God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 570 : Fight For His Love

But then, a sudden realization hit Abigaille—she'd been the one monopolizing Kafka's lips this whole time, her kisses steady and unrelenting from the start.

A flush crept up her neck, and she pulled back slightly, her voice trembling with a nervous fluster as she spoke up. "Um...I-I've been kissing Kafi's lips this whole time." She stammered, her hands fidgeting as she glanced between Camila and Nina. "Does...does anyone want to switch places with me? I feel like I've been hogging him a bit, and, well, his lips are...they're right here if you want them!"

Camila, mid-lick along Kafka's cheek, paused, her tongue still pressed against his skin as she turned her head to look at Abigaille. A teasing smile spread across her face, slow and deliberate, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"Oh, Abi." She drawled, her voice low and sultry. "You don't need to offer his lips up to us like some kind of prize on a platter."

"...If I want them, I'll fight for them myself it's the only way to show how much I love him."

And before Abigaille could blink, Camila moved with a predator's grace, pushing her face against Abigaille's, their bodies brushing together in a sudden, electric clash. The heat of Camila's skin pressed against hers, their curves rubbing in a fleeting moment as Camila angled her head and claimed one side of Kafka's lips.

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

Her kiss was fierce, her lips sucking at the corner of his mouth with a wet, possessive sound, her breath hot and ragged as she staked her territory. Abigaille's eyes widened, caught off guard by the brazenness of it—Camila wasn't just kissing her son; she was fighting for him, her body jostling against Abigaille's in a way that sent a jolt of heat through her.

Nina, witnessing the bold move, felt a spark of competitive fire ignite within her.

"Oh, no you don't." She muttered under her breath, her voice trembling with a mix of arousal and determination. "If it's a fight for who loves him more, I'm not losing."

She then surged forward, pushing against Abigaille from the other side, her body pressing into the older woman's as she claimed the opposite corner of Kafka's lips.

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

Her kiss was just as intense, her lips parting to lick along his mouth, tasting him with a hungry edge, her breath mingling with Camila's in the tight space.

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

Caught between them, Abigaille was sandwiched, her body jostled slightly as the two women fought for dominance over Kafka's lips.

She stumbled back a step, her hands hovering uncertainly, and found herself watching in stunned awe as Camila and Nina turned it into a sensual battle.

Their lips clashed against Kafka's, licking and sucking with wild abandon, each trying to outdo the other. Camila's tongue darted out, tracing the curve of his lower lip, leaving a glistening trail as she growled softly,

"He's mine to taste." Her eyes locking onto Nina's with a challenging glare.

Nina countered with a bite-her teeth grazing Kafka's upper lip before she sucked it into her mouth, her voice a breathy taunt as she shot back.

"Not if I claim him first."

Her tongue flicked out, overlapping Camila's path, marking her own territory as she pressed her body harder against Abigaille, the friction of their closeness adding to the heat.

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

Their cheeks brushed, their breaths hot and panting against each other's skin, and the wet, smacking sounds of their kisses filled the air—a primal orchestra of desire and rivalry.

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

Abigaille's heart raced, her body growing hot and wet as she watched them fight over her son's lips like two lionesses vying for a prized piece of meat.

Camila's tongue swirled over Kafka's mouth, licking up Nina's traces with a brazen smirk, while Nina bit down again, tugging his lip gently before licking it soothingly, her eyes narrowed at Camila in a fierce, animalistic stare.

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

The sight was overwhelming—raw, erotic, and utterly intoxicating. Abigaille's heart raced, her skin prickling with a flush that spread from her chest downward, a damp heat forming between her thighs as she whispered to herself.

"Oh...Oh my, they're...They're so wild for my son."

Camila caught Abigaille's stunned expression and chuckled, her voice husky as she pulled back just enough to speak, her lips still brushing Kafka's.

"What's wrong, Abi? Too much for you? Or are you just enjoying the show?"

She dove back in, her tongue dragging along the side of Kafka's mouth, tasting Nina's lingering kiss with a moan of satisfaction.

Nina, not to be outdone, pressed closer, her body rubbing against Abigaille's again as she murmured.

"Don't just stand there—join us if you dare." Her lips sucked at Kafka's again, her tongue flicking against Camila's in a brazen clash before she pulled back to bite his lip once more, her eyes blazing with competitive lust.

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

Abigaille's hands trembled, her body alight with a confusing mix of sweetness and arousal as she watched them—two women she adored, fighting so fiercely, so sensually, for her son.

She stood there, her heart torn between the sweet desire to step back and let Camila and Nina have their fierce, passionate moment with Kafka, and the undeniable truth that pulsed within her—she, too, was one of his lovers.

She loved him with every fiber of her being, her son, her heart, and the thought of not showing that love, of not fighting for him in her own way, felt like a betrayal of her own feelings.

So, in the end, her resolve hardened, and a determined glint sparked in her eyes.

She clenched her fists, pumping them up and down in an adorably fierce little gesture, as if psyching herself up for battle, and with a tiny, resolute huff, she dove right back into the fray, wedging herself between Camila and Nina to reclaim her place at Kafka's lips.

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

Camila, mid-suck on the corner of Kafka's mouth, caught Abigaille's sudden return out of the corner of her eye and let out a husky chuckle, her lips still glistening with Nina's traces.

"Well, well, look who's finally back in the game." She teased, her voice dripping with mischief as she pulled back just enough to flash Abigaille a wicked grin. "Fighting so cutely for him, like a little bunny hopping in between a wolf and a tiger to snatch her piece of the prize. Adorable, Abi—Absolutely adorable."

Nina, her tongue tracing a wet path along Kafka's upper lip, glanced over and grinned, her breath hot and ragged.

"That's the spirit, Abil" She encouraged, her voice a mix of excitement and challenge. "Come on, show us what you've got—don't let us have all the fun!"

But as soon as the words left her mouth, she dove back in, her lips pressing harder against Kafka's, unwilling to cede an inch.

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

The space around Kafka's lips was now impossibly tight, a chaotic tangle of three determined women vying for dominance.

There was no room left to maneuver cleanly, and that lack of space turned their kisses into something wilder, lewder, hotter than before. Abigaille pushed her way in, her lips brushing against Kafka's with a soft, needy sound, only to find Camila's tongue already there, swirling against his lower lip.

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

Their mouths collided, Camila's tongue grazing Abigaille's in a fleeting, slick exchange of heat and saliva that made Abigaille's breath hitch.

Nina, on the other side, sucked at Kafka's upper lip, her cheek pressing against Abigallle's, the warmth of their skin melding together as their breaths mingled in short, desperate gasps.

The air was thick with the wet, smacking sounds of their kisses, a sticky mess of lips and tongues clashing in a messy, sensual dance.

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

Camila's tongue darted out again, licking along Kafka's mouth, only to slide against Nina's in a brazen, deliberate swipe, their spit blending in a way that was impossible to ignore.

"Mmm, I can taste you both." Camila murmured, her voice low and sultry as she locked eyes with Nina, her gaze crazed and intense. "Kafka's delicious, but you two...you're making this so much better."

Nina's cheeks flushed, but she didn't back down, her own tongue flicking out to meet Camila's challenge, tasting the mix of Kafka's skin and Abigaille's lingering sweetness.

"Oh, you think you're the only one enjoying this?" She shot back, her voice trembling with arousal as she sucked harder at Kafka's lip, her eyes burning into Camila's. "I can taste your taste too, and it's driving me insane."

Abigaille, caught between them, felt the heat of their exchange in every brush of their lips, every accidental graze of their tongues against hers. She could also distinguish their flavors now—Camila's bold, slightly salty tang, Nina's softer, sweeter essence—all mingling with Kafka's familiar taste on her tongue.

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

Her lips parted wider, kissing him with a newfound ferocity, only to bump against Camila's cheek, then Nina's, their faces so close that their breaths became one shared, ragged rhythm.

The sensation of their tongues touching hers, sliding past each other in the tight space, sent a shiver of pure, unadulterated heat through her body, her skin prickling with goosebumps.

Camila chuckled again, her voice a throaty purr as she nipped at Kafka's lip, her tongue brushing Abigaille's in the process.

"Look at you, Abi, keeping up with us." She teased, her eyes flicking to Abigaille's with a playful, predatory gleam. "Didn't think you had it in you to get this dirty—tasting us both like this."

"...How does it feel, hmm? Knowing you're licking up everything we've left behind?"

Abigaille's face burned, but she didn't shy away, her own tongue swirling against Kafka's lips, catching Nina's in a slick, fleeting dance.

"I-I love him too." She managed to gasp out, her voice trembling with a mix of nerves and desire. "And...And no matter how dirty or overwhelming this feels, I'm not backing down since I too love him as a mother and man just like you too as well."

Nina let out a shaky laugh, her lips sucking at Kafka's again, her tongue brushing Camila's in a bold, possessive swipe.

"Overwhelming's right." She breathed, her eyes locked on Camila's with an intensity that bordered on feral. "I didn't think I'd be this into it—tasting you, tasting Abi, all while we're fighting over him. It's like...like I can't get enough."

Their kisses grew messier, more desperate, their lips and tongues overlapping in a chaotic, erotic tangle.

Camila bit gently at Kafka's lower lip, her tongue sliding against Nina's in a wet, deliberate clash, their spit mingling so thoroughly that it dripped down Kafka's chin.

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

Abigaille, caught in the middle, kissed him with a hungry edge, her tongue darting out to taste the blend of fluids—Kafka's, Camila's, Nina's—all merging into a heady cocktail that made her head spin.

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

Their cheeks pressed together, their breaths hot and uneven, and the sounds—the wet sucks, the soft moans, the faint growls of possession-filled the air with a primal, intoxicating heat.

Camila's eyes burned into Nina's, then Abigaille's, her gaze crazed and unyielding as she murmured.

"This is what loving him looks like, isn't it? All of us, tasting each other, fighting for him—it's filthy and perfect." She licked Kafka's lip again, her tongue brushing Abigaille's in a slow, sensual swipe, savoring every second.

Nina nodded, her own tongue tracing the same path, meeting Camila's in another slick exchange. "Filthy, perfect, and ours." She whispered, her voice thick with lust as she bit Kafka's lip, her eyes never leaving Camila's.

Abigaille's body trembled, the heat between her thighs growing unbearable as she pressed herself closer, her lips and tongue joining the fray with a fervor she hadn't known she possessed.

The sight before her was a whirlwind of sensation hot, wet, and utterly lewd, their love for Kafka transforming into a shared, visceral experience that left them all breathless and craving more.

And just as the three of them were sinking deeper into their frenzied, sensual assault on Kafka's lips—Camila's tongue swirling against Nina's in a heated clash, Abigaille's soft moans mingling with the wet sounds of their kisses, all of them lost in the intoxicating rhythm of their shared passion—a voice suddenly cut through the haze like a splash of cold water.

"Uh...Why am I waking up from my daydream only to find my mother and two other beautiful women molesting my face?"

"...Seriously, it feels like a pack of dogs just licked me—my whole face is soaking wet."

The words hit them like a jolt, and all three women froze mid-motion, their lips still hovering over his skin, their breaths caught in their throats.

A collective tremble ran through them—Camila's tongue still pressed against the corner of his mouth, Nina's lips parted in mid-suck, Abigaille's cheek brushing against both of theirs.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, they pulled back, their heads lifting in unison as if caught in some scandalous act.

And just as they did, their eyes met Kafka's, and there he was, staring back at them with a small, lopsided grin, his expression a mix of mischief and genuine bewilderment.

His dark but bright eyes glinted with a playful curiosity, as if silently asking, 'What in the world have you three been up to?'