Monster Harem In The Tower-Chapter 55: Slippery Hope

Nathan froze.

His breath hitched.

Slowly, he turned his head.

Behind a sapoa tree, faintly, appeared a figure with a beautiful V-line and shimmering red hair, glowing softly under the sun.

Velmora.

A slight smile on her face, her eyes like twilight mist dancing slowly, and her lips trembled with a gentle whisper.

"I will... guide you..."

Nathan swallowed hard.

"A-a..."

He was confused.

Velmora moved slowly, step by step toward Nathan, who was stark naked.

Shit... she’s so cute and sexy. Nathan gulped.

Velmora stopped right in front of him.

"I... I will guide you if you want to go into the forest again," she said softly.

Nathan felt the hair on his neck stand up.

His body was still sticky with baby oil, his hands were slippery, and his cock — well, unfortunately — still hadn’t gone down.

"A... ahh... okay... b-but I need to wash up first."

Nathan glanced at his shovel, then dismissed it, the shovel vanishing from his soul-link.

Will she ask about the shovel? Nathan wondered.

Velmora lowered her head, her shoulders trembling again like someone holding back laughter. This time, Nathan understood.

She’s a shy monster, Nathan thought.

Velmora stayed silent, making everything feel awkward again. Especially with Nathan standing there naked, cock still hard. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Nathan swallowed.

Fvck... that V-line plus the scales are so damn sexy. His cock twitched.

Nathan stood stiff, his body tense, feeling uncomfortable, fighting the urge to jerk himself off right there with the snake girl in front of him as fap material.

Velmora was still standing there, no more than two steps away, her red hair glowing softly under the sunlight.

Velmora looked up at him from under her lashes, a small smile hanging on the corner of her lips. Her hand moved slowly, brushing away a lock of hair that had fallen on her shoulder, then almost absentmindedly she pulled one strand of red hair, twirling it around her slender fingers.

Nathan swallowed hard. "I... ah..."

His lips trembled, his eyes unable to tear away from Velmora’s perfect V-line, her slim stomach with faint abs showing as it rose and fell with each breath.

Velmora gave her tail a slight flick, the tip brushing lightly against the ground. The scales on her thighs reflected the light, making Nathan feel hypnotized.

"Why... are you looking at me like that?"

she whispered softly, almost disturbing the air itself.

Nathan gaped. "A-ah, s-sorry... I was just..."

Ah shit... I’m getting even hornier.

Velmora’s thin smile stayed, unclear whether it was shy or deliberately teasing. She took a small step forward, just enough for Nathan to catch a faint scent. The space between them was now only one step.

Velmora’s fingers slowly rose to her own chest, as if calming an invisible heartbeat,

then drifted down to her waist. Those slender fingers brushed over the scales on her hip for a moment before stopping.

"I... am waiting..." she whispered again,

her voice almost breaking, like someone not used to speaking so close.

Nathan blinked rapidly, his face flushed.

He could hear his own heartbeat, so loud it drowned out everything else.

He knew he should say something, pull back, do anything — but his brain wasn’t working. All he could do was stand there, frozen, while Velmora stood in front of him, her red hair swaying slightly, her eyes watching him as if he was the most special human in the world.

With effort, Nathan shook his head.

"Ack..." Nathan turned away,

his eyes landing on the sapoa sap that had gathered on the leaves.

"I’ll start washing up first," he said.

Velmora only nodded, and the air turned silent again.

Nathan grabbed the sapoa leaves, picked up his robe and dirty pants.

He knelt at riverbank and dunked the dirty pants into the water, lifted them out, and slowly poured the sapoa sap over them.

Then he started scrubbing the sapoa sap into a lather.

Srkk... srkkk...

This is so weird... I’m doing laundry with a hard-on, while a snake monster is watching me, Nathan thought as he kept scrubbing the soapy pants.

He was starting to feel uncomfortable,

his cock almost begging for a massage.

He swallowed hard.

I can’t take this anymore... He looked at the river’s current.

Maybe if I stand in the river, my dick will calm down a bit.

Slowly, Nathan stepped into the water.

The river only reached his thighs.

Damn, my cock’s still not underwater,

he kept scrubbing his pants, dipping them into the water now and then.

Suddenly—

Byurr...

Velmora jumped into the water.

Nathan flinched slightly.

Velmora stayed silent.

What’s she trying to do? Nathan wondered, continuing to scrub his pants.

Srkk... srkkk...

Splashrt...

Water smacked into his face.

Nathan reflexively covered his face with his soapy hands.

"What are you do—"

Splashrt...

Velmora splashed water at his face again, doing it repeatedly.

"Shit..."

The soap from Nathan’s hands ran onto his face.

"Stop... what are you doing?" Nathan muttered, slightly annoyed.

Velmora stopped.

When Nathan cracked his eyes open a little,

he saw Velmora’s wide smile fade when she heard his irritated tone.

"So... shh... shh..."

Velmora’s body trembled like someone holding back laughter again.

"Sorry..." she whispered softly.

Nathan wiped his face, still wet and covered in soapy bubbles.

Velmora stood still, just watching while twirling the tip of her red hair,

her tail occasionally shifting across the water’s surface, creating small ripples.

"Sorry..." Velmora whispered softly, eyes lowered, shoulders trembling slightly.

She wasn’t laughing — more like nervous, unsure what to do in this awkward moment.

Nathan took a deep breath.

"It’s okay... I’m... not used to this either," he said quietly, trying to break the tension.

Velmora gave a small nod, but didn’t come closer. She stayed at a safe distance, half her body submerged in water, the tip of her tail slowly curling to the side.

Nathan stole a glance.

Damn... that V-line... those soft abs... her red hair wet from the water...

His mind spiraled wildly, but he forced himself to look down again, focusing on scrubbing his pants.

Srkk... srkk...

The sound of fabric being washed filled the weird silence.

Velmora played with her fingers on the water’s surface, gently brushing it like a shy kid. Nathan glanced over again,

caught Velmora’s eyes looking at him —

then quickly looked down, his cheeks flushing red.

"... D-do you... not want to play with me?" Velmora finally whispered.

Nathan froze for a moment.

"Huh...?"

Silence again.

Only the sound of the river and the breeze.

Nathan peeked at Velmora, Play? he wondered.

He saw the corners of Velmora’s eyes glistening slightly.

Nathan stopped scrubbing his pants.

He turned toward Velmora.

"Do... do you want to play?"

Velmora immediately straightened up and squirmed closer to Nathan, nodding, her hands slightly lifted like a kitten being picked up, "E... eumm..." her head nodded softly.

What play? The fuck did I just say... Nathan was confused by his own words.

"A... I... I often see you playing here with Domina and Livia, d-do you... want to with me too?" Velmora asked, stammering.

With that question, The First Legendary Dick Master realized — the "play" Velmora meant was the kind that involved rubbing his cock.

Nathan swallowed hard.

"A... a..."

Shhhrrr...

Without waiting for Nathan’s answer, Velmora slithered closer, the lower half of her serpentine body curling effortlessly around his waist, her cool scales brushing against his heated skin.

Her hips—if they could even be called that—were a hypnotic swell of firm, scaled flesh, arching into a shape that mimicked the curve of mortal thighs and buttocks, smooth yet textured, alien yet maddeningly sensual.

"Wa... w-wait, Velmora!" Nathan panicked, his hands still gripping the pants he was washing. But Velmora’s coils tightened even more, wrapping around his waist and thighs.

Srak!

The pants he was washing became the divider between the skin of his cock and Velmora’s scales. Nathan struggled to break free. The soap suds on the pants rubbed between his cock and the scales from opposite directions.

Slip...

The pants slipped out of the coil,

and the skin of his shaft — which had been hard and slick from the soap all along — now directly touched Velmora’s cold, smooth scales.

"Ah—fvck..." Nathan held his breath,

his knees instantly turning weak.