Monster Harem In The Tower

Lilith snapped her fingers—

and the black obsidian beneath them suddenly turned soft,

like a mattress made of molten velvet.

It spread wide enough that Nathan almost lost his balance.

Lilith lay down to the left of Morvessa,

then waved at Nathan with a smile.

"Come sleep, sweetheart.

Mommy knows you're already weak,"

she cooed, wrapping her arms around Morvessa,

who curled up like a spoiled kitten,

using Milky Mommy's pillowy bicep as her pillow.

Nathan swallowed hard.

He couldn't say a word.

He climbed up onto the plush obsidian.

"It really does feel like a bed," he whispered.

Still pantless, he lay down beside the Milky Mommy.

Now the three of them lay there—

like a family portrait drawn by a perverted demon.

Milky Mommy in the center,

Morvessa squirming in her embrace like a pampered baby,

and Nathan…

the pantless man who couldn't tear his eyes

from the cleavage of his fake mother.

Lilith then wrapped her arm around Nathan as well,

letting her soft bicep cradle the back of his head like a pillow.

Slowly, Nathan turned to his right—

his face now directly facing those glorious milky mounds.

His limp cock twitched slightly,

falling helplessly against Milky Mommy's dress.

Lilith looked down at Nathan's face with a warm smile.

"If you're having trouble sleeping…

you can suck on it," she said gently.

Nathan's cheeks flushed.

Damn… I don't think I can refuse that.

He swallowed hard.

Lilith noticed he was still frozen—

his eyes locked on the heavy breasts peeking out from her dress.

"If you want to… just pull it down yourself, sweetie~"

she whispered, like offering a warm glass of milk on a cold night.

Without realizing it, Nathan's hand moved.

Instinctively.

Like a baby remembering how to feed from a dream long forgotten.

His fingers touched the upper part of the white dress—

right at the cleavage already begging to be freed.

He pulled gently.

The fabric slid down like obedient silk,

revealing the tips of those tender, holy mounds—

now bare, unashamed, divine.

His other hand lifted,

cupping one of those sacred orbs softly—

and guided it toward his face.

When his lips latched on and he began to suck,

Nathan let out a long, slow breath.

Was it surrender?

Or… serenity?

Lilith caressed his head with delicate strokes,

like a mother lulling her exhausted child to sleep.

"My dear… no biting, okay?"

she whispered sweetly.

Morvessa, lying on the other side, could only hear the faint—rhythmic and wet—sounds coming from Nathan's direction.

"Slrrp… slrp…"

Not the sound of a wound being tended to…

but of a love too broken to be called affection.

Her eyes half-opened.

Her vision was blurry.

But she could make out Nathan's silhouette—

pressed against something white,

something warming the very air.

"Is he… nursing…?"

Morvessa squirmed softly, her breath still ragged.

But her body drifted closer—

like a creeping vine reaching toward the light of sin.

Lilith turned for a moment,

catching Morvessa's gaze locked on Nathan as he suckled.

"If you still can't sleep either, sweetheart…

there's still one more that hasn't been suckled~"

she whispered gently, lifting her other mound with the tip of her finger.

Nathan, eyes blank and brimming with serenity,

kept suckling slowly—

like an orphaned boy

finally dreaming in someone's arms.

And the world atop that obsidian mattress

became an altar of twisted family bonds—

where the only prayers were the wet sounds

of mouths on milkless breasts.

Morvessa swallowed hard.

Her trembling hand reached out—

toward the milky mound now hovering in front of her face.

"I… want to feel its warmth too,"

she whispered,

like a child begging for a share of an inheritance

that was never written in any bloodline.

Lilith giggled softly.

"Mommy's children are just too cute~ Come here, sweetheart…"

Her right hand held the other mound—still slightly lifted—

and slowly offered it toward Morvessa.

Nathan's face was pressed harder against the mound he was nursing from,

but he didn't care.

He kept suckling, like a thirsty crow latched to salvation.

Morvessa's face moved closer.

Her cheeks blushed—

as if breathing in the scent of her first true embrace.

Her lips touched the side of the mound—hesitating.

But when Lilith gently stroked her hair,

something primal took over.

"Mmmhh…"

Now, two heads were latched onto Milky Mommy's chest—

like twin babies from hell

who had forgotten their father,

but found heaven from the same sacred source.

Lilith slowly shook her head, eyes drifting toward the ceiling of the tree hollow—

the nesting place of bird-women.

Her cheeks flushed, and she bit her own lip.

Being a mother… is so much fun, she thought, wickedly.

Nathan didn't know when exactly it happened.

One moment, he was still nursing—

his lips wrapped around a soft, warm mound,

his mind floating somewhere between guilt and comfort.

And the next…

He opened his eyes.

Morning light spilled in from the cracks in the tree hollow.

The obsidian bed was gone.

The warmth was gone.

Lilith was gone.

Only Morvessa remained.

She was squatting just a few steps away—

holding his pants.

Both hands gripped the waistband like she was offering sacred treasure to a half-naked peasant.

Nathan blinked. "...Huh?"

Morvessa tilted her head, birdlike.

"Come on… put your pants on,"

she said softly—

still squatting like a bird learning to feed its mate for the first time.

Nathan looked down,

realizing his lower half was still completely bare.

His cheeks flushed.

But after recalling last night…

Yeah, this is… way less weird.

Without a word, he stepped forward and began pulling on his pants,

while Morvessa watched him from below—

silent, but not cold.

Once he was fully dressed,

Morvessa rose too, this time with a more… serious expression.

"Mommy said… we need to continue the Farm Project,"

she said calmly.

Nathan stiffened slightly,

then let out a deep sigh.

Farm Project, huh?

he thought, gazing out into the distance.

I don't know how I'm supposed to face the other Monster Girls…

His heart stirred with uneasy thoughts—

because after last night's twisted lovefest,

a cracked reality was already waiting for him on the other side.