God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 496

Chapter 496: Snooker Table
Nina’s face burnt brighter, her body trembling as she shifted slightly, the spheres inside her responding with the faintest of movements. Her vulnerability felt sharper than ever, the weight of his gaze—and now the lens—amplifying every sensation coursing through her.

She turned her head, her lips parting as though to protest, but the look in his eyes silenced her. There was no judgement there, no demand, only quiet encouragement and an unspoken reverence that made her feel seen in a way that transcended words.

Her breaths were shallow, her body tingling with anticipation as she gripped the counter more firmly. The cool steel inside her was a vivid presence, shifting gently as her body adjusted. The remaining weight was a constant reminder of how open she was, how vulnerable she had allowed herself to be in Kafka’s care.

“You don’t need to rush, Nina.” Kafka said, his voice soft yet steady, wrapping around her like a warm blanket. “Just take your time, Nina, and go forth whenever you want.”

Her cheeks flushed deeply at his words, but his encouragement gave her the strength to focus inward. She took a steadying breath, letting her muscles relax as she prepared to push again. The remaining spheres shifted slightly, their cool surfaces pressing together, creating a quiet rhythm of sensation deep inside her.

The first sphere began to move, her anus stretching in response as she bore down gently. The sensation was intense—a combination of pressure and release, tension and surrender. The smooth steel brushed against her inner walls, cool and unyielding, as it made its slow descent.

“Haughh!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Hnnn!♡~”

Her heart raced as the sphere pressed against her entrance, her tender walls fluttering instinctively before yielding to the deliberate motion. The stretch was undeniable, a vivid sensation that sent ripples of awareness through her body.

Kafka’s voice came softly, filled with warmth. “That’s it, Nina.” He said, his tone rich with quiet awe. “Just like that…It’s coming out.”

She gasped softly as the first sphere slipped free, the sound of its release faint but distinct, a metallic whisper that seemed to echo in the space between them. The absence of its weight left her trembling, her body adjusting to the change as she exhaled shakily.

“Perfect.” Kafka said when he saw the wet silver ball, which had just popped out of her body, rolling in his hands.

Her body quivered, the remaining spheres settling slightly as she braced herself for the next one. The cool steel moved in response to her effort, its weight shifting as she focused inward. The second sphere began its descent, her body yielding once again as the sensation built.

The stretch of her lower cave deepened, her breath quickening as the sphere pressed against her entrance. The smooth surface caught the light as it emerged, glinting silver against her flushed skin. She paused, her body trembling as the tension peaked before giving way to release.

“Hnnn!♡~”

The sphere slipped free with a soft, satisfying sound, its absence leaving her breathless yet lighter. Kafka’s gaze was steady, his admiration clear as he captured every moment, his quiet presence a constant reminder that she wasn’t alone.

“And that’s the third one, Nina.” He said softly, his tone filled with pride. “Two more to go.”

Nina’s face turned red, her heart pounding as she prepared for the third sphere. The rhythm of her breaths matched the deliberate pace of her movements, her body responding instinctively as she pushed again. The cool steel shifted within her, the remaining spheres brushing together, their gentle friction sending a faint vibration through her core.

Each release brought a new wave of sensations—a stretch, a pull, and then the lightness that followed.

Her body trembled with each sphere, the absence of their weight leaving her feeling both relieved and strangely bereft. The sounds they made, soft metallic plops as they touched his hand, seemed to echo her fragility.

Her insides felt less full now, the tension easing with every release. But the intimacy of the moment remained, growing stronger with every breath, every whispered word of encouragement.

When the final sphere began to move, Nina’s body was trembling, her purple asshole stretched and was highly sensitive. The cool steel pressed insistently, the last stretch the most vivid of all. She gasped softly, her hands tightening their grip as she bore down one last time.

“Hmmm!♡~”

And finally, the sphere slipped free, leaving her trembling and breathless. Kafka’s gaze was steady as he caught it and he didn’t even say a word as he was too caught up in admiring the five wet balls swirling in his palm.

Nina’s body also ached, but her heart was full. The vulnerability, the connection, the shared intimacy—it was all woven into this moment, a tapestry of trust and affection that bound them closer than ever before.

And then finally, her legs trembled as she tried to stand, the tension in her muscles giving way to a weakness born of exertion and the overwhelming sensations she’d just experienced. Before she could steady herself, her knees buckled, and she dropped, her body instinctively seeking Kafka’s comforting presence.

Of course, he caught her effortlessly, guiding her onto his lap with a steady hand and a gentle touch. His arms wrapped around her, warm and reassuring, cradling her trembling body as she leaned into him, her chest heaving with shallow breaths.

“There we go.” Kafka said, his voice low and soothing as he stroked her hair, his fingers threading through the soft strands. He then continued saying in a soothing tone, “You did so well, Nina. I couldn’t be prouder of you.”

His words sent a flush of warmth through her, her long ears burning as her body melted into his embrace. The praise, the tenderness in his tone—it was more than she could handle after the moment she had just shared with him.

She then lifted her head slightly, only for her gaze to catch on the glint of silver in his hand. The spheres, still slick from their time within her, rested in his palm, their cool surface catching the light.

“These were inside you.” Kafka said softly, his voice laced with a mix of lust and playfulness. His gaze flicked to hers, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he added, “Every single one.”

Her cheeks flushed a tint of pink, her hands flying up to cover her cheeks as she let out a groan of embarrassment. “Why would you say it like that?” She protested, her voice muffled behind her hands.

Kafka’s smile widened, a soft chuckle escaping him as he tilted his head to study her. “Because it’s the truth.” he said simply. “And I think that the truth is rather hot to think off…I mean five balls in one hole; even a snooker table wouldn’t be able to handle that much.”

Her shoulders shook with a mix of laughter and mortification, and she peeked out from behind her hands, her voice small but teasing. “You’re terrible.”

“Am I?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. His tone was light, but the glint in his eyes made her heart skip a beat.

She then hesitated for a moment, her gaze dropping to the phone still resting on the counter. A coy smile curved her lips as she glanced back at him and asked, “So…What are you going to do with that video you took?”

Kafka’s smile deepened, his eyes darkening with a flicker of something that sent a shiver through her. “There will be nights…” He said softly, his voice a low murmur. “…when I’ll miss you. So, when I want to remember every little detail about you, I’ll just ‘use’ that video then.”

Her blush deepened, her ears fluttering around like a butterfly. “Kafka!” She exclaimed, her voice filled with equal parts embarrassment and disbelief.

He leaned closer, his tone dipping into a teasing tone. “What?” He asked, his expression innocent despite the knowing glint in his eyes. “I’ll just be…appreciating the memory.”

“You’re such a pervert!” She huffed, peeking at him through her fingers, her voice trembling with laughter.

Kafka shrugged, his smile unrepentant. “If I’m a pervert, then you’re a pervert too.” He said smoothly, his gaze locking with hers. “After all, you indulged me so willingly.

She opened her mouth to protest, but the truth in his words left her speechless. A moment later, her lips curved into a soft, genuine smile.

“I guess we’re both perverts, then.” She said softly, her voice filled with warmth. “Two perverts who are perfectly matched for one another.”

Kafka’s smile mirrored hers, and he leaned in, his forehead brushing gently against hers. “A perfect match.” He echoed, his voice a soft murmur.

Their eyes met, the laughter fading as the warmth between them deepened.

“Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~”

The kiss came naturally, a slow, passionate meeting of lips that spoke of shared trust and unspoken promises. The kiss deepened, his hand cradling her cheek as they lost themselves in the moment.

“Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~”

It wasn’t just passion—it was something deeper, a bond forged through vulnerability, trust, and the quiet understanding that they were each other’s in ways words could never fully capture.

Their eyes locked, the air between them thick with unspoken emotions. Nina’s breath caught as Kafka leaned in, the space between them dissolving in slow, deliberate inches.

“Peck!♡~ Peck!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Peck!♡~ Lick!♡~”

The first touch of his lips was soft, tentative, like the beginning of a melody waiting to unfold. The warmth of his breath mingled with hers, and she felt a shiver run down her spine, her body instinctively leaning closer to him.

As the kiss deepened, his other hand slid to her lower back, pulling her more firmly against him. Her hands found their way to his shoulders, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring herself. The world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the warmth of his lips and the gentle pressure that sent ripples of sensation through her.

“Pucker!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Suck!♡~”

His lips moved against hers with a deliberate rhythm—slow, patient, yet filled with an intensity that left her breathless. She could feel the subtle curve of his smile against her mouth, the quiet confidence in his movements making her heart race.

“Mwah!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Smack!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Sip!♡~”

When she parted her lips slightly, he followed, the kiss becoming deeper, more intimate. The faint taste of him lingered on her tongue, rich and intoxicating, and she felt her cheeks flush even warmer. His fingers traced a path along her jawline, the touch feather-light, sending sparks of warmth through her.

“Peck!♡~ Peck!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Peck!♡~ Lick!♡~”

Nina tilted her head instinctively, allowing him to explore further, her own lips moving in response, mirroring his pace. The kiss was unhurried, each moment savoured, as if they were writing a story with every touch, every breath.

As they pulled back slightly, their foreheads rested together, their breaths mingling in the quiet. Kafka’s thumb traced slow circles on her cheek, his gaze soft yet filled with a depth that made her chest tighten.

“I love you, Nina…I love you with all my heart and so much more.” He whispered, his voice barely audible, but the sincerity in his tone wrapped around her like a warm embrace.

Her lips curved into a small, shy smile, her fingers still resting on his shoulders as she whispered back, “So do I, Kafka…More than you can ever know.”

The moment lingered, their connection palpable in the silence. The kiss wasn’t just a kiss—it was a culmination of everything they had shared, a physical manifestation of the trust, passion, and affection that bound them together. And it left her feeling cherished, seen, and wholly his in a way she had never experienced before…