Monster Harem In The Tower
Chapter 128: Coil Me Softly

Chapter 128: Coil Me Softly

Nathan bit his lower lip.

It hurt.

But also... something strange.

His shaft twitched every time Velmora tightened her coils, then loosened them again—like a snake sucking in air and exhaling it back through the only hole left in sanity.

"Agh... V-Velmora..." Nathan gasped, voice trembling.

But Velmora didn’t respond. Her eyes half-lidded. Her face serene—like a nun who’d just discovered holy scripture at the bottom of a steaming spring.

Her body moved.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

Up.

Down.

It wasn’t thrusting. Not wild riding.

It was spiral drilling—rotating downwards in a slow, relentless rhythm.

Every loop of her tail applied pressure from the base to the tip, like a living corkscrew made of heat and muscle.

"Aghh—" Nathan winced, face flushed red. If only it were a bit slicker... this wouldn’t hurt as much... he thought, half-mad.

But he didn’t dare tell her to stop.

Because between those pulses of pain—there was something else.

Something strange. Like a nerve being kissed awake by the humid heat of a reptilian goddess.

A tingle that sparked... something deeper.

"Am I... suffering or turned on?" Nathan whispered to himself.

Velmora hissed softly. Her eyes still closed. Cheeks slightly pink.

Maybe she was meditating.

Or maybe counting the throbs of Nathan’s shaft with some built-in serpentine metronome.

As the shaft twitched again—harder, firmer, like a wand refusing to be sealed—Velmora increased her rhythm.

She rose higher, descended deeper.

Her coils wrapped in spirals, stroking from root to tip in a deliberate, ritual-like pattern.

Nathan groaned louder. "Ah—wait, Vel... that—!"

"What’s wrong?" came a calm, curious voice from beside him—Validia.

Nathan nearly choked on his own spit.

"I-I..."

He turned slowly. Validia was still sitting beside him.

Face close. Eyes gentle. Curious.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

Nathan wanted to answer honestly. But his brain thought first.

And as usual, the system obeyed the brain.

[Ding!]

His intrusive thought... birthed a new intrusive panel.

A large panel appeared in front of Validia. Bright red. Like a divine emergency signal.

[Instruction: Retrieve water and a Sapoa Tree stalk.]

[Use the water to cool Nathan’s shaft.]

[Squeeze the tip of the Sapoa Tree until the red sap coats the upper shaft.]

Validia read quickly. Her lips parted slightly.

Not in shock—but in joy.

"...Finally..." she whispered.

She stood. No questions asked. No hesitation.

Didn’t even look at Nathan again. Just grinned with childlike glee—like she’d just been picked to go first on the scariest ride at the park.

Her steps were swift. Confident.

Her ass swayed like two jelly balls kissed by the forest breeze.

Even the leaves seemed to cheer her on.

Nathan wanted to call her name, but his voice caught.

Too much stimulation.

Too much pressure in one place.

Because right as Validia left—Velmora stopped.

Her movements slowed... then halted completely.

She hugged the head of Nathan’s shaft.

Her posture—like a devoted lover asserting gentle dominance.

Her eyes opened slowly.

She looked at the tip.

A single drop dangled there. Clear. Delicate. Quivering slightly from the subtle pulse of the exhausted shaft.

Velmora parted her lips.

Nathan tensed. "Eh... V-Velmora...?"

She didn’t respond. Didn’t let go.

She leaned in.

Her breath touched his skin.

Warm. Damp. Scented like leaves and desire.

She dipped her head—

—and kissed the very spot where the drop had formed.

Cup....

Velmora stayed there—her lips brushing against the tip, barely moving. Her tongue peeked out, sliding under the ridge, tasting the warm droplet as it clung to her mouth. Her eyes fluttered half-open, lashes trembling. She didn’t move fast. She let her breath soak into the head, her cheek brushing along the side like she was cuddling a hot, needy fruit. Her coils shifted just slightly, tightening again near the base. It pulsed. She sighed, letting her lower lip drag across the slit one more time—leaving it shiny. Nathan felt like his cock was being seduced by humidity itself.

Not a sloppy lick.

Not a devouring suck.

But a soft, reverent kiss.

Like a nun kissing a sacred cross.

Like a monk touching the temple floor.

Like a poet greeting his first drop of ink.

Nathan shivered.

And just as his soul was about to leave—

Validia returned.

Her left hand cupped water, careful not to spill.

Her right hand gripped a Sapoa Tree stalk—leafless, with its thick tip dripping warm, pinkish-red sap.

"Sorry I took so long~" she chirped.

Before Nathan could say anything, she poured the water over his shaft.

Splash—

Water cascaded over Nathan’s cock, trailing over veins and catching at the flare of his tip like liquid glass. The shine made every twitch look amplified. Velmora stared at it, lips parted. Droplets clung to the underside, outlining its shape like it had been sculpted fresh. Validia adjusted her angle, letting the final splash trail between his thighs. Steam rose faintly—warm cock, cold water. Nathan groaned again, and both girls leaned in, as if the sound itself was foreplay. For a brief second, time slowed. Nothing mattered except how slick, thick, and ready his shaft looked under the wet light.

Cold water. Straight on the overheated cock.

The effect was instant.

Nathan jolted.

Velmora flinched too—but instead of panicking, she burst out laughing.

A real, full laugh.

"Ahahaha...!"

Nathan blinked.

"I... I’ve never heard you laugh before..."

Velmora glanced at him briefly. Smiled sweetly.

Validia didn’t wait. She lifted the Sapoa stalk.

"Velmora, could you release your coils a moment?"

Velmora nodded and slithered down.

"Now... it’s time," she said quietly.

She squeezed the tip.

Drip...

Drip...

The red sap oozed slowly.

Thick. Slippery. Warm.

The first drop fell.

Landed on Nathan’s shaft.

It melted down the left side... then the right... and finally to the tip.

Nathan let out a long breath—soft, shaking—like a man baptized in molten lust.

Velmora smiled. "Ahaha... now your cock looks like it’s being cleansed."

Her breathing quickened. Her smile widened. She shot forward, slithered back up Nathan’s leg, closer to his base.

Then coiled again—

Around the shaft now slick with sap.

Slrpp...

That wet sound echoed.

Velmora’s coils pulsed again—now slick with sapoa sap, they no longer grinded, they glided. Like an oil-slicked rope around a drum of sin. Each twist now slid with obscene precision, dragging a low moan from Nathan’s throat. His body tensed, but not from pain—this was something else.

His cock, soaked and shiny, looked less like flesh and more like a living totem. A wet, throbbing relic being honored by a ritual that blurred the line between worship and foreplay.

Velmora tilted her head, and tightened her grip just slightly—causing the sap to bead around her coils like dew on a vine. "It’s moving again~" she whispered.

Nathan couldn’t even speak. His fingers clawed into the grass. Every pulse of his shaft was being echoed by her rhythm. She spiraled up, coiled down, then rolled her lower body gently—massaging the base in tight, humid spirals.

His vision blurred.

Even the air tasted different now—like bark, spice, and sweat. The sap’s scent mixed with Velmora’s skin. Thick. Clinging.

When her coils squeezed the base once more and slowly twisted upward, Nathan jerked slightly—legs twitching. A droplet flew off the tip.

Velmora gasped, smiling wide.

"Is it... happy?"