Nathan was still staring at the winged creature in front of him, his breath suspended in the never-ending night air.
But it wasn't just a creature.
It was Morvessa.
And her eyes… were no longer those of a bird who once shredded the skies with her screams. Now her eyes… were damp. Quiet. As if holding something back for far too long—something finally allowed to be released.
She floated gently, her wings spreading open like hesitant flower petals unsure if they should bloom. Her body glowed faintly beneath the light of the Prunus Vitalis tree, her skin pale like old milk still warm from the udder.
Nathan frowned. "Morvessa…?"
No response. Just that look. The look of someone who knew exactly what she wanted, but pretended not to know how to ask.
Then Nathan noticed—her breathing was quick. Her eyes… too bright.
Horny.
The half-bird girl with pale breasts was aroused.
