LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 600: I Want Tiny Versions Of You
The night had stretched late, the hot spring's steamy glow casting a soft shimmer over the scene as Abigaille and Camila lay beside the pool, their naked bodies entwined in a gentle, exhausted embrace.
They slept soundly on the stone floor, a damp towel folded beneath their heads as an pillow, their faces etched with satisfied, tired smiles—proof of the relentless passion they'd endured. Their skin glistened with sweat and traces of milk, utterly bare and vulnerable, their curves pressed together in a comforting hug.
Kafka had clearly worked them to their limits; their battered pussies told the tale—Camila's pale folds red and swollen, Abigaille's darker ones bruised a deep purple, both still leaking his thick, white cum in slow, glistening trails that pooled beneath them on the floor.
Across the pool, Nina—who'd fainted from a single thrust earlier—had awoken from her collapse, her senses returning just as the others succumbed to exhaustion.
Now, she lounged in the hot spring with Kafka, the warm water lapping at their naked bodies as they leaned back against the edge, relaxing in the soothing heat.
Her green-tinged skin shimmered faintly under the water, her long, pointed ears peeking through her damp hair as she spread her legs slightly, her fingers parting her pussy with a pouty, pitiful frown, like a child showing off a scraped knee.
"Kafka, look at this your dick spread me so much it hurts a little!" She whined, her voice a soft complaint as she nudged her hips up, water rippling around her. "I feel like it's gotten looser—I mean, it's not supposed to be this big, right?"
She spread her folds wider, revealing a slightly larger hole, her expression full of dismay and playful sulk as she looked at him with wide, pleading eyes.
Kafka chuckled, leaning closer with a teasing grin, his tone consoling as if humoring a fussy toddler.
"Oh, poor Nina—did my big, bad cock stretch you out that much? Come on, let me see—show me your little pussy so I can check if it's really so terrible." He reached out, his hand dipping into the water as she nudged her hips forward, her pout deepening.
She complied, lifting her pelvis slightly above the water's surface, her green skin glistening as she spread herself for him.
"Here—look at it." She huffed, her voice trembling with a childish edge. He slid his fingers along her slick folds, parting them gently before pushing one inside, sliding it in and out with a slow, testing rhythm. "See? It's different now—bigger."
She insisted, her pout growing as she watched him.
He tilted his head, his finger moving slowly as he felt her walls, his voice warm and reassuring.
"Hmm, doesn't feel any different to me, Nina—you're as tight as always. Still gripping me just fine—nice and tight." He grinned, pulling his finger out with a playful flick, water splashing lightly.
Nina's pout deepened, her ears twitching as she crossed her arms, her voice rising in a stubborn whine. "No, it's not like that at all! I can feel the difference—it's looser, and it's all your fault, Kafka! You and that huge thing—you've ruined me!"
He laughed, leaning back with a mischievous smile, his hand resting on her thigh as he teased her. "Well, I can't exactly do anything about it, can I? My dick's just too big and it's not like I can shave the sides off to make it smaller for you." He winked, his tone light but edged with flirtation. "If you don't like it that much, you could always abstain—no one's forcing you to take it."
Her face flushed a deeper green, her eyes widening as she flailed her hands in a flustered panic.
"No—not at all! I didn't mean that!" She stammered, her voice rising with urgency as she grabbed his hand, clutching it tight. "I want your dick—I really do! I don't want Abigaille and Camila to be the only ones sharing it—I want it too!"
"...I don't even mind if my pussy gets loose, as long as I get you—I mean it!"
She hugged his hand to her chest, her pout softening into a shy, adoring smile as she pressed her cheek against his fingers.
Kafka's grin widened, his heart softening at her adorable outburst as he leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"You're too cute, Nina. I can't resist you when you're like this." He murmured, his voice tender as he brushed a strand of wet hair from her face, his thumb stroking her cheek.
Nina giggled softly, her gaze drifting across the pool to where Abigaille and Camila slept, their exhausted forms a striking sight against the stone.
"Look at them over there." She said, her voice a quiet marvel as she nudged Kafka's arm. "You really worked your best on them, didn't you? Pushed them right to their limits. They look completely worn out, like they've been through a battle."
"...I mean, just look at how battered they are—it's like they walked through a battlefield."
He followed her gaze, a proud smirk tugging at his lips as he admired the sleeping pair, their bruised pussies still leaking his cum in slow, sticky trails.
"That's what they wanted, Nina, I was just satisfying their desires." He said, his voice full of satisfaction. "They begged for it, wanted me to fuck them senseless, and I did."
"...And look at their faces, though, see those satisfied smiles? They're happy as can be, dreaming sweet dreams after getting exactly what they craved."
Nina tilted her head, studying them closer, and nodded slowly, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks.
"You're right—they do look happy. Those smiles...They're so peaceful, even after all that." Her eyes lingered on their leaking pussies, her blush deepening as she bit her lip, her voice dropping to a shy whisper. "Um, Kafka...If I feel this loose after just one time with you, I can't imagine how they must feel after so many rounds. Their pussies look so...used."
He chuckled, his hand sliding back into the water to rest on her thigh, his voice warm with amusement.
"I don't know exactly how they feel—they still seem as tight as always to me, honestly. But my mother's told me before that her pussy feels like it's molded to the shape of my cock, like it's reshaped itself just for me....So maybe there's some change after taking me so much."
He grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief as he watched her flush deepen.
Nina's ears twitched, her hands flying to her cheeks as she squeaked, her voice a flustered stammer.
"Molded to your cock? Oh—does that mean mine's going to do that too? Is my pussy going to change shape because of you?" Her wide eyes darted to her lap, then back to him, embarrassment and curiosity swirling in her gaze.
Kafka laughed, his hand slipping between her legs again, his finger brushing her folds as he slid it inside with a slow, teasing thrust.
"Even if it does, Nina, it doesn't matter—hell, it's a good thing." He said, his voice dropping to a playful murmur as he fingered her gently, water rippling around his hand. "Think about it—when you give birth to our kids someday, a little stretch down there's gonna help."
"...Honestly, I can't see a baby's head fitting through that tight little hole you've got otherwise—it's way too snug right now."
Nina gasped, her body tensing at the sensation of his finger, a shiver of pleasure running through her despite her attempt to stay composed.
"Kafka!" She huffed, her voice full of delight and indignation as she slapped his hand away, her cheeks burning. "Stop saying such naughty things that involve our children!"
She then looked up at him with wide, tender eyes, her voice softening to a dreamy whisper.
"Babies...With wonderful eyes like yours. I can't wait to see them, Kafka—I want to know what they'll look like, holding them in my arms."
Her gaze drifted, lost in the thought, then snapped back to him with a curious tilt of her head.
"What do you think they'll look like? We're so different—you're human, and I'm a tree-fairy with this green skin and long ears. Will they look more like you, all soft and pink, or more like me, with little green tints and pointy ears? What would you prefer?"
Kafka paused, his dark eyes eyes drifting to the rippling water as he thought for a moment, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He then turned to her, his expression warm and unguarded.
"Honestly, Nina, I wouldn't mind either—whether they're as green as you or as pale as me, they'd still be our children, ours alone, and that's what matters most...No matter how they look, I'd love them just the same."
Her heart swelled at his words, a bright smile breaking across her face as she leaned closer, her ears perking up with joy. She thought to herself how rare it was to find someone like him a man who didn't care about the race of his child, who saw beyond the divides that so many clung to in this world.
It was a quiet, profound acceptance that made her love him even more, a love that felt like roots sinking deeper into her soul.
"You're amazing, Kafka...So damn loveable and amazing." She murmured under her breath, her voice barely audible as her chest warmed with gratitude.
He then tilted his head, catching the glint in her eyes, and added with a playful grin.
"But if I had to choose...I'd pick little tree-fairy babies, hands down. Tiny versions of the woman I fell so hard for, I mean, how could I not want that?"
His voice softened, laced with blatant affection as he reached out, brushing his fingers along her cheek.
"They'd look just like you—adorable and cute, with that feisty attitude of yours and those long ears I can't stop playing with."
He tugged gently at one of her ears, his touch teasing as she squirmed, her fluster only making her smile wider.
Nina's heart raced, thudding so fiercely she could feel it in her throat, his words a sudden, overwhelming proposal of love that set her aflame.
"Kafka!" She squeaked, her voice trembling with delight as she swatted his hand away, her ears twitching under his playful grasp. "You're too much—saying things like that! Little me's running around—oh, I'd love them so much too, especially if you'd love them like that."
Her green eyes shimmered with happiness, her whole body buzzing with the joy of his adoration.
Seeing her excitement, he pulled her closer, his arm wrapping around her waist as he gazed down at her, his gentle smile softening his rugged features.
"I'd adore them, Nina—those little fairies with your spark, your ears, your wild spirit. I can just imagine the look of happiness on your parents' faces when they first saw you as a baby—all green and fierce, kicking up a storm."
"...I want that too, to feel that same rush, bringing a little version of you into this world."
Her joy overflowed, too big to contain, and she lunged forward, hugging him tightly with a sudden, fierce embrace, her bare breasts pressing against his chest as water splashed around them.
"Kafka, you can't say things like that!♡~" She cried, her voice breaking with emotion as she peppered his face with kisses—his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, his lips—each one a burst of love she couldn't hold back. "You always steal my heart like this—how do you do it?!♡~"
"...I'm so lucky to have found you, I'm never letting you go, ever!♡~ You're stuck with me forever, you hear me?!♡~"
"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"
He laughed, overwhelmed by the onslaught of affection as he tried to push her back, his hands gentle but firm on her shoulders.
"Stop, stop, Nina—it's too much!" He protested, his voice a blend of amusement and exasperation as her kisses rained down, her lips soft and insistent against his skin.
Hearing this, she pulled back just enough to pout at him, her arms still locked around his neck as she pressed herself closer, her voice a stubborn whine.
"It's not too much at all! I want to give you all the love in the world—you deserve it, and I'm not stopping!"
She dove back in, kissing his jaw, his chin, her giggles mingling with his reluctant chuckles as he surrendered, letting her shower him with adoration, his hands resting on her hips as he accepted her relentless affection.
"Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Sip!♡~"
Their playful tussle stretched on, the water rippling with her fervor, until Kafka's laughter faltered, a sudden thought flickering across his face. He stilled, his hands tightening on her waist as he murmured.
"Wait—shit, I totally forgot why I came here tonight...It hit me when I mentioned your parents just now."
Nina blinked, her kisses pausing as she pulled back, confusion clouding her bright eyes.
"What? Why you came here?" She asked, her voice tilting with curiosity as she tilted her head, her mind racing. Her late parents—why would they be tied to his visit?
But before she could voice her question, Kafka disentangled himself from her embrace and rose from the hot spring, water cascading off his muscular frame as he stepped onto the stone.
"Hold on—wait here." He said, his voice quick with purpose as he glanced back at her. "I've got something for you—a gift I meant to give you all along. Just stay put, alright?" He padded off, leaving her alone in the water, her heart fluttering with surprise.
"A gift?" She murmured to herself, her lips curling into a soft smile as she sank back into the spring, the warmth soothing her swollen, tender body. She wasn't expecting anything today—not a trinket, not a token.
But the thought of Kafka giving her something, anything, made her giddy. Even if it were a grain of sand, she'd treasure it, because it came from him—the man she loved more than words could hold.
She splashed the water playfully, her hands swirling as she daydreamed about their future—little green babies with his eyes, their laughter filling a home they'd build together, her mind a whirl of tender, hopeful visions...