Above the body of the First Legendary Dick Master, Morvessa hesitantly began describing what had been buried in her chest.
She slowly rose—but never left his body.
Her pale pussy still sat upon the private blade, which had long declared its prowess in the art of standing tall.
Lubricating fluids soaked the thin cloth that wrapped the twitching, eager sword underneath.
"I'm lonely… I'm scared of being alone… I…"
Her wings—those eerie extensions fused with her arms—trembled slightly, betraying the doubt within.
She swallowed hard, her pale, firm breasts rising and falling like shy waves.
"I… want…"
Her pale slit tightened, almost biting the rough fabric with anticipation.
"…to bear a child."
Nathan froze.
Sure, he was a pervy man who liked rubbing his dick on the strange skins of monster women.
But this—this was something different.
A child?
Cawwwk!
An eagle screeched in his mind.
