God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 876

Chapter 876: You’re Killing Me!
Kafka throat fucked Nina all the way until his hips jerked forward one final time, his cock buried deep in Nina’s throat as he let out his seed.

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

His release was violent, thick—strings of cum pumping into her mouth, filling it to the brim.

Nina’s eyes watered, her throat working desperately to swallow, but there was too much.

His cum spilled past her lips, dripping down her chin, coating her verdant chest in sticky, white streaks.

“Cough! Ah! Cough! Ahhh! Cough! Spurt!”

She gagged, her fingers clawing at him, but he held her there, forcing her to take every last drop before finally pulling out with a wet pop.

A final spurt of cum splattered across her face, her collarbone, her breasts marking her before Nina collapsed back onto the floor, panting, her chest heaving as she wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand.

“F-Fuck…” She gasped, her voice raw. “H-How the hell is there so much—?”

But Kafka wasn’t done.

His gaze locked onto Camila, still trembling, still trying to crawl away, her body slick with sweat and cum.

Her ass was in the air, her pussy glistening, begging for him in doggy style and the sight of her like this—exhausted, exposed, vulnerable—sent a fresh surge of hunger through him.

Before she could even whimper, his hands were on her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

“N-No—! Kafka, please!” Camila begged, her voice breaking as she tried to scramble forward. “G-Give me some rest… I c-can’t—! I can’t handle it!”

But he didn’t listen.

With a snarl, he slammed his cock into her from behind, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

“AAAAH! FUCK!” Camila screamed, her back arching, her fingers clawing at the sheets. “P-PLEASE! NO, Kafka! I-I need—! Nngh—! I NEED A BREAK—!”

But Kafka didn’t care.

His hips snap forward, his cock pounding into her with relentless force. Each thrust drove her further into the floor, her ass jiggling with the impact, her pussy stretching obscenely around his girth.

“I-IT’S TOO MUCH—! She sobbed, her voice cracking. “Y-You fucker!♡~ Oh god! It’s—it’s so hard—! It’s sick—! It’s—AH!—TOO FUCKING BIG!♡~”

But even as she begged, her body betrayed her.

Her walls clenched around him, her moans turning from protests to something darker—something needier.

“N-No—! I-I hate this! She whimpered, but her hips rocked back against him, her traitorous body craving the abuse. “BUT W-What the hell—? Oh god—! Why does it—why does it feel so good!♡~”

And then something unbelievable happened.

Out of nowhere, Kafka seemed to have regained some level of control over himself and started to speak.

“Y-You like it, Camila!” He rasped, his voice rough with lust. “You love it, don’t you? Taking my cock like a good little slut—?”

“N-No—! Camila moaned, but her voice lacked conviction. “I-I don’t—! Ah! FUCK ! It’s—it’s too much—! I-I can’t!♡~”

But her body told a different story.

Her pussy was dripping, her thighs trembling, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

“O-Oh god—! she cried as he slammed into her again, his balls slapping against her clit. “Y-You monster!♡~ How the hell!♡~ How is this—how is this so fucking good!♡~”

Kafka didn’t answer.

He just fucked her harder.

His cock pistoned in and out of her, stretching her, ruining her, his thrusts so deep she could feel him in her stomach.

“Y-You’re gonna take it, he growled, his voice a dark promise. “Every. Last. Inch—.”

“I-I can’t! Camila wailed, but her body was already trembling, her orgasm building despite her protests. “P-Please, Kafka I-I can’t—! It’s—it’s too much!♡~ I’m gonna break!♡~ I’m going to break!!!”

But Kafka didn’t stop.

He couldn’t stop.

His cock swelled inside her, his release building, his grip on her hips tightening as he pounded into her with wild abandon.

“T-Take it!” He snarled. “Take my cum deep inside of you!”

And then—

“AAAAH!♡~ I’M—!”

Camila’s back arched, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clenching around his cock like a vice.

“N-NO—! She screamed, but it was too late. “I-I’M COMING—! OH FUCK—! OH FUCK—!”

Kafka groaned, his own release exploding inside her.

“Slosh!♡~ Splish!♡~ Glug!♡~ Squelch!♡~”

His cum pumped into her, filling her, owning her.

“M-Mine…” He growled, his voice raw as he buried himself to the hilt, his cock twitching as he emptied himself inside her.

Camila on the other hand collapsed onto the floor, her body trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“I’m so full…so full of your seed. Y-You turned me into a mother once again, you naughty boy.” She whimpered with a smile on her face.

She was his and she knew definitely that with all of his seed pouring out of her hole right now and pooling onto the floor.

But he wasn’t stopping here

Nina was still on the floor, knees scraped from scrambling backward, when she saw Kafka’s lips move.

“…Nina…”

Her heart leapt. He had called out her name.

And she thought that this was good news for her.

“K-Kafka! Y-You’re back! Oh thank the gods, you’re finally back!”

She scrambled upright, hands fluttering like she wanted to hug him but didn’t dare.

“You were acting like a wild animal a second ago! I swear, for a heartbeat I thought I was next in line to be ravaged just like the others—”

She never finished the sentence.

Kafka’s eyes, still glowing with that feral haze, snapped to her.

A single, hungry snarl rumbled in his chest.

And then in one impossible motion he lunged.

“Hey—HEY! What are you—KAFKA!”

His hands clamped around her waist like steel bands before he say himself with his legs crossed in lotus position.

And then with a grunt he lifted her clean off the floor, spun her mid-air, and dropped her straight onto his lap—impaling her in one brutal, merciless thrust.

“AAAAAHHH!♡~”

Nina’s scream tore through the room, high and sharp enough to crack glass.

Her back arched violently, eyes blown wide, mouth frozen in a perfect O of shock as every inch of that monstrous, vein-ridged cock speared into her.

“S-STOP! STOP! T-THIS IS TOO MUCH!”

She clawed at his shoulders, legs kicking uselessly in the air. ”

Kafka, you’re free already—SLOW DOWN!”

But he didn’t.

He couldn’t.

His hips snapped upward like pistons, lifting her entire body with every thrust—then slamming her back down onto his shaft with a wet, filthy schlk-schlk-schlk.

“TOO—DEEP!” Nina shrieked, voice cracking. “You’re—NGHH—you’re screeching places I didn’t know existed! I can feel you in my spine—STOP!”

Kafka’s only answer was a low growl:

“Take it…Take it deep…Bear my children, Nina.”

He gripped her hips tighter, fingers bruising, and bounced her like a ragdoll.

Up—SLAM.

Up—SLAM.

Up—SLAM.

“KAFKA! PLEASE!”

Her pleas dissolved into frantic, broken babble.

“You’re splitting me—oh gods—you’re rearranging my organs—I can’t—I CAN’T BREATHE!”

Each thrust punched the air from her lungs.

Her breasts bounced wildly, nipples scraping against his sweat-slick chest.

Her pussy clenched around him in helpless spasms, stretched so wide it burned, yet slick enough to take every punishing inch.

“Take her…all the way…”

Kafka snarled again, teeth grazing her throat, making it quite obvious that even though he was speaking—he wasn’t fully in control yet.

His cock swelled inside her, impossibly thicker, the head kissing her cervix with every brutal stroke.

“NO—NO—I’M GONNA BREAK!” Nina wailed, tears streaming. “You’re ruining me!♡~ Ruining my pussy!♡~ I’ll never walk straight again!♡~ AHHH!”

But her body betrayed her.

Her hips started rolling on instinct, chasing the stretch, the burn, the fullness.

Her nails raked down his back as she sobbed.

“Fuck—fuck—fuck—why does it feel so good!♡~ STOP MAKING ME LIKE THIS!♡~”

But hearing this only made Kafka’s movement turned savage.

He lifted her higher, slammed her down harder, the wet slap-slap-slap of skin on skin echoing like gunshots.

“Gonna—gonna—” Nina’s voice cracked into a scream. “GONNA CUM—NO—DON’T YOU DARE—”

Too late.

Kafka buried himself to the hilt with a roar, cock pulsing, throbbing, flooding her.

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

Hot, thick loads of cum pumped into her, so much it overflowed, dripping down her thighs in sticky rivulets.

“TOO MUCH!♡~ TOO MUCH CUM!♡~ IT’S LEAKING!♡~.IT’S EVERYWHERE!♡~”

Nina’s whole body convulsed, pussy milking him in frantic spasms as she came hard, a broken wail tearing from her throat.

“I’M—NGHH—I’M DYING!♡~ Y-YOU’RE KILLING ME YOU BASTARD! Y-YOU’RE KILLING ME WITH YOUR DICK!♡~”

But even then, Kafka didn’t stop.

He lifted her again, slammed her down again, riding out his orgasm with short, brutal thrusts that made her sob and squirt around him.

When he finally stilled, Nina slumped against his chest, limp, trembling, utterly wrecked.

Cum leaked from her swollen, gaping pussy in a slow, obscene trickle.

And even after flooding Nina’s womb until she was a trembling, cum-dripping mess, Kafka’s monstrous cock stayed rock-hard, glistening with a thick, sloppy mix of everyone’s juices.