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

"A mark on my body?" Camila immediately got up from my embrace in a fright when she heard that I wanted to do something with her body and sat right on top of my lap in a reversed position while looking at me in a wary manner. "...What exactly do you mean by that?"

"And, how exactly would you mark my body?"

She folded her hands on top of one another, which pushed out her snow white cleavage, and looked at me suspiciously, which made it seem like I was getting interrogated by a woman who was sitting right on top of my crotch with her legs in a M-shape, which I had to admit was quite hot and made me feel a little excited.

Especially the way Camila's eyes were looking at me with slight contempt and disdain, like she would teach me a 'lesson' if I said anything inappropriate to her, which just reminded me of why I loved older women who could take care of business when they wanted to so fucking much.

"Come on now, Kafka~...Tell me just how you would mark me as yours, and make me never be able to forget about you." She said with her lips curled up, while looking down at me like she would chop my head off the moment I said anything wrong.

She even nudged her juicy ass on my crotch, like she was urging me to answer her question, since she was curious as to what I had to say.

"I-I don't know...Something simple like a bite mark around the edge of your round areola, which would definitely make you remember just who sunk his teeth into your breasts the other day, when you look at yourself in the mirror." I said while fighting the urge to tear her clothes and rail her on the spot because of the way she was grinding on me.

"Definitely not!" She denied with a strict look on her face and gave me no chance to argue back. "I know that if I let you near my breasts, you'd probably latch onto them like a leech and never let go for your life."

"...N-No I wouldn't." I said nervously as I looked away from her harsh gaze, even though I was sure that I'd be sucking on her tits all day and night if she gave me the chance. "...Then what if you let me grope your ass for a long enough time, till my hands leave blue claw marks on your pale white butt?"

"That should be fine, right?" I asked with a pitiful look on my face that was also returned with a look of disdain from Camila that sent a tingle down my body, which made me think that masochism wasn't all that bad like I thought it was since I was really enjoying getting looked down by Camila like I was a dirty pig.

"What a joke?...Do you really think that I'm going to drop my pants for you, knowing just how much of a horndog you are?" She asked with a grin on her face, like she thought I was joking.

And then, to my pleasure and surprise, she rocked her ass back and forth on my lap, like she was trying to mark her ass's scent onto my crotch, while saying, "The most you're ever going to get from my ass for now is what you're feeling down there right now."

" ...Or is it that you're dissatisfied with what I just said and want me to stop?"

She leaned forward and asked while wiggling her ass around my lap, like she was trying to fit my penis, which was awakening on its own, right in between her chubby buttcheeks.

"N-No, I won't do anything to your butt and totally agree with what you said, so please don't stop!..." I said in a hurry, like I would literally die if she stopped grinding her massive ass onto me.

"I see...I'm glad we could come to an understanding." She said with a haughty chuckle like she found it funny how I looked like I was under her mercy right now, when I was so confident before. And continued to slowly move her hips back and forth as a reward for my honesty.

"If it's not that method, then how else are you going to mark this body of mine as yours?" She said as she dragged her finger from the top of her towering breasts all the way down to the area above her pubic region, like she was tempting me to take her down if I dared.

She then used her other hand to carress her neck, like she was showing off how fragile and slender it was, and asked with a teasing look on her face,

"What about my neck?~ Do you want to kiss me here and mark the entirety of my neck in your lovebites?"

"Can I?!"

I cried out in excitement, completely forgetting the entire purpose as to why I was doing all this.

"No, you can't."

She immediately denied, with a stern look on her face and stopped playing around with her hands, making it obvious that she was enjoying teasing me.

"A kiss on the neck would honestly be fine with me, but I don't want the neighbourhood aunties to see me with hickeys all over my neck when my husband is out of town since they just love to gossip so much."

"...Or at least until I've officially separated from him, so that I won't have to think about saving the family name." She said with an alluring smile on her face while looking right down at me, like she was saying I could kiss her as much as I wanted, anywhere I wanted to, as long as she seperated from her husband which made me want to hunt her husband down this very second and officially make her a widow that needed 'consoling' from the neighbor next door.

"Then, what am I supposed to do??" I asked like an idiot, who let all his blood flow to his brain because of the seductress before him.

"Why are you asking me? Weren't you the one who brought this up?~"

Camila asked while looking down at me with a playful glint in her eyes, which made me realise that I was led off road by Camila's temptation and needed to pull myself together, or else there was a more likely chance of me getting a kiss from a lighting dragon, then me kissing Camila anywhere on her body.

"Then, what about this?..." I said in a firm tone like I had found the perfect solution to our problem, which made Camila raise her eyebrows, curious to know what I had thought of.

"Why don't we use your back as my canvas, where I can leave my mark?"

"My back?" Camila was surprised at my suggestion, as she couldn't think of anything vulgar and lewd about her back, and she looked behind to check her back to see if there was anything I could do that she wouldn't be able to handle.

After seeing that there was nothing wrong with my suggestion, she looked back at me and said,

"Well, I guess there is nothing wrong with you using my back to do whatever you want since it really wouldn't be considered inappropriate if I showed it to you. And there also won't be any problem with any 'mark' you leave behind since that place won't be seen by anyone else other than me."

She agreed to my suggestion just like I wanted her to; by giving her extreme options I knew she wouldn't accept at first and then providing her with a rather tame alternative in the end, she wouldn't mind compared to my other suggestions that were too bold for her.

"But just what are you going to do with my back?" Camila joked around, not understanding what I was trying to do. "Are you going to take a pen and write 'Owned By Kafka' in big, bold letters on my back?"

No, that would be too boring and basic for something that has been specially requested by the Gods.

What I'm about to do right now is much more extravagant and vibrant, which would definitely make Camila understand just how artistic I was with my 'body art'; that involved no paint or dyes and simply used her body as both the canvas and brush to make a beautiful piece of art.