Nathan stared at the tempting Milky Mommy, the upper part of her dress that supported two milk-white cushions looked messy. Her white thighs looked like milk ice cream coated in honey, with a liquid slowly dripping down the inside of her left thigh.
The scent of her body carried something warm and fermented, like milk that had aged inside a goddess’s thigh gap. Nathan couldn’t help but notice the way her weight pressed down on his hips—neither heavy nor light, but perfectly calculated to drive his breath into forbidden corner
Morvessa quickly turned toward the voice, still sitting on Nathan’s private blade. Her pale slit twitched slightly, not expecting the milky mommy to appear right when she was horny.
A glistening thread stretched from her pale entrance to Nathan’s cock-still-covered in pants, invisible to gods but screaming in carnal clarity to all living things below. Her hips shifted unconsciously, grinding him ever so slightly, like her body was arguing with her mind over who deserved to be inside her first.
Her face turned more pale, not from fear—but from shock.
Her lips parted slightly, not to speak—but to exhale the tension trapped in her chest. Her nipples throbbed against the stale Tower air, like they were trying to taste the presence of another woman. It was the kind of instinctual embarrassment that came only when a rival saw you mid-climax.
"Wha... why are you here?" she asked, her brows furrowed.
Lilith didn’t answer right away.
She stepped closer slowly, her body’s scent spreading like a pleasant nightmare mist.
Her dress was torn, her hair messy, and her expression still glowing like someone who had just woken from a cosmic wet dream.
"I came because you looked confused, darling," Lilith said with a smile toward Morvessa.
"And because I thought... maybe you two need a little help to make the game more fun~"
Nathan remained silent. His eyes were wide.
He could feel the warmth between Morvessa’s legs sink deeper into his own nerves. The pressure of her body above him wasn’t just physical—it was pleading. Her core pulsed softly against his clothed groin, as if trying to memorize the shape of what she hoped would make her a mother.
His body froze beneath Morvessa, who still hadn’t moved.
His breath was short. He didn’t know if this was real or just an absurd dream.
Morvessa clenched her jaw.
"I’m not ’playing’, Lilith. I’m serious. I asked him... to make me a child."
Her voice was low, but it was clear—she crouched like a falcon ready to fight over a mate. Her pale breasts with hardened nipples slowly lifted.
Even while speaking from her heart, her hips refused to stay still. They twitched with soft betrayal, clinging to the sensation of having someone beneath her. Her body was leaking meaning that her words couldn’t say. Nathan’s breath hitched when her thigh rubbed his again—intentional or not, it didn’t matter.
The air grew tense, like Nathan’s dick that had been pressed against the pale slit this whole time.
Lilith stopped. Her smile turned gentle.
"Oh, Morvessa... I know. You’re not the type of girl who begs to be satisfied. You’re a creature who knows loneliness."
Morvessa clenched her hand over Nathan’s chest.
"Yes. I know he’s human. I know this doesn’t make sense."
She took a deep breath.
"But I only want one thing. A descendant. Someone... I can hold. Someone I can call my child. Someone who’ll stay when everything else is gone."
Her wings, connected to her arms, wrapped around her own body, covering the pale breasts and the wet pale slit.
Lilith exhaled softly.
She looked at Nathan, still unmoving, then back at Morvessa.
"What a pity..." she said.
Lilith folded her arms over her chest, her expression now half-bitter, half... sympathetic.
"Nathan’s body, no matter how strong he’s been in the Tower, isn’t yet capable of producing a seed strong enough to fertilize a womb like yours."
Lilith turned to him, a small smile at the corner of her lips.
"Your seed, Nathan... for now, at best, can only fertilize plants."
Nathan’s private glock twitched from beneath his pants as if offended by the statement. There was an aching irony—being painfully hard, yet biologically useless. The contrast between his swollen lust and cosmic infertility made him feel like a joke written by horny gods who never learned how to raise children.
Nathan slowly lifted his head.
"...My sperm... is only for gardening?"
"And the garden’s really beautiful, you know," Lilith chimed in, as if giving praise.
"The Crystal Banafruit grew twice as much. Fertile. Soft. Aromatic."
Morvessa looked down.
Her wings calmed again.
They slowly fell behind her back.
Her lips trembled a bit.
Instead... disappointment.
A single drop of her arousal dripped onto Nathan’s pants again, warm and slow like honey melting over altar stones. She didn’t even notice. But Nathan did. Every drop she lost felt like an accusation—like her body was asking, "If not him, then who?" And there was no one else around.
"Then..." she whispered.
"I’ll still be alone."
Her eyes didn’t look at anyone.
Not Nathan. Not Lilith.
Only at the empty space—where hope usually goes.
Nathan looked at her.
He wanted to speak, but his tongue felt heavy.
He just realized the pain wasn’t from being rejected by a woman,
but from knowing that his body... wasn’t even worthy to become a father.
And in the middle of that absurd silence—
Lilith stepped closer.
She knelt beside Morvessa,
touching her cheek with a hand that was cold and warm at the same time.
The moment Lilith’s fingers met Morvessa’s skin, a faint static danced across her thighs. Her breath caught. For a second, her body didn’t know who it was responding to—Nathan beneath her or the sultry warmth now beside her. It was too much attention. And not enough release.
"Calm down, Sweetheart..."
Lilith’s voice this time carried no teasing. No mockery.