God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem

"Goddammit, Nina...I haven't even taken your underwear off, and I can already smell how wet you are."

Kafka said with quinted eyes when a sweet and sour fragrance assailled his nose after he took in a whiff of the wet pussy right in front of him that was showing its puffy outline through her underwear that stuck onto her skin.

"Don't make fun of me, Kafka~ It's already embarrassing as it is to be standing like this in front of you~" Nina pleaded while playfully pulling on his hair from above as a punishment for teasing her.

She also had enough confidence after everything that had happened between them that there wasn't anything that Kafka wouldn't like about her, so this comment, which would've offended any women out there, didn't bother Nina at all.

"A-And how long are you going to keep staring at my crotch like that?" Nina said in a coy manner when she saw Kafka admiring the two lips that were pushing out of her underwear and the little dot on top that looked like a button. She then gulped as she felt his gaze penetrate through her clothes and said, "When are you actually going to take my underwear off and clean whatever is on the inside?"

"Oh, it looks like someone is looking forward to me licking your insides clean..."

Kafka's lips curled up as he looked up at Nina, who had a glint of enthusiasm in her eyes at what was coming up.

Nina also confirmed what Kafka was going to do her, which was exactly what Nina thought that the pervert under her was going to do when he made her stand right above her with her crotch right in front of her face.

She thought that she would be abashed if her thoughts actually came true and that she would probably run away, as there was no way she could handle something as embarrassing as someone eating her insides out.

But unexpectedly, a primal lust formed inside of her when she heard how her leaking pussy was going to be treated, and she got turned on instead, wanting Kafka to tear her underwear off and run his tongue along her pussy without waiting a second longer.

"So, what if I am, Kafka?" Nina boldly proclaimed as she lovingly stroked his fluffy black hair that she loved running her hands through.

She then pushed her crotch a little forward until the little protrusion on top of her soaking underwear was brushing his nose and said with a lustful gaze in her eyes, "What's wrong with a wife wanting her husband to help her clean up with a little 'accident' she had?"

"If I had any other husband in the world, I wouldn't even bother asking, as most of the men in this world wouldn't even dare help their wives with cleaning up their own house, not to mention clean up the mess their wives made underneath." Nina said with a look of disdain in her eyes as she looked down on the so-called 'husbands' of this world.

But when she looked down at Kafka, who was a little surprised at how assertive she was at the moment, the mockery in her eyes disappeared and was replaced with a tender gaze in her bright, verdant eyes as she said, "But luckily I have you, Kafka...A gentleman who always puts his women's needs before his and is always at her call, treating her like his very own queen."

"So with such an amazing husband by my side, how could I possibly refuse when he offers to clean me out by running his tongue along my slobbering wet pussy?" Nina concluded as she gently rubbed the soft little protrusion on the tip of Kafka's nose on her own. "Wouldn't I be missing out on a god-given opportunity if I did?"

Kafka was rather impressed with how into her role as a horny wife Nina was at the moment, almost as if she had already spent years with him as a passionate married couple.

He also knew that he couldn't let someone as inexperienced as her step over him when it came to such matters, so he decided to put his game face on and join the act Nina was putting on.

"So, my wife wants me to take her underwear off and lick her clean down here, huh?" Kafka slowly said as he ran his finger along the wet ridge in between her two lips that felt like wet silk.

"Hmm!♡~ Y-Yes, Kafka!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ I do!♡~"

Nina whimpered as he felt his cold fingers stroking the area of her pussy that wasn't covered by her smooth green skin but rather an exposed layer of tissue that was as pink as cotton candy.

"But as the gentleman she proclaimed me to be, don't I have to ask the 'little lady' below permission before I strip her clothes off?...Who knows she might be a little shy and doesn't want me to see her naked flesh at all?"

Kafka treated Nina's wet pussy like it was another person and even stroked it's lips tenderly like he was coaxing it to allow him to take it's clothes off.

"Hnnn!♡~...M-My pussy...N-No, my 'little lady' really is quite shy, look you said, and wouldn't normally e-expose herself to any man that comes knocking..." Nina followed along with Kafka as she felt her pussy turn stuffy from the way Kafka was running the tip of his fingers along the outer line of her lips.

"...But when she saw such a handsome boy come along to see her, she couldn't help but get a little excited, and like the little girl she is who makes messy decisions when she's in love, she said she'd allow you to see her naked flesh if you gave her a kiss first."

"A kiss where?...The little button up here that's been poking out this whole time like it wants to see the outside world." Kafka said as he pushed his finger into Nina's tiny clitoris that didn't have any strength to resist at all and folded into her pussy.

"Ahhh!♡~ N-No, that place!♡~ Ahh!♡~"

"Or the hole down here that's probably as deep as a cave."

Kafka slid his hand down her slit, which dragged along some of the juices in the fabric of her underwear until he reached what seemed to be the bottom of the ravine.

He then pushed into what seemed to be a dent in her pussy, which surprisingly made an inch of his finger enter into her body.

"Aughhh!♡~ Ohh!♡~ Ohhh!♡~"

His finger didn't stop because there wasn't anymore space in the hole he found, but because the fabric blocking his way didn't allow his finger to go in any further.

The cloth covering her pussy also sank into the wet hole along with his finger, which meant that it had partly revealed her two green puffy lips that were on the sides.

An inch deeper, and Kafka would've been able to see her pussy in its entirety and even the velvety flesh he was plunging his hand into. But unfortunately, this was all he could do before he got permission from the 'little lady'.

"W-Why are you asking this question again, Kafka?!♡~ Nnnn!♡~" Nina looked down and gasped at the sight of a part of Kafka's finger disappearing into her body. "Just kiss both of them like you always do!♡~ Hnnn!♡~"

"The 'little lady's' words are my command."

Kafka said in a knightly manner and brought his face closer to Nina's lower lips, which were even more plump than her actual lips.

Kiss~

He first laid his lips on the tiny little protrusion that was on the top of her aching pussy and nibbled it between his lips like it was peanut. His lips could barely hold onto the little mound poking out because of the cloth in between, but that was still more than enough for Nina to feel her clit get squeezed on by a pair of lips.

"Ahh!♡~ Yes, Kafka!♡~ Ahnnn!♡~ R-Right there!♡~ Hmm!♡~"

Kafka then moved his lips that were covered in Nina's fluids onto the hole below to give her the second kiss Nina wanted. But when he reached that spot, he was amused by the sight of that very hole moving through her clothes.

Twitch~ Twitch~

It didn't make any drastic movements like her asshole was doing right now after her clit got teased. But it was still twitching like the insides of Nina's vaginal walls were contracting from the pleasure.

Kafka simply smiled at how reactive Nina's body was, showing interesting reactions to everything he did, and kissed that tiny hole as well.

"Ahnn!♡~"

Nina let a little squeel when she felt her hole feel Kafka's cold lips as well, which immediately made her thighs go stiff and made her toes curl up.

While Nina was going through the symptoms of an electric shock only in the lower half of her body while having a flushed look on her face that looked so enticing at the moment, Kafka, who had finally gotten permission from the 'little lady', had already pulled her wet panties down to her ankles and was staring at her naked lower lips in a daze.

Kafka had already seen a part of her bare vagina when he had pulled her underwear aside and had even felt the wetness of her flesh through her cloth.

But it was only after pulling her underwear and gazing at the green lips before him did he fully understand their beauty that was covered by a layer of her vulgarness...