God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 593: Milk My Daughter As Well

Camila and Nina, electrified by the thought of being milked next, couldn't contain their excitement.

They scrambled forward on all fours, their movements frantic yet sultry—Camila's plump tits swaying heavily, creamy droplets splattering the stone in a teasing trall, Nina's firmer breasts jiggling sensuously, thick rivulets streaming from her purple nipples—rushing toward Kafka with desperate, lust-soaked pleas spilling from their lips.

"Kafka, please—milk me first!♡~" Camila cried, her voice a sultry, pleading whine as she nudged closer, her ass wiggling provocatively, milk dripping faster from her swollen nipples. "I'm so fucking full for you—my tits are aching, begging for your hands to squeeze me dry—don't make me wait!♡~"

"No, master—me first, please!♡~" Nina countered, her tone soft yet insistent, her back arching deeply as she pressed forward, her firm breasts swaying, leaking thickly onto the stone. "I've been dreaming of this—your fingers on me, draining every drop—I need you to take me now, I'm yours!♡~"

Their rivalry flared into a playful, primal tussle—Camila's forehead pressing against Nina's, their sweat-slicked skin brushing as their breasts collided, milk mingling in a messy splash between them.

"Back off, Nina—I'm his favorite cow, these juicy udders deserve him first!" Camila growied, shoving lightly with a wicked grin, her hips swaying as she jostled for position.

"Dream on, you greedy bitch—I'm his sweetest, my milk's thicker, he'll want me more!" Nina shot back, pushing in return, her eyes glinting with competitive heat, their giggles erupting in breathy bursts amid the wet splat of milk hitting the ground.

Kafka watched for a moment, his cock throbbing painfully against his soaked pants, the sight of their eager struggle stoking a fire in his gut. He then stepped forward, hands flashing out to deliver a sharp, firm slap to each of their arses—Camila's plump cheeks bouncing with a satisfying jiggle, Nina's taut skin blooming red under his touch.

"Ahhh!♡~"

"Kyaaa!♡~"

They yelped in unison, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure straight to their lower halves, their bodies quivering with renewed heat.

"Enough fighting, my little cows" He said, crouching between them, his hands lingering on their stinging flesh, kneading briefly before pulling them closer. "I've got two hands, you know, so I can milk you both at once, drain those gorgeous tits together."

"...Now, get over here, press in tight, right over the bucket now, so I can milk you both."

They obeyed instantly, crawling closer until their bodies pressed side by side, facing each other on all fours, their breasts dangling tantalizingly over the bucket—Camila's plump, creamy tits brushing against Nina's firmer, leaking ones, their nipples so close they nearly kissed, the bucket poised beneath to catch their combined flood.

And for a fleeting moment, their eyes locked, and the sheer absurdity of their position washed over them. They burst into soft, breathy chuckles, their laughter weaving through the steamy air like a shared secret.

"Oh god, Nina, can you believe this?" Camila gasped between giggles, her voice dripping with playful, lustful affection as she shifted slightly, her milk dripping faster. "Me—married, with my sweet little Bella—and you, a proud and fierce properitress of your hotspring. But now look at us, crawling like cows, tits out, begging a high schooler two decades younger to milk us dry. It's insanel

Nina laughed, her eyes sparkling with warmth and desire, milk trickling from her nipples as she leaned closer, her shoulder brushing Camila's. "I know, Camila—God, It's so fucking bizarre, so deliciously strange." She murmured, her gaze softening with a tender glow. "But I'd never give this up—not for anything. Being his cow, feeling him drain me like this—It's pure bliss and t's all I crave."

Camila's grin turned tender, her head tilting until their foreheads nearly touched, their breaths mingling as milk dripped below. "Same here, Nina—I'd fight the world to keep this." She said, her voice a loving purr. "No one else could handle me like he does—those hands, that hunger—I wouldn't trade you being here either, Nina. You're his with me, and fuck, it feels right."

"Exactly." Nina whispered, her tone a sultry caress as she pressed closer, their rivalry melting into a wholesome, lust—soaked bond. "You and me, his perfect herd—no one else could take our place, not ever. I'd die before I let someone steal this from us."

Their eyes shimmered with shared affection, their milk mingling in the bucket below as their connection deepened.

Kafka crouched beside them, his hands sliding up their backs, fingers tracing their spines with a possessive sweep before settling at their shoulders. "Seems my two cows are having a damn sweet little chat." He said, his lips curling into a smirk as he positioned himself between them, knees pressing into the warm stone. "But enough talking—time to milk you both, make those gorgeous udders spill for me."

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

And without a second to waste, his hands moved with swift intent, one claiming Camila's plump left breast, the other gripping Nina's firm right, and he began tugging their nipples with firm pulls, milk spurting out in twin jets that splashed into the bucket with a wet plink—plink.

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

Carnila gasped, her body shuddering as her creamy milk flowed freely, her eyes darting down to watch the streams collide with Nina's in the bucket. "Oh—fuck yes, Kafka!" She moaned, her voice thick with excitement and love. "Look at me leaking for you—God, when I had Bella, I couldn't get a single damn drop into a bottle. Hours of trying, those stupid machines failing me—nothing worked."

"...But now you're doing it so easyily—how the hell do you make my tits obey you like this?"

Kafka's fingers twisted her nipple gently, drawing out a thicker, creamier jet as he leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

"It's because I'm your master, Camila—your perfect, filthy master." He said, tugging harder, milk spraying wildly as he kissed her neck, lingering there with a soft nip. "These nipples know me feel me they can't help but leak for me, pouring out everything because you're mine. Your body bends to me, craves me—fuck, it's beautiful."

Her eyes flared with lust and adoration, and she arched Into his touch, milk gushing faster.

"Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

"Oh my, Kafka, that's so fucking hot!♡~." She purred, her voice trembling with passion. "Speaking of Bella—why don't you come over sometime and check if she's got milk in those pretty tits of hers."

"...I'd love watching you drink from us both—mother and daughter—sucking us dry, tasting us together. Bet you'd love comparing how sweet we are, wouldn't you?"

He chuckled, his hand squeezing her breast harder, milk splashing into the bucket as he pulled her closer, his lips hovering over hers.

"Oh, you naughty little cow—l'd fucking love that." He said, his free hand tugging Nina's nipple in sync, keeping her milk flowing as he focused on Camila. "But you've got an even better idea brewing, don't you? Tell me—give me that wicked mind of yours."

Camila's grin widened, her voice dropping to a sultry, loving whisper as she leaned into him, milk streaming from her breast under his relentless tug.

"Knock her up, Kafka—fuck my little Bella, fill her up with your seed!♡~" She murmured, her words dripping with taboo desire and fierce affection. "Get her tits leaking like mine—they you'd have both of us dripping for you, milk and all."

"...Plus, I'd get that grandkid I've been craving and watching you claim her, knowing she's mine too—it'd be so fucking perfect, master. Only you could make that happen!♡~"

He groaned, his lips crashing into hers in a deep, ravenous kiss—tongues tangling, tasting the heat of her words as he milked her with renewed fervor, milk spraying around them.

"Slosh!♡~ Splish!♡~ Glug!♡~ Squelch!♡~"

"Camila—fuck, only you could dream up something so goddamn delicious." He murmured against her mouth, kissing her harder, deeper, his hand squeezing her breast in time with his passion. "I love you love your filthy, brilliant mind, your slutty soul—you're my everything, my perfect cow."

His other hand tugged Nina's nipple, her thick milk blending with Camila's in the bucket, but he lingered with Camila, kissing her with a fierce, loving intensity, their moans blending into a symphony of depravity.

"Splat!♡~ Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Gloop!♡~"

Kafka then pulled back from Camila's kiss, milk glistening on his lips, his chest heaving as he savored the taste of her creamy sweetness lingering on his tongue.

His hand still squeezed her plump breast, milk spurting in creamy jets, but he turned his gaze to Nina, her firm breasts trembling as his other hand tugged her nipple, her thick, velvety milk blending with Camila's in the bucket below.

The sight of her—skin flushed a deep red from arousal, her body quivering under his touch—stirred a fierce affection in him.

He shifted closer to her, his knees pressing into the warm stone as he focused on her, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast before gripping it firmly, coaxing a fresh stream of milk with a slow, deliberate pull.

"Look at you, Nina—my sweet little cow." He said, his lips brushing her shoulder as he began milking her with both hands now, abandoning Camila's breast for a moment to give Nina his full attention.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Drip!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

Milk flowed in rich, thick streams, splashing into the bucket with a lush splat. "With how green your skin is, I was half-expecting you to leak some green milk...like a ripe little fruit ready to burst."

Nina chuckled, the sound soft and breathy as her body arched into his touch, milk dripping faster from her swollen nipples. "Oh, master—that's ridiculous." She murmured, her voice a sultry tease laced with affection. "Green milk? That'd be so weird—disgusting, even! Can you imagine it? Me leaking some bizarre, alien goo instead of this? I'd look like a freak!"

"Splurt!♡~ Splish!♡~ Gloop!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

He grinned, his hands working her breasts with a tender rhythm, squeezing and tugging as milk gushed out, the bucket filling higher. "No way, my gorgeous girl—of course it wouldn't be disgusting."

He said, leaning closer, his lips grazing her ear as he kissed the sensitive skin there.

"It'd be like flavored milk—something exotic, delicious. With how green you'd be on the outside, I'd bet it's watermelon—sweet and juicy, just like you. Especially with that pretty pink and red pussy of yours and fuck, I'd drink every drop, savoring how unique my little cow is."

Her eyes widened, a flush of excitement spreading across her face as his words sank in, her pussy clenching with a surge of heat. "Oh—master, you're so naughty!♡~" She gasped, her voice trembling with lust and adoration as milk poured from her breasts, spurred by his teasing. "Watermelon milk—God, that's so wild, but knowing you'd love it makes me so fucking wet!♡~"

He chuckled, his hands squeezing her breasts harder, milk spraying wildly as he pressed his chest against her side, kissing a trail up her neck.

"Fuck, Nina—I can't believe that bastard husband of yours ever left you." He said, his lips lingering on her jaw, his breath hot against her skin. "He's missing out on this—milking these amazing tits, feeling them spill like this. They're a goddamn gift—perfect, full, leaking just for me."

"...I want to fuck you right here, milk you while he watches—let him see the ecstasy he abandoned, the pleasure he'll never taste again."

Nina's breath hitched, a flicker of frustration crossing her face as she leaned into him, her milk flowing thicker under his relentless tugging.

"No—master, please." She whimpered, her voice a desperate, loving plea as she pressed her forehead against his, her eyes shimmering with need. "I don't want him—I don't want any other man seeing me like this, naked and leaking for you."

"...You're the only one I'd ever let touch me, fuck me—God, I'd die before letting anyone else have this."

He paused, his hands stilling for a moment as he cupped her face, his thumbs brushing her cheeks tenderly before resuming his milking, tugging her nipples with a possessive pull that made her moan.

"Then we'll make it even better, my sweet cow." He said, kissing her nose softly, then her lips, a gentle tease before pulling back. "I'll fuck you senseless, milk you dry, and if he dares watch, I'll dig his fucking eyes out after—leave him blind so he'll never see what's mine again. Just you and me, Nina—my perfect, leaking goddess."

Her eyes flared with arousal instead of fear, the dark promise igniting a wild heat in her core as milk gushed from her breasts, the bucket trembling beneath the flood.

"Oh—master, fuck, that's so hot!♡~" She gasped, her voice breaking with passion as she surged forward, her lips crashing into his in a deep, hungry kiss.

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

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"Squelch!♡~ Glug!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Squish!♡~"

Their tongues tangled, tasting the faint sweetness of milk and sweat, her moans vibrating against his mouth as his hands kept milking her, fingers tugging and squeezing with a loving fervor, milk splashing around them in creamy streaks.

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

Camila, watching from her perch beside them, felt a spark of playful jealousy flare in her chest—she wasn't about to be left out.

"Hey—don't hog him, Nina!" She purred, her voice a sultry taunt as she crawled closer, her plump breasts brushing Nina's, milk dripping into the bucket as she joined them. "I want in on that kiss—master's too fucking delicious to share with just you!"

She leaned in, her lips finding Kafka's, then Nina's, and soon all three mouths overlapped in a naughty, decadent dance—tongues sliding against each other, lips brushing and sucking in a messy, passionate tangle.

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

Camila's tongue flicked against Kafka's, then darted to tease Nina's, their breaths mingling in a steamy haze as milk sprayed from both their breasts under his relentless hands.

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

Kafka's fingers worked in tandem—tugging Camila's velvety nipples with firm pulls, coaxing her creamy jets, while squeezing Nina's firm breasts with a tender intensity, drawing out her thick, velvety streams.

"Plop!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Splat!♡~ Slosh!♡~"

Their milk mingled in the bucket, splashing against the sides as it rose higher, while Camila sucked on Kafka's lower lip, then nipped Nina's, her voice a breathy whisper between kisses. "Fuck—master, you're a god—milking us like this, kissing us like this!♡~ God, I love you, love how you make us spill for you!♡~"

Nina moaned into the kiss, her tongue sliding against Camila's before finding Kafka's again, her lips trembling with adoration. "Yes—master, I love you—love how you take me, fuck, don't stop—milk me, kiss me, I'm yours forever!♡~" She gasped, her milk flowing faster as his fingers twisted her nipples, the bucket shuddering under the combined flood.

Their kisses deepened, a sloppy, loving mess—Kafka's tongue swirling against Camila's, then diving to taste Nina's, their lips overlapping in a frantic, three—way embrace.

Kafka's hands never faltered, milking them with a fierce, loving rhythm—squeezing Camila's plump breasts, tugging Nina's firm ones—until the bucket couldn't hold anymore.

Milk overflowed, spilling over the edges in creamy rivers, streaking the stone around them as their bodies quivered, pressed tight together in their shared ecstasy.

Seeing this, he pulled back from the kiss, milk glistening on his lips, his chest heaving as he looked at them—Camila's wicked grin, Nina's worshipful gaze—both panting, their breasts still dripping faintly, the bucket a testament to their surrender.

"Wow...Look at this, my perfect milk cows." He said, dipping a finger into the overflowing mix, licking it with a groan as he savored their combined taste. "You filled it to the damn brim—my gorgeous, leaking loves and I'm so freaking proud of you for doing such a good job."

He kissed them again, first Camila, then Nina, soft and lingering, sealing their bond as the hot spring pulsed around them, their milk-soaked bodies trembling with the afterglow of their passionate union...