God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 551 Situation In The Celestial Realm

551 Situation In The Celestial Realm

Kafka didn't hesitate any longer. With a primal urgency, he positioned himself and jammed his cock into Bella's pussy, driving it all the way in with one forceful thrust.

"Ahhh!♡~ Daddy!♡~"

He began to fuck her with a rhythm that was both relentless and precise, each movement drawing out moans from Bella.

"Ooooh!♡~ Mmmmmm!♡~ Aaaah!♡~ Ughhhh!♡~ Nnnnn!"

"Fuck, Bella, your pussy is so tight." He growled, his voice laden with lust. "Just like your mother's, squeezing me like it doesn't want to let go." His words were taboo, designed to inflame, to push the boundaries of their shared debauchery even further.

"Aaaah!♡~ Ooooh!♡~ Mmmmm!♡~ Unghhh!♡~ Nnnmmm!"

Camila watched, initially with a hint of worry as she saw her daughter's body rocked by Kafka's thrusts. Bella's back arched, her moans filling the room, a mix of shock and pleasure.

But as Camila met Bella's eyes, she saw a look of pure ecstasy, the kind of pleasure that transcended the physical into something almost spiritual. The worry melted away, replaced by an understanding that Bella was not just enduring but reveling in the experience, her face a mask of lust and satisfaction.

"Mmmm!♡~ Aaaah!♡~ Feels good!♡~ Ooooh!♡~ Unghhh!♡~ Nnnmm!"

Kafka continued his verbal assault, his words a mix of praise and provocation. "You love this, don't you, Bella? Being fucked like this, right in front of your mother?" His pace didn't falter, each thrust deep and claiming, as if marking her from the inside out.

"Ohhh!♡~ Mmmh!♡~ Aaaah!♡~ Ughhh!♡~ Nnnmmm!♡~"

Bella, caught in the throes of pleasure, responded to Kafka's dirty talk with an abandon that matched his intensity. "Yes, Daddy!♡~" She moaned, her voice a mix of breathlessness and desire. "It feels so fucking good!~ Ahhh!♡~ I-It's also so thrilling, doing this with my mother watching!♡~"

Her words were a confession of her arousal, an acknowledgment of the perverse thrill of the situation.

Kafka's response was immediate, his voice a dark, possessive growl. "That's right, my little girl." He said, his thrusts becoming even more forceful, as if driven by her words and then with a surge of possessive desire, grabbed Bella's hands, pinning them above her head as he continued to thrust into her. "You're mine, aren't you, my dirty little daughter?" He said, his grip firm, his movements unyielding. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't think of anything else but Daddy's cock inside you."

Bella's moans were louder, her body arching under his control, her hands held captive by his. "Yes, Daddy, yes!♡~" She gasped, her voice a mixture of submission and lust. "I'm all yours, use me, fuck me like only you can!♡~"

"Aaaah!♡~ Ooooh!♡~ Mmmmm!♡~ Unghhh!♡~ Nnnmmm!"

His pace was relentless, each thrust punctuated by his dirty words. "Look at you, so eager to be fucked by Daddy, in front of your mother no less. Does it make you feel like the naughty girl you are?" He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "You love this, don't you? Being Daddy's little slut."

"Mmm!♡~ Ohhh!♡~ Aaaah!♡~ Uhhhh!♡~ Nnnn!'

Bella's response was a mix of moans and affirmations, her body trembling with the intensity of his words and actions. "I love it, Daddy, love being your slut!♡~ I want more, harder, make me feel it all!♡~" Her plea was desperate, her body moving in sync with his, seeking more of the pleasure he was giving her.

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"Mmmm!♡~ Aaaah!♡~ Ooooh!♡~ Unghhh!♡~ Nnnmm!"

"Take it all, Bella!" Kafka commanded, his voice thick with lust and the promise of possession. "Take my seed into your womb. Imagine us, mother and daughter, both with swollen bellies in the future, filled with my children!" His words were a mix of fantasy and command, pushing the boundaries of their taboo encounter.

And then with a final, deep thrust, he released, his climax overtaking him as he pumped his load into her, the warmth and volume of it filling her to the brim.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

As he pulled out, his cum began to pour out of Bella, a testament to the intensity of his release.

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

Bella gasped, her body shuddering with pleasure, her face buried into her mother's breasts for support, her moans muffled against Camila's skin.

Camila in response cradled her daughter in a tender, caring embrace, her hands gently caressing Bella's exhausted form. "You can rest now, sweetheart." She whispered soothingly, her voice a stark contrast to the earlier intensity. "I'll take rest of the torment for you."

Bella, still catching her breath and dazed from her own experience, didn't fully grasp her mother's words at first. But then she felt a rocking motion, her body moving forward not from her own actions but from the force of something else.

Lifting her head slightly, the realization hit her as she saw her mother's face, eyes closed, an expression of mingled pleasure and surrender etched across her features.

Kafka had already moved on, his cock now deeply embedded in Camila, beginning to thrust with the same vigor he had shown with Bella.

Camila's body responded, her hips moving to meet his, her moans soft yet undeniable signs of her arousal.

Bella watched, a mix of exhaustion and awe, as her mother took on the 'torment' she had spoken of, absorbing the pleasure and pain with a grace that spoke of both love and lust.

Bella looked at her mother with a worried gaze, concern etching her features. "M-Mom, are you alright? You've already been through so much." She asked, her voice filled with care despite the situation.

Camila, even amidst her moans, managed a chuckle, her body rocking with each of Kafka's thrusts. "Do we really have a choice, sweetie? Your father over there..." She said, her tone playful yet strained with pleasure. "...seems to be on a rampage. He doesn't look like he'll stop for anyone."

Bella turned her head to look behind her, and indeed, Kafka appeared to have lost all control. His movements were wild, unrestrained, his face contorted with a mix of pleasure and determination.

He was fucking Camila with an intensity that spoke of a man driven by a raw need, his thrusts deep and relentless, showing no signs of slowing down.

"He really seems to have lost it, look at that silly face." She commented, her voice laced with laughter.

Despite the chaotic passion unfolding, both mother and daughter couldn't help but chuckle, finding a moment of levity in the midst of their shared predicament. As their eyes met, there was an unspoken understanding of how close they were in this bizarre, intimate moment.

"Luckily, we have each other right now." Bella added cheekily, her smile brightening even in this context. "We won't have to go through this torment alone."

Camila nodded, her expression softening with affection. "I was thinking the exact same thing." She replied, her voice warm with the love of a mother for her daughter.

She then wrapped her arms around Bella, pulling her into a comforting embrace, offering support not just from the physical act but from the emotional whirlwind they were experiencing.

Bella nestled into her mother's embrace, finding solace and strength in their closeness, their bond transcending the bizarre circumstances, turning a moment of potential isolation into one of profound connection.

While on one side, Kafka was engaged in the act of passionately, almost wildly, fucking both mother and daughter, on the other, there was this tender, wholesome moment unfolding. It painted a perfect picture of this bizarre yet loving household—one where the boundaries of traditional family dynamics were blurred into something much more perverted and passionate at the same time...

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The night had mostly drawn to a close, and Kafka laid in the middle of the bed, his hands casually tucked behind his head, a contented smile playing on his lips.

On one side, Camila was snuggled up against him, her body completely nude, curled into him like a baby seeking warmth. Her soft, smooth skin pressed against his side, her breaths slow and even in deep sleep, her arm draped across his chest as if anchoring herself to him.

On top of him, Bella slept, her body sprawled across his, hugging him tightly as if she never wanted to let go, her cheek resting against his chest, her legs entwined with his. Her embrace was possessive, almost desperate, her soft curves melding into him, her warmth seeping into his skin.

Kafka felt an overwhelming sense of warmth, both physical and emotional, with these two soft, loving bodies pressed against him. The heat of their skin, the gentle rise and fall of their breathing, the way their bodies seemed to fit so perfectly against his—it was a sensation that wrapped around him like a cozy blanket, filling him with a strange mix of peace and satisfaction.

Their closeness, their trust in him, it was a feeling he hadn't anticipated, but it was one he cherished deeply in this quiet, post-chaotic moment.

Letting out a long, weary sigh, Kafka shook his head slightly, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Hell of a mess I made tonight." He muttered to himself, his voice low, not wanting to disturb the sleeping figures beside him. "Took a damn while to clean up, too." He chuckled softly, the sound barely audible, as he glanced down at the two women, their faces serene in sleep, oblivious to his musings.

He thought back to the night, how it had spiraled into something wild, something he hadn't fully anticipated.

He'd fucked both of them all night, his desire seemingly insatiable, like an animal driven by instinct. He'd lost count of how many times he'd climaxed inside them, each release a claiming, a marking of their bodies as his own.

By the end, their pussies were completely clogged with his cum, the thick, white fluid spilling out with each thrust, each movement, until it seemed there was no space left for more.

He'd watched in fascination, almost pride, as their bodies struggled to contain him, their arousal and his seed mixing into a mess that was both erotic and overwhelming.

But when they had finally collapsed, exhausted and spent, he'd taken on the task of cleaning them up. It had been a slow, meticulous process, his hands gentle as he wiped them down, using warm, damp cloths to clean their skin, to ease the soreness and the stickiness.

He'd done it every time more cum had seeped out, his touch careful, almost reverent, as he tended to them while they slept, their bodies limp and trusting in his care. It had taken time, longer than he'd expected, but he'd done it without complaint, knowing it was part of the responsibility he'd taken on in this bizarre, loving dynamic.

"I really worked up a sweat tonight, haven't I?" He murmured, his voice a mix of exhaustion and amusement. "I mean, look at you two, completely out of it. I must've fucked you both into oblivion, huh?" He chuckled again, shaking his head. "And those pussies...God, they were so full, I thought they'd burst. Had to keep wiping you down, over and over, like I was cleaning up after a damn flood. But you both looked so peaceful, so...satisfied. Guess I did my job right."

He glanced down at Camila, her face serene, her lips slightly parted in sleep, her body pressed so close he could feel the steady beat of her heart. "You, Camila, you took it like a champ, didn't you? Every time I thought you'd tap out, you'd just pull me closer, begging for more. And Bella..." His gaze shifted to the girl on top of him, her arms still tight around him, her breathing soft and even. "You surprised me, spreading your pussy no matter how swollen your lips became. You both...you're something else."

Kafka lay there, the warmth of Camila and Bella's bodies pressed against him, a comforting cocoon in the quiet aftermath of their wild night. But his mind, however, wasn't as still as their sleeping forms.

A question began to nag at him, one that seemed to bubble up from the depths of his post-coital clarity.

"Why in the world..." He murmured to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. "...didn't the goddesses watching from above send me some kind of request while all this was going on? They usually do. And come to think of it, I didn't get the acknowledgment message from Evangeline for my last request either. Were they asleep or something?"

He chuckled softly at the thought, imagining the celestial beings dozing off during his most chaotic moments.

"I mean, it's not like I'm complaining, but it's weird. Usually, they're all over me with their demands, especially Evangeline. She's always got something for me to do, some test or trial. But tonight? Nothing. Just silence."

Almost as if his thoughts had pierced through the veil between realms, a voice, soft and resonant, echoed in his mind.

It was Evangeline, the Goddess of Order, her tone apologetic and tinged with a hint of embarrassment.

"Kafka, I must apologize." She began, her voice clear as if she were standing beside him. "First, for not providing a conclusive message regarding your previous request, and second, for not sending any requests during your...current situation."

Kafka blinked, surprised by the sudden intrusion, but then shook his head with a wry smile.

"There's no need to apologize, Evangeline." He said, keeping his voice low so as not to wake Camila or Bella. "Honestly, I'm not complaining. I'm actually glad, you know? No request looming over me, no 'do this or be cut into a million pieces' hanging over my head. It's a nice change of pace, especially with...Well, everything that's been going on here." He chuckled, the sound a mix of enjoyment and relief. "I mean, can you imagine trying to focus on some divine task while I'm in the middle of...this? I'd probably mess it up and end up dead or something."

Evangeline's response was a soft laugh, a sound like wind chimes in a gentle breeze.

"I understand, Kafka, and I'm relieved to hear you say that. But still, it was not right of me not to communicate properly. You deserve clarity, especially given your dedication to our requests."

He waved a hand dismissively, though he knew she couldn't see it. "Nah, don't worry about it. Like I said, I'm good. But, you know, now that you're here, I've got to ask—what happened? Why no requests tonight?"

"...I'm not complaining, but it's not like you guys to miss a chance to throw some divine curveball at me. Did you all get bored of me already? Am I old news up there in the celestial realm?"

Evangline hesitated, her silence heavy with an unspoken weight.

"Of course not, Kafka." She finally replied, her tone earnest. "Almost every goddess tunes in to watch your journey. You're...quite the spectacle, if I may say so. Your actions, your choices, they're fascinating to us."

"...But, well, there was...a situation in the celestial realm that forced us to stop the trial for a moment."