God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 878

Chapter 878: Knock Us Up!
Abigaille yelped when she heard his words, blushing, her hands tightening around his shaft.

“W-Wait—Kafi—!”

Olivia, trembling nearby, clutched her arms around herself, her voice quivering with confusion.

“But, but, Kafi, aren’t you supposed to not act like an animal anymore? You’re back to normal, right?”

Kafka’s lips curled into a knowing smile, his eyes glinting with a primal hunger that hadn’t fully faded.

“Oh, you’re most certainly right, Mom. I’m in control now. I’m me again.”

His voice was low, dripping with confidence, but a faint blush crept up his neck.

“But that doesn’t mean I’ve lost the urge to impregnate every single women in this room.”

His gaze locked onto Olivia, then flicked to Abigaille, making them both flush deeper.

“That includes you two. I want to fill these pussies up with my seed, put my babies inside you and make you carry my children for nine months, before pushing them out into the world.”

“I don’t know if it’s the after-effects of Mom’s spell or if it’s just me—my real, raw desire—but that’s what I want. And there’s no way I’m letting you get away without making it happen.”

Abigaille’s hands trembled on his cock, her blush spreading to her ears, while Olivia’s eyes widened, her lips parting in a soft gasp, her face a furnace of embarrassment and something else—something eager.

Before either could respond, Abigaille’s voice broke through, soft but resolute.

“I-I meanz It’s not like I’m against it, Kafi.” She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with a quiet, burning want. “It’s…It’s the biggest wish in the world for me. S-So I’m happily ready to accept your seed.”

Olivia, catching the spark, chimed in, her voice gaining strength despite her nerves.

“Me too! Me too, Kafi! I was only scared before because you were so…aggressive, so merciless. But now that you’re back, Kafka, I want it too. I want your seed inside me. I want to carry your children, to feel you fill me up completely.”

Her eyes gleamed with a lustful, loving intensity, her hands fidgeting as she stepped closer.

Kafka let out a deep, rumbling chuckle, his hands sliding down to squeeze both their asses firmly, making them squeak in unison.

“What a sight.” He said, his voice thick with amusement and desire. “Both my beautiful mothers begging me to fill them up, to put my kids inside them. This isn’t something any man gets to experience—but I’m one lucky bastard, aren’t I? I’m special enough to have this.”

His fingers dug into their soft flesh, pulling them closer.

“And since you want it so bad, you’d better serve me first. My cock’s a mess—covered in everyone else’s juices. It needs to be clean before I can impregnate you thoroughly.”

With a gentle but commanding push, he guided them down until they were on their knees, staring up at his massive, cum-slicked cock, throbbing and glistening with the combined fluids of Seraphina, Lyra, Nina, and the others.

The sight made their breaths hitch, their eyes wide with awe and anticipation.

“Suck it.” Kafka ordered, his voice low and authoritative. “Both of you. I want you to clean my cock, every inch, until it’s ready for your pussies.”

Abigaille was the first to move, her lips parting as she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick along the shaft.

“Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~”

“Mmm…oh, Kafi, it’s so good!” She moaned, her voice thick with arousal. “It tastes…different from last night. So tasty!”

Olivia joined in, her tongue swirling around the tip, lapping up the mixed fluids with a soft hum.

“Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~”

“You’re right…it’s sweeter than usual. So delicious.” She glanced up at him, her eyes half-lidded. “Is it because you’ve been inside everyone else? All their juices mixed in with yours?”

Kafka grinned, his hand resting on the back of Olivia’s head as he guided her.

“Exactly. My cock’s been marinated in Camila, Nina, June—all of them. It’s got a special flavor now, doesn’t it? Keep going, both of you. I want it spotless.”

They obeyed, working in perfect sync.

“Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~”

Abigaille took him deep, her throat relaxing as she deep-throated him, her lips stretched wide around his girth, gagging softly but not stopping.

“Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~”

Olivia focused on his balls, sucking them gently, her tongue swirling over the sensitive skin before moving up to lick the shaft while Abigaille bobbed on the tip.

They traded places seamlessly—Olivia swallowing him down until her nose pressed against his pelvis, Abigaille licking and sucking the base, their tongues occasionally brushing against each other in the process.

“Oh, fuck.” Kafka groaned, his head tilting back as his fingers tangled in their hair. “That’s it…just like that. Clean every drop. You’re doing so good.”

Abigaille pulled back with a wet pop, gasping for air before diving back in, her tongue tracing every vein.

“It’s so thick…I can taste everyone on you…it’s driving me crazy.” She murmured, her voice muffled as she sucked.

Olivia, taking her turn to deep-throat, moaned around him, the vibrations sending a shudder through Kafka’s body.

“Mmm…I want it clean for us…so you can fill us up…”

They kept at it, relentless, their mouths working in tandem—Abigaille licking the tip while Olivia sucked his balls, then switching, Olivia deep-throating while Abigaille ran her tongue along the shaft.

The room filled with wet, obscene sounds, their moans and his groans blending into lust-filled music.

But then, finally, Kafka’s hips twitched, his breath hitching.

“Fuck, Mom—stop, stop!” He barked, pulling them off with a gentle but firm tug on their hair. “Anymore and I’ll cum, and I can’t have that. I need to save it for your pussies.”

Abigaille and Olivia panted, lips swollen and glistening, their faces flushed with arousal.

“Yes, Kafi♡~” Abigaille purred, licking her lips. “We’re ready♡~ Your Mommy is ready for her son’s seed♡~”

“Me too, Kafi!♡~” Olivia panted. “Fill your mother’s pussy up!♡~”

“Then get on the bed you two.” Kafka commanded, his voice thick with need. “I want you on top of each other—pussies touching. It’s the perfect position to take both of you at once.”

Their eyes lit up, excitement overtaking their earlier nerves.

Abigaille scrambled onto the bed first, lying back and spreading her legs wide, her pussy already slick and glistening.

“Like this?” She asked, her voice breathy as she parted her folds with her fingers.

Olivia climbed on top, mirroring her position, lying over Abigaille so their breasts pressed together, nipples brushing against each other.

She then stuck her ass out, her pussy hovering just above Abigaille’s, the two of them perfectly aligned.

“Is this good, Kafi?” She asked, glancing back at him nervously, her cheeks flushed.

Kafka watching this, gripped his throbbing cock, still slick and glistening from the earlier frenzy, his eyes raking over the sight before him—Abigaille and Olivia stacked on the bed, their pussies pressed together, breasts squished, legs spread wide in eager invitation.

He tilted his head, a sly grin curling his lips as he gave his shaft a slow stroke.

“Damn, this thing’s harder than usual.” He said, his voice low and rough. “And that’s why I think you two need to lube yourselves up better before I dive in.”

“So here’s what I want—rub those pussies together. Use each other’s cum to slick things up. Make it nice and wet for me.”

Abigaille and Olivia didn’t hesitate.

Their eyes locked, sparkling with excitement, and they immediately started moving.

Abigaille’s hips rolled upward, grinding her soaked pussy against Olivia’s, their slick folds sliding together with a wet, obscene squelch.

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

Olivia whimpered, her body trembling as she pushed back, her own juices mingling with Abigaille’s.

“Ohhh…Abi…nnghh…you’re so wet…” Olivia moaned, her voice breathy as she rocked harder, her squirt dripping into Abigaille’s folds.

“Mmm…Olivia, darling…your cum’s getting all over me…” Abigaille gasped, her hips bucking to meet Olivia’s, their pussies grinding in a messy, slippery rhythm.

Kafka watched, his cock twitching in his hand, his grin widening.

“That’s it…just like that…keep going…” He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a growl. “Now push those pussies up apart a little. I wanna see.”

Immediately, Olivia and Abigaille separated slightly, each pushing her hips forward and upward.

Threads of glistening liquid stretched between their pussies—a thick, silver-white bridge of shared pleasure, a tangible connection of their arousal.

The sight of the combined, sticky wetness dripping from their swollen lips made Kafka’s already massive cock twitch.

“Oh, yeah.” He drawled, his voice thick with lust. “That’s so fucking hot. That’s enough. Look at all that filth, all that glisten. You’re more then ready.”

He took a step, positioning himself over the two women who were now pressed close together, side by side. He held his enormous cock, slick and pulsating, and pressed the helmet-like tip against the outermost folds of Abigail’s already gaping hole.

He rubbed the head back and forth on her swollen, sensitive lips, eliciting a sharp, choked whimper from her.

“I’m gonna fill you up, Mom.” He said, voice dripping with filthy affection. “Even though I’m supposed to be your son—your baby boy—I’m gonna pump you full of seed and put my child inside you.”

Abigaille’s eyes glazed with love and lust.

“Yes, Kafi!♡~ My dear, sweet boy! Ever since I fell for you, knowing you were my son, I’ve been waiting for this!♡~ Waiting for you to breed me. I want your baby in my womb!♡~”

Kafka’s grin turned sultry. He glanced up at Olivia, still hovering above.

“And you, Mom? You want the same knowing we shouldn’t be doing this?”

Olivia looked back over her shoulder, cheeks flushed, voice trembling but sure.

“I-I don’t care, Kafi. As long as your baby’s growing inside me, I’ll be happy. That’s all I want in the world.”

Kafka chuckled, low and filthy.

“Glad I’ve got such good mothers. Such obedient mothers who beg for their son’s seed.”

He gave Abigaille’s clit a teasing slap with his cockhead.

“Lucky for you, your son also wants to impregnate you both. So…”

“…take it good and deep.”

With that, he slammed into Abigaille—one brutal thrust, balls-deep.

“AHHH—KAFI!♡~” She screamed, back arching. “I-It’s so thick!♡~ So big!♡~ Oh my god, I didn’t think it’d be this huge—nnghh—you’re stretching me—!”

Olivia opened her mouth to speak—but Kafka yanked out and slammed into her instead, cutting her off with a squeal.

“K-KAFI—NO!” Olivia wailed, eyes rolling. “Your cock’s inside me—so thick—so deep—I thought you’d finish with her first!♡~”

“No need for that, Mom. I can fuck you both at the same time…This position? It’s perfect for double breeding.”

He then pulled out of Olivia with a wet, shocking pop and immediately drove back into Abigaille, burying the enormous head deep.

“One for my sweet Abi…”

He pulled out of Abigaille and then pushed his cock into Olivia.

“One for my sweet Olive…”

One thrust for Abigaille.

“Oh, Kafi!♡~”

One thrust for Olivia.

“Oh, baby!♡~”

One thrust for Abigaille.

“Oh, your so thick, baby boy!♡~ Your cock’s so thick in your Mommy’s pussy!♡~”

One thrust for Olivia.

“Yes, Kafi!♡~ Yes!♡~ Fuck your mother’s pussy and full her up with your seed!♡~”

And just like that he continued to fuck both of them at the same time.

“Ohhh, the sheer size of you, Kafi!” Abigaille gasped, her hands digging into the sheets as his girth stretched her limits. “Fuck your greedy mother! Fill this hole until it can’t take any more! I need your seed deep inside me!♡~”

He tore out of her and slammed back into Olivia, eliciting a sound of pure ecstasy.

“Yes! Oh, Gods…breed me, Kafi!♡~ Pump your white stuff right into my womb!♡~”

Olivia whimpered, her hips pushing desperately upward to meet his brutal rhythm.

“I’m such a bad mom for wanting this…wanting my son’s enormous cock punishing my pussy!♡~”

Kafka chuckled, his hands bruising their flesh as he pounded them, his voice thick with a dark, primal heat.

“You are filthy, aren’t you, my glorious mothers? Begging for your son’s huge, wet cock, wanting me to knock you up with my heavy load. A mother and son shouldn’t be doing this—fucking like animals, rutting to make a litter, yet we are and that’s what it makes it so sinfully delicious!”

“Yes, Kafi!” Abigaille cried, her pussy milking him in frantic spasms as he thrust into her. “We’re filthy mothers! Use that huge cock to punish our disobedience! Breed us like the whores we are for you!”

“Ohhh, we’re dirty, naughty moms, baby boy!”

Olivia nodded frantically, her breasts shaking violently against Abigaille’s body with every thunderous stroke.

“Punish us, Kafka! Fill our pussies with your seed until it runs down our legs! I want to feel the life you’re making inside me!”

“Yeah, your right.” Kafka’s eyes gleamed with an immense, dark delight. “Such dirty mothers need to be punished—punished by their son’s cock, by getting impregnated.”

“You crave the seed, don’t you?…Crave for me to flood these twin-pussies with my cum until my babies are clinging to your walls?”

He pulled out and slammed back into Abigaille.

“YES, Kafi!♡~” Abigaille moaned, her voice breaking into a desperate whimper. “Impregnate me!♡~ Shove your essence all the way to my womb!♡~”

“I want your baby, my sweet, powerful boy! I want to carry your creation!♡~”

He switched to Olivia, plunging so deep her breath caught in her throat.

“YES! Breed me until I swell, Kafi!♡~ Pump me full of your sticky, powerful seed!♡~ I’m your dirty mom, and I want your baby so badly, I’ll take every inch, every drop!♡~”

Kafka’s thrusts grew harder, faster, his cock a slick, blurring hammer switching between their pussies with dizzying speed.

“Fuck, you’re both so wet…so tight around my thick rod…screaming for your son’s seed like this is turning me into an animal! I’m gonna fill you up, both of you—until you’re overflowing with my cum, until my babies are guaranteed to be growing in your lewd wombs.”

Abigaille’s eyes rolled back, her voice a desolate, pleasure-drenched whine.

“Do it now, Kafka! Breed your mom! Flood my hole! Make me a mommy again for your child, a slut for my son’s seed!♡~”

“Me too, Kafi! Knock me up! Knock your mother up!♡~”

Hearing them moaning his name, Kafka couldn’t hold back anymore—his hands gripping their hips, pulled them tighter to his body as he pounded into them both, his voice rough with spent lust and coming release.

“You’re gonna take every thick drop, both of you! I’m gonna flood these pussies, make sure my seed takes hold! You’re gonna be swollen and heavy with my kids, my filthy, perfect mothers!”

“Starting with you, Mom! Take your son’s seed all the way into your womb!”

With a final, shattering snarl, Kafka thrust deep, deep into Abigaille’s womb and held the position, his whole body tensing as his cock erupted—flooding Abigaille’s pussy with wave after wave of thick, hot ropes of cum.

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

“Take it! Take my seed! Drink it all!”

He roared, pulling out with a wet slap and instantly slamming into Olivia, filling her to the brim as well, his final, powerful torrent of semen gushing into her womb.

“Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~”

Abigaille and Olivia also screamed, their climaxes coming in unison—

“Ahhh!♡~ Yes, Kafi!♡~ I can feel your seed filling me up! Feeling me up all the way to the womb—!”

“My son’s seed! M-My baby’s semen if flowing through me! Ohhhh!♡~”

—their bodies trembling, pussies stuffed full of their son’s overwhelming, sticky load.

“Kafi…I-I love you so much…”

Abigaille whispered, as she was lost in the golden haze of her afterglow, tears streaking down her cheeks as she clung to Olivia, her body still trembling from the waves of pleasure he’d left rolling through her.

Her pussy pulsed and squeezed, milking out the last thick, hot drops of his seed, and she felt a rush of utter fulfillment, an all-encompassing sense of having been truly claimed, cherished, and made whole.

The warmth spreading deep within her wasn’t just Kafka’s essence—it was the certainty, the giddy, dazzling knowledge that tonight she had become a mother in every possible sense.

That her body now cradled the spark of a new life, his child, their child.

Beside her, Olivia lay boneless in his arms, hair tangled, body slack—but her smile was wide and serene, the sort of soft smile of someone whose deepest desires had been answered at last.

She ran her fingers down her womb, trailing over the sweat and the semen flowing beneath his skin.

“My baby boy…you filled me…you filled me up…t-thank you…thank you for granting me greatest desire.”

She whispered, voice low and loving, nuzzling Abigaille’s shoulder, her own belly tingling with a wild, maternal pride she had never known before.

She could already picture it: the curve of her stomach rounding with his child, the future sparkling ahead of her.