Monster Harem In The Tower

Morvessa could only keep sucking Nathan's cock— her mind unraveling, falling deeper into that warm spiral of submission. Meanwhile, Milky Mommy's fingers showed no shame— they wandered across the sacred folds of the bird woman's altar, stroking her softly… as if tracing the boundaries of a daughter's sin.

Cup...

A soft kiss landed on Morvessa's cheek—

still puffed slightly from sucking Nathan's thick shaft. Nathan, watching this surreal sight, couldn't hold himself back anymore. His right hand gripped Morvessa's head, slowly caressing her scalp.

"Shit… I can't just sit still like this..."

he thought, his left hand joining in—

pressing her down, with no warning.

Slop...

"EUHMHHKK…!"

Morvessa gagged.

Nathan's glockhead slammed mercilessly into her throat—

a sloppy, filthy sound echoed,

like pressure flushing through a clogged drain.nSome of her spit sprayed sideways,

frothing at the corners of her lips like overfilled sin.

Her breath was chaos— hot air puffed from her nosestrill hole, blowing against the base of Nathan's abdomen like a steamy breeze rising from hell's most innocent shrine.

But even though that moment was quite a shock, Lilith hadn't stopped.

Her fingers—white, slender, and filled with a disturbing tenderness—continued dancing upon Morvessa's fleshy altar. She stroked it slowly, as if tracing buried sacred memories hidden beneath folds of inherited sin. No pressure. No force. Just slow, circular motions… like a mother gently caressing an old wound on her child, coaxing it to finally make peace with the curse.

"Good girl…" Lilith whispered, her voice low—yet dripping with deviant intent. "Let me tend to your other part. You… just learn from the feeling."

Morvessa's body trembled. What is this…? My lower part aahhh… being touched… my mouth being… pierced… but… this feels good… aahgmm… Her mind had already fractured. Her eyes widened. Why did she stop? She could feel Lilith's warm hand pulling away from the slippery region below.

Lilith's fingers retreated from the pale gate of flesh, a thin, sticky string of fluid stretching between her fingertips and Morvessa's soaked, glistening private slit.

Nathan's shaft was still buried deep in her throat—full, hot, and pulsing.

And yet… her hips had started to move gently. Unconsciously.

Like a wounded bird trying to dance, even with broken wings.

Nathan bit his lip.

Both hands now cradled Morvessa's head, his fingers threading into her black hair—massaging her scalp softly, like he was shampooing a lover's soul.

"Damn… this is insane," he thought, his eyes nearly rolling back.

"And Lilith… she's just making it even filthier…"

Nathan looked down.

Milky Mommy was squatting behind Morvessa's trembling body, her face almost brushing against Morvessa's neck.

Her left hand reached in from the side, sliding past the bird-like thighs—her fingers once again becoming a holy brush, painting sins upon Morvessa's sacred altar of flesh.

Chup.

A soft kiss landed on Morvessa's neck.

Chup.

Then Lilith licked the spot she'd kissed, her warm tongue gliding like a whispered confession.

"Morvessa sayang," ucap Lilith lagi, kali ini lebih lembut, seperti nyanyian pengantar tidur di rumah sakit jiwa.

"Rasakan ya… bagaimana tubuhmu berubah. Pelajari lah bahwa cara mencapai kepuasan tidak selalu harus berkembang biak... Banyak cara untuk mencapai klimaks.."

Morvessa let out a moan—but it was muffled.

That shaft was still inside her mouth. Her saliva had mixed with Nathan's pre-cum bullets, dripping down her chin… slowly trailing downward— caught by Lilith's fingers, her index and middle gently pinching the warm trail.

Then, with her right hand, she reached toward the soft, dense mound on Morvessa's left side.

Tap…

Lilith touched the tip of that mound—

a small, playful spot that looked like a button… one that had never been pressed before.

"Wuhhmbbkk…."

A drowning-like noise escaped Morvessa's stuffed mouth.

"Look, Nathan," Lilith said, lifting her face—her eyes half-lidded.

"Your little sister is just… too adorable…"

Nathan couldn't take it anymore.

He began to move his hips—slowly, deliberately.

Slorp... slorp...

That absurd sound returned.

Like an octopus sucking on a flute inside an underwater cathedral. Morvessa was crying now— But not from pain. Her tears fell one by one, tracing soft trails down her cheeks… mixing with saliva, before dripping quietly onto the floor.

Nathan was still thrusting—back and forth.

Lilith then reached for his left hand with her right, lifting it gently.

And then—

Lick...

"Tastes... salty," she whispered—having just licked Morvessa's tears.

Morvessa trembled harder.

Her body no longer knew how to respond—

To Nathan, who was thrusting deeper into her throat...

Or to Lilith, who was licking her tears while her fingers kept feasting on the soaked altar of flesh between her thighs.

And in the middle of it all— Morvessa remained still.

Not out of helplessness, but out of complete confusion at this orgy of lust that had never once invited her— from a girl whose private part was once only for peeing, to now twitching joyfully… releasing nectar on its own.

Morvessa was still sobbing—

that hot shaft still buried deep in her throat.

Saliva and pre-cum were no longer distinguishable—

everything had merged into a sticky, salty batter of sin and shameless pleasure.

And yet… her head began to move on its own.

Her legs stiffened.

Her hips quivered.

And her chest—once untouched by anyone—began to harden, like frost crystals forming in the middle of hell.

Then—

Slurp… slorp…

Lilith chuckled softly behind her,

her breath brushing Morvessa's neck like morning mist over a graveyard.

She leaned in, stuck out her tongue, and—

"Lhhmm~"

—licked her neck from bottom to top, as if savoring the melting sweetness of ice cream on a bird maiden's trembling skin.

"Sweetheart… you're already so wet…" she whispered.

Lilith's left hand rose.

Tap.

Her fingers landed on Morvessa's chest—firm, yet delicate.

She traced soft circles across the pale mound, reaching the most vulnerable point… a spot untouched by any hand until now.

Morvessa squeaked.

Not like a bird.

But like a girl who no longer knew how to contain the pleasure surging through her fragile, awakening body.

Nathan's shaft?

Still buried.

Still pulsing.

And now—

"AHHH—GHHHK—!!"

Nathan exploded.

Hot semen burst into Morvessa's throat,

crashing against slick walls and sliding down without warning.

She choked on half of it.

The other half? Swallowed reflexively.

Her throat convulsed. Her body stiffened.

And when the second surge followed—

Braak—

The peak arrived.

Her hips twisted.

Her whole body trembled.

Lilith's tongue still coated her neck.

Her nipples—rubbed like equalizer knobs by a professional DJ teasing the drop.

And between her pale thighs—

clear, warm fluid sprayed out absurdly,

not from touch…

but because her soul simply gave up.

"Aahhhkghhghmmm—!!"

A muffled moan escaped her full mouth.

Tears flowed again—

but these ones tasted like joy.

The kind of joy she had never known.

Nathan opened his eyes.

"Aghhmmm… I-I'm sorry…"

He slowly let go of Morvessa's head—

withdrawing his shaft carefully.

"Hwuukk…"

A bit of white fluid spilled from Morvessa's soaked lips.

She was limp—

but a faint smile bloomed on her face.

Lilith's tongue was still at her neck.

This… feels too good... she thought.

Lilith let out a soft laugh.

"Sweetheart…"

She gently turned Morvessa's face with her left hand.

Morvessa, weak and dazed, reflexively sat down—

her pale butt collapsing in slow tremors,

still twitching now and then.

She fell into Lilith's arms.

Lilith rose to her knees,

tilting the bird-woman's face upward.

Morvessa was now too drained to even flap her wings.

Lilith cradled her chin with her right hand,

while her left slipped beneath Morvessa's wing,

pulling her body into a soft, lifting embrace.

Morvessa's mouth was still filled with sticky fluid.

"Mommy just wants a little sip of that white nectar…"

Lilith's breath grew heavy.

She leaned in— bringing her lips closer… to Morvessa's.

Morvessa was still dazed,

her breathing shallow and broken.

Her mouth hung open—

a thick, milky droplet sliding from her lips,

a mixture of saliva, semen, and tears.

Lilith leaned in closer,

her eyes half-lidded with a gentle, inhuman hunger.

Her fingers still cradled Morvessa's chin—lifting it delicately.

Morvessa's mouth was still wet—still full.

Lilith opened her own mouth.

"Aaah~"

Then—

like a sacred rite from a forgotten cult,

the gateway of sin met its mirror.

Chup.

The first kiss was soft.

But full of suction.

Lilith drew in slowly,

her tongue slipping inside,

searching for the sacred blend—

saliva, semen, and the last breath of surrender.

Morvessa shivered.

Her body still limp,

but her lips began to move—

responding with an instinct no one had ever taught her.

Their tongues met.

And between them,

Nathan's seed was passed with elegance.

Slrp… slrp… chuup…

With wet, obscene sounds,

if the scene were played in reverse—

it would've looked like a mother bird feeding her child.

Beautiful. Almost poetic.

Lilith sucked once more.

A final gulp of slickness swallowed with deliberate pleasure.

Then, slowly, she pulled her face back—

her breath warm against Morvessa's flushed cheeks.

"Hmm… salty, but there's a hint of sincerity," she murmured with a crooked smile.

Nathan said nothing.

He sat down slowly on Morvessa's nest.

He didn't know what to say.

His hands hung loosely.

His shaft had gone limp.

But his soul had only tightened further.

He couldn't take his eyes off the scene.

Morvessa, limp in Lilith's lap—

like a bird-doll just baptized.

And Lilith—

a creature obsessed with motherhood—

had just kissed and sipped the very fluid that had originated… from him.

This is so damn filthy… Nathan thought.

His breathing was heavy.

But not from exhaustion.

From realization.

That this wasn't a dream.

And he didn't know whether to feel shame, pride, or… devotion.

This feels like one of those messed-up comics I used to read… If only I had my phone, I'd totally record this.

A stray modern thought passed through his overwhelmed mind.

Lilith turned to him slowly.

That gaze wasn't scolding.

Nor was it seductive.

Then—

she opened her mouth.

And spoke a single sentence.

Nathan flinched.

"What???"

He jerked slightly,

his butt scraping against the floor in surprise.