Morvessa was still squatting. But it wasn’t her body that felt the heaviest— it was her mind.
In front of her, Lilith—the woman who once called her na like calling her own daughter— was sucking the flesh shaft of the man Lilith herself called her son.
And it didn’t look disgusting.
Why?
Why didn’t she feel the revulsion her ancestors taught her when she saw Lilith’s lips circling that shaft?
Why did her body slightly tremble when she heard those wet sucking sounds?
’Sucking a at shaft is supposed to be disgusting, unnecessary... isn’t it enough just to insert it into the vaginal hole?’
That’s what she had heard from her mother, and grandmother, and the high-winged elders.
But now?
Her eyes couldn’t look away.
Lilith’s lips were so soft, moving up and down with sacred grace, and Morvessa could see her tongue—dancing around the head of that flesh like a brush painting abstract art on a blank canvas.
She should’ve felt disgusted.
She should’ve looked down.
But instead, sothing inside her...
was pressing outward.
Curiosity.
And more than that...
A desire to give.
’She... already licked . Made my body heat up without touching fire. And I... gave nothing back.’
Her throat felt dry.
Not because of the air, but because of sha mingled with a strange longing she had never known.
’Can... I suck that thing too? Will... she teach ?’
Unconsciously, Morvessa gripped her knees tighter,
feeling a soft throb beneath her stomach.
Sothing inside her was starting to crumble—
not by force,
but because slowly...
she started to desire sothing she had never been taught, never seen— not even when her world perished in the dinsional war.
Lilith slowly released her lips from Nathan’s shaft— with a wet sound that resembled a sinner’s final prayer before claiming his last reward.
Her tongue still stuck out slightly, licking the remaining clear fluid clinging to the corner of her lips...
before she finally turned to the side.
Her eyes t Morvessa’s.
Still squatting.
Still biting her lip.
Still trembling.
Lilith smiled gently— not like a mother,
but like a teacher who knew her student was finally ready to fall into the right sin.
"Co here, sweetheart," she whispered.
"Let show you... how to please a glock with gratitude."
Morvessa swallowed her own saliva.
Slowly, she walked forward.
Her steps were stiff— like a baby bird approaching its mother carrying a worm in her beak as food.
But her gaze... no longer wandered.
Nathan could only remain silent.
His shaft still stood firm, still throbbed, still slick.
He saw two won— one who had already tasted his lips, and one he had once licked with full devotion—
and sohow...
There was no guilt.
No sha.
Only pleasure.
Only the sense... that all of this felt right,
because they all wanted to give.
Lilith placed Morvessa right beside her,
then touched her cheek with a warm palm that still slled like milk and saliva.
"First... don’t be afraid of it. It’s not a weapon.
It’s a story— and your tongue... is the reader."
Morvessa gave a small nod, her face turning red.
Lilith then gripped Nathan’s shaft with one hand and once again demonstrated her lip movent—slowly.
Her tongue circled the head of the flesh, like tracing a sacred spring,
before finally opening her mouth and taking it halfway in.
"Feel it with your lips," Lilith whispered,
while slowly letting go of the shaft...
and offering it to Morvessa like handing over a ceremonial chalice.
Morvessa looked at it.
Then looked at Nathan.
And Nathan?
He could only wait.
With held breath.
And a mind that, strangely... felt peaceful.
’She’s hundred percent aware,’ he thought in relief.
Morvessa slowly stared at the private glock that seed ready to fire a bullet at her pale face.
The shaft stood right in front of her— wet, warm, throbbing as if waiting to be understood.
She looked at it for a mont, then glanced at Lilith beside her.
The Milky Mommy simply smiled, nodding gently, as if saying:
"It’s your turn now, sweetheart."
Morvessa swallowed hard again.
Her chest rose and fell.
Her tongue slowly extended, touching the side of the shaft— hesitant, but soft.
Like a sacred bird tasting the underworld’s spring for the first ti.
It felt... strange.
But not disgusting.
There was an aroma...
a bit like sweat, a bit like Lilith, and a bit like herself.
Because this was flesh that had once touched her, licked her, given her pleasure.
"Don’t lick like you’re cleaning it," Lilith whispered playfully.
"Lick like you want to understand it."
Morvessa gave a small nod, then reached in further.
This ti, her tongue slowly circled the head of the flesh— mimicking Lilith’s earlier movent.
Nathan trembled.
His hands clenched at his sides, but he remained still.
Not wanting to ruin the sacred mont unfolding before him.
Slowly, Morvessa opened her mouth.
She hesitantly took in just the tip of the shaft—
And once it entered...
soft, warm, slick...
her soul quietly exploded.
Lilith looked at her with pride.
"Good girl... now wrap your lips around it. Not too tight. Let him feel your presence, not your pressure."
Morvessa nodded again, still with the shaft in her mouth.
Her hands rested on Nathan’s thighs— reflexively, needing support.
And from there, she began to suck.
Slowly.
Nervously.
But... beautifully.
Nathan tilted his head toward the tower ceiling.
He could no longer think about anything.
Not sin.
Not morality.
Not even why these two beings were kneeling before him.
All he knew...
was that in Morvessa’s first suck— there was gratitude.
And in Lilith’s whisper, there was pride.
And in his trembling body... there was a peace that could not be explained in human language.
"Now... let’s do it together, sweetheart."
Nathan’s legs trembled.
Two tongues, one glock, and a silence so wet it echoed through the Tower.
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The real lesson had just begun.
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