The kiss continued—wet, trembling, full of saliva.
Morvessa’s eyes briefly opened,
her pupils trembling in confusion and pleasure.
Her lips were being sucked... by another woman.
And what her tongue tasted wasn’t just lips.
There was saliva. Warm, sticky, sinful.
Some of it was Lilith’s.
But the rest... had already mixed with the bacteria from Nathan’s cock.
The taste of that sacred glock.
Lilith slowly pulled her face away.
A soft pop sound followed—
along with a thin string of saliva hanging like an absurd bridge between them.
"Your lips..." Lilith whispered, eyes half-lidded,
"...learn faster than I imagined, my daughter."
Morvessa let out a soft breath.
Her mouth was slightly open, her lower lip still glistening.
She was no longer squatting like a frightened bird.
Now, she knelt... like a nun who had just realized her body could get wet from the wrong kind of faith.
His private glock twitched again.
The slick coating that covered it now looked like a ritual outfit.
No longer just a shaft—
but a symbol that had been worshipped, licked... and now kissed between women.
"I..." Morvessa murmured, her voice small.
"I want... to try it myself."
Lilith smiled softly.
A mother’s smile— the kind that knows her daughter is ready to taste sin without needing her hand held.
"Go ahead, sweetheart," she whispered, gently touching Morvessa’s shoulder. "Show your brother... how fast you learn."
Milky Mommy’s left hand let go of the filthy flesh of the man she called ’son’—
as if giving permission for the bird woman she called ’daughter" to perform that filthy act with joy in her heart.
Her hand reached out toward the shaft—this time without hesitation. Her fingers touched the slick surface like a woman washing dishes for the first time in her life.
Her tongue slowly came out.
From the base... to the tip.
Full, long, and... full of curiosity.
Nathan’s eyes widened. His body wavered slightly. What he had just seen— wasn’t erotic. It wasn’t fanservice either. It was like... a small animal unknowingly luring a demon out of a grown man’s body.
Morvessa stuck her tongue out again.
Her cheeks were pink. Her eyes stayed open as she licked.
Just... the innocent look of a girl trying a new ice cream flavor during a "buy 2 get 1 free" promo.
"I can’t take it..." Nathan thought.
"She’s too— aghh... too sweet... too cute..."
His private glock twitched again— as if begging to be locked away.
But what pushed Nathan closest to the edge was the way Morvessa looked at his shaft after licking it.
She looked at it... with guilt.
As if silently asking,
"Did I lick it the wrong way?"
And in that moment, Nathan felt something crack deep inside him.
"STOP—" he screamed internally.
But his lips parted slightly instead.
Morvessa looked up at him.
"Did... this make you uncomfortable, Brother Nathan?"
Just an innocent question— like an intern hesitating to delete junk files from a senior’s PC.
Nathan nearly fainted.
Nathan’s mind unraveled further.
Why... is she calling me brother... this is getting weirder...
But before his thoughts could finish constructing a proper threat against the world’s morality, Morvessa leaned in again— and began licking, with both hands holding his shaft like a thirsty baby bird desperate not to lose the first drop of water in her life.
Morvessa kept licking slowly, like a baby bird that hadn’t yet learned when to stop. She seemed slightly uncomfortable in her position— her legs slowly folded back into a squat,
like a bird settling down again.
Lilith, watching it all, smiled—
then without warning, she moved closer to Morvessa’s back left side.
Her hand reached downward, slowly brushing from behind— from the pale crack of Morvessa’s butt, adorned with her black bird feathers, sliding upward, and then slipping into the slick gap between two thin, already-wet folds of curiosity.
Her finger slid in gently,
then began to move— like she was wiping Morvessa’s intimate slit.
Slowly, with care... but with a pressure far too unnatural to be called "cleaning."
Her body leaned slightly forward.
Her tongue touched Nathan’s shaft involuntarily,
as if she wanted to keep licking while holding back a moan.
Her thighs twitched like they were trying to clap without permission. Tiny tremors rippled from her knees to her pale butt, which clenched instinctively—trapping Lilith’s finger inside like a feathered mousehole refusing to let go. Her hips tilted just slightly, creating an angle that screamed: "this feels too good."
His glock twitched violently—
as if wanting to respond with a wild impulse of its own.
The shaft jerked with wet defiance—veins bulging like vines wrapped in holy syrup. Spit flew in tiny threads, catching the dim Tower light like liquid spiderwebs. It didn’t look like a cock anymore. It looked like an ancient relic pulsing with forbidden energy, begging to be worshipped deeper.
Without realizing it,
his right hand moved...
and pressed down on Morvessa’s head.
but like the reflex of a man
trying to survive the collapse of his own morality.
"Uuh... Brother hmmssrrppll... Nathwwaan..."
Morvessa’s voice was muffled by the shaft now sliding deeper into her mouth.
Her hands still held the base.
Her cheeks puffed slightly, like a girl holding in a mouthful of milk tea. Drool trickled from the corner of her lips, painting a glistening line down to her trembling chin. Her fingers dug tighter into the shaft—holding it like a bamboo straw during a taste test for corrupted innocence.
her fingers moving with the rhythm of some soul-cleansing choreography.
Shit... Nathan trembled.
He looked at Lilith’s face—still smiling.
Lilith leaned in slightly, bringing her lips close to Morvessa’s ear.
Her voice was low. Gentle. But carried a spiritual disturbance that couldn’t be explained in any human language.
"You two look so close..." she whispered. "...but don’t forget about Mommy too, okay? Ehe~"