God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 872

Chapter 872: I Will Protect You All!
Meanwhile, back in the bedroom, Kafka’s body was changing.

Whatever Vanitas had done had begun to surge through his veins like molten fire. You could see it happening.

The thick blue veins beneath his skin stood out darker, sharper, coursing like lightning across his biceps, snaking up his neck, pulsing visibly as though something inhuman were pushing its way up through his skin.

His breath came in ragged gasps, chest heaving so hard his ribs showed through his sweat-slicked skin, and his muscles flexed again and again, tensing until they looked too big for his frame.

His fingers twitched, curled like claws.

And worst of all was his gaze. Wide-eyed, feral, glittering—he stared across the room at them, not like a man, but like a beast assessing its prey.

All of them—Camila, Nina, Bella, Lyra, June, Abigaille, Olivia, Seraphina—clustered together on one end of the room, their backs practically pressed to the wall.

Fear had swallowed the air like a choking perfume. They were wives, lovers, companions—but right now, they looked like little lambs staring down the lion that had finally decided to pounce.

Bella clutched Lyra’s arm, voice cracking as she whispered.

“Oh my god…oh my god, he looks so scary. He looks so scary. What are we going to do? He’s absolutely going to ravage us!”

Lyra held onto Bella’s hand, her own face pale.

“I-I don’t even know why I’m here! I don’t even like Kafka that way, but why am I also put into this mess?” She whispered, staring wide-eyed at the beast before them.

Hearing the mounting fear, Nina attempted a brave facade.

“You guys, it can’t be that bad, right? It’s still Kafka at the end of the day. It’s not that scary.”

But Camila scoffed instantly.

“Not that bad?! When has Kafka looked like this, like a monster ready to ravage us.’ If you think it’s so wrong to be scared, why don’t you go ahead and take him on all your own, Nina?”

Nina immediately pulled back, horrified.

“As if! I don’t want to die! There’s no way I’m going alone!”

Her surrender only made the situation feel more dire.

Seeing their collective fear, Abigaille, who was nearest took a hesitant step forward, speaking in a soothing voice.

“Kafka, I’m right here. You don’t need to do anything. Just stay calm.”

Then, it happened.

Boom!

His muscles tensed so much that his clothing hilariously burst away from his body, falling to the floor in shreds and he stood completely naked.

But that wasn’t what made them gasp.

It was his cock that shocked them.

It was already rock-hard, monstrous, as thick as a wrist and longer than anything human. It stood upright like a war banner, twitching with barely-restrained hunger, so veiny and massive it looked like it had been sculpted by something cruel and unrelenting.

And worse—it looked bigger. Enhanced. Not just arousal. Like it had been forged for destruction.

“What the hell is that!? What the hell is that?!” June screamed, actually screamed.

Her hands were on her cheeks, trembling.

“I’ve never seen him like this before! Why does it look like it’s been on steroids!? Did he buy one of those shady drugs on those porn sites or something?!”

“There’s no way I can take that inside me.” She backed up into Camila. “That would destroy someone’s body—I’m disabled! I just got my legs working again and if that thing goes inside me they’ll stop working again!”

Even Seraphina, staring wide-eyed, couldn’t look away. Her breath caught.

“I had always suspected Master carried a hidden sword.” She murmured, cheeks reddening as her voice dropped to an almost whisper. “But this…he’s had a blade in him this entire time.”

June rounded on her.

“Be quiet, Seraphina! This isn’t the time to be admiring him! This is a time to hide!”

But Olivia—sweet, trembling Olivia—was already backed against the wall, her hands clutching the handle of the locked door behind her.

“There’s nowhere to hide.” She whispered, looking around in horror. “Vanitas locked us in. There’s nowhere to go. What should we do? What should we—he’s going to pounce. Oh god, he’s about to pounce!”

And he was. Every bit of Kafka’s body was coiled, like a lion preparing to spring, his eyes moving slowly across their terrified faces, lips parted just slightly to taste their scent.

There was no more rationality there. No husband. No lover. No son.

Only desire. Raw, unchained, volcanic.

But then—out of nowhere—she stepped forward.

Seraphina. Wearing nothing but delicate blue lingerie that hugged her curves like silk to flame.

Her hair came apart as she placed herself between the others and the beast that was once their beloved.

She held her head high.

“As the unofficial maid of this household…” She declared, voice steady, clear. “…and the sworn attendant of every lady here—it is my duty to protect you all.”

“Even if it means offering myself to Master…Even if I must bear the danger alone.”

“No!” June cried, reaching after her. “He’ll ravage you! He’ll devour you—he’ll chew you up and not leave a bone! You won’t survive him like this!”

But Seraphina only turned, smiling with a calmness that made them all pause.

“It’s alright. I’ve been training for this. My entire life has been for this very moment. I know how to handle him. I can take it. Stay back.”

She approached slowly and Kafka’s eyes locked on her. But he didn’t lunge, not yet. He let her come to him.

And then, without warning—he moved.

He grabbed her. Fast. Inhuman. His hand slammed around her waist and spun her into the bed behind him. She let out a breathless cry—but she didn’t fight.

And he didn’t waste time.

With a snarl that sounded like it came from somewhere deeper than his throat, he shoved his hips forward and plunged himself inside her, all at once, to the hilt.

“A-Aahhh! HaaaAAHHHH!”

Seraphina’s entire body arched off the bed, fingers clenching the sheets as her eyes rolled back.

“M-Master!♡~ No—nnghh! I-It’s too big! Haaah! Your cock is too big—i-it’s completely stuffing me!♡~”

He didn’t stop.

“Ah—AHHHHH—please, p-please s-slow down, it’s—f-fuck, nghh, gods—it’s splitting me open!♡~”

But the sound of her moans was soaked in heat. Her thighs trembled. Her hips bucked back against him on instinct. She gripped the edge of the mattress, mouth open in helpless pleasure.

“O-Ooohh my Master…Ahh! Y-You’re too much, it’s—it’s too much, I c-can’t!♡~”

Kafka growled again, rutting into her harder, faster, filling her with thrust after thrust so powerful the bed creaked under them. His cock drove deeper, stretching her soft pussy and the walls around it, pulling moan after moan from her throat.

“AH! AH! AHNNH—hnnnghh—So full!♡~S-So full I can’t even think—!”

Outside the bed, the others watched in stunned, shivering silence.

Bella’s eyes were wide. “Oh my god. He’s…He’s breaking her. He’s absolutely breaking her.”

“She’s not…she’s not even resisting…” Olivia could barely breathe.

June whispered. “I told her…I told her it would be too much…that thing—it’s not human. No one can take that.”

And still Kafka fucked Seraphina into the mattress.

Again! Again! And again!

But things took a shocking turn for the worse.

Seraphina, despite her bravado, suddenly faltered.

Her moans turned desperate, her body trembling as she clutched the sheets. She turned her head toward the others, her voice breaking between gasps.

“M-My ladies…I can’t! I can’t anymore! He’s too much of a beast! Even though I’ve prepared for this, I can’t handle it all! I need help! I need backup, any support—please!”

Kafka’s mouth latched onto her breast, sucking hard, his teeth grazing her nipple as he pulled it into his mouth, making her cry out louder.

“Nnghh! I’m ashamed to ask this, but any help would be helpful right now!”

The women froze, their fear clashing with their love to Seraphina.

But then all of sudden Lyra, of all people, pushed forward, her face pale but determined.

“Big sis! Big sis! I’ll help you!” She scrambled to the bed, her voice frantic. “What should I do?! What should I do to help you?!”

Seraphina, still being pounded into the mattress, tried to push her away with one trembling hand.

“Not you! Not you! You’re still a virgin, Lyra! You can’t help me! He’ll kill you with that massive cock! Run away! Go!”

But Lyra shook her head, brushing Seraphina’s hand off with a stubborn resolve.

“It’s fine! I want to help you! I’m willing to do anything! And…And honestly…”

Her cheeks flushed, and she lowered her voice, almost embarrassed.

“I’ve been thinking about something like this happening. I mean, I haven’t said it out loud, but…I’ve been considering a future with Kafka. I’ve also heard all the stories about that…” She gestured wildly at his monstrous cock. “…and I’ve been…practicing. By myself. Touching myself, imagining what it’d be like.”

“So it’s fine! I want to help! I-I want Kafka to fuck me senseless!”