Monster Harem In The Tower

Lilith’s body went rigid—

and in one sacred gasp...

time refused to move.

Then—

"AAHHH—N-NATHAN—!!"

The dam broke.

From the folds of her flesh, warm fluid gushed out violently—like a revelation that had lost all restraint.

It came out with such pressure that it slapped against Nathan’s cheeks, dripping down like threads of divine silk. Each splash was like a broken vow—warm, wet, and tasting of long-forgotten sins. His tongue twitched, trying to chase the trails before they ran off his chin.

For the first time, Lilith’s altar of flesh reached a beautiful climax,

danced upon by a human tongue and drenched in human saliva,

bathing in the slippery elegance of lust and warmth.

Nathan didn’t flinch.