Monster Harem In The Tower

Nathan stopped walking. Silent.

Not a single word escaped his lips.

Morvessa's breath still brushed against his ear—soft, trembling, laced with seduction and hunger. Nathan's hands tightened slightly on the pale thighs wrapped around his waist.

"Play… what?" he asked in a whisper. Half afraid, half curious… but a hundred percent aware: that was an invitation to play with their bodies.

Morvessa rested her chin on his shoulder. "Anything… that can bring us closer…" she whispered.

Nathan shut his eyes for a moment.

Cold sweat trickled down.

Damn… that scent was getting stronger.

Sweet. Soft.

With a blend of fine feathers and the steamy fluids of a thirsty woman.

"Morvessa… we're on our way to the river…" Nathan said, clinging to his sanity in the morning light.

"Exactly~" Morvessa cut him off with a giggle. "Before we get there… there's still time, right?"

Nathan let out a heavy sigh.

But Morvessa didn't stop.

Her hips began to grind slowly against his back—seeking friction.

"Please, brother~" she whimpered sweetly. "It's only been a while, but my body's already itching…"

Nathan clenched his teeth.

His hands were almost trembling, holding himself back.

Damn it, this is too sudden. Why is she suddenly so clingy and full of lust? he asked himself.

"You're the one who said we should take the farm project before," Nathan said, half-threatening.

Morvessa pouted playfully, then teased him with a more mischievous tone.

"But can't we have a little fun first before we get started~?"

Nathan wanted to get angry, but…

Morvessa's chest was getting firmer.

Her breathing heavier.

And now… from between her thighs—he could feel her heat seeping into his waist.

"If you doesn't want to… then fine… Morvessa will just play by herself…"

She started grinding her hips more wildly—slick, hot—her nipples stabbing into Nathan's back like tiny bullets filled with affection.

"Shit—Morvessa, stop…"

"Hmm? But you've been hard this whole time…"

Morvessa slid one hand forward, gently reaching down to touch the bulge in Nathan's pants from behind.

Nathan jolted. His body's reflexes betrayed him. His eyes went blank, his thoughts scrambled.

Then… silence.

The forest breeze whispered gently.

Distant birds chirped a soft melody.

But inside Nathan—there was thunder.

A pressure.

And a warm, twisted resolve befitting a horny brother.

"Ok, let's play... But I'm not carrying you anymore."

Morvessa froze. Then slowly, a smile bloomed on her face.

"Eum…" she nodded.

Nathan lowered Morvessa from his back.

The bird girl landed lightly on the root-covered earth—still naked, still burning with heat.

But this time, she didn't tease, didn't whine.

She just looked at Nathan for a moment—then sat down.

"Let me make brother feel good this time…" Morvessa said.

Her voice was soft. But beneath that gentleness was determination.

Nathan blinked. "Feel good… how?"

Morvessa glanced at the thick tree trunk behind him.

"Sit down, brother…" she said flatly.

Nathan obeyed.

His butt met a dry root that felt oddly soft—still damp with morning dew.

But he didn't get a chance to think about it—

Because Morvessa climbed onto his lap, facing him.

Her skin was cool on the surface, but burning from within.

And Nathan could feel it…

Her slit was soaked.

Had been for a while.

Maybe even before they left for the river.

"Take off your pants, brother," Morvessa whispered, resting her forehead against his.

Nathan didn't reply.

His hands moved on their own, sliding down to his waist.

In an instant—

The "Private Blade" rose.

Freed from its cloth prison.

Welcomed by warmth and wetness.

Nathan held his breath as Morvessa slowly lowered herself—

Her slick pale folds dancing along the dull head of his blade.

And then—thump.

Penetration. Again.

"Ahh…" Morvessa bit her lip.

Sitting down fully on him.

Still. Not moving. Not bouncing.

Just… joined.

Nathan clenched his teeth.

God… he was on the brink of losing it.

But amidst the overwhelming heat…

He realized something.

Wait…

Nathan remembered he was still using [Temporary Physical Enhancement].

And now he was curious.

What would this feel like… with my normal body?

Disable: Temporary Physical Enhancement

(Skill turned off.)

Nathan instantly winced.

"Fuck—"

Tight.

Warm.

Soft.

But also—strong.

As if Morvessa wasn't just a small-bodied bird girl anymore.

She wrapped around him…

Like a divine creature refusing to let go.

Without thinking, Nathan hugged her waist—held her tightly.

"Why… are you like this now?" he muttered. "You used to be cold. Rigid. But now… you're like…"

He didn't finish.

Because behind Morvessa's quiet giggle… was something else.

She began to move.

Up and down.

Slow. Rhythmic.

Her hands rested on Nathan's shoulders, her eyes half-lidded.

Nathan opened his mouth again, this time reaching deeper.

"Morvessa… what was your life like before?"

The girl didn't answer right away.

Her hips kept moving.

But her lips trembled.

"I… was raised only to fight," she said softly.

"Taught to attack. Fly. Kill. Guard the nest.

No one ever taught me how to enjoy something like this…"

Nathan looked at her.

Tears had begun to stream from Morvessa's eyes.

"I really loved my family…" she continued.

"My mom… every week she brought me a Walaskwa giant worm… big, red, fishy-smelling… but I loved it."

Morvessa smiled—

But her tears kept falling.

She kept moving,

Her body shifting gently—warm, fragile…

Nathan wrapped his arms around her back, pulled her close—

And came inside.

But not just out of lust.

It was because, right now, in his arms…

Was someone remembering her mother.

"I'm sorry… I—" Nathan whispered.

But Morvessa placed a finger on his lips.

"It's okay. Now… you're my brother."

Nathan went silent.

Brother again.

That word again.

He knew the reason.

Lilith.

Milky Mommy had planted twisted perceptions in Morvessa's mind.

But still…

"Why do you keep calling me brother?"

Morvessa looked at him.

Her smile was sweet.

But her eyes were still wet.

"As long as you haven't made me pregnant… I can't call you husband, darling, or father…"

She winked with a playful giggle.

"So for now… Brother it is, okay?"

Nathan sat there—dazed.

His head was spinning.

And yet… it felt warm.

Too warm.

Because right in front of him, on his lap, was a cute bird girl, smiling as she rocked her hips—clenching his private blade deep inside her pale flesh.

And somehow…

That smile—so soft, so sincere—

Reminded him of another.

Lily.

His one and only little sister.

Still outside the Tower.

The one who always teased him,

The one who probably missed him,

The one he had disappointed.

And now?

He was doing this.

Something so perverse…

Yet his thoughts drifted to family.

Nathan stared blankly.

His back leaned against the tree.

Is she okay? Does she… miss me? his mind swirled.

Morvessa was still on top of him,

Still moving gently—like it was some kind of sacred ritual.

But Nathan's head was a mess.

A storm of guilt, affection, unresolved lust, and a deep longing for home— All of it stirred into one poisonous, bittersweet cocktail That flooded his brain… and refused to let him go.

Nathan stared at Morvessa's face.

Somehow… she looked even cuter now.

Those once-sharp eyes had turned round and glossy.

Her lips—small and trembling with spoiled charm.

And her cheeks…

Damn.

Her cheeks were red.

Like fresh morning apples.

Soft.

Adorable.

Irresistible.

Without thinking, Nathan leaned in—

and sniffed her cheek.

"Hmmhh…"

The scent melted his brain.

Warm. Salty. Soft.

Addicting.

His hands moved on their own.

Grabbing her ass—

Firm, bouncy, with silky black feathers on the side that only drove him crazier.

He squeezed. One hand wasn't enough.

He needed both.

Then pulled her tighter to him—

feeling his Private Blade sink even deeper into the sin-drenched Pale Slit that felt like a feathered holy fountain of filth.

But then—

"Nathan…?"

A voice.

Validia's.

Low. Sharp.

But distant.

Nathan froze.

Morvessa too.

"...V-Validia!?" she gasped, panic in her voice.

And instantly—whump!

Her dark wings flared wide.

Morvessa tried to bolt away from Nathan's lap.

Nathan reflexively held her tighter—

But then he saw her face.

Her expression…

Shame.

That adorable cheek he'd just nibbled on was now flushed bright with panic.

Her eyes darted around.

Her breath short.

She didn't want to be seen.

Nathan said nothing.

He understood.

Their minds had snapped back to full awareness.

They weren't idiots who think Nathan's dick was just some cute plaything anymore.

With a reluctant sigh, Nathan loosened his grip on her ass.

Then—

Plop.

Her Pale Slit released the Private Blade— now glistening, sticky, and shining like a lollipop freshly sucked by a cheerful, overenthusiastic girl.

His cock was still glistening, twitching slightly—like it hadn't realized the warmth was gone. The air touched it, cold and cruel, but the heat from earlier still clung to every inch. A thin trail of slick ran down the underside, dripping slowly to the roots below. His breath hitched. It wasn't over. Not for him. Not for his body. It was like stopping mid-dream—

the ache,

the pulse,

the hunger—

all of it, still begging to finish.