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

"Nina, you said that the men in your clan used the aggressive nature they had developed to hunt and defend. But what about the woman?...What did they use their innate dominance for?"

Kafka asked as he licked his fingers and rubbed the saliva on top of his fingers onto Nina's nipples—the place that Kafka had been biting, to be exact.

Her nipples didn't start bleeding like Nina wanted them to, but they were still injured to the extent that her purple protrusions had the indents of Kafka's sharp incisors surrounding them.

They seemed like they really hurt and even looked like she developed red scars on her buds like blood was going to seep out at any moment, so Kafka was gently rubbing them with his wet finger to ease the wound he had created.

Nina didn't need such treatment since she actually found the stinging sensation, as if someone had pushed a bunch of acupuncture needles through her areolas, to be quite delectable.

But she still appreciated Kafka's kindness and also really liked the way he was handling her tender nipples like they were baby chicks, so she was fine with whatever he did and was rather more hesitant to answer the question that Kafka had for her.

"Oh, that...Haha." Nina had an uneasy look on her face, like she was really nervous to tell him the answer to his question.

But she knew that Kafka would find out one way or another now that his curiosity was piqued, so she ended up saying with a bashful look on her face, "W-Well, all I can say is that the men used their aggressiveness to fulfil their duties like hunting, labour, and to defend their clan...But women, on the other hand, weren't allowed to do such activities even though we were more than capable of doing so."

"...Rather because our main duty was to give birth to children and raise them up to be fine warriors for the clan, we m-mostly used our dominance to r-reproduce as efficiently and quickly as possible."

Nina said in a voice that was quiet as a mosquito while bowing her head in shame at where her innate wildness came into play.

"So, basically, the women in your clan get a little too excited when it comes to matter in the bed and act like animals in heat to pop out more babies and nourish the clan's population."

Kafka tilted his head and smiled at the discovery he made; that explained exactly why the innocent Nina became so forward and extreme when it came to what happens in the sheets, going as far as to enjoy anal play and even extreme fetishes like biting her flesh until she bleeds, when normally she could barely stop shaking after giving a little kiss.

Nina nodded her head and thanked Kafka in her heart for not making her explain in detail, since it was a rather shameful topic to talk about.

"I'm also just realising it now, but I think that this is also why my mother told me to find a man with a strong and sturdy body when I was young, or else he would suffer in my hands." Nina recalled her mother's words, finally realising why she said such a bizarre statement that puzzled her in the past.

"I-I also think I know why my father would sometimes have scratches and bruises all over his body in the morning."

"He said that he got it from fighting off some critters in the backyard when I asked him...But who've thought that the animal he was fighting was actually my mother herself."

Nina muttered, as her family's secrets were all getting revealed one by one to Kafka's amusement.

"But Kafka!..." Nina suddenly exclaimed and stared at Kafka with a wronged look on her face, like she were judged unfairly. "...It's all because of my ancestor's bloodline that's making me out in this crazy way. I myself am not the pervert you think I am, who wants you to do all sorts of things with me!"

"You have to believe me on this!"

Nina cried out for justice and demanded that the accusations of her innocence be disregarded.

"Of course, I believe you, Nina~...How could my sweet little angel be such a wild person, if not for her family's bloodline?"

Kafka didn't hesitate to accept her words while patting her head to appease her, even though he still thought that Nina had a deviant side to her apart from the lustful desires that came with her blood.

Nina also happily accepted her headpats as her ears flapped around in satisfaction that she wasn't labelled as a pervert anymore.

"As for wanting me to mark your body with blood, let's leave that aside for now...Even though I said that I want to taste every part of your body, blood wasn't on my agenda, so we'll push that desire of yours all the way back."

Kakfa said and decided that he would quickly tame Nina whenever she got a little too crazy with her lustful desires for both his and Nina's sanity. He then continued saying, as he moved her nipples left and right to see if they were truly alright,

"Even though I've technically already marked your body with my bitemarks, I don't feel so good leaving it like this since it looks more like an animal biting you on your sensitive parts than me."

"...So, apart from this, let me do something else to make sure that anyone who sees your breasts knows that you belong to someone else."

Kafka said with a slight smile, and without waiting any further, he dived into Nina's breasts once again.

Nina thought that he was going to start biting into her nipples once again and was getting ready to feel the tingling sensation of her flesh being tortured.

But it didn't go as she thought, as even though Kafka was currently biting her breasts, he wasn't slicing his teeth into her nipples, which had gone quite soft compared to before, and instead bit into her round areolas instead.

Bite~ Nibble~ Bite~

He didn't bite down as forcefully as before, but even that was enough to make Nina clench her fists since her areolas had a much more sensitive layer of skin, which almost felt like buttered silk covering them.

Compared to her tough and rigid nipples that felt like soft leather in one's mouth, her soft areolas were much more delicate and made Kafka feel as if he were biting into a fluffy cloud.

Kafka didn't simply bite into one place like before. He was holding onto her breasts and moving them around like he was constantly searching for the perfect place to bite down and leave a dark mark.

This confused Nina since Kafka was even twisting her breasts at weird angles to bite her areolas the exact way he wanted to. But she wasn't complaining in anyway, as the constant barrage of bites that felt like a knife slicing her chest and the serious look in his eyes as he sucked on and bit her breasts was quite stimulating and turned on quite a bit.

After a minute of making little chomps on her breasts and Nina holding in her whimpers the whole time, Kafka finally lifted his head out of her bossom and stared at her chest with a smile on his face like he was looking at a masterpiece he had created.

Nina was curious as to why he was looking at her breasts like it was some kind of fancy art piece, and she lifted her jugs up to her face to see just exactly what he did.

A look of shock and surprise appeared on her face when she took a look at her purple areolas, which now surprisingly had a few bite marks on them.

But the fact that took her by surprise were not simply the bitemarks, but how they looked, since unlike how the marks on her nipples looked quite rugged and rough, the mark on her areolas looked like they were drawn on her skin with how elegant they looked.

On each areola was a dark line that started from the bottom and curved inwards like a hook or the top part of the '?' mark, excluding the dot at the bottom.

The curvy line that went around her nipples didn't look like they were made by bites and flowed so smoothly that it looked like it was carved onto her purple areolas.

"What's this, Kafka?...Why did you bite me so many times just to create these two swiggly lines on my breasts?"

Nina curiously asked while admiring Kafka's bizzare skills that allowed him to make such pretty-looking marks by simply biting her flesh.

"You can find that for yourself, Nina." Kafka said as he leaned back on the sofa, like he was trying to get a better view of what Nina was going to show him. He then continued saying, "Remember when you pushed your breasts together and made your nipples squish into one another?"

"...Just do the same, and you'll find out the surprise I have for you."

Kafka said with a mysterious smile on her face, which immediately made Nina slap both of her breasts together so hard that they actually created waves of fat and made sure to push her nipples onto one another like two swords clashing, just like Kafka had said.

She then looked down to see her areolas that had combined to form one big mass of purple on her green breasts and finally let out a gasp of disbelief when she took in what she witnessed right below her...