NOVEL NEXT Chapter 607: A Sudden Call
Kafka's hands roamed with purpose, teasing their nipples until they stiffened, their shivers fueling his grin as he turned his gaze to Bella, his eyes glinting with a possessive spark.
"Look at you, Bella." He murmured, his hand pressing her breast with a slow, tender squeeze, feeling the soft swell beneath his palm. "Seems like my little girl's had some development in the chest department since I last checked—grown a bit, haven't you?" His thumb circled her nipple, coaxing a gasp from her as he grinned wider. "And now I wanna see my girl's growth—take that top off, sweetheart."
"...Let Daddy see those naked breasts of yours."
Bella's face turned scarlet, her hands flying to cover her chest as she glanced at Abigaille, her voice a flustered stammer.
"Daddy—I can't! Not—oh—not right now, not in front of Auntie Abigaille! Hers are so big—huge, like a Titan's—and mine are so small compared to hera!"
"...I'd be ashamed to show them next to hers—it's embarrassing!"
Her baby blue eyes shimmered with nervous heat, her body trembling as she shrank back, her blush spreading to her ears.
And hearing her statement, Abigaille flushed deeper, her hands fluttering as she tried to wave off the compliment, her voice soft and flustered.
"Oh, Bella, it's not that big a deal—don't say that! Mine aren't, they're just—well, they're not that impressive!"
But her cheeks betrayed her, the red glow intensifying as she shifted, her ample curves pressing against Kafka's side.
Kafka chuckled, his hand stroking Bella's back as he leaned in, his voice warm and reassuring.
"Hey, listen—you're still growing, sweetheart. You've got years ahead to develop, so don't worry about it now...Besides, even your mom, she's scared of your Auntie Abigaille's breasts as well because of how big they are."
"...So, just know that your Auntie Abigaille is a league above everyone else, so it's not a fair comparison and you're perfect just as you are and my little girl's got nothing to be ashamed of."
His words melted her insecurity, a shy smile tugging at her lips as she peeked up at him, her desire to please him outweighing her embarrassment.
"T-Thank you, Daddy...I honestly feel so much better seeing that even my mom feels the same way about Auntie Abigaille."
She murmured, her voice soft and hopeful as she hesitated, her hands hovering at the hem of her top and then with a slow, trembling breath, she tugged it off, the fabric sliding over her head to reveal her pale breasts, her bra following with a quiet snap.
The soft mounds jiggled slightly, crowned with pink little nipples that stood out against her creamy skin—innocent yet undeniably sexy, a delicate temptation that made Kafka's breath catch.
"Fuck, just look at you." He rasped, his hands diving in to grope her bare breasts, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he tugged her nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers with a teasing pull. "They've grown so much, Bella—really coming along."
"...It won't be long before you're as big as your mom, Camila—maybe even bigger."
His touch was firm but tender, coaxing a moan from her as her body arched into his hands, her skin flushing under his praise.
"Really, Daddy?" She gasped, her voice trembling with excitement as she felt his fingers tease her sensitive peaks, her nipples hardening under his touch. "You think I'll get as big as Mom one day?"
Her blue eyes sparkled, her shyness giving way to a eager thrill as he kneaded her breasts, the sensation sending shivers down her spine.
"Of course." He said, his voice a low, confident rumble as he met her gaze, his hands never stopping their slow, sensual assault. "You're basically a copy of your mother, so it's only natural that you'll those pillows she has as well...But you know, Bella..." He paused, his eyes glinting with mischief as he leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "...The reason they're growing so big so fast? That's because of a certain someone, isn't it."
"...So, go on and name that person, sweetheart. I'd like to hear it from your own mouth."
Bella blushed harder, her hands twisting in her lap as she hesitated, her voice a coy whisper. "I-I don't know, Daddy..."
But he insisted, his fingers pinching her nipple lightly as he pressed. "Come on, Bella—tell me. Who's making these pretty little breasts grow so much?"
She squirmed, her blush deepening as she glanced away, then back at him, her voice barely audible as she finally admitted the truth.
"It's...It's you, Daddy...It's because of you they're growing so big."
Her admission came out shy and sweet, her eyes flickering with a mix of embarrassment and adoration as she surrendered to his teasing.
"That's right." He growled, his hands teasing her nipples harder, tugging and rolling them until she whimpered, her body trembling against him. "Tell me what'd your daddy do to make them grow like this?...Explain it, baby girl—don't hold back."
Her throat went dry, her voice quivering as she bit her lip, the memories flooding back in a rush of heat.
"You—you licked them, Daddy." She stammered, her blush burning as she spoke, her words spilling out in a bitter, breathless rush. "You sucked them—teased them with your tongue, over and over. And—and you even...fucked them with your p-penis, sliding it between them, making them feel so good—so much pleasure, that's why they're growing so big!♡~!"
Her confession tumbled out, raw and unfiltered, her body arching as he squeezed her breasts, her nipples throbbing under his touch.
He grinned, a wicked satisfaction in his eyes as he leaned in, his voice a low, approving murmur.
"That's my girl—such a good daddy I am, huh? Helping my little Bella grow so much, taking such good care of you."
His hands pressed her breasts together, his thumbs flicking her nipples as he watched her squirm, her moans filling the air.
"Yes—yes, Daddy!♡~" She gasped, her voice breaking with adoration as she nodded, her blue eyes shining up at him. "You're the best daddy in the world—no one's like you!♡~ You've made me...Ohhh!♡~...g-grow so much, I love it!"
"Then show me some appreciation, sweetheart."
He purred, his voice thick with desire as he squeezed her breasts one last time, his hands guiding her closer.
"Let Daddy feel how much you love him."
Bella didn't hesitate, her shyness incinerated by Kafka's command as she pressed her bare breasts against his chest, the soft mounds rubbing against him with a slow, passionate grind that sent heat radiating through his shirt.
"Pucker!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Suck!♡~"
Her lips found his neck, kissing him with a hungry fervor—wet, open-mouthed presses that trailed along his skin, her breath hot and needy as she moaned against him, her body trembling with a intoxicating mix of love and lust.
"Daddy—I love you so much!♡~"
She whispered between kisses, her voice a sultry chant as she lost herself in him, her pink nipples dragging against the fabric as she clung to him, her curls tickling his jaw, her passion spiraling into the steamy night.
"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"
Kafka's eyes darkened with desire as he savored Bella's devotion, her soft moans vibrating against his skin. But then his gaze shifted to his mother who was still pressed against his side, her fuller curves heaving with each flustered breath.
A grin curled his lips as he turned his attention to her, his hand sliding from Bella's breast to grip hers with a tighter, almost painful squeeze, his fingers sinking deep into her plush, yielding flesh.
"And you, Mom—you're a sinner, you know that?" He growled, as he kneaded her breast, pressing the heavy mound until it spilled over his palm. "This unnecessarily plump body of yours—look at it, so absurdly full, making a youth like Bella feel self-conscious, ashamed of their own figures."
"...You're tempting everyone with these fat tits, and it's downright criminal."
"Ahhh!♡~ Nooo!♡~ Don't say that!♡~ Mmm!♡~"
Abigaille cried out, a sharp moan escaping her as his grip tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh like he was punishing her for her curves, her body arching against him as pleasure and protest mingled in her voice.
"Kafi—oh—it's not my fault!♡~" She gasped, her tone trembling with defiance and arousal as she squirmed, her hands clutching his arm. "I didn't mean to pull Bella down like this—I'd never want that!♡~ I-I'd even give her part of my breasts if I could, just to make her feel better!♡~"
Kafka's eyes flashed with possessive heat, his hand squeezing her breast harder, his thumb rolling her nipple with a punishing tug that made her whimper.
"Oh, no you don't." He said, his voice a dark, commanding growl as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "I won't allow that these tits are mine, Mom...Not even you can give them away—not a single inch."
"...Only I've got rights over these fat, gorgeous milkers, and I'm not sharing."
His fingers pressed deeper, kneading her with a fierce ownership that sent a jolt through her, her purple nipples hardening even more beneath his touch, betraying how his words ignited her despite herself.
"Ahh!♡~ Huaghh!♡~ Mmm!♡~"
Instead of outrage, Abigaille's breath hitched, a flush spreading across her chest as her body responded, her moans softening into a needy hum.
"Oh, Kafi—oh, you're awful...Staking a hold over your mother's body!♡~"
She murmured, her voice thick with arousal as her nipples throbbed under his relentless groping, her resistance melting into a steamy puddle of desire.
The dirtier he got, the more she surrendered, her plush curves trembling against him.
And noticing this, he grinned, his hand sliding to her other breast as he squeezed it with equal force, his voice dropping to a filthy, teasing murmur.
"That's right, Mom—I need to punish these milkers for tempting today's youth, making poor Bella feel small next to them. They're too much—too lecherous."
"...So, take that top off, Mom—let me see them bare. Time to discipline these naughty tits proper."
Her hands shook as she obeyed, her breath ragged with anticipation as she tugged her top over her head, the fabric catching briefly on her curves before falling away. Her bra followed, unhooked with a quiet snap, and her fat, big breasts spilled free, dropping with a soft bounce that made Kafka's breath catch.
The perky purple nipples stood out against her rich skin, glistening faintly in the dim light—lush, heavy, and undeniably erotic, a sight that drew a low, appreciative growl from his throat.
"Now, would you look at these..."
He gasped, his hands diving in to grope her bare breasts, his fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh as he squeezed them tight, lifting them to feel their weight.
"So damn big—taking up all the share of tits in the world, huh? Greedy as hell, Mom—these fat milkers are obscene, stealing the spotlight from everyone else."
His voice grew dirtier, a filthy edge lacing his words as he slapped her breasts lightly, the soft smack echoing in the room as they jiggled, her purple nipples bouncing with each hit.
"Lecherous—naughty as fuck—making even a sweet girl like Bella jealous with how plump and perfect they are."
"...You oughta be ashamed, tempting me like this."
"Slap!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slap!♡~ Mmmm!♡~"
Abigaille moaned louder, her body arching into his slaps as pleasure surged through her, her voice trembling with apology and ecstasy.
"Oh—Kafi, I'm sorry!♡~" She gasped, her hands clutching the couch as his palms struck her breasts again, the sharp sting blending with the heat pooling in her core. "I didn't mean to—Oh!♡~—they're just too much, I know!♡~ Punish them—please—I can't help it!♡~"
Her nipples throbbed under his mistreatment, her moans growing more desperate as she surrendered to the sensation, her plush curves quivering with each slap.
Kafka's grin widened, his hands alternating between groping and slapping her breasts, the soft flesh rippling under his touch as he growled.
"That's it take your punishment, Mom. These tits are mine to tame—too fucking tempting for your own good."
He slapped them again, harder this time, watching them bounce as she cried out, her moans filling the room with a steamy, needy edge.
Bella, still pressed against his chest, her bare breasts rubbing against him, kissed his neck with renewed fervor, her soft whimpers joining Abigaille's cries as the night spiraled deeper into their tangled, lustful play.
"Keep moaning for me, both of you."
Kafka rasped, his voice thick with satisfaction as he squeezed Abigaille's breasts one last time, his other hand drifting back to tease Bella's nipple, binding them in the heat of his command.
"You're mine tonight—my naughty girls and I'm gonna enjoy every second of this."
Kafka's hands roamed with a possessive relish, one kneading Abigaille's heavy, jiggling breasts, the other teasing Bella's smaller mounds, that were actually quite big as they moaned and writhed against him, their bare skin hot under his touch.
A deep, rumbling satisfaction settled in his chest as he leaned back on the couch, his dark eyes sweeping over the scene—Bella's soft whimpers as she kissed his neck, her breasts rubbing against his chest, and Abigaille's breathless cries as her plump curves bounced with each slap.
He grinned, a smug, contented curve of his lips as he thought to himself what a lucky bastard he was.
'No other man gets this—abusing Mom's fat tits like they're mine to punish, playing with my little girl's growing breasts like a toy.'
'Fuck, this is paradise—pure, twisted heaven, and it's all mine.'
The living room pulsed with their heat, the air thick with their moans and the faint scent of cold pasta lingering on the table, a forgotten relic of his earlier efforts.
His cock also throbbed in his pants, straining against the fabric as the thought of taking it further ignited his mind. He imagined pulling it out, thick and hard, and asking them—no, ordering them to kneel in front of him, their lips wrapping around him at the same time, Bella's soft tongue and his mother's eager mouth working him together.
The idea sent a shiver down his spine, a heavenly promise of pleasure that made his breath catch. He shifted, his hands pausing on their breasts as he prepared to make his move, his voice already forming the filthy request.
"Hey, you two—how about you—"
But before he could finish, a sharp, but melodious sound sliced through the steamy haze—the shrill ring of the phone, echoing from the kitchen counter.
Kafka froze, his hands stilling mid-squeeze as Abigaille's moan cut off into a startled gasp, her body tensing against him, while Bella simply continued what she was doing.
Normally, they'd ignore it—some random call could wait, let it ring out while they lost themselves in the night's wild spiral.
But this wasn't just any ringtone.
It was a distinct, chiming melody, one both Kafka and his mother recognized instantly, and it made both of them jerk towards the phone.
Why?...Well, that was because it was Olivia's ringtone—Kafka's second mother and for some reason or another, whether it was instinct or not, Abigaille felt something really wrong, almost as if the reason Olivia was calling was because something had gone wrong...