God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 590: Nipple Fight

Kafka lounged back on the sofa, his body a quivering altar of primal lust, every muscle taut and shuddering with the aftermath of their creamy onslaught.

His unbottened shirt, soaked through with their milk, clung to his chiseled torso like a second skin, the fabric translucent and glistening, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the faint ripple of his abs beneath.

Milk dripped from his jaw in slow, tantalizing streams, trailing down his throat to pool in the hollow of his collarbone, while his pants—dark and drenched—hugged his throbbing cock, the thick bulge outlined in stark relief, pulsing with every ragged breath he took.

His eyes, dark pools of insatiable hunger, raked over Abigaille, Camila, and Nina as they stood before him, their naked bodies glistening with sweat and milk, their swollen breasts trembling with every shallow pant, nipples leaking in slow, creamy beads that traced paths down their curves.

He then licked his lips, savoring the lingering sweetness of their individual flavors—Abigaille's torrential flood, Camila's honeyed nectar, Nina's dense cream—and let out a low growl that rolled through the room like a thunderclap of lust.

"I can't believe it." He said finally, his voice a molten snarl, rough and dripping with dark desire. "I've finally tasted you milk cows one by one, and you're all so goddamn delicious—Mom's endless gush, Camila's sweet fucking gold, Nina's thick, slutty cream—I'm addicted. But now..." His grin twisted into a predatory slash, his hand sliding down to grip his straining cock through the soaked fabric, squeezing as his eyes burned into them. "I want it all at once...Your filthy, dripping tits mashed together, milk mixing in my mouth, a hot mess of you cows flooding me. I wanna suck you dry together—taste the nasty blend of my perfect little herd."

Hearing this, Abigaille's heart stopped, a sharp, trembling gasp escaping her as she clutched her massive breasts, her fingers sinking into the soft, overflowing flesh until milk oozed between them, dripping in slow, creamy rivulets down her trembling stomach.

"T-Together, sweetie?" She whispered, her voice a sultry, quivering plea, barely audible over the soft drip of her milk hitting the floor. "How...How are we gonna do that all of us, in your mouth at once?"

The words alone sent a shiver of dark arousal racing through her, her pussy clenching as wet heat pooled between her thighs, her body quaking at the obscene, intimate vision he'd planted in her mind.

Kafka's gaze turned molten, a predator's stare that pinned her in place as he licked a stray droplet from his lips, his tongue dragging slow and deliberate, savoring her essence. "Well you just have to follow my instructions."

"...First, get your asses over here all you dirty little milk whores."

He commanded, his voice a deep growl that dripped with taboo promise, thick with lust as he beckoned them with a slow, curling gesture of his fingers.

"And then press those slutty, leaking tits together—shove them so fucking tight your nipples are kissing, rubbing, dripping into each other, until they're a hot, creamy pile right in my face."

"...And then right in front of you I'm gonna wrap my mouth around all six of those dripping little fuckers—suck them raw, drink every filthy drop you've got, and drown in the nasty, wet mess of it."

His words were a dark, lascivious spell, painting a picture so perverse it seared into their minds—six swollen, milk-spewing nipples mashed together, slick and trembling, pressed into his greedy, sucking mouth as he devoured them in a single, depraved gulp, milk spurting in a wild, taboo flood that would choke him with their combined essence.

Their breaths caught in unison, chests heaving as their imaginations erupted with the sheer, filthy depravity of it—his tongue lashing six nipples at once, milk gushing in a creamy, messy torrent, their bodies fused in a hot, slippery crush.

And like obedient cows enslaved to their master's insatiable lust, they moved hesitant steps at first, their bodies trembling with nerves and pulsing desire, milk dripping from their tips to splatter the floor in soft, wet plops.

Abigaille shuffled forward, her breasts swaying heavily, the soft flesh jiggling as she pressed against Camila, her skin brushing hers in a sultry, electric slide that sent a shiver through them both. Camila sided up, her plump, juicy curves squishing into Abigaille's side, her nipples grazing her friend's flesh as milk smeared between them.

Nina joined last, her firmer tits nudging into Camila's other flank, and they inched closer still, gasping and giggling breathlessly as their breasts collided—soft, slick, and sticky with sweat and milk, mashing together in a hot, trembling tangle.

Their nipples—six swollen, leaking peaks—pressed tight, brushing and rubbing against one another until they formed a quivering, creamy cluster, so close they could feel the heat radiating off each other's skin, milk seeping from the contact in slow, tantalizing dribbles that mingled in the sultry crush.

The closeness ignited a commotion—Camila's plump, velvety nipples grazed Nina's harder, purple ones, and she let out a sultry, teasing whine, her voice dripping with heat.

"Nina your nipples are like goddamn diamonds. There's so hard that they're slicing into mine!"

She squeezed her breasts, milk spurting in a creamy arc as she shifted, her soft tips rubbing harder against Nina's, the friction sending a jolt of wet heat straight to her core.

Nina glared back, her cheeks flaring a deep crimson as she pressed forward, her voice a husky snap laced with arousal.

"They're not hard, you fat-titted slut. Uours are just too damn soft, all that jiggling flesh sloshing around!"

She smirked, her fingers digging into her own firm breasts as she rubbed her nipple against Camila's in a slow, deliberate circle, milk smearing between them in a hot, slippery mess as she teased her rival with a wicked glint in her eye.

The two descended into a sultry, milk-drenched skirmish, their nipples clashing like dueling blades in a lewd, creamy dance—rubbing, flicking, grinding as they argued, milk spraying in wild bursts with every thrust.

"Take that, you floppy cow!" Nina hissed, her nipple circling Camila's with a taunting twist, her milk splattering across Camila's chest as she pushed harder.

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Camila moaned, her eyes narrowing as she retaliated, flicking her nipple back with a slippery grind that smeared their cream together. "Damn you, you green titty goblin!" She purred, her voice a hot, sultry taunt as she pressed her breast deeper, their tips sparring in a wet, rhythmic clash that drew sharp, breathy gasps from them both, their pussies soaking at the taboo friction.

But then Camila's gaze darted to Abigaille, her eyes widening as they locked onto her Abi's massive, perky nipples—big, juicy, and dripping with an effortless abundance that dwarfed their own, glistening like ripe, milk-filled fruit begging to be plucked. "Why am I even fighting with you?—she's the real prize." Camila breathed, her voice a dark, lascivious purr as she broke off from Nina, her milk-slick nipple twitching with intent.

Nina nodded, a sly, wicked grin curling her lips as she joined the assault. "Yeah—those fat, dripping milkers outshine us both—let's take her down!"

They pounced, their nipples zeroing in on Abigaille's swollen peaks, rubbing and grinding against them with slow, teasing strokes that sent creamy streams gushing from the contact, milk smearing across her trembling flesh in a hot, sticky mess.

Abigaille squealed, her voice a flustered, sultry moan as she squirmed between them, her breasts quivering under the relentless assault.

"Oh—girls, stop it—please!" She gasped, her hands flailing helplessly as their hard and soft nipples teased her sensitive peaks, sending electric jolts of pleasure racing through her. "It's so...so ticklish—I can't take it!"

Her pleas dissolved into whimpers, her thighs clenching as milk spurted in wild streams, coating their clashing breasts as Camila smirked, dragging her tip over Abigaille's swollen bud with deliberate, torturous pressure.

"Ticklish, huh? Take this, you juicy little cow." She purred, her milk mingling with Abigaille's in a creamy, taboo flood.

Nina joined in, her firmer nipple circling Abigaille's other peak with a wicked twist, purring. "Yeah, feel that you're drowning us, you slutty fountain!"

Abigaille's moans grew louder, her body quaking as their combined teasing pushed her to the edge, her pussy dripping with arousal at the filthy onslaught.

Kafka watched the lewd, nipple-rubbing fight unfold with a ravenous hunger, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants, the soaked fabric sticking to his shaft as pre-cum mingled with the milk Nina had drenched him in.

But his patience then snapped, and he barked. "Enough!"

His voice sliced through their sultry bickering like a lash, sharp and commanding, his eyes blazing with possessive, primal heat.

"Quit bullying my prized cow, as it's time to give me those dripping nipples and let me have my mouthful."

His tone was an unyielding decree, and the women froze, their breaths ragged and heavy as they turned to him, their competitive lust melting into submissive, trembling desire.

And like a herd molded to their master's will, they pressed closer, their bodies flush and quivering as they squished their breasts tighter—nipples sliding, rubbing, pressing until they fused into a perfect, trembling cluster of six swollen, leaking tips, slick with milk and pulsing with raw, taboo anticipation...