Monster Harem In The Tower
Chapter 185: Bridge: Mommy Will Repay

Chapter 185: Bridge: Mommy Will Repay

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.

Each drop clung to his skin like a mark of devotion, shimmering faintly in the low light. His lashes fluttered, catching droplets that refused to fall. This wasn’t just climax—it was a baptism. An anointing. Her essence had chosen him. And without thinking, Nathan parted his lips wider... offering his mouth like a grateful altar.

He opened his mouth—

and swallowed it all,

as if it wasn’t fluid,

but sacrament.

His throat moved slowly, like a beast savoring honeyed venom. It wasn’t just gulping—it was worship. The texture clung to his tongue, thick and elastic, refusing to go down without reminding him whose essence it was.

A love-liquid that had traveled across millennia of waiting,

finally finding an altar in his throat.

It was sticky. Sweet. Salty. Sacred. And wrong.

And yet Nathan drank it like a thirsty monk after a long war.

Each drop that entered his body

etched new runes into his bones.

His spine arched involuntarily. Veins on his neck pulsed like they had just learned a new language—one made of moans, milk, and sacred surrender. Even his fingertips tingled, as if her taste had reached the edge of his nervous system.

But [Optimal Devouring] didn’t trigger.

Nathan noticed.

But he didn’t care.

As if tasting Milky Mommy’s love-nectar

was more than enough for his masculine soul—

still thirsting for something deeper than lust.

And Lilith—

eyes half-lidded, tears trembling at the edge—

didn’t scream anymore.

She... cried. The tear rolled down her cheek slowly, mixing with leftover arousal. It tasted bitter on her tongue—not because of regret, but because she never imagined she’d climax like this. Not by a god, not by war... but by a human tongue.

Her body trembled, not from lingering pleasure,

but from a defeat she had never known

since created by The One Who Made the Earth.

"W-why...?" she whispered,

"...why did you swallow... everything...?"

Nathan slowly lifted his face, his chin still wet.

"I don’t know, Mom..."

he panted,

"...it just felt like something that shouldn’t touch the floor."

He didn’t say it to impress her. He didn’t even know why he said it. But in that moment, his lips felt more honest than ever. Maybe because her taste... felt like a story too old for language, and too warm to waste.

In that instant—

Lilith, who usually radiated obscene maternal energy, turned her face away.

And for the first time in thousands of years...

She felt like a regular woman

who had just been loved—

by the tongue of a human.

Nathan gently lowered Milky Mommy’s thigh, his voice low and disoriented.

"This is... really weird. But it feels good. Even though..."

After letting her leg down, he rose onto his knees,

glancing down at his pants—

now painfully tight.

"...I’m so fucking turned on right now."

Lilith still lay there—trembling, eyes fluttering, her body not yet fully recovered. Her thighs twitched slightly. Not from another hornyiness, but from aftershocks that rippled along her pelvis like distant thunder. Her folds were still glistening—soft, parted, and glowing faintly, like holy petals moistened by midnight rain.

But then, soft feathered footsteps approached from the side,

causing her to slowly lift her gaze.

Morvessa.

The bird-woman.

With a blush still blooming on her cheeks... and lips still wet.

"I saw everything..." she whispered,

her voice like a morning breeze sneaking into a sacred room.

Lilith inhaled sharply, quickly turning her face away—rebuilding her mask.

"Were you... crying?" Morvessa asked softly,

almost afraid to touch the rare fragility before her.

But Lilith raised her chin, swallowing the last tear that longed to escape.

"No, sweetheart," she replied, with a thin smile—

like a marble statue beginning to crack.

"A mother does not cry in front of her daughter..."

Then she slowly rose from her seated altar—without lifting her hips.

Still open.

But now radiating the aura of one trying to reclaim control.

"...A mother retaliates."

"R-retaliate... what?" Nathan mumbled, still dazed—his face wet, breath unsteady.

Lilith’s eyes turned toward Morvessa, sharper than before.

"It’s time we retaliate against your little brother here..."

Morvessa tilted her head, confused. "Little brother?"

"Well, you’re younger than her... aren’t you?"

And just as Nathan opened his mouth to ask—

both of Lilith’s legs gently squeezed his waist.

srrrtttt...

In one absurdly graceful motion,

Lilith lifted one leg—

and slid Nathan’s pants down to his knees... using only her toes.

Nathan’s private glock, already ready to fire seeds, bounced happily. It stood like a cursed monument—veiny, proud, and confused. As if it too had witnessed the divine and didn’t know whether to pray, explode, or apologize to the heavens. Even the tip glistened, as if it had cried in sympathy.

The glock stood tall—slightly veined, gently curved, and twitching with anticipation. It didn’t just look hard. It looked ceremonial. As if it, too, had witnessed a miracle and chose to salute the divine with full mast. A drop of pre-cum shimmered at the tip, catching the moonlight like a gem offered to heaven. It bobbed with his heartbeat, pulsing like a drum that summoned another round of chaos.

Nathan froze.

Morvessa gasped.

And Lilith...

...smiled again.

Now like a divine mother-goddess freshly reborn from the shattering of her own ego.

"Mommy needs to repay you now..."

Because you’ve been such a good boy to your mother, ehe~"

Lilith winked with her left eye, lips curling in holy mischief.