God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 674

Chapter 674: Saviour My Meat

Kafka’s smile was infuriatingly calm, his eyes glinting with a playful menace as he leaned closer, his hand still resting on her neck, his thumb brushing her jaw.

“Aw, Mom, I don’t mean no harm.” He purred, his voice a filthy caress, dripping with mock innocence. “I’m calling you a slut because I thought it’d make you feel good. Isn’t that what you want? To feel like my dirty little girl, taking this sausage like a fucking champ?” He said, turning her protest into another layer of their perverse game, and Olivia’s jaw dropped, her voice rising with absurd disbelief.

“Why in the world would being called a slut make me feel good?!” She demanded, her tone incredulous, her eyes searching his for some shred of reason. “Where’d you even get that idea, Kafi? That’s…that’s insane!” Her frustration surged, her body trembling with anger and arousal, her pussy soaking through her underwear as his dominance stoked her shameful desires.

Kafka’s gaze flicked to Abigaille, his smile widening, a conspiratorial glint in his eyes.

“From her…” He said, his voice a low, dirty drawl, nodding toward Abigaille, who sat with a feigned innocence, her eyes averted, whistling softly as if oblivious. “Mom’s always telling me to call her terms like ‘slut,’ ‘whore, ‘filthy bitch—says it gets her all hot and bothered, makes her pussy drip like a faucet. She told me it wasn’t degrading, and it just means you’re…expressive, wild, free.”

“She said those words got double meanings, that it’s fine to call your mom that, beause it’s just love, you know? A special kinda nickname.” His tone was earnest, but the filthy edge was unmistakable, his words painting Abigaille as the architect of his twisted worldview.

Olivia’s eyes snapped to Abigaille, frustration boiling over as she glared, her voice sharp with accusation.

“Abi!” She hissed, her cheeks burning, her hands balling into fists. “You’re the one feeding him this nonsense? Teaching him to call us…sluts? To think it’s okay to talk like that? You’ve turned him into this…this little demon who doesn’t know boundaries!”

Her anger was raw, her heart aching at Abigaille’s role in Kafka’s transformation, but Abigaille just looked away, a faint smile tugging at her lips, her silence a confession of complicity.

She was Kafka’s, body and soul, willing to follow his every whim, and the realization hit Olivia like a slap, her frustration mingling with a dark envy.

Kafka chuckled, his hand sliding up her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair as he spoke, his voice a dirty murmur.

“Yeah, Mom—Mom taught me to talk like this, too.” He said, his eyes glinting with mischief. “She said it feels good to speak all nasty, to let it all hang out.”

“She said it makes you both wet, hearing me call you filthy names, telling you to suck my sausage like a good little whore. That’s why I’m doing it, Mom, because I know you love it, deep down, even if you’re acting all shy.”

His words were a obvious provocation, daring her to deny the heat in her pussy, the way her body responded to his degradation.

Olivia opened her mouth to protest, to argue that he was wrong, to pull him back from the abyss, but Kafka’s grip tightened on her neck, his fingers digging into her scalp, a dominant hold that made her gasp, her body quivering under his gaze.

His eyes were a wolf’s, predatory and unyielding, pinning her like a helpless bunny. “Enough talking now, Mom.” He growled, his voice a low, filthy command, his face inches from hers. “You’ve been yapping too much, and we’re in the middle of dinner. No one speaks out during my feast, not when I’m feeding you my sausage…You hear me?”

“…So, shut that pretty mouth unless it’s taking this meat.”

His tone was overbearing, his authority absolute, and Olivia’s defiance crumbled, a whimper escaping her as she nodded, her body trembling with submission, her pussy throbbing at his control.

“That’s it.” Kafka murmured, his voice a dirty purr, his hand loosening slightly, stroking her neck as he held the sausage before her. “Now open that slutty little mouth again, take my sausage back where it belongs. No more questions, no more whining—just suck it like you’re told.”

His command was relentless, and Olivia’s cheeks burned, her embarrassment surging, but the heat in her pussy drove her to obey. She parted her lips, her mouth opening wide, a glistening invitation, and Kafka smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he slid the sausage back in, its thick, meaty weight filling her mouth, stretching her lips taut.

“Mmmph!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~”

“Fuck, that’s it.” He growled, his voice thick with lust, his hand steadying her neck. “Right where it belongs, Mom—my sausage stuffed in that pretty mouth, making you look so fucking gorgeous. You’re so hot like this, lips all wet, sucking my meat like a good little slut.”

His praise was degrading, yet it sent a shiver through her, her blush deepening as she felt the sausage’s flavor burst on her tongue, her arousal spiking despite the humiliation.

“Slurp!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Nnn! ♡~”

Kafka leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear, his voice a filthy whisper. “As your son, Mom, you gotta do what I say.” He murmured, his hand tightening in her hair, pulling just enough to make her whimper. “Whatever I call you slut, whore, bitch—you take it, you hear me?”

“It’s my love, my way of showing you’re mine, like a nickname that says you’re my dirty little girl. You accept it, because it’s from me, your boy, and you love me, don’t you?”

He told out a twisted declaration, turning degradation into devotion, and Olivia’s eyes flicked to Abigaille, who whistled innocently, her silence a mocking confirmation of her influence.

“Do you understand?” Kafka demanded, his voice a low growl, his eyes boring into hers. “Nod that pretty head, Mom, with my sausage deep in your mouth. Show me you get it.” Olivia hesitated, her heart pounding, but the weight of his gaze, the sausage filling her mouth, left her no choice.

She nodded, her eyes watering, the motion a humiliating surrender, and Kafka’s smile was triumphant, his voice a velvet purr.

“Good girl. Now let’s get serious.”

He pulled the fork away, gripping the sausage in his bare hand, its glistening surface slick with her saliva, his other hand tightening on her neck, bracing her.

“Time to taste it all, Mom.” He growled, his voice thick with filthy intent. “This sausage ain’t just for your mouth—it’s gonna spread its flavor down your throat, make you feel every fucking inch. Your throat’s gotta taste it, gotta know how good it is to be stuffed deep.” Olivia’s eyes widened, a flicker of hesitation flashing through her as she tried to process his meaning.

He leaned closer, his eyes locking onto hers, his voice a low, commanding whisper.

“You ready, Mom? Ready to take my sausage all the way down your throat, feel that thick tip kissing your fucking soul? Every flavor, every drop, deep where it belongs.” Olivia’s heart raced, her hesitation raw, unsure what he meant by ‘throat’ but his dominant gaze, the grip on her neck, compelled her to nod, a submissive surrender that made her pussy clench, her body trembling with a mix of fear and need.

“Good.” Kafka murmured, his voice a dirty promise. “Might be tough for a newbie like you, Mom, but you’ll be fine. Just don’t bite, no matter what.”

“…You bite my sausage, and I’ll punish you—spank that fat ass till it’s red, make you beg for mercy. Got it?” His threat sent a jolt through her, her mind reeling at the idea of punishment, her pussy dripping at the thought, but she nodded, her eyes watering, her mouth still stuffed.

Kafka’s grip tightened, his hand on her scalp steadying her as he pushed the sausage deeper, its thick length sliding past her tongue, pressing against the back of her mouth.

“Don’t gag, Mom.” He ordered, his voice firm but soothing, his eyes locked on hers. “Calm down, control those reflexes. You gag, you ruin it, and we start over…Take it like a good slut, let it own you.”

Olivia’s eyes teared up, the sausage overwhelming, its girth stretching her throat, a gagging reflex rising, but his hand held her firm, his voice guiding her.

“Ooooh!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~ Ahhh!♡~”

She struggled, her body tensing, but she fought the urge, loosening her throat, letting the sausage slide deeper, the sensation alien and intense.

Abigaille’s eyes gleamed with arousal as she watched, her hand slipping between her thighs, her fingers teasing her pussy through her underwear.

“Oh, Olivia, you look so goddamn erotic!♡~” She purred, her voice dripping with filth. “That sausage deep in your throat, stretching you out, making you choke like a filthy whore!♡~”

So hot, even if it’s just meat. Your throat’s taking it like a champ, but fuck, it could handle more, couldn’t it? This is practice, baby, for when you take the real thing, that big, hard cock you’re gonna love.” She said, hinting at something darker, and Olivia’s mind spun, her confusion drowned by the sausage’s relentless advance, her throat bulging as it pushed deeper.

“Nnn!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Mmmph!♡~ Ahh! ♡~”

Kafka’s gaze was loving, his hand caressing her head, stroking her hair in a gentle contrast to his dominance.

“You’re doing so good, Mom.” He murmured, his voice a soft, filthy praise. “You’re a fighter, always been. Fought for this family, gave us everything. So a little sausage? That’s nothing to you. Take it deep, let it fill you, show me how strong you are.”

His words were a balm, his trust, his admiration, a lifeline, and Olivia’s heart swelled, her resolve hardening. She relaxed her throat, letting the sausage slide deeper, its tip pressing into places she’d never felt, the sensation overwhelming, her eyes watering, her body trembling with effort.

“Ahh!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck! ♡~”

Abigaille’s gasp was a dirty moan, her fingers working faster, her eyes locked on Olivia’s throat, the bulge visible beneath her skin.

“Oh my, Olivia!♡~” She groaned, her voice thick with lust. “Your throat’s swallowing that sausage, making it look like a goddamn cock’s fucking you deep!♡~ So fucking hot, I’m creaming myself just watching!♡~ Keep going, take it all, you dirty little slut!♡~”

Her masturbation was blatant, her pussy soaking through her underwear, and Olivia’s embarrassment surged, her own pussy throbbing at the sight, the degradation pushing her to the edge.

Kafka’s hand steadied her, his voice a loving command.

“Almost there, Mom.” He murmured, his eyes warm with pride. “You’re taking my sausage like a fucking queen, letting it own your throat. Feel it, taste it, let it be part of you. I’m right here, I’ve got you.”

His caress, his trust, gave her strength, and Olivia pushed through, her throat yielding, the sausage filling her completely, a perverse triumph that left her gasping, her body alight with a pleasure she couldn’t deny, her submission a fire that consumed her as she fell deeper into their depraved dance…