Monster Harem In The Tower

Validia bit her lip.

Her legs tensed.

The fingers between her thighs kept moving—soft, precise, like a heretic priestess preparing fresh blood for a demon.

Her breasts still pressed tightly around Nathan's shaft, creating those wicked wet sounds:

Slrrp… schlup… thlp…

Validia's face flushed.

Her breathing ragged.

But she said nothing.

Only a faint whisper escaped her lips—like a dreamer mumbling in their sleep:

"…any second now…"

Too soft to be called a confession.

But just enough… to spark catastrophe.

Morvessa—who had been suckling Nathan's nipple all this time—suddenly let go.

She turned and dove, as if activated by an invisible incantation.

Her body launched toward the fields, wings flapping rapidly.

She vanished like lightning, leaving Nathan swaying on the edge of collapse.

She flew north—toward the sacred fields—with an expression twisted between divinity and madness.

"Brother…"

She spread her wings wide, as if waiting to embrace the incoming white bullet from Nathan's private glock.

With giddy excitement, her cheeks flushed and heart pounding, she smiled brightly:

"I have to be the first to be bathed in it!"

Validia trembled.

Nathan's hands were still gripping her breasts.

His shaft throbbed violently, the crimson tip poking out between her mounds like an alien ready to be born.

"V-Vali…" Nathan muttered.

Validia didn't respond.

But her eyes opened—and met his.

Half limp.

Half seductive.

And Nathan… understood.

He looked down.

Saw the tiny crevice between the two giant wobbling mountains—swaying slightly with every forward thrust.

His sperm boiled in his balls.

The head of his cock glistened.

His neck tensed.

And then—BOOM.

The climax hit.

Nathan clenched Validia's breasts—hard.

Then released them, grip his cock with right hand and redirecting his climax toward the cheerful bird-woman who had just flown off.

Nathan's body tensed.

His legs trembled, hands still gripping Validia's shaking breasts.

His shaft—thick, veiny, and flushed like the final torch of humanity—throbbed violently.

The first spasm.

"UUUUUUHHHHHNNGG!!"

Semen burst out—straight toward Morvessa.

PLOK!

It splashed across her crouching birdlike form, wings spread wide.

The thick white liquid drenched her face, hair, and pale breasts.

Some of it dripped heavily to the sacred soil below—onto fragile sprouts.

Tiny shoots that had just begun to wilt…

suddenly glowed softly.

Fertility surged.

Morvessa squirmed, then soared upward in spirals—like a heavenly creature touched by divine milk from above.

Her wings flapped slowly, tears fell from her sparkling eyes.

"Aaah~ I've been bathed in brother's seed…"

But Nathan wasn't done.

Second spasm.

He aimed left.

ZRRRTTT!

Another jet of cum arced through the air—like a lazy god of arrows who still never missed.

Roots trembled.

The earth bloomed.

Third spasm.

Nathan tilted slightly to the right—half dazed, half divine.

BLAAAGGHH!

The next burst hit the eastern patch.

Branches creaked softly.

Unripe fruits flushed red with sudden ripeness.

Validia still lay beneath him, her body not yet recovered from climax.

But Nathan wasn't done…

Fourth spasm.

Weaker now.

Didn't reach the field.

TAPP.

The first droplet landed on Validia—right between her horns.

She opened her eyes, staring at the sky with an empty expression.

Then…

Fifth spasm.

The final one.

Just a thick drip—like syrup from a rubber tree.

PLIK.

Right on Validia's forehead—dead center, like a tilaka dot from a very, very misguided religion.

Validia didn't react.

She just lay there.

Then closed her eyes again.

"…this… is for the world…" she whispered, breath ragged, lips smiling wide in surrender.

And above them—Morvessa still spiraled in the air, her body glowing faintly—shimmering with a mix of male essence and sunlight.

----

A few minutes before the sacred fluid splashed down to fertilize the land—

Inside an echo chamber.

Dim lights.

Warm air, thick with ragged breath.

And a woman—

Sitting with anticipatory posture.

She didn't speak.

But her breathing… was already unsteady.

Lilith.

Her skin—milky white, flawless, poreless.

Her lips—black, glossy like forbidden ink.

Her dress—black, loose, open from shoulder to chest—

As if to flaunt the curves and slickness of a superior being who obsessed to be a good mommy.

In front of her, a transparent panel projected the fertilization ritual from afar.

And Lilith… was touching herself.

Slowly, but deliberately.

Her middle finger grazed the slick line—and her body tensed.

Just a little. Just enough to betray how ready she truly was.

She inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring.

Then exhaled—slow, sinful, like an old demon forgiving the sins she whispered into existence.

"Already wet… how pitiful…"

Her breath quivered.

It wasn't seductive.

It was disbelief.

Disbelief that her body had betrayed her before her thoughts could catch up.

She found her clit—gently circling it, like she was trying to summon something unspeakable from the depths of her motherly feeling.

Her right hand slid beneath the dress.

Her middle finger found her folds— already wet.

Too quickly.

Too slick.

As if her body trembled each time one of them moaned.

She smirked sideways.

"Oh… Validia… my obedient daughter…"

Her index finger joined—tracing slow circles over the softest part of herself, like casting a spell.

Two fingers now.

One soft. One cruel.

They moved together— like two opposing gods playing with flesh instead of faith.

Lilith let them dance— her own private heresy.

She glanced up.

On the panel, Nathan moaned. Validia's trembling hands clutched her chest.

Lilith twitched.

Her hips lifted slightly, involuntarily.

"My children… so obedient… so shameless…"

She licked her lips.

Her middle finger sank a little deeper.

The index traced faster.

There was rhythm now.

A sacred, perverted tempo known only to those who ruled from towers… and watched.

"Look at you now… gripping that man's cock with those big tits… seducing like a whore, yet trying to save the world…"

On the panel, Validia was lying down, her breasts wrapped tightly around Nathan's twitching shaft.

Lilith sighed softly— her body tensing slightly.

Her hand moved faster.

"And Nathan… ahh, my reckless little boy…"

Lilith's voice— like a whisper that could awaken a graveyard.

"You're still not ready to lead… but you're fulfilling your role beautifully… that cock of yours… Mommy adores its shape, ahhh… I want it, I want your cock…"

She let out a small laugh—

Sly, sensual, proud.

"Morvessa… your wings are spread so wide. Are you really ready to receive your brother's holy blast?"

On the panel, Morvessa had already taken flight— awaiting the first stream.

Lilith bit her lower lip hard.

Her fingers sank deeper.

Her breathing shattered— fragmented into broken gasps.

Each inhale staggered.

Each exhale guilty.

Her poise—her dignity as tower manager—peeled away like old skin.

"Semen… even the word makes me tremble…"

She pressed her temple with one hand, trying to hold her mind together.

But the other hand…

It wanted to fall apart.

The panel flickered.

Nathan's body tensed.

Lilith moaned.

Her thighs opened wider.

"Not yet… not yet… Mommy isn't ready…"

But her body didn't care.

Her pussy clenched around nothing—already aching for what she'd never receive.

Her hips swayed gently— yearning for a release that would never come.

Her gown had ridden up— but she didn't pull it down.

The throne beneath her was soaked.

Not from wine.

Not from sweat.

But from her.

"My sweet, dirty little darlings…"

Her hand slapped her own thigh— just once. A soft sting. A private punishment.

The shame wasn't from watching.

It was from enjoying it more than they ever could.

"I should be supervising… not sinking…"

But her fingers wouldn't stop.

They moved faster.

Her thighs trembled, sticky and slick.

The throne pulsed beneath her like it too wanted release.

"None of you were born from this wet, quivering hole… Not a single one of you…"

Her fingers danced faster between slick flesh.

Her pussy was drenched— every stroke of her fingers came with a squelch that echoed faintly in the chamber.

It wasn't just wet— it was dripping, obscene, alive.

Fluids clung to her knuckles, then slid down her palm like honey from a cursed hive.

Every time she circled her clit, it made a soft plap, like her hole was applauding her own perversion.

"But I… I promise to be a goo… good mother… eumm… for… ahhh…"

She bit down again.

"For you all."

Her body writhed.

Her left hand clenched her thigh.

Her lips parted—but no words came.

Just breath.

Just heat.

Her right hand drilled into herself, knuckles slick and glossy.

She arched her back—neck tilted, breasts rising like twin moons caught in an eclipse of filth.

And when Nathan's cum erupted across the screen…

She joined him.

Her body convulsed.

Clear fluid spilled down her thighs, smearing the seat below her.

She bit her finger hard, muffling her moan.

But one sound still escaped her lips.

Soft.

Full of twisted pride.

"B-boy…"

And when Nathan started moaning loudly on the panel—

Lilith tensed with him.

"Yes… spray it… show mommy how much your sperm comes out when your cock is that big…"

Semen erupted on screen.

Lilith moaned deeper— her body shivered lightly, then slumped back into the black chair.

She licked her lips.

Smiled faintly.

"Good boy…"