Chapter 179: My Seed Can’t Save Her
Nathan stared at the tempting Milky Mommy, the upper part of her dress that supported two milk-white cushions looked messy. Her white thighs looked like milk ice cream coated in honey, with a liquid slowly dripping down the inside of her left thigh.
The scent of her body carried something warm and fermented, like milk that had aged inside a goddess’s thigh gap. Nathan couldn’t help but notice the way her weight pressed down on his hips—neither heavy nor light, but perfectly calculated to drive his breath into forbidden corner
Morvessa quickly turned toward the voice, still sitting on Nathan’s private blade. Her pale slit twitched slightly, not expecting the milky mommy to appear right when she was horny.
A glistening thread stretched from her pale entrance to Nathan’s cock-still-covered in pants, invisible to gods but screaming in carnal clarity to all living things below. Her hips shifted unconsciously, grinding him ever so slightly, like her body was arguing with her mind over who deserved to be inside her first.
Her face turned more pale, not from fear—but from shock.
Her lips parted slightly, not to speak—but to exhale the tension trapped in her chest. Her nipples throbbed against the stale Tower air, like they were trying to taste the presence of another woman. It was the kind of instinctual embarrassment that came only when a rival saw you mid-climax.
"Wha... why are you here?" she asked, her brows furrowed.
Lilith didn’t answer right away.
She stepped closer slowly, her body’s scent spreading like a pleasant nightmare mist.
Her dress was torn, her hair messy, and her expression still glowing like someone who had just woken from a cosmic wet dream.
"I came because you looked confused, darling," Lilith said with a smile toward Morvessa.