Nathan finally accepted the fact that he had to continue the delayed farm project. Deep down, he no longer resisted the reality—last night’s twisted but strangely warm family mories had cald him enough.
Morvessa flapped her wings and floated up. "Co on, brother," she said with a smile. Her pale, perky breasts bounced slightly, full of energy for the new day—even after spending the whole night getting railed by the sa man she now called brother.
Nathan swallowed hard as he watched her. His shaft stirred again inside his pants. She looks... brighter now. Not as dull as before... and... He sighed. She calls brother now.
"Alright. Let’s go." Nathan followed Morvessa as she flew toward the circular opening—the entrance to her lair inside the massive tree trunk. The sun was already lighting up the forest where the three of them had indulged in their sinful desires.
Morvessa soared out with joy, her pale butt cheeks parting mid-air as if waving at Nathan, teasing him to follow. She turned around mid-flight and called out, "Brother, wanna jump yourself, or should I carry you with my legs?" She raised one of her bird-like legs, and with that motion, her pale slit was perfectly exposed—welcoming the warm morning air and the horny gaze of a man nad Nathan.
Damn... it’s all clean and pretty again. When did she even clean it? Last night it was still a ss, he thought, eyes fixed on the lips of that soft altar of flesh.
Nathan shook his head. Shit, it’s still morning. I’ve got a damn farm project to do... I can’t be horny all the ti, he scolded himself.
"Morvessa, I’ll just jump. You go on ahead to the farm project spot," Nathan said with a smile—trying his best to bury that raging morning lust.
Morvessa nodded cutely, then flew off into the distance. Nathan got into position, then—
Jump...
He leapt from the tall tree. His eyes widened, and his rock-hard cock twitched in surprise.
"Shit—my skill..." he muttered, then sighed in relief.
Thud!
His feet hit the ground.
"Thank fuck, [Temporary Physical Enhancent] is still active," he muttered, exhaling and starting his walk toward the riverbank, where the farm project was waiting.
His feelings were all over the place.
He rembered the soft caral tits of Domina and Livia.
The smooth, glistening scales of Velmora.
The warm, loving embrace of Validia.
They all had full awareness now—no longer treating his cock like so fun toy. But the mories of Nathan’s dick still lingered in their minds... and that left him feeling a little guilty.
"I’ll apologize to them," he said to himself.
That tiny fragnt of his masculine soul—the one that hadn’t been completely drowned in lust—rose up. He refused to be like modern n who escaped reality by swiping their thumbs across a screen, endlessly doomscrolling instead of facing the chaos they helped create.
Flap...
A gust of wind hit Nathan from behind and suddenly—
Hugg...
Huh?
Nathan flinched a bit. "Morvessa?"
Morvessa was hugging him from behind—like a little sister who wanted her big brother to carry her.
"I wanna get carried by you, brother... hehe..." she giggled softly, her bird legs wrapping around Nathan’s lower belly, clinging tightly.
Nathan frowned a bit. "Why didn’t you just go ahead first?"
Morvessa’s face turned gloomy. She spoke quietly.
"Broo... you don’t wanna carry ...?"
Nathan froze. Her mood had shifted so quickly it caught him off guard.
She’s really changed... She’s gotten way cuter, he thought.
"Ahem... No, I do. Of course I do," he said, trying to sound natural.
"Yayyy~"
Morvessa’s hands crossed over his shoulders now, her dark feathers spreading over his chest like a beautiful, familial-feeling armor.
Her bird thighs were supported by Nathan’s arms—his hands tucked under the bend of her knees. He walked slowly, cherishing the mont.
Morvessa was humming softly, like a little sister reunited with the brother she loved after years apart.
Her pale breasts were squished against his back, her warm breath brushing against his neck.
Nathan gritted his teeth—fighting the lust crawling in his veins.
He didn’t want to ruin the sweetness of this mont...
Not even with his cock.
Morvessa looked like she had found a new kind of joy—
a reason to keep going.
She gently sniffed Nathan’s scent, her face flushing pink.
I won’t be alone anymore... even if brother...
She shifted slightly in Nathan’s piggyback hold, her gaze fixed on his back.
...can’t get pregnant yet... at least he can still fuck and lick my... eumhhh.
A quiet smile ford on her lips.
Then she hugged him tighter again, as if that was all she ever needed.
Nathan walked slowly through the forest, carrying Morvessa on his back.
The morning breeze was gentle, brushing his face with the scent of wet soil and fresh leaves...
But one thing was far more distracting than all of that:
Morvessa’s breathing.
Warm. Uneven.
Directly hitting the skin of his neck—
punctuated by soft little gasps, like secret whispers from a girl at war with her own body.
Nathan frowned.
Sothing was... off.
"...Morvessa?" he muttered, glancing to the side.
No reply—just a quiet murmur and the faintest exhale from her nose.
Then he noticed it.
Her chest—pressed against his back—was pushing harder.
Firm.
Soft... yet stiff in the middle.
Nathan bit his lip.
Shit... her nipples...
Those two little nubs were poking into his back like an SOS signal from a body on the brink.
And worse...
The underside of her thighs—wrapped around his waist—were getting slicker.
Wet.
At first, he thought it was morning dew.
But now?
Nope.
That wasn’t regular moisture.
Nathan held his breath.
In that mont, he knew:
Morvessa was burning up.
Cold sweat ran down his temple.
Not from fear—
but from holding back the rising storm of lust crawling from his groin to his chest.
He could sll her now.
There was sothing... sweet. Warm.
A mix of soft bird feathers and boiling feminine nectar.
And then—
Morvessa whispered in his ear:
"Brother... wanna play a little?"
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