Lilith was still kneeling beside Morvessa.
Her hand still touched the cheek of the pale-skinned, fragile, and horny bird girl, and her eyes now radiated a warmth... that was unusual.
"My dear," she said softly.
"The problem isn’t with you. But with this human—who hasn’t matured enough to satisfy your heavenly body."
Morvessa didn’t respond.
She just stayed silent, but didn’t resist when Lilith pulled her into a hug.
Morvessa’s cheek rested on Lilith’s large breasts, like a baby bird out of energy surrendering to the first warm nest it could find.
The softness of Lilith’s breasts didn’t just comfort Morvessa—it erased time. For a second, she felt like a lost daughter returned to a mother she never had. But this mother was warm, sticky, and dripping with something sacred... and sinful. Her breath synced with Lilith’s heartbeat. Her thighs quivered.
"He hasn’t leveled up, Dear," Lilith whispered into Morvessa’s ear.
"His sperm is still weak, only able to fertilize soil. But if he wants to... he can ascend into a bringer of life."
"Level up... how? So my sperm evolves too if I level up?"
Lilith smiled, hugging Morvessa tighter.
Then, with one slow yet powerful motion, she grasped Morvessa’s hips and lifted her body slightly to the side—removing the monster girl from on top of Nathan like shifting a doll off an altar.
"Relax, my Princess. I’m only moving you for a moment."
Morvessa didn’t resist.
Morvessa’s hips were still warm from sitting on Nathan, and Lilith’s fingers lingered too long on her waist—as if reminding her that she was never just a girl, but a vessel of need. A daughter lifted by a divine mother, only to be offered to a confused brother beneath her.
She moved to Nathan’s side, still silent... but now her eyes shimmered slightly, as if a speck of hope had slipped through this absurdity.
Morvessa sat quietly beside Nathan, her wings folded tightly behind her back.
Her thighs were still trembling from earlier, but she kept them close together now—almost like a girl trying to hide the memory of pleasure between her legs.
Her hands rested on her lap, unsure.
Just as her breathing began to calm, Lilith’s fingers gently touched her shoulder again.
Once Morvessa was moved, Lilith immediately sat straddling in front of Nathan.
Her posture was upright, but her hair and dress remained in a state of sensual chaos.
Her eyes looked straight at Nathan’s pants—which had been... very active.
"Don’t pretend to be calm, my Son," she said while leaning her face closer.
Nathan didn’t know what was worse: being grabbed by a woman older than time... or the fact that it felt right. Her voice sounded like his mother’s on bad dreams—but twisted, coated in milk and breath. Her hand taught him shame. Her eyes taught him surrender.
"You’re hard. But you haven’t given anything."
Before Nathan could protest, Lilith’s right hand shot forward—and grabbed the center of his pants, right above the private glock.
His hand reflexively covered the grabbed area, but it was too late.
His body lifted halfway, and his face flushed red.
Lilith leaned closer, her voice low and motherly.
"Don’t run, Sweetheart. You must learn to give, not just receive."
The way she scolded him—softly, closely—felt like a bedtime lecture from a holy pervert. Nathan swallowed. Her hand was still there, firm but motherly, like training a disobedient son. She wasn’t angry. Just... disappointed. And that made his pulse throb harder than fear ever could.
Nathan slowly sat up, one hand still holding the center of his pants, as if guarding the last shred of his dignity.
"I... I still don’t get what you mean..." he mumbled softly.
Lilith chuckled, then stood up.
"Don’t worry. I’ll help you understand, child."
Lilith now stood beside Morvessa, who was still sitting gently with her wings lowered.
Without a word, she held Morvessa’s shoulder... and slowly turned her body to face Nathan.
"Look. He’s still there," said Lilith, softly but firmly.
"The man you asked for... is still in front of you."
Morvessa looked at Nathan.
Her body still showed hesitation, but her gaze was beginning to open again.
Lilith now squatted behind Morvessa.
One hand held Morvessa’s left thigh, then the right thigh, and with one absurd yet elegant motion, she lifted Morvessa’s body from behind—like a mother lifting a small child to pee on sacred ground.
Morvessa let out a small sound.
Her body now hung gently, knees slightly bent, her sacred hole slightly open before Nathan... but her expression was mixed: embarrassed, confused, and hopeful.
Lilith knelt, holding Morvessa from behind, then looked at Nathan from behind the bewildered bird woman.
"See how she trusts you.
Don’t just sit there."
Lilith’s position behind Morvessa made it worse. It looked like a mother helping her daughter pee—except the toilet was Nathan. And he was invited to drink. His brain melted. Her expression behind Morvessa wasn’t lustful... it was proud. Like she was watching her children grow up—together.
Nathan swallowed. But his optimal devouring skill didn’t activate, and the system didn’t show any notifications.
His hands trembled, his body began to sweat.
This situation was too absurd.
He was no longer just a regular guy from the normal world.
He was now sitting in front of a half-bird monster who wanted to be fertilized, while the Tower Manager was holding her body up like offering meat on an altar.
Lilith looked at him sharply.
"Give her something, Nathan."
"Something only you can give hmm..." She bit her own lip.
"Yes. Not promises. Not hope. But touch... that makes her feel alive again."
Nathan looked down, his breathing growing heavy.
The hand that had been covering his pants now dropped to the ground.
Like a starving dog who just found the first bone of his life.
He wasn’t crawling toward a lover. He was crawling toward permission. Toward a sacred command from the Milky horny mommy, who offered him his sister in all but blood. His knees hurt, but his heart hurt more. The closer he got... the more it felt like home.
’I will lick it,’ Nathan thought.