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

"It feels so good, Kafi—the milk's sloshing around in me!♡~" Abigaille whimpered, her voice thick with pleasure as her anus clenched around him, sealing the milk inside for a moment before opening again, spilling it out in rhythmic bursts. "It's so warm—like my asshole's a safe haven for it!♡~ Oh, I love how it fills me, how you're taking me like this!♡~"

Her anus pulsed, tightening then releasing, each motion sending more milk splashing out, coating his cock in a creamy sheen as he fucked her violently.

"Ohhhh!♡~ Mmmm!♡~ Aaaah!♡~ Uhhhh!♡~ Nnnmmm!

Camila, kneeling beside them, watched with wide eyes, her throat turning dry as the sight ignited a fire in her core.

"I can't handle this, Kafka—my pussy's on fire!"

She gasped, her voice a desperate plea as she plunged her fingers into her sopping slit, thrusting them deep as she crawled closer.

"I want something too—I need you!"

She pressed her lips to his, kissing him fiercely, her tongue tangling with his as she shoved her milk-laden breasts against his chest, milk leaking from her nipples in warm streams that streaked his skin, dripping down his body in a messy, erotic cascade.

Kafka groaned into her kiss, his cock pounding Abigaille's ass as he gripped Camila's breast, squeezing it to coax more milk onto himself.

"Fuck, Mom, you're my filthy cow! Your ass is mine, leaking like this!" He rasped, pulling back from Camila's lips to grope Abigaille's cheeks harder, milk splashing with every thrust. "Camila, you're my slutty little cow too—look at you, fingering that pussy, leaking all over me—you're both mine, my perfect herd."

Abigaille's head tipped back, her voice a trembling moan as she rocked against him, milk still spilling from her anus.

"Yes, Kafi—I'm your dirty cow, your mother who loves her bull son!♡~" She cried, her anus clenching around his cock as pleasure surged through her. "Take me, fill me—I'm yours, always yours—fuck your Mommy's ass like this every day!♡~"

Camila's fingers thrust faster, her pussy dripping as she pressed her leaking breasts harder against Kafka, her voice a breathless chant between kisses.

"I'm your slutty cow too, Kafka—your pale little whore who needs you!♡~" She moaned, her lips brushing his ear as milk poured from her nipples, soaking him. "Fuck her, fuck me—we're your cows, your family—nobody else gets us, just you!♡~"

The air pulsed with their dirty talk, a taboo symphony of incestuous lust and devotion as Kafka's thrusts grew erratic, his cock slamming into Abigaille's milk-slicked anus with relentless force.

"Fuck, Mom, Camila—you're mine, my filthy cows—gonna fill you both!" He growled, his balls tightening as he groped Abigaille's ass, milk splashing over his hands. "Take it, Mom—take your son's cum!"

"Schlurp!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Drip!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

With a final, violent thrust, he came his cock pulsing as thick, hot streams of cum flooded Abigaille's anus, mixing with the milk in a creamy, messy rush that spilled out around his shaft, dripping onto the stone in a lewd puddle.

"Splat!♡~ Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Gloop!♡~"

Abigaille screamed, her body convulsing as the heat overwhelmed her, her anus sealing around him to hold the flood before opening again, milk and cum pouring out together.

"Kafi—yes, it's so hot!♡~" She gasped, her voice breaking as pleasure consumed her.

Camila's fingers plunged deep, her pussy clenching as she watched, the sight and Kafka's kiss pushing her over the edge.

"Kafka, I'm cumming!♡~ I'm cumming so hard!♡~"

She cried, her voice a shuddering moan as her body shook, clear fluids squirting from her pussy onto the floor, her breasts leaking milk across his chest in a wild, ecstatic burst, until she slumped against him, panting, her pale skin glistening with sweat and milk.

Kafka groaned, his cock still buried in Abigaille's ass as he pulled Camila closer, his hands roaming their trembling bodies.

"You're both amazing, my cows, my loves..."

He gasped, his voice rough with satisfaction as he kissed them each in turn—his mother's lips soft and needy, a tender press of adoration, and Camila's eager and sloppy, a hungry clash of tongues.

"Mwah!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Milk, cum, and fluids pooled beneath them on the warm floor, a steamy testament to their shared ecstasy, the hot spring humming around them in the aftermath.

"Peck!♡~ Peck!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Peck!♡~ Taste!♡~"

Abigaille melted into his kiss, her breath slowing as she savored the gentle love in her son's touch, her rich brown skin glistening with sweat and milk.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

Camila pressed herself closer as well, her pale curves trembling with aftershocks as she nuzzled his neck, their lips lingering on his in a quiet, loving exchange.

But just as they basked in the tender glow, Kafka pulled back slightly, his eyes glinting with a renewed, insatiable hunger as he stroked his massive cock—still hard, pulsing with need despite the flood he'd just unleashed.

"You know, there's no way I can be satisfied with just one round after that."

He said, his voice a low, hungry growl as he looked between them, his hand sliding along his slick, love juice covered shaft.

"The night's still young and it's going to go on for a long while, and I'm nowhere near done with you two."

Abigaille's eyes widened, a flicker of fear crossing her face as she felt the weight of his words, her body still quivering from the intensity of his earlier assault.

"Kafi, you can't mean that—after all this?"

She murmured, her voice trembling with exhaustion and nervous anticipation, her anus still twitching faintly with the memory of milk and cum.

Camila's breath hitched, her pale skin flushing as she glanced at his towering cock, her voice a soft gasp of alarm.

"Kafka, you're serious? I'm already a mess—you can't possibly have more in you!"

Her hand instinctively pressed to her chest, milk dripping from her nipples as she stared at him, half-frightened by his relentless stamina.

But then, as his words sank in, their fear melted into wide, eager smiles—Abigaille's lips curling with a warm, adoring grin, Camila's stretching into a playful, lustful smirk.

The exhaustion in their bodies gave way to a surge of excitement, their shared desire reigniting at the promise of more and without a word, they pounced on him in unison, their milk-drenched forms colliding as they scrambled over his body, hands and knees slipping on the wet floor as they fought for position, their voices rising in a heated, giggling clamor.

"I'm taking my baby next, Camila!" Abigaille declared, her voice full of determination and affection as she straddled his thighs, her curves pressing against him as she reached for his cock. "You've already filled me once but I still deserve another round with my sweet bull son!"

Camila in response shoved her aside playfully, her pale ass wiggling as she climbed over Kafka's chest, her voice a teasing protest.

"No chance, Abi—I'm getting him now! I've been waiting too long, and my pussy's still aching for more of him—move over, I'm his needy cow tonight!"

Kafka laughed, his hands catching their hips as they jostled atop him, their breasts brushing his skin, milk leaking onto his chest in warm streaks as they wrestled for dominance.

"Just, look at you two, fighting over me like greedy little cows." He said, his cock twitching in his hand as he guided it toward them, letting them scramble. "There's plenty of me to go around—night's just starting, and I'm gonna fuck you both till you can't move."

Abigaille giggled, her hands pushing Camila's shoulder as she tried to align herself, her voice a breathless plea.

"Kafi, let me have you—I want to feel you inside me again, stretching me like only my son can. I'll ride you all night if you let me!♡~"

Camila countered, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pressed her leaking breasts against his face, her voice a sultry whine.

"No, Kafka choose me!♡~ I'll take every inch of that massive cock—make me scream like the slutty cow I am. Abi's had her turn—I'm dying for you!♡~"

Their playful struggle filled the steamy air with laughter and moans, their bodies slipping and sliding over his as they vied for his cock, milk splashing between them in a messy, erotic dance.

Kafka groaned, his hands roaming their curves—his mother's plush, brown ass, Camila's pale, trembling thighs—as he thrust upward, teasing them both with the promise of more.

"Keep fighting, my naughty little cows...I'm gonna take you both, over and over again tonight until and full up your tight little pussies so much that you won't ever feel dry down there again with how much of my cum is going to be oozing out."

He growled, his voice thick with lustful intent as the night stretched on, their insatiable trio lost in a haze of taboo passion and unrelenting desire...