Lilith was still kneeling beside Morvessa.
Her hand still touched the cheek of the pale-skinned, fragile, and horny bird girl, and her eyes now radiated a warmth… that was unusual.
"My dear," she said softly.
"The problem isn't with you. But with this human—who hasn't matured enough to satisfy your heavenly body."
Morvessa didn't respond.
She just stayed silent, but didn't resist when Lilith pulled her into a hug.
Morvessa's cheek rested on Lilith's large breasts, like a baby bird out of energy surrendering to the first warm nest it could find.
The softness of Lilith's breasts didn't just comfort Morvessa—it erased time. For a second, she felt like a lost daughter returned to a mother she never had. But this mother was warm, sticky, and dripping with something sacred… and sinful. Her breath synced with Lilith's heartbeat. Her thighs quivered.
"He hasn't leveled up, Dear," Lilith whispered into Morvessa's ear.
