The bird dived like a celestial arrow.
Her tail was still curled around her waist, the tip brushing gently against the freshly-bloomed slit—naughty, slick, and full of wicked intent.
But nature doesn’t care whether you’re a queen or a whore.
If you’re wet and exposed, you’re a target.
The bird lunged—claws aimed directly between her thighs.
But in the next second—
A claw, a rabbit’s ear, and the sun’s glint on caramel skin slashed through the air.
The bird’s head was sliced clean off in a single motion.
Feathers exploded like confetti at a mermaid-lizard wedding.
Then blinked again. Her scales instinctively closed over her royal pussy.
Livia stood with her arm extended, blood spatters streaking across her cleavage of caramel gold.
Domina emerged behind her—walking calmly, though her thighs glistened with sweat.
At Velmora... and the scaled slit that now bloomed like a corpse flower in heat.
"I thought you were a queen," Domina said flatly.
Velmora flinched. The slick fluid from her snake pussy had visibly coated her scales.
Livia turned her face away, her thighs clenched tight.
Domina kept walking, her eyes sharp like a vegetarian demon sick of seeing meat.
"So this is what we are now?" she muttered with venom.
"One sucks on his nipple, another crushes his back, and one’s fingering herself until a low-class bird almost eats her alive."
"Domina—" Velmora tried to speak.
Domina raised her hand.
She stopped a few meters from Velmora—still frozen in place (both physically and emotionally).
Nathan still flanked by two creatures worshipping his body like it was some sacred relic.
Domina looked at Nathan.
Then down at his absurdly erect, still-bubbling shaft—glistening with fluids that seemed summoned from another realm.
Her eyes half-lidded.
Out of something heavier.
"I’m going to see him now," she said—and leapt forward, close to Nathan still stroking himself.
His cock was foaming, slippery, pulsing, its head slick with precum.
Even Morvessa stopped sucking.
"Pathetic male..." Domina spat.
Nathan blinked. "Wait—what?"
Domina turned and walked slowly toward the edge of the forest.
"Do... Domina..." Nathan paused his stroking.
Domina didn’t look back.
"If you’re truly serious about saving your world from the dimensional war, then hurry up and get stronger..."
Her gaze sharp—like twilight about to become night.
"But if all you want... is to become a sex-crazed idiot..."
"Then keep surrendering to your lust," she said harshly—though in her heart, she whispered something else. ’Damn... that cock is adorable...’
Then she vanished into the trees.
Livia followed not long after.
Her eyes met Nathan’s.
And in that single second—Nathan saw everything:
And something deeper than holes and fluids.
Then Livia chased after Domina—disappearing northward.
Nathan stood there. Half-naked. Half-hard. Fully confused.
Morvessa and Validia were still silent.
Velmora, from a distance, remained frozen—horny, humbled, and at war with her pride as a queen.
"...Let’s just keep going, Nathan."
Validia’s voice was soft, but clear.
There was a slight tremble at the end of her words, but she stood tall—her chest still pressed against Nathan’s back.
"I know... it’s weird. But this is also... for your world, right?"
Her breathing was heavy.
Her hands slowly wrapped around Nathan’s stomach—then slid downward.
Morvessa let out a soft sound.
And returned to sucking Nathan’s nipple like a baby who had never been weaned.
Her tongue swirled slowly, slick like a sensual fairy’s poisoned promise.
Nathan let out a faint sigh.
But not from pleasure.
More like... confusion.
’So... they all know?’ he thought.
’That all of this—the absurdity, the fluids—is part of saving humanity?’
His hand started moving again.
Like an underpaid intern forced to work overtime.
Validia watched from behind.
Nathan’s face looked gloomy.
That wasn’t the face of someone being "fertilized."
It was the face of someone realizing the world was crazier than his wildest dreams.
Validia bit her lip. ’Shit... he’s losing his desire...’
She took a step back.
Her eyes scanned Nathan’s bare back, then slowly drifted downward.
And she knew it was time to act.
Validia crouched. Then crawled to Nathan’s left, positioning herself beside his body.
She slowly parted her thighs.
Then spread open her lower half—revealing everything.
Her pussy opened like the petals of a wild flower desperate for organic fertilizer.
Below it, her asshole blinked softly, as if aware the fate of the world now rested on it.
Her voice was gentler now.
But the tone was deeper.
She gently touched both her holes.
With two separate fingers.
"Everything... is ready.
You can put that big cock in after your first climax... or save it for tonight."
She gave a wry smile.
"One’s for the salvation of mankind... and the other’s for when you get lonely."
Nathan slowly turned his head.
His eyes locked onto those two absurd, sacred holes.
And something inside him... moved again.
Nathan’s breathing shifted.
His voice raspy. "Validia... why are you..."
Validia changed position, crawling forward—facing the head of Nathan’s cock, and gently blowing on it.
She licked the tip, already glistening with precum.
"Because you need this, don’t you?
You need to see... you’re still wanted."
She licked the shaft slowly.
Her eyes, half-lidded.
"Why do I... know how to say stuff ?"
"Why do I know how to make that sexy voice... tilt my head just right... part my thighs like I’ve done this forever?"
"Is this... really just about the mission?"
Validia rubbed her pussy with two fingers, then raised them.
Reeking of readiness.
Nathan stared at the fluid like it was a military draft letter.
And in that moment...
But with it, came guilt.
Validia smiled bitterly.
’I hate this... but why does my body feel so happy...’
Validia stared at Nathan—now semi-erect again.
The veins on his shaft were coming back to life, even though his expression still looked like that of a hero being forced to jerk off for world peace.
His hand kept stroking, but slowly.
As if he were writing poetry—not with ink, but with flesh.
’This is wrong... but... also necessary...’
Then... her eyes widened slightly.
An idea that just might work.
’He’s kneeling... and his dick’s starting to rise... If I lie down underneath him... and... my boobs are big enough...’
She didn’t need a second thought.
Validia slid beneath Nathan like a secret mission snake.
Her movement—quick, elegant, and utterly undignified.
"Eh—Validia? What are you—"
Validia was already lying beneath him, facing the sky, her chest positioned like a battlefield bed.
Steadied her breathing.
Just enough to change her chest from medium to colossal.
Two mountains of flesh—ready to swallow a cock and half of someone’s pride.
"Nathan," she whispered.
Heavy with something more than lust.
"I just want you to... save the world..."
There they were—two shimmering tits waiting below his shaft... and a blushing girl who couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes.
But Validia’s body... was trembling.
Her thighs were pressed tight.
And yet, something was leaking from between them.
"Validia... are you sure?"
But his hands had already instinctively positioned his shaft between the massive mounds, still slick from his earlier stroking.
Validia nodded faintly.
She didn’t open her eyes.
But in her mind—she screamed.
’This... feels good... Euhm... it’s for the mission... for the mission—and because he once cared about me sincerely...’
His shaft slid between the fatty peaks.
Squeezed by two colossal, warm, slippery hills. Nathan began thrusting.
He adjusted his grip.
The head of his cock—swollen, twitching—pressed against her cleavage like it was trying to remember how heaven felt.
Validia’s tits jiggled subtly under the weight.
A drop of precum slid down the valley, vanishing between her skin like holy oil swallowed by sacred hills.
Schlurrp... schlurrp...
The sound wasn’t holy.
It was the sound of sin from an alternate hentai dimension.
Validia bit her lip hard—until a faint sound escaped.
Nathan didn’t hear it.
His ears were full of heartbeat thunder, the wet friction of skin on skin, supple fat, and the weight of destiny.
Validia opened one eye.
She saw that cock—now pulsing in and out between her breasts.
She gazed at the glistening tip.
’It’s all for the mission...’ she thought, smiling like a dirty-minded woman trying to justify salvation.