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

I glanced down again, taking in the soft, faint fuzz she'd been so worried about, and couldn't help but smile a little. "Bella, this really isn't a big deal. If it bothers you that much, you could've just used some wax and stripped it all off." I said casually, raising an eyebrow.

Her reaction was immediate—her eyes widened in horror, and she shook her head frantically, her loose hair swishing as she did. "No way! That would hurt so much!" She exclaimed, her voice carrying a mixture of disbelief and dread. "I'm not putting hot wax down there, Daddy...Are you crazy?"

I chuckled at her dramatic response, the corners of my lips quirking up into an amused grin. "You know, shaving and cutting yourself sounds a lot worse." I said pointedly, my tone playful but laced with genuine concern. "At least with waxing, it's one quick pull, and you're done. No risk of nicks or anything like that."

Bella hesitated, chewing on her bottom lip for a moment before glancing away, clearly embarrassed. "That's...That's why I'm asking you to help." she admitted quietly, her voice soft, almost coy. "So nothing like that happens again."

Her words caught me off guard, and I let out a reluctant sigh, running a hand through my hair.

"You really know how to get someone into awkward situations, you know that?" I muttered, though there was no real annoyance in my tone. Just a resigned sort of amusement.

Bella peeked up at me through her lashes, offering a small, almost mischievous smile. "You said you've got this, remember?" She murmured, her voice carrying a hint of teasing now, like she was daring me to back out.

I sighed again, more for effect than anything else, already knowing I wasn't about to refuse her, also because I couldn't even if I wanted to because of the request that was given. "Yeah, yeah." I said with a shake of my head. "Fine. Let's just get this over with before you start regretting asking me."

I then reached for a small cup, filling it with warm water from the tap. The steam from the water added a layer of intimacy to the already charged atmosphere of the bathroom.

I glanced at Bella, her pale skin almost luminescent under the soft bathroom light, her vulnerability laid bare in a way that made my heart beat a little faster.

"Alright, let's make this as comfortable as possible." I murmured, trying to keep my voice steady. I positioned myself closer, the warmth of her body mingling with the heat from the water.

I held the cup over her, my eyes tracing the gentle curve of her hips down to the delicate area now bared to me. And as I poured the warm water over her, I watched with a mix of awe and desire.

The liquid cascaded down, starting at the soft mound where the faint fuzz lay, like a gentle waterfall over her pale, delicate skin. Each drop seemed to dance on her, the warmth of the water making her skin flush slightly, enhancing the natural pinkness of her inner thighs.

The water flowed in rivulets, tracing the contours of her vagina. It moved down the center, parting around the small, hidden bud of her clitoris, making it glisten with a new, inviting sheen.

The sensation seemed to make Bella's breath catch in her throat, her body reacting to the warmth and the gentle pressure of the water. I could see the water pooling slightly at the entrance of her pussy before it continued its journey, dripping down between her cheeks, each droplet like a kiss from the warmth itself.

The sight was mesmerizing; the water seemed to highlight every detail, the soft folds of her labia majora parting slightly under the gentle flow, revealing the more delicate, inner labia beneath.

The water glimmered on her, turning the simple act of cleansing into something profoundly sensual. It flowed in a way that made every curve and dip of her anatomy stand out, the contrast between the warm water and her cool skin creating an erotic dance of sensation.

"Mmm!♡~ Hnnn!♡~"

Bella's legs quivered ever so slightly, her body responding to the sensation of the water caressing her most sensitive areas.

I could even see her nipples hardening under her shirt, a clear sign of her arousal, her chest heaving with each breath as if she were trying to hold onto the feeling, prolong it. The water didn't just clean; it seemed to awaken her, every nerve ending coming alive under this gentle, warm touch.

I watched, almost hypnotized, as the last of the water trickled down, leaving her skin gleaming, the soft fuzz now dark and clinging to her skin, accentuating rather than hiding.

"You okay?" I whispered, my voice low, almost a caress in itself.

She nodded, her lips parting slightly, her chest rising and falling more noticeably now. "Y-Yeah, it feels...nice." She admitted, her voice a whisper of desire, her embarrassment forgotten, replaced by the warmth of the water and the heat of the moment.

With the water still dripping gently from her, I reached for a clean, soft towel nearby, dipping it into the warm water that remained in the cup. The towel soaked up the warmth, becoming heavy with it, and I wrung it out just enough to keep it from dripping excessively.

I approached Bella again, her eyes watching me with a mix of anticipation and arousal and then brought the warm, damp towel to her skin, starting just above her fatty mound.

"Ahnnn!♡~ Mmmm!♡~"

The warmth of the towel contrasted with the slight chill of the air, making her skin prickle with goosebumps. I began to gently exfoliate her pussy, my movements slow and deliberate, ensuring every touch was as soft as the towel itself. Discover stories at empire

"Ahhh!♡~ Ohhh!♡~ Mmmm!♡~"

As I rubbed the towel over her, I could feel the curves of her body respond. The fabric glided over her skin, the warmth seeping into her, making her vagina not just clean but sensitized.

"Aughh!♡~ Yeah!♡~ Yes!♡~"

I traced the towel along the outer lips, the texture providing a gentle scrub that made her breath quicken, her legs parting slightly more in response. The pressure was light yet firm, enough to feel but not to hurt, creating a friction that was both soothing and stimulating.

"Aahhh!♡~ Oohhh!♡~ Mmmmh!♡~"

I then moved the towel in small, circular motions over her clitoris, the fabric catching and releasing, creating a rhythm that had Bella's hips subtly moving in time.

Her pussy, already sensitive from the water's caress, now seemed to pulse under my touch. Her reactions were visceral; her face flushed a deeper shade of pink, her lips parting as soft moans escaped her, sounds of pleasure that echoed in the quiet of the bathroom.

"Ohhh!♡~ Aahhh!♡~ Mmmm!♡~"

The towel then slipped between her labia, the warmth and texture stirring her further. Each pass of the towel was like a whisper of touch, a promise of more.

Bella's eyes were half-lidded, her gaze locked on me with a mix of vulnerability and desire. She was clearly turned on, her body language speaking volumes of her arousal. Her fingers gripped the edge of the counter, her knuckles white, her breathing ragged as every stroke with the towel seemed to stoke the fire within her.

Emotionally, she was a whirlpool of sensations. There was embarrassment at first, but that had melted away under the care and attention, replaced by a burgeoning confidence in her own sexuality.

She felt cherished, the intimacy of the act making her feel seen and desired in a way that was both comforting and exhilarating.

The physical pleasure was undeniable, sending waves of warmth through her body, but there was also a deep emotional connection, a trust that transcended the physical act.

I couldn't help but laugh softly, breaking the tension with a playful remark. "Bella, it's like I'm trying to sweep the ocean—no matter how much I wipe, this little slit just keeps getting covered in your sticky fluid."

Bella's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, the embarrassment mixing with her undeniable arousal. She tried to laugh it off, but the quiver in her voice gave away how turned on she was. "Daddy, stop it!~" She murmured, but her protest was weak, more a plea than a command.

I continued, wiping over her pussy again, the towel now slick with her love juice. Each time I passed the towel over her slit, it would come away wetter, her body responding to the stimulation despite the embarrassment.

It was like a cycle; clean, wet, clean, wet. Her clit was swollen now, peeking out from between her labia, each brush sending little shivers through her.

"Unghh!♡~ Yes!♡~ Ohhh!♡~"

"Look at this." I chuckled, showing her the damp towel, the evidence of her arousal clear. "You're making my job impossible here." I teased, my tone light but my eyes full of affection.

Bella hid her face with her hands, the mix of embarrassment and pleasure playing across her features. "I can't help it." She admitted, her voice muffled by her hands, her legs trembling slightly from the continuous stimulation.

I wiped again, slower this time, savoring how each stroke made her react, her hips lifting slightly off the counter, seeking more of the touch. The fluid was sticky, making the towel cling to her skin, pulling at her sensitivity with each movement.

"Mmm!♡~ Ohh!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Uhhh!♡~"

"It's like I'm trying to mop up a fountain." I said, my voice lowering as I watched her, the playful teasing giving way to a deeper, more intimate tone. "But I guess that's part of the fun, isn't it?"

Her embarrassment was palpable, yet there was a thrill in this vulnerability, in being seen in such an intimate state. She peeked at me through her fingers, her eyes wide with a cocktail of emotions—embarrassment, desire, and a hint of mischief.

"Squelch!♡~ Drip!♡~ Gloop!♡~ Splat!♡~"

Each time I wiped, it was as if I was drawing more of her essence out, the act becoming more about the connection than just cleaning. Bella's breath was coming in shallow gasps now, her body no longer fighting the tide of her arousal but surrendering to it.

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

Her love juice was a testament to her body's response to my touch, to the trust and intimacy we shared in this moment.

"I can't keep going like this, Bella; you keep getting wetter." I said with a mock sigh, a grin tugging at the corners of my mouth. "I think we need to let all that fluid out first."

Before Bella could even begin to process my words, I moved with intent. My fingers found her entrance, and without further ado, I began to finger her aggressively...