God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 873

Chapter 873: Let Me Carry Your Burden
Seraphina, still getting railed into oblivion, managed to lift her head, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and pride.

“You…You practiced?! Lyra, you—fine! I’m proud of you, little sister! Go for it!”

Lyra’s face lit up, a bizarre blend of determination and panic.

“Okay! What should I do, big sis?! What do I do?!”

Seraphina, gasping between moans, pointed weakly.

“Just…spread your legs! Hold out your pussy for him! He’ll come for you!”

Lyra didn’t hesitate. She scrambled onto the bed next to Seraphina, spreading her legs wide, her hands trembling as she presented herself.

“Come on, you big beast!” She taunted, her voice shaking but defiant. “Don’t just take my sister—come at me too!”

The bait worked instantly.

Kafka’s head snapped toward Lyra, his eyes gleaming with feral hunger.

With a snarl, he pulled out of Seraphina—making her collapse with a whimper—and slammed into Lyra, not even pausing to consider she was a virgin.

Lyra’s scream was ear-splitting.

“OH GOD! HE’S GONNA TEAR ME APART! TEAR ME—HE’S GONNA DESTROY ME AND MAKE MY WHOLE GO LOOSE!”

Her tiny frame shook as Kafka’s massive cock stretched her cunt beyond reason, her hands clawing at the sheets, her eyes wide with terror and overwhelming sensation.

“IT’S TOO BIG! IT’S—AAAHHH—IT’S GONNA DESTROY MY PUSSY! AHHH!♡~ AHHHHH!♡~ HAUGHHHHHH!♡~”

And the sight of Lyra getting absolutely demolished beneath Kafka’s monstrous cock was too much for Seraphina’s sisterly love—and her competitive, loyal heart.

The way Lyra gripped the sheets, her head thrown back, mouth open in wild pleasure and shock, only fueled the heat already boiling inside Seraphina’s body.

She didn’t hesitate.

With one hand, she reached down, spreading her own soaked pussy wide—so wide her inner lips glistened in the candlelight, still twitching from their last pounding.

Her voice, ragged and needy, cut through the cacophony of moans and bed-creaks:

“M-Master, come here!♡~ Master, please, come here!♡~ Don’t…Don’t ruin my sweet Lyra! She’s done her duty—now take this, this delicious pussy of mine!♡~ You know you want it. You always want it!♡~”

She moaned, fingers pulling herself open with obscene wetness.

“Look at it! Look at me, Master!♡~ You know I can take it! Fill me, please, gods, just destroy me!♡~”

Kafka, driven by equal parts animalistic lust and the irresistible call of Seraphina’s open invitation, let out a hoarse growl.

Without a word, he wrenched himself away from Lyra—making her whimper at the loss and the abrupt emptiness—and dove at Seraphina, like a starving wolf at the last lamb in the fold.

The moment he plunged into her, Seraphina’s entire body seized, a cry bursting from her lips so loud the windows rattled:

“AAAAAAHHHH—FUCK! FUCK, YES—oh, gods, it’s so good! So fucking big—so deep—oh, you’re destroying me, Master, you’re destroying me!♡~”

Her thighs trembled, her hips bucked up to meet every brutal thrust.

Her hair fanned across the pillow, breath coming in desperate, shaky gasps as Kafka rammed into her over and over, every inch of his beastly cock stretching her more than she thought possible.

“Ahhh!♡~ Yes, Master!♡~ Fuck me!♡~ Fuck me hard and give me previous children!♡~ Hmmmm!♡~”

But Lyra, even winded and red-faced, refused to be left out—or let Seraphina shoulder the “burden” alone.

She sat up, glaring at Seraphina, and spread her legs again, shamelessly displaying her own flushed, soaking entrance. Her voice shook but she forced it steady, loud enough to grab Kafka’s attention:

“No! Kafka, don’t listen to her! Look here! Look here—this is the pussy you want. Take this instead. Come on, fill me again, you big beast!”

Kafka’s head whipped between them like he couldn’t decide which treat to devour first.

He paused, torn, still buried in Seraphina.

Seraphina, panting, lifted herself onto her elbows, shooting Lyra a hot glare.

“Lyra, for the love of all that’s holy, stay back! I’m doing this for you. You’ve done enough—let me take care of Master. You don’t need to get split open again!”

Lyra, flushed and defiant, threw the words right back.

“No, big sis! Don’t be crazy. I am doing this for you! I volunteered, remember? You’re the one who needs a break—just let me handle him!”

“A break?” Seraphina scoffed, still gasping with every deep thrust. “Please. I’m the older sister here. If anyone’s getting filled to the brim, it’s me!”

Lyra, arching her back and wiggling her hips enticingly, countered saying,

“I’ve heard your bedtime stories from the others. But let’s see if you can handle him as well as you brag about! I can take him—watch me!”

“Stay out of this, Lyra!”

“You’re the one who should stay out, big sis!”

“You’re still too new—”

“And you’re too proud—”

The bickering grew faster, more heated, each line punctuated by Kafka’s impatient grunts as he pulled back from one, then the other, cock bobbing between their spread legs like a pendulum of doom

“Let me do this for you!”

“No, let me do this for you!”

Their words tumbled over each other, fierce and frantic, both refusing to back down, both bodies gleaming with sweat and arousal, both desperate to protect the other from Kafka’s relentless, spell-amped lust.

And Kafka, overwhelmed by their voices, finally let out a frustrated groan.

He grabbed both of them—one hand on each waist—and with a show of raw strength, maneuvered them side by side, pressing their bodies together with their chests and pussies touching, spreading their legs even wider.

He positioned himself between them—and without warning, slammed his cock into first hole—then the other, rutting into each in turn with a relentless, rolling motion.

“Ah—Ah—FUCK, MASTER!♡~” Seraphina cried, her hand searching for Lyra’s and squeezing tight, her face twisted with delirious pleasure. “Oh—gods—gods, you’re so—so—BIG!♡~”

“NNGH—yes! YES—more, harder—ohh, big sis, h-hold my hand!♡~ He’s going to split us both!♡~”

Lyra moaned, her eyes fluttering, lips parted in a breathless laugh as her hips bucked up to meet Kafka’s savage pace.

“Why are you always like this?!” Seraphina gasped, teeth gritted, still trying to outlast Lyra. “Always trying to outdo me—”

“Because I love you, idiot!” Lyra fired right back, breathless but grinning. “And you’re not taking all the glory this time!”

Kafka, now fully in his element, ravaged both women, pounding into one until she screamed, then sliding into the other, his cock slick and impossibly hard.

Their cries blended—pleasure, pain, laughter, challenge, adoration—a orchestra of moans and declarations:

“I can take it!♡~ I can take it, gods—yes!”

“More, Master, more—destroy me!♡~”

“Lyra, squeeze my hand!♡~ Don’t let go!♡~”

“Big sis, don’t you dare pass out before me!♡~”

The others watched, mouths hanging, eyes wide—some scandalized, some cheering quietly—all completely spellbound by the spectacle.

And then, all at once, Kafka felt the dam break.

He gripped Seraphina’s hips, pulling her flush against him, burying himself to the hilt as his voice deepened to a feral groan.

Seraphina’s eyes widened, her mouth falling open in wordless anticipation as she felt him swell even larger inside her.

“Oh—oh gods—yes—yes!♡~ Master, I-I—Ahh, I’m coming!♡~ I’m coming!♡~ I’m—haaahh—coming, I’m coming!♡~”

Her words rose and broke like waves, her back arching, thighs shaking as Kafka came with a throaty, “Nnnhhh—Seraphina!!!”

“Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~”

The semen pouring into her was overwhelming, hot and thick and endless—she could feel it pouring into her, spreading warmth deep inside, so much, so fast, that the fullness made her moan all over again.

“Oh gods, there’s so much—so much—so much!♡~”

And as Kafka gasped for breath, hips still twitching, the seed refused to stop.

The pressure was too much—his cock twitched and pulsed, spilling even more inside her, until it finally overflowed, slick and messy, spilling from Seraphina’s stuffed pussy as she writhed in pleasure.

“Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~”

But then Kafka, caught in the throes of his own unending climax, barely paused—he slid free of Seraphina, a thick rush of cum following, and immediately plunged himself into Lyra’s already waiting, eager entrance.

Lyra, feeling the heat and wetness smear against her thighs, looked up, smiling through her haze.

“Oh yes!♡~ Oh please, Kafka!♡~ Please, I want it too, give it to me, fill me, fill me!♡~”

Kafka obliged, slamming into her with desperate need, and with a shudder that seemed to shake his whole frame, he came again, this time even harder.

“Lyra—Lyra!” His groans thundered, and she felt the first thick gush deep inside, her walls clenching around him as her own climax washed over her.

“Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~”

“I’m coming! I’m coming! Ahh!♡~ Kafka, I’m—so full! I’m coming!♡~ I’m going to be pregnant with your child!♡~”

Lyra cried, voice rising and trembling, her hips moving up to meet every shuddering thrust as the heat inside her grew and grew, spreading out in a bloom of ecstatic pleasure.

So much of his seed spilled out of her, it overflowed, oozing down her thighs, mixing with Seraphina’s own mess.

Seraphina, still dazed, crawled over and wrapped Lyra in her arms, both of them gasping and giggling, their bodies pressed together, the sticky warmth pooling beneath them.

“Look at us…” Seraphina whispered, grinning, stroking Lyra’s hair. “We’re both so…so full, I feel like I’m going to burst…”

“You too?” Lyra laughed, snuggling closer. “I guess it makes sense. I-It’s everywhere—it’s so warm—I never imagined…I’m so happy…we’re both going to be mother’s right now.”

“From women who held nothing but guns and knifes in our hands…to…to mothers who are going to be holding our babies in those very same hand…”

Seraphina said weakly as she teared up thinking about the future.

“…I-I really am so happy.”