God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 612: A Fate Worse Then Death

Kafka's voice was warm, coaxing, but the memory of his earlier darkness made them hesitate, their hands clasped tight as they stepped forward, still a little scared.

Seeing them hesitate, he patted his lap, his grin widening.

"Sit down...Both of you."

Seeing him call them in a caring manner, they finally gave in as they moved to him and settled onto his thighs—Abigaille's plush ass on one side, Bella's slender frame on the other their skin hot against his.

He hugged their waists, pulling them close with a possessive ease, his hands slipping beneath their pants and skirt, fingers finding their wet pussies with a slow, sensual tease.

Abigaille gasped, Bella whimpered, and he leaned in, biting Abigaille's ear gently as he murmured,

"Who do you belong to, Mom? Hmm?...Tell me who's this sexy body devoted to?"

Abigaille flushed, her breath hitching as his fingers curled inside her, her voice trembling with flustered heat.

"W-What, Kafi, you—"

But he only repeated himself, his tone firmer, teasing but commanding.

"Who do you belong to? Who owns this gorgeous, curvy body—every inch of it? Name the person you've given your whole existence to, right now."

Her cheeks burned, arousal flooding her as his fingers thrust deeper, but she surrendered, her voice a loving, elaborate confession.

"You, Kafi, you, my son. I belong to you—heart, body, soul. This this body, every curve, every part...it's yours. I love you so much, more than anything. Without you, I'd be lost and empty. You're my everything, and always will be."

Her words poured out, raw and adoring, her eyes shining as she leaned into his touch, her folds clenching around his fingers.

Hearing her reply, he kissed her cheek, a satisfied hum in his throat. "Good girl."

Then his gaze shifted to Bella, his fingers teasing her clit as he grinned, "And you, Bella—who's your daddy? Who's this perfect, maturing body belong to? Tell me."

Bella's breath caught, her hips bucking as she flushed, her voice a fervent echo of Abigaille's.

"You, Daddy...you're my daddy, no one else. This body, it's yours, all of it...No one else can touch me, ever—just you. I love you so much—you're my whole world, my reason to breathe."

Her confession spilled out, passionate and possessive, her eyes locked on his as she melted under his fingers, her body trembling with devotion.

Kafka's grin widened, his hands working them both—Abigaille's plush curves, Bella's slender frame as he nodded.

"That's right...Good girls, both of you. You know who you belong to." He paused, his voice dropping to a playful, probing murmur. "But what if some man came along—said he wanted you, tried to claim you? What would you do?"

Their response was immediate, frantic, their voices overlapping in a possessive chorus.

"No way!" Abigaille cried, her arms wrapping around him, her breasts pressing against his chest. "You're the only man in my life, Kafi, no one else could ever compare! I'd never go—never!"

Bella nodded, her breasts bouncing as she hugged him tighter, her voice fierce.

"Never, Daddy, you're it, the only one! No other man exists for me—just you, always!"

They clung to him, their bodies molding against his in a desperate, loving embrace, as if he were the center of their universe, their devotion a shield against any threat.

Kafka's grin widened, a deep satisfaction settling in his chest as he savored their words, their warmth enveloping him like a drug.

"That's my girls..."

He murmured, as he cupped their faces, his thumbs brushing their flushed cheeks. He drew them closer, their heads tilting toward each other as he leaned in, capturing both their lips in a single, searing kiss.

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

Their tongues intertwined—a messy, passionate dance of heat and hunger, Abigaille's fervent swirls blending with Bella's eager licks, their breaths mingling as they accepted his love without hesitation, not even caring that their lips brushed each other's in the steamy tangle.

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

The kiss was erotic, consuming, a claim that bound them to him and each other, their soft moans vibrating against his mouth.

Kafka's hands then slid down, fingers slipping beneath their pants and skirt, finding their slick, throbbing pussies with a knowing touch.

"Stroke!♡~ Rub!♡~ Slide!♡~ Glide!♡~ Press!♡

He teased their wetness, stroking their folds as they gasped into the kiss, their bodies trembling under his control.

"Swipe!♡~ Brush!♡~ Slip!♡~ Slick!♡ Swirl!♡~"

Pulling back slightly, his lips curled into a smirk as he murmured. "Damn, feel how wet you are. Seems like you two were real excited, huh? Sucking my cock while I was talking to Mom—pretty perverted, don't you think?"

Abigaille's cheeks blazed, her voice a flustered stammer as she squirmed on his lap.

"K-Kafi! That's not fair—you made us do it!"

Bella nodded, her parted fringe bouncing as she pouted, her tone indignant but shaky.

"Yeah, Daddy, you forced us! Don't pin this on us!"

Kafka chuckled, his gaze dropping to his rock-hard cock, jutting proudly between them, glistening from their earlier attention.

"Oh, I'm not denying it, just look at this thing. I'm just as perverted, gotta admit...Got all worked up watching you two go at it while I was on the phone." His voice dipped, teasing and suggestive. "And since it's obvious we're all a bunch of perverts here, why don't we help each other out?"

"...Strip down, both of you. Get those clothes off and use those pretty pussies to satisfy my cock."

Their blushes deepened, Abigaille's eyes widening, Bella's breath becoming warm, but his command sparked a thrill they couldn't resist.

He patted their butts to urge them—Abigaille's plush curve, Bella's firm roundness with a playful smack, grinning. "Go on...My cock's waiting."

They hesitated only a moment before standing, their hands trembling as they peeled off their clothes, revealing their bodies in the dim light.

Bella's pale skin glowed, her slender frame still blossoming, her well endowed breasts perky and inviting; Abigaille's rich brown curves overflowed, her heavy breasts bouncing, her hips a lush temptation.

The contrast was striking, erotic, and Kafka's cock twitched at the sight.

Abigaille then moved to climb onto him, her thighs straddling his lap, but paused, uncertainty flickering in her eyes as she glanced at Bella, then back at him.

"Kafi...Wait." She said, her voice soft and hesitant. "What about Olivia? Her situation? That man...Is it really alright not to go to the police? I-I'm worried."

Her hands hovered, her naked body tense as the weight of that man's threats lingered.

Kafka's hand found her butt, caressing it with a loving, reassuring stroke, his voice calm but firm.

"It's alright, Mom—trust me. Fate's got this one. That bastard's time is up and he'll get what's coming."

"...For now, just focus on me...on this."

He nodded toward his cock, thick and pulsing, a playful glint in his eyes.

Abigaille exhaled, her worry easing under his touch, and nodded. She climbed onto his lap beside Bella, their movements synchronized as they positioned themselves—legs cast over his thighs, hands braced behind them on the sofa.

And then in a slow, erotic motion, they lowered their pussies to his cock, one on each side, their slick folds enveloping him in a double sumata that was pure heat.

"Gloop!♡~ Squelch!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Splat!♡~"

Abigaille's plump, wet pussy slid up and down one side, her heavy lips hugging his girth, while Bella's tight, tiny cunt pressed against the other, her folds gripping him with desperate need.

"Slosh!♡~ Plop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Schlurp!♡~"

They moved in perfect rhythm, their asses rising and falling in sync, accommodating his massive cock with a practiced ease that betrayed their experience—this wasn't their first time pleasing him like this.

Their eyes met, Abigaille's dark blue gaze locking with Bella's light blue ones, a flush of embarrassment coloring their faces as they realized how exposed they were, how shamelessly they were grinding together.

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

But the shame only fueled their arousal, their pussies soaking his cock as they moaned softly, their coordination a silent will to their shared devotion.

Kafka watched, satisfaction curling his lips as their slick heat coated him, their bodies a living altar to his desire.

And while they slid up and down his cock, he picked up his phone, dialing a number as he leaned back, one hand caressing their backs—Abigaille's smooth curves, Bella's slender spine, while their pussies worked his cock in a steady, erotic grind.

The line immediately picked up, and a woman's voice answered—beautiful, disciplined, composed, like a leader forged in fire.

"Master..." She said, her tone direct and respectful, cutting straight to the point. "What can I do for you?"

Kafka smiled, his fingers tracing lazy circles on Abigaille's hip as he spoke, his voice calm but laced with authority.

"Do you know about the situation where a man is bothering my mother Olivia?...What's the status?"

The woman—Seraphina, the current leader of 'Lesser Demons of Azrael', an ancient assssin family that Kafka had taken over to protect his family—responded instantly, her voice crisp.

"Of course, Master. We've been monitoring that man for weeks. He's a nuisance, but nothing more...If he ever made a move on her, we'd eliminate him without hesitation. No trace, no question."

Her words were cold, clinical, as if killing was a routine task, a mere flick of her wrist.

Seraphina then hesitated, a faint tremor in her tone, as if wary of overstepping.

"We...We considered informing you earlier, Master, but you instructed us not to report every detail about your family—said you didn't want to micromanage. But nonetheless we apologise for not reporting it to you sooner."

Kafka's smile widened, a soft chuckle escaping as he shook his head, his fingers dipping deeper into Bella's pink cave, making her whimper.

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"It's fine, Seraphina...no need to stress. I don't wanna know every little thing—makes me feel like a control freak, and that's not my style. I trust you to keep my family safe, watch their backs. That's enough."

Seraphina exhaled, relief audible, but then his voice turned colder, still smiling but edged with a chilling finality.

"But this guy who's bothering my mother and even has the gall to bring me into his wretched desires...His time has finally come."

"I've heard that my mother, Olivia is a proud woman who likes to care of her responsibilities on her own, so I didn't resolve the issue she had, thinking that she could do it herself and have the satisfaction of doing so...But with what's going on, it's time to step in."

"...Bring him to me tonight. I'd like to deal with him personally."

Hearing this command, Seraphina's voice tightened, a shiver of her own betraying her fear—not of that man, but of Kafka.

She knew what 'personally' meant, knew the depths of his wrath, when provoked since she had seen it personally which was exactly why they were serving him out of pure unadultered fear.

"Of course, Master, I'll do so immediately. My girls are already on him; we can have him within the hour."

"Right...And also do you know if he has some loved one or children he's fond off?" Kafka asked all of a sudden, which caught her off gaurd.

But nonetheless, she still answered saying, "Yes, Master...He has two sons that are just a wretched as him in college with multiple cases on them that primarily consist of sexual assault and coercion."

"Ah, that's perfect...Can you bring those two as well along with their father?"

"Of course, Master, those two aren't too far away from their father since he cherishes them quite a lot and always want to keep them by his side for protection." Seraphina answered even though she had a really bad feeling as why he was bringing his sons along as well. "Where exactly should I bring them all?"

"I'll send an address later." Kafka said, his fingers stroking his mother's ass as she ground harder, her moans soft but desperate. "And one more thing—every girl, except the ones guarding my women directly, I want them to assemble there...On the spot."

Seraphina paused, confusion creeping into her tone. "Every...all of them, Master? That's...may I ask why?"

Her question was cautious, probing, but she knew better than to push too far.

Kafka's grin sharpened, his voice light but unyielding.

"You'll see, just do it. Get it done." His tone left no room for argument, and Seraphina relented, her voice firm despite her unease. "Yes, Master, it'll be done...I'll await your instructions."

The call cut off, the silence heavy with unspoken plans.

Kafka set the phone down, exhaling deeply, but before he could settle back, a request came from the Gods themselves.

Ding~

[The God of War Kaela sends a request: Deal with that man...Give him a fate worse than death.]

[Successfully fulfill the request and gain the Gods satisfaction and approval]

[Fail the given request and get trampled by the God of War Kaela's war chariot and her cosmic elephants leading the charge]

Hearing this, Kafka's lips curled into a dark, satisfied smile, the request aligning perfectly with the storm brewing in his heart.

'I was already planning on doing exactly that anyway.'

He thought, his gaze drifting to Abigaille and Bella, their pussies stroking his cock in a loving, synchronized grind, their bodies a haven of heat and devotion.

"That's it, my girls..."

He murmured, his hands guiding their hips as they moved, Abigaille's hard little bean stroking one side, Bella's tight cunt hugging the other, their wetness coating his with a fresh coat of their love juices that was mixed into one another.

"Keep going...Just like that."

He leaned back, savoring the sight, the night split between their passionate worship and the dark promise of what awaited that wretched man, a reckoning Kafka would deliver with his own hands..