Validia bit her lip.
Her legs tensed.
The fingers between her thighs kept moving—soft, precise, like a heretic priestess preparing fresh blood for a demon.
Her breasts still pressed tightly around Nathan's shaft, creating those wicked wet sounds:
Slrrp… schlup… thlp…
Validia's face flushed.
Her breathing ragged.
But she said nothing.
Only a faint whisper escaped her lips—like a dreamer mumbling in their sleep:
"…any second now…"
Too soft to be called a confession.
But just enough… to spark catastrophe.
Morvessa—who had been suckling Nathan's nipple all this time—suddenly let go.
She turned and dove, as if activated by an invisible incantation.
Her body launched toward the fields, wings flapping rapidly.
She vanished like lightning, leaving Nathan swaying on the edge of collapse.
She flew north—toward the sacred fields—with an expression twisted between divinity and madness.
"Brother…"
