God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 547 Make Me Your Breeding Cow!

547 Make Me Your Breeding Cow!

"Now, stand up over me, Camila" Kafka instructed, his voice thick with lust. "Show me where the babies you speak of come from."

Camila moved towards him, her legs slightly shaky from the excitement and the weight of his words. She positioned herself over him, one leg on either side of his body. His eyes followed her every movement, the air between them charged with electricity.

With a deep breath, she reached down, her fingers finding the soft, wet folds of her pussy. She hesitated for just a moment, the intimacy of the act not lost on her, but then, driven by the desire in his eyes and the thrill of the moment, she spread herself open for him.

Spread~

Her pussy lips parted, revealing the pink, glistening interior, the place where all life begins. Her fingers held her open, showing him her most intimate secret, her arousal evident in the way her body responded to the exposure.

As Camila stood there, exposed and vulnerable, Kafka couldn't resist the pull any longer.

He leaned forward, his breath warm against her skin, and began to slowly suck on her pussy, his tongue tracing the contours of her inner lips with an almost reverent care.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

"Is this where your daughter came from, Camila?" He asked between soft, wet kisses, his voice muffled by her flesh. His tongue ventured deeper, tasting her, savoring the exoticness of the act.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

Camila let out a shuddering breath, her hands moving to rest on his shoulders for support, her body responding to his antics with a flood of sensation.

"Y-Yes!♡~" She managed to say, her voice quivering with both pleasure and the memory of a different kind of intensity. "Bella...she came from here...From my vagina that you're sucking on so devotedly."

Kafka's tongue circled her clit, then dipped back into her, his actions both a question and an exploration. "I see. How did you feel...while giving birth to her?" He asked, his voice a low murmur, his hands gently supporting her thighs, drawing her closer to his mouth.

Camila's breath hastened as she felt the warmth of Kafka's mouth against her, his tongue exploring her with a tenderness that contrasted with the memories she was about to share.

"It was...incredibly painful." She started, her voice trembling with the recollection, each word punctuated by a soft moan as he continued to suck and lick. "I'd never felt anything like it in my life. Every part of me was stretched, pushed to its limits..." Her body shivered, the sensation of his tongue inside her mingling with the memory of labor, creating a complex mix of pain and pleasure.

"But then..." She continued, a smile breaking through her narrative as the pain in her voice transformed into warmth. "I saw Bella's face for the first time."

Her voice softened, the pleasure from Kafka's tongue now intertwined with the joy of that moment.

"All the pain, all the intensity...it was all worth it at the end." Her hands tightened on his shoulders, a physical manifestation of the emotions she felt as she spoke. "Seeing her, holding her...It was like nothing else mattered. That moment, that connection...it was everything."

Her words flowed with the ease of a mother sharing her most treasured memory, even as her body responded to his touch, her arousal a testament to the layers of her experience, from the pain of birth to the pleasure of the present.

Kafka looked up, his eyes not just meeting hers but searching for the truth of her heart.

"And after all the pain you've gone through..." He said, his voice thick with emotion. "...would you truly be willing to bring my children into this world again?"

Camila's smile was like a beacon of warmth, her eyes shining with love as she leaned down, her touch gentle as she kissed his forehead, a gesture that spoke of lifetimes of love. She held the kiss for a moment, letting her love seep into him through that simple act.

As she pulled back, her hand remained on his cheek, her eyes never leaving his.

"Kafka..." She whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "If it's with you...If it's with you, I would bear any number of children for you, even hundreds, no matter how painful it might be."

"Because with each child, we'd have more mini Kafkas running around, filling our home with laughter and love."

"...And I'd want nothing else other then to see same eyes of the man that saved me from the awful life I was living and the only man that I actually truly fell in love with in several of my own children...Ah, I mean, our children." Her voice broke slightly, tears of joy and anticipation welling in her eyes.

Kafka felt a rush of warmth, his heart swelling with both love and the responsibility of her words.

"You mean that, don't you?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the moment.

"With every fiber of my being." Camila replied, her voice firm despite the emotion. "When I think about the pain, I also think about the joy, the absolute miracle of bringing new life into the world with you. If it's with you...if we're building our family, our little reflections of love, then no amount of pain could outweigh the beauty of that."

Kafka felt his throat tighten with emotion, the love and commitment in Camila's words enveloping him like a warm embrace.

He knew that if he dwelled on this love, on the vision of their future together, he might not hold back the tears that were already threatening to spill.

So shaking his head to clear the overwhelming feelings, he managed to muster a sly smile, his eyes still bright with emotion.

"A hundred babies, then?" He asked, his voice teasing yet filled with an underlying seriousness. "Are you really willing to birth that many for me, my beautiful Camila?"

Camila's response was a cheeky, playful smile, her love for him shining through her playful demeanor.

"Of course." She said with a light laugh, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "As long as you're willing to fill me up that many times."

Kafka's eyes darkened with desire, his tone shifting to something more provocative.

"Oh, you'd be my breeding cow then, huh?" He teased, his voice a low growl. "Giving birth to that many children, you'd be the epitome of fertility, my own little baby factory."

Camila's cheeks flushed, but she matched his tone with her own daring reply, her eyes challenging him.

"And you'd be the stud, wouldn't you? Filling me up until I'm overflowing. You'd love that, wouldn't you? Having me swollen and round with your children, my belly a show to how thoroughly you've claimed me."

The air between them crackled with the heat of their words. Kafka's hand slid up her thigh, his touch possessive.

"I'd never get enough of watching you grow with my seed, your body changing, adapting to carry our offspring...You'd be so fucking irresistible, Camila, I'd want to fuck you even when you're pregnant, just to see if I could get you even more pregnant."

Camila let out a breathy laugh, her body responding to his touch and his words.

"And I'd let you, every single time. I'd spread my legs for you, no matter how big my belly gets, because nothing would feel as good as you inside me, reminding me who I belong to."

Their heated and vulgar words escalated, each word stoking the fire of their arousal.

"You'd love it, wouldn't you?" Kafka continued, his voice thick with lust as he felt her slowly descend and rub her wet pussy against his tip. "Feeling my cum deep inside you, knowing it's making you more and more mine with every thrust?"

"Yes, yes." Camila gasped, her own desire now visible in her trembling blue eyes, her hands clutching at him. "I'd want you to fill me so completely, to stretch me, to make me yours in the most dirty way."

"...I'd beg for your cum, beg for you to make me your breeding bitch."

Kafka's heart beated violently in his chest, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements as he felt the heat and wetness of her against him.

"God, Camila, you're going to drive me insane." He groaned, his voice thick with need as he felt his slowly entering and exiting her. "I need to be inside you, now."

Camila's eyes glinted with a mix of mischief and desire as she leaned down, her voice a sultry whisper against his ear.

"Promise me, Kafka." She breathed, her movements teasingly slow. "Promise me you'll keep my pussy stuffed for the rest of my life. Make it your responsibility to keep giving me children."

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Her words sent a shiver of arousal through him, his grip on her hips tightening as he felt the overwhelming need to fulfill her demand.

"I promise." He growled, his voice a mixture of devotion and raw desire. "I'll fill you up, over and over, until you're carrying our children, until your body knows no other purpose but to be filled by me, to bring our babies into the world."

His words ignited a fire within Camila, a primal urge that matched the intensity of his promise.

Without another moment's hesitation, she slammed down her pussy that was teasing his bulging tip with all her weight, taking him in fully for the first time.

"Ahh!♡~ Ahhhh!♡~ Haughh!♡~"

The sensation was explosive; she was stretched to her limits, filled in a way that bordered on pain but quickly transformed into pleasure so intense it bordered on divine.

"Kafka!♡~" She screamed, the sound raw and unfiltered, a cry of both conquest and surrender.

The fullness was overwhelming, his cock touching places inside her that had never been reached, igniting every nerve ending with a blaze of sensation.

Kafka's grip on her was almost bruising, his fingers digging into her flesh as he met her descent with an upward thrust of his own.

"Fuck, Camila!" He groaned, the intensity of the moment reflected in his voice, which trembled with both need and possession. "You're mine, completely mine!"

The union was more than physical; it was an intense, visceral claiming, where every moan and shout was a written will to their bond, their future, their shared desire to merge not just their bodies but their lives.

...And just like their night of temptation and lust had begun.

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