticipation and curiosity coursing through her. But quickly she nodded, her trust in him absolute as she steadied herself against the counter.

“Okay, Kakfa…Just don’t move around too much as I’m scared that part of my body might get too l-loose.” She whispered, her voice trembling because of her own worries.

Kafka simply smiled as his hand remained on supple that he couldn’t resist groping from time to time, his thumb brushing soothing circles against her skin as his other hand moved with careful precision. The cool steel of the spheres shifted slightly as he pressed his fingers against her entrance, testing her readiness.

“Relax for me, Nina.” He murmured, his voice low and steady. “You’re doing perfectly.”

Nina exhaled shakily, her body trembling as she felt the gentle pressure of his fingers. They slipped past the right ring of muscle with deliberate care, the stretch subtle but undeniable. Her breath hitched, the warmth of his two fingers a stark contrast to the harness inside her, the dual sensations heightening her awareness.

“Hmmm!♡~ Hnnn!♡~ Ha!♡~”

The first sphere shifted slightly as his fingers brushed against it, sending a soft, muffled sound of metal rubbing against one another through her. The sound was intimate, a delicate echo of their shared moment, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

“Just like that, Nina…Just like that. You’re doing so well.” Kafka said, his voice filled with quiet admiration.

His fingers then wiggled slightly, nudging the sphere into position. The movement was slow and deliberate, each shift creating a gentle friction that left her trembling until finally, he pushed both his fingers deep enough inside of her to grab onto the first ball to the extent that her anus was left gaping and her fleshy, pink insides could be clearly seen.

“Haaa!♡~”

She gasped softly as she felt the first sphere begin to move, her body responding instinctively as it started to slide toward her anus. The sensation was vivid—a mix of pressure and release, of tension and surrender.

“It’s coming.” He whispered, his tone soothing as he guided her through the moment.

The sphere edged closer to her entrance, the cool steel pressing against the purple glazed donut. Her breath quickened, her chest heaving and her nipples turning hard as the stretch deepened, the sensations intensifying with every subtle movement.

“Hnnn!♡~ Haugh!♡~ Ahh!♡~”

“Breathe, Nina.” Kafka reminded her, his voice steady and calm.

She obeyed, exhaling shakily as the sphere began to emerge. The cool surface slid slowly, her body adjusting around it with each passing moment. The stretch was intense but controlled, her muscles yielding under his careful guidance.

And finally, the first glint of silver appeared, peeking through her entrance, and Kafka’s gaze darkened with admiration. “Beautiful..It looks like a pearl coming out of an oyster.” He murmured, his voice low and filled with awe as he saw the silver ball emerge out of the purple ring that was twitching all over.

And then finally, as Nina was gasping for air as she felt such a large and heavy object be pulled out of her, the sphere continued its slow descent, little by little, until it finally slipped free, resting in his palm in a gloop of love juice alongside it.

“Ah!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Ahhhhh!♡~”

Nina let out a soft, shuddering breath, her body trembling with the mixture of relief and heightened awareness.

“You did so well, Nina.” Kafka said softly, his voice filled with pride as he held the sphere up for her to see. The steel gleamed in the soft light, a tangible reminder of the fate she had in them and the liquids dripping off it, a showcase of the erotic incident that had just occurred.

Nina turned around, and her cheeks burnt as she met Kafka’s gaze, her heart swelling at the quiet reverence in his expression.

“How do you feel?” He asked gently, his hand brushing against her back in a soothing gesture like he was satiating a baby.

“L-Lighter.” She admitted, a faint, breathless laugh escaping her lips. “But still…so full.”

His smile deepened, his hand lingering on her back as he leaned closer to kiss the area around her collarbone to show how good of a job she had done, which made Nina let out a satisfied whimper, feeling the warmth from every kiss he was giving and even pushing her ass out for more.

The moment hung between them, the bond they shared deepening with every breath, every passionate kiss, every deliberate motion. It wasn’t just about what they were doing; it was about the connection, the trust, the unspoken understanding that wove them together in ways words could never capture.

Nina’s breathing steadied as she adjusted to the sensation of one less sphere inside her, the shift leaving her feeling both relieved and acutely aware of the remaining weight within her. Each small movement sent a whisper of steel brushing together, her body alive with sensation. She stole a glance at Kafka, his calm, admiring gaze steady and grounding, filling her with quiet confidence.

He rested his face on her cheeks while his thumb traced small, soothing circles on her thighs below. “You’ve done so well, Nina.” He said his voice rich and reassuring. But then his tone turned conclusive as he said, “But I think it’s time we wrapped this up.”

She blinked, her heart quickening at the implication of his words. “Wrapped it up?” She asked softly, her cheeks warming with a mix of curiosity and nervousness.

Kafka smiled, a faint curve of his lips that was both playful and knowing. “It’s just that I don’t want the balls to go too deep into you, Nina, or else I’ll have to send my entire hand inside your tight hole.” He explained, his tone calm but threaded with quiet amusement, which made Nina jerk up in fright at the thought of an entire fist up her asshole.

“But this time, I won’t be doing anything and…” He paused, leaning closer, his voice dipping into a teasing murmur. “…you’ll have to take care of the rest yourself.”

Her cheeks flushed deeply, the heat spreading to the tips of her ears as his words sank in. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came, the vulnerability of his request making her heart race. “You’re not going to help?” She finally managed, her voice trembling with a mix of shyness and disbelief.

“Nope.” Kafka said simply, his smile deepening as he leaned back, his posture relaxed but his gaze unwavering. “This is all you, Nina. I want to see how you do it yourself.”

Her ears burnt, the flush spreading down her neck as she tried to process his words. She bit her lip, glancing away, the sheer intimacy of the moment leaving her breathless.

And then, without a word, Kafka reached for his phone, his movements unhurried and deliberate. Her eyes widened as she saw him unlock it, angling the camera toward her. The soft click of the phone adjusting filled the space, the sound drawing her attention back to him.

“Don’t mind me.” He said, his tone light but edged with quiet intensity. “I just want to capture this moment…It’s something I don’t want to forget.”