God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 589

Chapter 589: Dairy Cows
Kafka leaned back, his body shuddering with satisfaction as the trio of women stood before him, their hands working their breasts in a frenzy of squeezing and squirting milk which flew in wild, erotic bursts, splattering all over him

His eyes, glazed with pleasure, then zeroed in on Camila first, drinking in the sight of her lush, plump breasts as she angled them with a marksman’s precision.

Her fingers dug into the soft flesh, squeezing hard, and a thick, creamy stream shot forth—straight into his open mouth, hitting his tongue with perfect, molten accuracy. The taste exploded across his senses—sweet, warm, and intoxicating and he swallowed greedily, his throat bobbing as milk trickled from the corners of his lips.

“Fuck me, Camila.” He said, his voice rough and ragged with arousal, milk glistening on his chin like a badge of debauchery. “You’re a goddamn artist with that insane aim of yours, nailing my mouth like a pro. I’m actually genuinely impressed with your talent.”

Camila’s lips curled into a wicked, sultry grin, her eyes flashing with triumph as she squeezed again, another jet bursting forth to splash past his lips, coating his tongue in her creamy essence.

“It’s nothing, Kafka.” She purred, her voice a gentle tease, thick with arrogant delight. “I just imagine these tits are guns—loaded, cocked, and ready to fire. Point and shoot—easy as that.”

“…Now open wide and drink me down—taste how fucking good I am!”

Her fingers teased her nipples, coaxing out more milk as she aimed with deadly focus, the stream pouring into his mouth in a relentless, hot cascade, daring him to choke on her bounty as her breasts jiggled with every sultry squeeze.

Kafka’s gaze then slid sideways, landing on his mother’s massive, heaving breasts a vision of raw, unrestrained power as they leaked like twin fountains of sin.

Her streams were wilder, less precise, but the sheer volume was staggering, a thick, creamy gush that sprayed across his chest in a molten flood, running down his abs in glistening rivulets.

“Mom, your aim’s decent, definitely not as sharp as Camila’s—but holy fuck, you’re making up for it.” He growled, as he watched the milk pour like liquid fire from her nipples. “It’s like you’ve got fucking fire hoses hooked up to those gorgeous tits—so much is blasting out, it’s unreal.”

Abigaille’s cheeks blazed a deep crimson, her hands trembling as they sank into her overflowing flesh, squeezing again with a desperate, needy edge.

Milk burst forth in a torrential flood, drenching his shoulder and soaking his hair until it clung to his skin in wet, creamy strands. “I—I can’t help it, darling!” She whimpered, her voice a flustered, sultry whine that quivered with heat. “Just one little squeeze, and it’s like a dam breaking—so much pouring out, I can’t control it! It’s too much too hot!”

Her nipples throbbed, leaking even between squeezes, and Kafka licked his lips, catching a stray droplet as he snarled. “Don’t you dare stop—keep pouring it, Mom. Flood me with your love—I’m fucking loving it, every filthy drop.”

Her eyes widened at his command, a shiver of arousal rippling through her as she obeyed, squeezing harder, milk cascading over him In a relentless, creamy deluge that painted his face and throat as her breaths turned to ragged, lust-soaked moans.

His attention finally snapped to Nina last, his expression darkening with a disappointment as he watched her milk spray in chaotic, misfired bursts—splattering the floor, streaking the sofa, everywhere but him.

“Nina, what exactly do you think you’re doing?” He barked, as he wiped a hand across his drenched jaw, milk smearing across his knuckles. “You’re missing me completely—barely squirting anything worth a damn. What are you doing, wasting it all over the place?”

Nina’s face flushed a fiery red, her hands pausing as she huffed, indignation warring with the arousal his tone stoked in her core. “I don’t have a choice, alright?” She snapped, her voice trembling with defiance and desire as she glared at him. “Unlike them…” She shot a venomous look at Abigaille and Camila, their voluptuous breasts still gushing. “…I’m not some oversized milk jug! Mine are firmer—tighter—not these floppy, leaky bags.”

“…It’s harder to aim, harder to get out!”

Her fingers gripped her breasts tighter, a thin stream dribbling forth as if to prove her point, her frustration obvious.

Camila seized the moment, her snicker low and wicked as she teased her rival.

“Aw, poor Nina.” She cooed, her voice a sultry taunt as she squeezed her own plump tits, milk arcing into Kafka’s mouth with pinpoint precision. “Your baby’s gonna starve sucking on those little things —barely a mouthful there! Don’t worry, though—I’ll step in, feed the kid myself with these beauties if it’s struggling that bad. Plenty of hot cream to go around!” Her breasts bounced as she laughed, milk splashing Kafka’s lips as she flaunted her abundance.

Nina’s eyes flashed with anger, her fluster boiling over as she opened her mouth to retort, “You smug little—!”

But Kafka cut her off.

“Theres no need for that, Camila.” He said, his gaze locking onto Nina with a possessive, smoldering heat that made her breath catch. “Even if she struggles to feed the baby, I’ll milk her myself—wrap my fingers around those firm little tits and pull them dry, draining every fucking drop into a sippy bottle.”

“…So, there’s no need for you to help me out when her husband is right by her side every step of the way.” His words dripped with promise, and Nina’s defiance melted into a dazed, lovey-dovey glow, her eyes softening as her heart pounded, her body aching to please him.

Spurred by his filthy vow, she sank to her knees before him, her breath hot and quick as she leaned in close—her face hovering mere inches above the straining, milk-soaked bulge in his pants.

Her hands then gripped her firm breasts, squeezing with a fierce determination, and a thin, warm stream of milk shot forth, splashing across his crotch to everyone’s surprise.

The fabric darkened instantly, clinging to his thick cock and seeping down to coat his balls in a slick, creamy sheen that dripped from the saturated cloth in slow, tantalizing rivulets. She then didn’t stop and squeezed again, milk pouring over him, soaking through until his entire lap glistened with her offering.

Kafka groaned, his head tipping back as the wet heat enveloped him. “What the are you doing down there, Nina? Why are you pouring your milk down the well?”

In response, she looked up at him, her eyes glinting with lewd triumph, her lips curling into a sultry, defiant smirk as she squeezed once more, milk drenching his boner in a fresh cascade. “It’s because you’re all hot and stuffy down here, Kafka.” She purred, her voice a husky whisper thick with desire as she leaned closer, her breath teasing the soaked fabric. So, I’m helping you out by cooling you off—making sure my man’s nice and comfy, all wet and slick for me.”

Nina’s sultry words hung in the air like a naughty promise as she knelt before Kafka, her hands squeezing her firm breasts, milk streaming in hot, creamy rivulets over his straining boner.

The soaked fabric of his pants clung to every thick inch, outlining his pulsing cock and dripping down to coat his balls in a glistening, milky sheen.

Kafka groaned in response, his head lolling back against the sofa as a shudder of raw pleasure rippled through him, his hand sliding through her hair as he savored her devotion. “God, Nina.” He said, his voice a low, guttural growl thick with lust. “You’re such a good little milk cow, taking care of your master like this, so fucking willing. Look at you, drenching me—such a perfect slut for me.”

Her eyes lit up at his praise, a shiver of delight coursing through her as she squeezed harder, her nipples spurting more milk onto his cock, the warm streams soaking through until his lap was a slick, creamy mess.

“Anything for you, Master!♡~” She moaned, her voice trembling with heat as she leaned closer, her breath teasing the drenched fabric, her own arousal soaking her thighs at the thought of pleasing him.

Camila, watching from above, narrowed her eyes, her competitive fire flaring as she caught the glint of satisfaction in Nina’s gaze.

“Oh, hell no.” She muttered under her breath, refusing to be outdone and with a sultry sway of her hips, she stepped forward, climbing onto the sofa and straddling his legs, her plump, leaking breasts hovering inches from his face, their swollen curves glistening with milk.

She then cupped them, squeezing lightly so a bead of cream dripped onto his lips, her voice a hot, teasing purr. “Hey, master.” She cooed, her tone dripping with seduction. “My milk needs a quality check, doesn’t it since we gotta make sure it’s sweet enough for the customers.”

“…So, think you can handle tasting me? See if I’m good enough to satisfy them?”

Kafka’s grin turned evil, his eyes dark with hunger as he licked the droplet from his lips, savoring her flavor.

“That’s a damn good idea.” He growled, his hands. gripping her hips as he pulled her closer. “Let’s see what you’ve got.” And then without waiting a second, he latched onto her left nipple first, his mouth sealing around the swollen peak as he sucked hard, his tongue swirling with greedy, relentless strokes.

“Hmmm!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Haa!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~”

Milk flooded his mouth—hot, sweet, and thick—spilling over his tongue as he drank deep, groaning into her flesh.

“Ahh!♡~ Mmmm!♡~ Smack!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Hmmm!♡~”

Camila moaned, her head tipping back as she thrust her chest forward, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth. “Oh—fuck, yes!♡~” She gasped, her voice a sultry cry as he switched to her right nipple, sucking with a ravenous edge that made her tremble. “Drink it all—taste how fucking good I am!♡~”

He feasted on her, milk dribbling from the corners of his lips as he gorged himself, until finally he pulled back, breathless, his face slick with her cream.

“Goddamn, Camila.” He panted, his voice rough with awe. “That’s fucking amazing—sweeter than I ever imagined. High-grade shit—only the best customers deserve this. You’re a premium fucking product, dripping with gold.”

Hearing this, Camila smirked, her satisfaction glowing as she squeezed her breasts again, a stray spurt hitting his cheek as she basked in his approval, her pussy throbbing with pride.

His gaze shifted, landing on his mother, who stood trembling nearby, her massive breasts still leaking in slow, endless streams. “Come here, Mom.” He commanded, as he beckoned her with a curl of his finger. “Show me those tits—time for your quality check.”

Abigaille hesitated, her cheeks blazing, but she also silently obeyed, stepping closer and lifting her heavy, milk-laden breasts toward him, their sheer size a breathtaking sight.

Kafka’s eyes darkened, and he lunged forward, his mouth clamping onto her nipple with an aggressive, primal hunger.

“Chug!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Chug!♡~ Down!♡~ Mmm!♡~”

He sucked hard—savagely—his lips pulling at her flesh as milk gushed forth in a torrential flood, overflowing his mouth and spilling down his chin in creamy rivers. He growled into her, his tongue lashing her nipple as he drank, the sheer volume drowning him in her essence.

“Slurp!♡~ Ohhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Guzzle!♡~ Yum!♡~”

Abigaille moaned, her knees buckling as she clutched his head, her voice a broken, lust-drenched whimper. “Oh—sweetie—oh God!♡~”

Milk poured relentlessly, soaking his face, his throat, his chest as he switched to her other breast, sucking with equal ferocity until he was panting, his mouth full and dripping.

“Sip!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Sip!♡~ Drink!♡~ Mmm!♡~”

He then pulled back, gasping, milk streaming from his lips as he stared up at her with a wild grin. “Damn Mom—unlike Camila, you’re built for the masses.” He said as he stared at her mother’s milkers. “This much milk? I could milk you every damn day and you’d never run dry. You’re too precious—too fucking perfect to ever lose.”

“…I’m gonna keep you pregnant, fuck you full of babies every chance I get, keep those tits leaking for me forever.”

Abigaille’s blush flared, her eyes going wide as she squirmed under his gaze, her voice a flustered, sultry murmur. “M-Mommy wouldn’t mind that, baby.” She whispered, her eyes glinting with taboo heat. “Being pregnant all the time? More babies for me—more milk for you? Oh, I’d love that…” Her nipples dripped as she spoke, her arousal soaking her thighs at the filthy promise.

Nina, still kneeling at his lap, watched the exchange with a flicker of envy, her own desire surging as she refused to be left out.

“Me too!” She chirped, her voice a needy, loving plea as she climbed onto his lap, straddling him with her lithe frame. She pressed herself against him, her firm breasts thrust forward, their purple nipples beaded with milk as she gazed at him with adoring, doe-like eyes. “Check mine too—please, Master.” She begged, her tone dripping with devotion as she squeezed her tits, a thin stream dribbling onto his chest. “Tell me how I taste.”

Kafka’s grin widened, his hands gripping her waist as he pulled her closer, his mouth latching onto her left nipple with a slow, naughty suck.

“Chug!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Chug!♡~ Down!♡~ Mmm!♡~”

Milk trickled forth—thicker, richer than the others and he bit down gently, his teeth grazing her sensitive peak to coax out more. Nina gasped, her body arching as he sucked harder, switching to her right nipple and biting again, drawing out the creamy flow as it coated his tongue.

“Slurp!♡~ Ohhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Guzzle!♡~ Yum!♡~”

He drank deep, savoring the dense texture, until he pulled back, licking his lips with a dark, approving growl. “I get it now…I finally get it.” He said, as he stared at her verdant peaks. “Your milk…It’s thick—so thick that it feels like pure cream and is the reason it’s struggling to come out easily.”

“…And with this fat filled milk you’ve got here I’m thinking of starting a whole damn chain—dairy sweets, cheeses, all of it—built on this rich, slutty milk of yours. People’ll eat it up, never knowing it’s your filthy little tits they’re tasting.”

Nina’s eyes widened, a taboo thrill shooting through her as she imagined it—strangers devouring her milk in cakes, in cream, in cheese, her thick essence a secret ingredient.

“Oh—God, yes!♡~” She moaned, her voice trembling with excitement as she squeezed her breasts again, milk dripping onto his lap as her pussy clenched at the thought. “Use me—milk me dry for it—I want that so bad, Master!♡~” Her body quaked, her arousal spiking as she pressed herself tighter against him, lost in the filthy fantasy.