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

Camila's gaze never wavered as she let her hand trail slowly down to him, her touch on his throbbing dick both gentle and passionate.

With deliberate care, she gathered his massive length in her palm, feeling its warmth and pulsing rhythm through the fabric of his skin. Her eyes—wide with a blend of nervous anticipation and deep, tender affection—locked onto his member as she brought his engorged tip closer, and then slowly, almost reverently, she leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the very top, as if greeting a cherished lover.

"Kiss!♡~"

The kiss was light at first—a delicate brush of her lips against his sensitive crown—but as she lingered, it deepened into something more deliberate and passionate.

The tender warmth of her kiss coaxed a subtle, yet unmistakable reaction; his length swelled even further in her gentle grip, a silent affirmation of the desire that flowed between them.

Encouraged by the silent conversation in his eyes, Camila let her nervousness melt into a determined affection.

With measured slowness, she began to circle her lips around the bulbous tip, planting soft, lingering kisses along its sensitive edges.

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

Each kiss was careful and unhurried—a quiet, loving gesture meant to convey all the unspoken feelings in her heart.

Her tongue, soft and tentative at first, traced gentle patterns that both teased and cherished him, as if she were savoring every secret he had long kept hidden.

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

Between each kiss, she would occasionally lift her eyes to meet his, searching for a hint of reassurance or delight.

In those moments, the air seemed to shimmer with an intimacy that went far beyond the physical; it was as if every tender kiss was an affirmation of all that they had shared—and all that they still longed to discover together.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Smack!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Lick!♡~"

Her hand continued to caress him, steadying him as her lips took their time, each movement a promise that tonight, she was determined to express every ounce of her affection in a way that was entirely her own.

"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Sip!♡~"

Her tongue then moved below, and she started to trace the bulging veins that ran the length of him, each vein a path of pleasure she explored with meticulous precision.

"Nnn!♡~ Lick!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~"

Her movements were slow and deliberate, her tongue gliding over the pronounced ridges and curves of his erection, sending electric pulses of pleasure through Kafka.

"Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

From the tip, where the veins converged in a sensitive knot, she descended, her tongue pressing into each vein, feeling the pulse of his arousal against it.

"Mmm!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~"

She savoured every inch, her tongue not just following but dancing along his veins, the wet, warm slide of her tongue making every nerve ending scream with sensation.

The texture of her tongue against his smooth, heated skin was exquisite torture, the tip flicking over the small, branching veins, tasting the salt of his skin, the essence of his desire.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

As she moved back up, reversing her path, her tongue traced each vein with even more fervour, her breath hot against his skin, adding another layer of sensation.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

She paused at certain points, her tongue circling around the most prominent veins, her lips occasionally joining in to suck gently, pulling at the skin, her saliva cool against the warmth she left behind.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

The sounds were intimate, wet, and deeply erotic—her tongue lapping, the soft sounds of her kisses and sucks creating an auditory landscape of lust. Find exclusive stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Kafka shuddered, the intensity of her movement making his body tense with pleasure, each stroke of her tongue like a spark igniting a deeper, more primal need within him.

Her dedication to his pleasure was evident, her tongue never straying from its path, worshipping him in a way that was both sacred and profane, turning the act into a ritual of love and desire.

And as Kafka gripped onto the sheets to contain himself, Camila's eyes caught sight of Kafka's swollen balls below, hanging heavy with desire, and an untamed urge surged through her.

The sight of him trying to hold back his moans, the tension in his jaw, and the slight quiver in his breath fuelled her wildness.

So, she moved with a sudden, feral grace, descending to his balls with an intent that made Kafka's eyes widen in shock.

"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

She began with a slow, sensual stroke from the base of his balls, her warm breath preceding the wet, velvety touch. The saltiness of his skin met her lips, an intoxicating mix that made her crave more.

"Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~"

Camila then focused on one ball, circling it with a light, teasing touch, the tip of her mouth sending tiny shocks of pleasure through Kafka.

"Mmmph!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~"

The contrast between the cool air and the heat of her mouth was stark, each kiss a blend of warmth and moisture that made his skin prickle with goosebumps. She applied more pressure, her mouth now moulding to the shape, savouring the texture, the firmness beneath the silky skin.

"Slurp!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Nnn! ♡~"

And then, switching to the other, her mouth danced with equal reverence, the moisture from her leaving a trail that glistened in the light.

And then feeling even more daring, her mouth enveloped one of his balls, her lips sealing around it, her tongue rolling over the sensitive skin, tasting him in the most intimate way, which caught Kafka off guard, who never expected his balls to get treated as well.

"Ooooh!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

Camila sucked gently at first, her cheeks hollowing with the effort, the wet, sucking sounds filling the room, a stark contrast to the silence of their previous intimacy. She could feel the weight of him in her mouth, the heat, the pulsating life, and it only spurred her on.

"Nnn!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Mmmph!♡~ Ahh! ♡~"

And then with a daring hunger, she attempted to take the other ball into her mouth as well, her jaw stretching wide, the act of trying to accommodate both at once both shocking and exhilarating.

"Ahhh!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck! ♡~"

The sensation was overwhelming for Kafka; he couldn't believe what she was doing, the feeling of both balls being sucked into the warmth of her mouth, her tongue moving between them, lapping, teasing, driving him into a state of disbelief and pleasure.

"Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Mmmph! ♡~"

Her actions were raw, unfiltered, each movement of her tongue and the suction of her mouth vividly clear, painting a picture of uncontrolled desire.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Nnn! ♡~"

Kafka's control slipped further, his moans escaping despite his best efforts, each one an obvious tell to the wild, dirty ecstasy Camila was subjecting him to.

This wasn't just pleasure; it was an act of primal possession, her mouth claiming him in the most base, erotic way, pushing boundaries, exploring depths of intimacy they'd never ventured into before.

Her eyes, when she glanced up at him, were alight with a fierce, unapologetic lust, her actions a clear message of her need to consume him, to take him in every way possible.

Seeing and feeling all of this, Kafka was overwhelmed by the intense surge of pleasure, his body reacting to Camila's primal possession with an urgency he couldn't control.

"S-Slower, Camila, please..." He gasped, his voice strained with the effort to hold back his climax. "I think I'm going to cum soon."

His plea, however, only fuelled Camila's desire to push him further, to take him to the very edge of Nirvana.

With a wicked gleam in her eye, she ceased her activities on his balls, her fingers taking over, massaging them with a gentle, yet firm touch, rolling them with a rhythm that matched his heartbeat. The sensation was still overwhelmingly stimulating but allowed him a brief respite from the edge.

And then without a moment's hesitation, she then shifted her attention upwards, her gaze locked onto his bulbous tip with a fierce, unapologetic lust, as her mouth opened wide, and in one fluid, surprising motion, she took his entire length into her mouth, his tip hitting the back of her throat.

"Guuuk!♡~"

The sudden, deep engulfment made Kafka's eyes widen in shock, a guttural moan escaping his lips as the heat and tightness of her throat enveloped him.

"Gruukk!♡~ Gok!♡~ Huggg!♡~"

The sound of her swallowing him whole was lewd, the wet, tight constriction around his cock an assault on his senses.

Camila also didn't pause to adjust; instead, she used her position to massage his cock with her throat, her lips sealed tightly around his base, taking in his scent, his essence.

Kafka felt a wave of concern wash over him even as pleasure surged through his body, worried about Camila pushing herself too hard for his sake.

He was about to speak, to tell her not to force herself, but his words were cut off by the overwhelming sensation that followed.

"Gluk!♡~ Gluk!♡~ Lick!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

Camila began to bob her head, her rhythm deliberate, each descent and ascent of her head marked by the wet, lewd sounds of her mouth enveloping him.

The constriction of her throat around his cock was like a velvet vise, tightening with each movement, making Kafka clench his teeth to stifle a moan. The feeling was intense, her throat muscles clenching in a way that was both a massage and a claim, each bob a stroke of pure ecstasy.

"Suck!♡~ Glook!♡~ Guck!♡~ Ahhk!♡~"

And just like Kafka had thought, Camila was indeed suffering; this was her first time taking him so deeply, and the sensation was overwhelming.

Her breathing was laboured, each breath through her nose a struggle as she felt like a pole was being shoved down her throat.

Her eyes watered, tears beginning to streak down her cheeks from the effort, yet the desire to please Kafka, to bring him to the heights of pleasure, overrode her discomfort.

Despite the difficulty, she continued to bob her head, the motion creating a rhythm that was both torturous and divine.

"Gruukk!♡~ Gok!♡~ Huggg!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

With each descent, the tip of Kafka's cock pushed against the back of her throat, eliciting a gagging reflex that only intensified the lewd sounds filling the room. Yet, she didn't stop; her determination was unstoppable.

"Ahhh!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck! ♡~"

Her tongue, amidst the struggle, worked tirelessly. She pressed it against the underside of his cock as she moved, the wet muscle sliding along his length, adding an extra layer of sensation.

"Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Mmmph! ♡~"

Each time she pulled back, her tongue would trace the sensitive ridge of his head before she plunged down again, her mouth a hot, wet cavern of pleasure.

The dual action of her throat's constriction and the massaging of her tongue created an erotic dance that was both punishing and sublime.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Nnn! ♡~"

"Gluk!♡~ Ahhk!♡~ Glok!♡~ Glook!♡~"

Her lips remained locked around him, her cheeks hollowed with the effort of sucking, adding to the suction, making each withdrawal and plunge more intense. The saliva that escaped from the corners of her mouth added to the messiness, to the raw, unfiltered passion of the act.

Even as she fought for breath, her eyes, now glistening with tears, met Kafka's, a silent communication passing between them—a mix of struggle, love, unyielding desire, and also a sigh that he was on the brink and about to finish.

And just as that realisation dawned on her, Kafka let out a loud, uncontrolled shout, "Camila! I-I'm coming!"

And then with a primal reflex, which he had no control over, he thrust her head down, his hands gripping her hair with a desperation that matched his climax. His cock buried itself deep within her throat, the angle and force making her gag slightly, unprepared for the sudden depth.

"Squelch!♡~ Drip!♡~ Gloop!♡~ Splat!♡~"

Then it hit—her senses were assaulted by the first hot jet of his cum, shooting directly down her throat, a thick, viscous stream that she could feel more than taste.

"Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Slosh!♡~ Glug!♡~"

It was like a molten flood, the warmth and texture unlike anything else, filling her mouth and throat with his release.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

Her eyes widened in shock, the sensation of his cum a graphic, visceral experience, the taste a salty, musky burst that overwhelmed her. She gagged again, the reflex causing her to swallow in large, audible gulps, her throat muscles contracting around him, milking every spurt.

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

Each swallow was a struggle, her throat visibly working to accommodate the volume, her lips sealed tight around his base, ensuring nothing escaped.

"Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

The sounds were also unimaginably dirty—the wet, sucking noises of her mouth, the choking gulps as she tried to manage the flow, the harsh breathing through her nose.

Not to mention how the overflow of cum mixed with her saliva, dripping from the corners of her mouth, painting a vivid picture of their intimate, messy connection.

"Slosh!♡~ Splish!♡~ Glug!♡~ Squelch!♡~"

But even as she battled to take it all in, feeling Kafka's tip relentlessly pressing against her throat, Camila swallowed with a fierce, loving obedience.

Her eyes, brimming with tears, held an intensity of emotion that spoke volumes of her love for him.

This night was about her love for Kafka, a love so profound that for him, she was ready to endure any hardship, to push beyond her limits to please him...