God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 585

Chapter 585: The True Queen Of Roleplay
Abigaille’s gentle fussing took a turn as she wrinkled her nose playfully, her hands still resting lightly on Kafka’s arms.

“Goodness, Kafi.” She said, her voice carrying that soft, motherly chide. “All that playing around out there you smell rather stinky! I swear, I could smell you coming a mile away, all sweaty and dirty from your football games.” She gave him a teasing little pout.

But then her expression shifted, her eyes narrowing slightly as she leaned in closer, a peculiar, almost intrigued gaze settling over her features.

“But…” She murmured, her tone softening as she tilted her head, her hands sliding up to his shoulders. “It’s not exactly a bad smell, you know? There’s something about it…” She took a slow sniff, her eyes fluttering half-closed as a loving, almost dazed look crept into them. “It’s…addictive, isn’t it? Primal, even. I don’t know what it is, but it’s got this manliness to it—makes me feel so safe, so at home.”

Before he could respond, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug as she pressed her face into his chest, her nose brushing against his shirt as she inhaled deeply.

“Oh, sweetie, you smell so good right now.” She sighed, her voice muffled against him as she started rubbing her face all over his chest, nuzzling him like a cat marking its territory. “All that running around, those games you played it’s thick now, so thick and strong…I can’t get enough of it!”

Her hands roamed up his sides, her sniffing growing more enthusiastic as she moved higher, her nose trailing toward his armpit.

“Oh, here—here’s where it’s especially thick.” She said, lifting his arm slightly as she buried her face there, taking a deep, deliberate sniff.

“Hnnn!♡~ Yes!♡~”A subtle, involuntary moan slipped from her lips, soft but unmistakable, her body relaxing into the scent as if it were intoxicating her.

Nina’s eyes nearly popped out of her head, her jaw dropping as she watched Abigaille’s antics escalate.

“What the actual—?” She whispered, her voice a mix of shock and disbelief as she nudged Camila, who was equally stunned but stifling a laugh. “She’s…she’s sniffing him? And moaning? I can’t—!”

But Abigaille wasn’t done. She pulled back just enough to look up at Kafka, her eyes hazy with that strange, loving fixation, and then her gaze shifted downward. “Even though it’s thick there.” She mused aloud, her voice almost dreamy. “I feel like it’s even thicker…down below.”

Slowly, as if drawn by some magnetic pull, she bent down, her hands sliding along his sides as she descended, her face inching closer and closer until it hovered just above his crotch.

And then with a bold, unhesitating move, she pressed her nose right against the bulge in his pants, submerging herself in it as she took a long, deep sniff, her breath hitching slightly as she inhaled the scent.

For a moment, she lingered there, lost in her own world, that is until a flicker of awareness seemed to jolt her back and she pulled away a fraction, her cheeks flushing a bright red as she straightened up slightly, her hands fluttering nervously.

“Oh—oh my goodness!” She stammered, her voice flustered as she tried to play it off, though her eyes kept darting back to his crotch, unable to fully tear themselves away. “Of course that part of you would smell! I mean, it’s…It’s enclosed in such a tight place all day, isn’t it? And it’s such a sensitive spot, so naturally it’d have a—a scent all its own.”

“…That’s just…just how it works, right?”

She laughed awkwardly, fanning her face as if to cool her embarrassment, but the way her gaze lingered betrayed her, locked on that spot like it held some hypnotic power over her.

Nina clapped a hand over her mouth, muffling a choked sound that was half-laugh, half-horror, while Camila leaned forward, whispering fiercely.

“Okay, she’s officially wilder than me—what the hell is this?! She’s sniffing his crotch like it’s a damn candle! I’m—impressed, honestly.”

Nina shook her head, still reeling. “Impressed? I’m traumatized! She’s too good at this—way too into it. I thought she was all sweet and innocent, but she’s got layers, girl! Layers!”

Their hushed commentary faded into the background as Abigaille stood there, still blushing furiously but caught in the throes of her roleplay, her motherly demeanor now tinged with an unexpected, primal edge that neither of them had seen coming.

She then coughed delicately into her hand, a soft, awkward sound meant to dispel the thick, embarrassing haze that had settled over the room after her impromptu sniffing spree.

She then straightened up, brushing her hair back as she tried to regain her composure, her cheeks still tinged with a stubborn flush.

“Ahem—anyway, sweetie.” She said, her voice slipping back into that gentle, motherly tone as she fixed Kafka with a pointed look. “You really should go take a bath. You’re all sweaty and sticky from running around out there—it’s not good to stay like that. A nice, warm bath would do you wonders.”

But then to Nina and Camilla’s surprise she suddenly paused, tilting her head as if listening to an unspoken reply, then gasped dramatically, her hands flying to her hips.

“What? You won’t take a bath? You’re too lazy to even do that?” Her brows furrowed in indignation, her voice rising with playful exasperation. “Oh no, you have to, young man! If you don’t, you won’t get a proper sleep—you’ll be tossing and turning all night, feeling all musty and humid. I won’t have my son going to bed like some sweaty little gremlin!”

She paused again, her eyes narrowing as if he’d argued back, her mouth dropping open in exaggerated shock.

“You still won’t?” She said, her tone climbing higher with disbelief.

Then, as if he’d thrown out a cheeky and dirty retort, her expression shifted, her cheeks flaring red as she stammered.

“W-What do you mean, if I want you to bathe so bad, I should clean you up myself?…That is b-by licking all the sweaty places?” She waved her hands frantically, her voice pitching up into a flustered squeak. “That’s too much! I can’t do that—goodness, no!”

But then she froze, her gaze sliding sideways as a sly, contemplative look crept into her eyes. She bit her lip, her hands fidgeting as she mumbled.

“But…at the same time, I can’t just let my son stay like this, can I? All grimy and uncomfortable—it’s a mother’s job to take care of her boy, even if it’s…a little embarrassing.”

Her voice softened, almost as if she were convincing herself, and she nodded slowly, justifying it aloud.

“I mean, think about it even mama cubs lick their cubs clean, don’t they? In the wild, it’s perfectly natural! They groom them with their tongues to keep them safe and healthy—so really, it’s not wrong if I do the same…right?”

She glanced back at Kafka, her blush deepening but her resolve firming up as she squared her shoulders.

“Yes, that’s it.” She said, more to herself than to him, her tone growing resolute. “It’s just a mother’s duty. Nothing strange about it at all! If you won’t wash up yourself, then…Well, I suppose I’ll have to help you out.”

“…Can’t have you going to bed all filthy—I’d never forgive myself!”

Abigaille then cleared her throat again, a faint, embarrassed, “Excuse me…” slipping past her lips as she reached out with trembling fingers toward Kafka’s shirt.

“I-I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She muttered under her breath, her cheeks burning as she fumbled with the buttons, undoing them one by one.

The fabric parted slowly, revealing his chiseled upper body—broad shoulders, taut pecs, and abs that rippled like they’d been carved from marble and the moment she saw saw the sight, her eyes widened, a soft gasp escaping her as she took him in.

“Oh, Kafi…Your body.” She breathed, her voice awed and unguarded. “It’s so…hot and sexy—look at those muscles! You’re just…Wow.”

Her words hung in the air for a split second before her face flared an even deeper red, and she waved her hands frantically, backtracking. “N-Not that I meant it like that!” She stammered, her voice pitching up in a fluster. “I just meant it’s…very appealing! Yes, that’s it—appealing, nothing more! Just…a strong, healthy son, that’s all!”

But her eyes betrayed her, darting back to his abs, lingering on the sharp lines of his pecs, her gaze tracing every sculpted curve as if she couldn’t help herself.

Across the room, Camila and Nina perked up, their heads snapping toward Kafka as the shirt fell open. They took an involuntary step closer, their eyes glued to his exposed torso, mouths parting slightly as if they might actually drool.

“Oh my.” Camila whispered, her voice low and appreciative. “He truly is built like a statue—I don’t get bored no matter how many times I see it.”

Nina nodded, her own flush deepening as she muttered. “Yeah, I’d lick that too—er, I mean, uh…Wow.”

Their stares were shameless, their admiration palpable as they hovered just out of reach, captivated by the sight.

Abigaille, oblivious to their reactions, looked up at Kafka with a cheeky, adorable little grin, her embarrassment giving way to a playful resolve.

“Now, listen here, mister.” She said, wagging a finger at him in mock sternness. “This is a one-time thing, okay? From now on, you’re taking a bath on your own—no more of this laziness, or I won’t be helping you out like this again!” Her tone was firm but laced with affection, and then, with a tiny, determined huff, she leaned in and pressed her tongue to his chest.

She started slow, her licks tentative at first, her tongue gliding over the firm plane of his pecs.

“Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~”

The taste of salt and sweat hit her, and she let out a soft hum, her movements growing more confident as she traced the contours of his muscles.

“Mmm…all that sweat.” She murmured, her voice muffled against his skin as she lapped at his chest, slurping gently at the base of his pecs before moving higher.

“Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~”

Her tongue flicked over his collarbone, then down to his abs, savoring every ridge and dip with a slow, deliberate care that bordered on reverence.

The more she licked, the more she got into it, her hesitance melting away as she embraced the roleplay fully. She dragged her tongue along his shoulder blades, slurping noisily now, the wet sounds echoing in the room as she explored every crevice of his upper body.

“Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~”

“Oh, sweetie, you’re so…salty.” She giggled between licks, her hands bracing against his sides as she worked her way back to his abs, tracing the lines with lewd, lingering strokes.

“Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~”

Her slurps grew louder, more enthusiastic, her lips smacking against his skin as she sucked up every drop of sweat she could find, lost in the primal, motherly act she’d justified to herself.

Camila gulped, her eyes darkening with excitement as she leaned closer to Nina. “She’s…she’s really going for it.” She whispered, her voice full awe and arousal.

“Those slurping noises—fuck, that’s hot.” Nina nodded, her own gaze fixed on Abigaille’s tongue darting over Kafka’s abs.

“Yeah, she’s turning this into a damn show—I’m getting secondhand tingles over here.” She muttered, shifting uncomfortably as the erotic tension in the room spiked, their own pulses quickening at the sight of Abigaille’s unexpected fervor.

Abigaille, meanwhile, was too caught up in her task to notice their reactions, her tongue gliding over Kafka’s skin with a hungry edge now, her soft moans mingling with the wet sounds of her licking as she cleaned him inch by inch, fully immersed in her loving, lewd mission.

“Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~”

The salty tang of his sweat coated her tongue, and she let out a soft, throaty hum, her hands splaying across his abs as she pressed herself closer, her breath hot against him.

“Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~”

She traced the curve of his pecs with a languid swipe, her lips parting to suck gently at the taut flesh, leaving a faint, wet sheen in her wake.

Her eyes then flicked up to meet his, limpid and glistening with affection and something darker, more primal.

“Sweetie.” She purred, her voice low and husky as she paused, her tongue darting out to tease the edge of his collarbone. “Is this fine? Am I doing enough for you?” She tilted her head, her lips hovering just above his skin as she gazed up at him, her expression a sultry blend of innocence and invitation.

Then, as if answering for him, she let out a soft, teasing laugh, her voice dropping even lower. “Oh, you want more, don’t you? You’re telling me it’s not enough—my naughty boy wants his Mommy to keep going, hmm?”

Without waiting for a real reply, she dove back in, her tongue sweeping across his shoulder blades with a slow, sensual drag, sucking lightly at the base of his neck as she murmured against him.

“You’re saying, ‘Lick me here, Mom—right here, aren’t you?” She cooed, her lips brushing the words into his skin as she obeyed her own imagined command, lapping at the hollow of his throat with a wet, deliberate slurp.

“Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~”

Her hands roamed lower, fingers tracing the ridges of his abs as she sank to her knees, her mouth following the path downward.

” “Don’t stop, you’re telling me.” She whispered, her voice dripping with heat as she sucked at the dip between his abs, her tongue flicking out to tease the hard lines. “You want me to get every spot—’Lick my abs, Mom, make ’em shine.”

She complied, her lips closing over each ridge, sucking and slurping with a lewd enthusiasm that filled the air with soft, wet sounds.

“Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~”

Her tongue danced over his stomach, dipping into every crevice as she moaned softly, lost in the fantasy she’d spun. “Oh, you’re so demanding, sweetie—’Get my sides too,’ you’re saying.” She purred, shifting to drag her tongue along his obliques, her lips smacking as she sucked the sweat from his skin.

“But you know…” She continued, her tone turning velvety and indulgent. “Even if you’re so demanding, I don’t mind one bit. It’s my baby boy I’m licking—my precious little man I brought into this world.”

“…Taking care of you like this, tasting every part of you—it’s what I’m here for.”

Her hands slid up his sides, fingers splaying possessively as she pressed a slow, wet kiss to his abs.

“I’d lick you all over for the rest of your life, sweetie—every day, every night, no complaints. Even if you get a girlfriend or a wife someday, the second you call me, I’d rush over to your house, drop to my knees, and lick you clean from head to toe with this sulky little look in my eyes, just wishing I could keep you all to myself.”

Her gaze then dipped lower, settling on the bulge in his pants with a hungry, almost wistful stare. She leaned in closer, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips as she whispered.

“And that part down there? Oh, I wouldn’t mind licking that too—getting every last bit of you, making sure you’re all taken care of.”

Her face hovered just inches from his crotch, her breath warm and teasing as she inched nearer, the air thick with her sultry promise.

But then, just as the tension peaked, she pulled back with a sudden, cheeky giggle, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at him with an impish grin.

“Kidding, kidding!” She chirped, her voice light and playful as she tapped his chest with a finger. “That part’s not my duty—that’s for your lucky girlfriend to handle!”

“Oh, she’s going to be one fortunate girl, getting to have my handsome boy all to herself…I almost feel jealous!” She winked, her blush deepening as she rocked back on her heels, the shift from sultry to teasing seamless and utterly disarming.

Across the room, Camila fanned herself with her hand, her cheeks flushed as she let out a low, shaky breath.

“Goddamn, she’s too much.” She muttered, her voice thick with heat as she watched Abigaille’s performance. “I’m burning up over here—she’s got me all hot and bothered with that switch-up!”

Beside her, Nina gripped the back of a chair for support, her legs wobbling as she stared, wide-eyed and flustered.

“I—I can’t even stand straight.” She stammered, her face redder than ever. “She’s so freaking adorable one second, then that—how is she pulling this off? I’m done for!”

Abigaille, oblivious to their reactions, giggled again, brushing her hair back as she gave Kafka one last cheeky smile, her roleplay weaving a spell that left everyone reeling in its wake…