Nathan was still staring at the winged creature in front of him, his breath suspended in the never-ending night air.
But it wasn’t just a creature.
And her eyes... were no longer those of a bird who once shredded the skies with her screams. Now her eyes... were damp. Quiet. As if holding something back for far too long—something finally allowed to be released.
She floated gently, her wings spreading open like hesitant flower petals unsure if they should bloom. Her body glowed faintly beneath the light of the Prunus Vitalis tree, her skin pale like old milk still warm from the udder.
Nathan frowned. "Morvessa...?"
No response. Just that look. The look of someone who knew exactly what she wanted, but pretended not to know how to ask.
Then Nathan noticed—her breathing was quick. Her eyes... too bright.
The half-bird girl with pale breasts was aroused.
"Uh..." Nathan took half a step back. "What’s wrong with you? Just a few hours ago you were raging, ready to kill anyone who touched you. Now... you’re floating in front of me like some main heroine in a dating sim?"
Morvessa didn’t reply. She only tilted her head, slowly, as if waiting for Nathan to realize something he hadn’t yet realized himself.
"Why are you pretending to be innocent like that...? Even talking about white water like it’s nothing..." Nathan muttered, voice more unsettled than angry.
At once, Morvessa’s eyes dimmed. She looked down... and her body floated back. But it wasn’t retreating. It wasn’t normal flying.
Her birdlike talons—usually used to shred enemies or crush metal armor—now gently gripped Nathan’s shoulders.
"What the hell is this..." Nathan barely had time to react before his body lifted off the ground.
He was being taken into the sky.
The night greeted him in silence, and the wind curled softly around his ears. Below, the 100th floor of the Tower looked like a painting stripped of its frame. Still. Empty. But in the air... something lingered.
Nathan looked up. Morvessa wasn’t looking at him. But her grip remained firm. Warm. And between her thighs, he saw the glistening sheen of arousal—her pale slit hungry for contact.
"Why is this happening..." Nathan murmured. "Why now? Why me? You... you didn’t even like being touched before your memory came back..."
But Morvessa kept flying, lifting him higher. Until at last, she reached a tree with a hollow opening—inside, a nest-like space was waiting.
With a sudden twist of her talons, she tossed Nathan into the hole.
Nathan was still holding his fire arm, gripping its long handle like a lifeline—though his mind was far from battle now.
Morvessa flew closer.
Her pale slit was fully visible as she descended right in front of Nathan’s face. No shame. No warning. Just the raw, unfiltered intimacy of someone who had already made a decision before he could even react.
Her breasts, just as pale, looked elegant—like sculptures born from moonlight. But now... her nipples were firm. Tight.
Nathan frowned again, confused. "What do you want from me?"
"Pleasure. The erasure of loneliness. The sensation of sexual fulfillment," Morvessa answered calmly as she landed, walking toward him with a birdlike grace. Her voice was no longer flat—it carried an edge of irritation, like a storm barely restrained.
Nathan was undeniably aroused, but something about Morvessa felt... off. Something wasn’t right.
Nathan kept staring at Morvessa.
His body trembled—not from fear, but from the storm brewing inside him. Something he had long buried beneath bad jokes and daily complaints.
Because the woman before him wasn’t a regular girl. Not a high school crush. Not a Discord buddy who suddenly turned flirty.
She was Morvessa. Half-bird, half-woman, half... survivor of cosmic trauma.
And now she stood there, her pale body glowing faintly, eyes wet—not with shame.
"Nathan..." she whispered, barely audible. "You... don’t want me?"
Nathan swallowed. His body had already reacted the moment he saw the curves of her chest reflecting the tree’s light, like a ripe Prunus Vitali begging to be sucked.
But his heart... his heart was thumping not just from lust.
He raised his fire-weapon. The long handle felt cold in his hand. It was a thing he held for freedom—for release.
The weapon skidded across the nest, lost in branches and leaves.
Nathan stepped forward and embraced Morvessa.
Her body was warm. Unlike before—when it was cold, stiff, distant.
Now she felt like a soul that had finally found a place to rest.
"Are you sure you want this?" Nathan whispered into her ear.
Morvessa didn’t answer.
And that silence... shattered the world.
Then came the tears. Drop by drop on Nathan’s shoulder. Her voice cracked like wings that were never taught how to land.
"Why... why are you asking?" she murmured. "Why won’t you just... touch me, claim me, like the males usually do?"
Nathan didn’t reply. He just held her tighter.
But Morvessa’s body answered—grinding her hips against him, pressing her pelvis to his belly.
Their bodies began to dance. Not to music—but to trauma begging to be rewritten as intimacy.
"Idiot..." Morvessa muttered, pulling Nathan’s head to her chest. "Touch me. I’m not some fragile virgin scared of hands. I’m... a monster."
Nathan touched her chest, brushing softly around the curve of her breast. Her skin was soft—like spring fog lost in a demon’s nest. Her nipple hardened under his fingers, and Morvessa scratched his shoulder—as if her pleasure demanded a price in flesh.
"I’m a monster too..." Nathan whispered, kissing the line of her neck.
Morvessa gasped, her body trembling. "Then don’t say that unless your cock is ready to prove it..."
Nathan just smiled faintly, his lips descending onto her chest—touching, licking, kissing—as if memorizing every scar hidden under her glowing skin.
Morvessa moaned, her limbs clinging to him like a raptor gripping prey. But her moan wasn’t wild—it carried tears. Old wounds warmed by the breath of a man who never knew how to love right, but was still trying.
"Why..." Morvessa whispered again, "why aren’t you rough with me? Why don’t you... break me with the madness in your soul..."
Nathan looked into her eyes.
Deep. Warm. But slow. As if whispering:
"Because I want you to remember this. Not as your last desire... but as the beginning of something absurd, ridiculous... maybe even beautiful."
Morvessa bit his lip. "Then prove it. In this nest. In the last place on Earth that still knows how to feel..."
Their bodies began to press. Nathan’s hands explored Morvessa’s strong yet feminine thighs, while her hands roamed his back—searching for something. Maybe scars. Maybe belief.
The night held its breath.
And in the nest of a giant bird, two broken creatures began to speak one forgotten language:
And Nathan finally understood—he didn’t just want sex tonight.
Morvessa pushed him down with her body, straddling him. Her chin touched his chest.
"You’ll do it, won’t you?" she said, crying softly.
"I... I’m begging you..."
In the hidden chamber beyond the hundredth floor, where light flickered like the last breath of a dying star, Lilith—the Tower Manager—sat alone before a curved panel of living glass.
Her fingers hovered over the projection, eyes locked on the intimate image displayed: Nathan, half-naked, holding Morvessa in his arms. Not with hunger. But with hesitation. A question. A pause. A choice.
Lilith chuckled, one hand gently brushing her cheek.
"My son..." she whispered, her voice a mix of affection and absurd disbelief. "You... you’ve become a man."
The panel pulsed faintly as Nathan spoke the words she had never expected to hear: Are you sure you want this?
Lilith placed a hand on her chest, feeling a warmth that was far too human for a being like her. She leaned back, long legs crossing as her tail coiled gently at her side.
"To ask before you fuck? To choose love over instinct? My darling... you’ve truly evolved," she murmured.
Her eyes glistened, pride blooming in her like a forbidden flower.
"I am proud," she said again, voice trembling with a rare softness. "Proud to be your mother..."
Then her hand drifted lower, hovering over the folds of her silky robe—not out of lust, but emotion. A kind of aching relief. The kind only a mother, a watcher, a voyeur of divine absurdity could feel. Not because she wanted to feel pleasure.
But because he had given it meaning.
Lilith closed her eyes.
"If you keep changing , Nathan... I might fall for you all over again."
A single tear rolled down her cheek.
Then she exhaled—slow, warm, and full of something not even the system could quantify.
Nathan’s fingers traced the curve of Morvessa’s back—slow, reverent, like reading an ancient scripture written on trembling skin.
Their breaths mingled in the still air of the nest.
"Morvessa," he whispered, lips grazing her ear, "what’s really going on with you?"
Her body stiffened for a moment.
The glow of the Prunus Vitalis flickered against her pale skin, highlighting the shimmer of tears on her lashes... and the sheen between her thighs.
She opened her mouth—shaking, fragile.