God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 569 : Lovely Daughter-In-Laws

Nina let out a nervous laugh, her earlier hesitation still lingering, but Camila's confidence was infectious. They turned together, their steps quickening as they approached the scene unfolding before them.

Abigaille was already locked in her task, her focus entirely on Kafka's lips, and the sight stopped them both in their tracks for a moment. Her kisses were sensual, deliberate—a slow, tantalizing dance of lips against his.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

She pressed her mouth to his with a soft, wet sound, her lips parting slightly to tease his lower lip with a gentle suck, then pulling back only to dive in again, deeper, hungrier. Her head tilted just so, her breath mingling with his, and the faint moan that escaped her added a layer of raw dirtiness to the act.

"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"

Nina's cheeks flared red, her breath catching as she watched. She still couldn't fully wrap her mind around it—Abigaille, Kafka's mother, kissing him like that, with such unabashed passion.

It was a sight that felt forbidden, thrillingly so, and it made her stomach twist with a strange mix of embarrassment and fascination.

"God, I'll never get used to this." She muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible, her eyes darting away for a split second before snapping back.

But then she noticed it—Kafka's eyes, darkening with that familiar gloom, the kind that signaled he was slipping into one of his dangerous moods.

The sight jolted her out of her flustered reverie, and she shook her head, muttering, "Okay, focus, Nina. He needs us."

And then with a determined breath, she moved to his left side, while Camila, ever the steady presence, took his right. Without another word, they dove in, their lips meeting his cheeks in a flurry of kisses that were both desperate and sensual.

"Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Sip!♡~"

Camila's kisses were firm, confident, each one landing with a soft smack against his skin, her lips lingering just long enough to leave a warm imprint before moving to the next spot.

"Peck!♡~ Peck!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Peck!♡~ Taste!♡~"

Nina, on the other hand, started more slowly, her lips brushing his cheek lightly at first, the faintest tremble in her touch. But as she pressed closer, her kisses grew bolder, deeper, her mouth opening slightly to let her breath fan across his skin, a soft hum escaping her as she found her rhythm.

"Mwah!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Abigaille, still locked on Kafka's lips, caught Nina's presence out of the corner of her eye. She tilted her head slightly, mid-kiss, her lips still pressed to her son's, and their gazes met—an odd, electric moment that made Nina's pulse spike.

Their cheeks brushed together, the warmth of Abigaille's skin against hers sending a shiver down her spine. She could feel Abigaille's breath, hot and quick, mingling with her own, and the sounds of their kisses—the wet, rhythmic smacks, the faint gasps—were so close, so vivid, right by her ear.

It was overwhelming, intimate in a way she hadn't anticipated.

Nina's mind raced. 'This is...this is insane.' She thought, her lips still moving against Kafka's cheek. 'Abi's right there, and I can feel her kissing him, hear every little sound she's making it's like we're...Oh God, what am I even doing?'

But even as her thoughts spun, something else stirred within her. The sheer closeness, the shared heat, the audacity of it all—it was exciting, dangerously so.

Her hesitation began to melt, replaced by a growing heat low in her belly, a thrill that made her press her kisses harder, her lips now sucking gently at Kafka's skin, leaving faint red marks in her wake.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Smack!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Lick!♡~"

Camila, catching the shift in Nina's energy, let out a low chuckle against Kafka's cheek. "Look at you, getting into it." She teased, her voice husky as she planted another firm kiss near his jawline. "Didn't think you had it in you to enjoy this so much."

Nina flushed, pulling back just enough to shoot Camila a flustered glare across Kafka's face. "Oh, shut up." She huffed, her breath warm against his skin. "It's not like I planned this—it's just...happening, okay?"

"...And you're one to talk, you're practically eating his face off over there!"

Camila grinned, undeterred, her lips brushing Kafka's cheek again as she murmured. "Can you blame me? He's too delicious to resist when he's like this. Besides, you're keeping up just fine—look at those little love bites you're leaving."

"...Didn't know you were so possessive."

Abigaille, hearing their banter, pulled back from Kafka's lips for a moment, her own cheeks flushed as she caught her breath.

"You two are so loud." She said with a small, breathless laugh, her voice tinged with playful reproach. "But...it's working, isn't it? He's not muttering anymore."

Her lips were still glistening, her eyes darting between them before she leaned back in, this time kissing the corner of Kafka's mouth with a slow, deliberate swipe of her tongue.

"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Sip!♡~"

Nina's heart pounded, the sight of Abigaille's tongue against Kafka's lips sending another jolt of heat through her.

"She's right." She whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the sound of their collective kisses. "It's working...and it's...oh God, it's hot." She pressed herself closer, her cheek brushing Abigaille's again, the contact electric, and she let her lips trail lower, sucking gently at the edge of Kafka's jaw, her breath hastening as she felt the rhythm of their shared effort sync up.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

Camila, her lips wrapped around Kafka's earlobe, sucked gently, the soft flesh yielding under her teasing nibbles. Her breath was hot against his skin, her excitement building as she caught sight of Nina out of the corner of her eye—her best friend, her face ablaze with passion, leaving a trail of red marks across Kafka's cheek with fervent kisses.

"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"

The sight sent a shiver of heat through Camila, her pulse quickening as she watched Nina's lips press and suck with such unrestrained desire.

And then a fervent gleam sparked in her eyes, and she pulled back just enough to murmur, her voice low and thick with intent. "Nina, switch sides with me."

Nina, still caught up in her rhythm of kisses along Kafka's jaw, paused mid-motion, her lips hovering over his skin as she glanced at Camila with a mix of confusion and breathless curiosity.

"Why?" She asked, her voice slightly shaky, tinged with the remnants of her earlier embarrassment. "It's all the same, isn't it? Left, right—what's the difference?"

Camila's smile was slow and wicked, her eyes glinting with a hunger that made Nina's breath catch.

"Oh, it's not the same at all." She purred, leaning closer, her gaze locked on Nina's flushed face. "I don't just want to kiss Kafka-I want to taste the places you've kissed him. Your marks, your heat, your taste...I want it all on my tongue."

Nina's eyes widened, a flush creeping up her neck as she sputtered.

"W-Wait, what? Camila, that's you're talking like some kind of pervert!" Her voice was a flustered mess, her hands flailing slightly as she tried to process the brazenness of Camila's words.

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But before she could fully protest, Camila moved with a fluid grace, stepping over to Nina's side. Her hands gently but firmly grasped Nina's shoulders, pulling her away from Kafka with a soft tug, her touch both commanding and tender.

Nina stumbled back a step, her lips still tingling from where they'd been pressed against Kafka, but her attention snapped to Camila as her best friend leaned in close.

Right before her eyes, Camila dragged her tongue across Kafka's cheek, a long, slow lick that traced the path Nina had just kissed.

"Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Sip!♡~"

The wet, deliberate slide of her tongue collected the faint sheen of saliva Nina had left behind, and all the while, Camila's eyes never left Nina's, bold and unapologetic, a challenge shimmering in their depths.

She chuckled a low, throaty sound that vibrated through the air—before continuing, her tongue swirling over the red love marks Nina had left, tasting the warmth of Kafka's skin mingled with Nina's essence.

"Mwah!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Nina should've been thrown off-repulsed, even-by the sight of her best friend so eagerly seeking out the places she'd kissed, licking up her traces like it was some forbidden delicacy.

But instead, to her utter shock, a wave of heat surged through her, pooling low in her belly. The sight of Camila's tongue gliding over Kafka's cheek, the way her lips parted slightly as she savored the mingled flavors of Kafka and herself—it was intoxicating.

Her nipples hardened beneath her top, pressing against the fabric, a visceral reaction she couldn't hide or deny. The thought of Camila taking both her taste and Kafka's into her mouth, blending them in such an intimate, shameless way, sent a thrill racing down her spine.

"Peck!♡~ Peck!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Peck!♡~ Taste!♡~"

In a daze, her breath shallow and quick, Nina drifted back to the side Camila had abandoned—Kafka's right cheek, still warm from Camila's earlier kisses.

She hesitated for only a heartbeat before leaning in, her lips brushing against his skin, then parting as she mirrored Camila's actions. Her tongue flicked out, tasting the faint saltiness Camila had left behind, the subtle heat of her best friend's kiss lingering there.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Smack!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Lick!♡~"

It was bold, reckless, and oh-so-exciting, the act of tasting Camila on Kafka's skin igniting a fire she hadn't expected.

Camila caught her in the act, her eyes flicking to Nina mid-lick, a teasing, knowing glint dancing in them.

"Oh, look at you." She murmured, her voice husky as she pulled back slightly, her tongue still glistening with the remnants of Nina's kiss. "Getting all bold now, aren't you?"

Nina's face burned, her cheeks a vivid red as she faltered for a moment, her tongue still pressed against Kafka's skin. "I wasn't...I mean, I didn't mean to—" She stammered, her flustered words tumbling over each other.

But then she caught the amusement in Camila's gaze, the way her lips curved into a smug, delighted smile, and she huffed, her embarrassment morphing into defiance.

"Oh, shut up." She muttered, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and arousal. "You started it, so don't act all superior now!" With that, she dove back in, her tongue tracing a slow, sensual circle over one of Camila's lingering marks, tasting the warmth and the faint sweetness of her friend's lips.

Camila laughed softly, a sound that was both playful and provocative, her own tongue returning to Kafka's cheek to lap at another of Nina's love bites.

"Mmm, I did start it, didn't I?" She mused, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she licked again, slower this time, savoring every second. "And I'm not complaining—you taste divine mixed with him. I could get used to this, you know."

Nina's breath hitched, her body trembling slightly as she pressed herself closer to Kafka, her lips and tongue working in tandem with Camila's across his face

What had started as a mission to pull Kafka back from his gloom had spiraled Into something far more primal, a sensual exchange that blurred the lines between them all, leaving Nina both flustered and exhilarated by the unexpected intimacy she now craved.

While Camila and Nina were lost in their sensual, almost perverse exchange, tongues tracing each other's lingering kisses on Kafka's skin, Abigaille stood apart, her perspective softer, sweeter, untouched by the raw heat that consumed the other two.

Her heart swelled as she watched them, a tender warmth blooming in her chest.

To her, this wasn't just an perverted display—it was a testament to the depth of love these two remarkable women, Camila and Nina, held for her son, Kafka.

The way they kissed him, the passion in their movements, the possessive little marks they left behind it all spoke of a devotion so fierce they were willing to share this intimate, tangled moment for his sake.

Her gaze softened, her lips curving into a deep, appreciative smile. "Such amazing daughters-in-law." She thought, her eyes tracing the scene before her. "Even if we're all around the same age, they love him so much...they're willing to go this far to pull him back."

"...How lucky he is. How lucky I am."

Every kiss, every heated glance they cast his way, was a declaration of their adoration, and it filled her with a quiet pride...