Validia’s body began to tremble. But not like when she was carrying a heavy load, or blocking a monster’s attack.
"Na–Nathan... why..." she whispered weakly,
her cheeks glowing like steel plates heated by twin suns.
Nathan’s fingers were still moving—
inside her, circling, caressing places never touched with love before.
Validia said nothing.
Her body twitched gently,
like dry earth cracking from the sudden birth of a spring in the middle of a desert.
"Aaahh..." she moaned softly.
Her eyes blinked rapidly,
her body threatening to spiral out of control.
"Why does it feel weird...? Why is it so warm...?"
Nathan leaned closer and whispered in her ear,
"Relax, Validia... You just need to stay still.
I just want to love you..."
Validia bit her lower lip.
In her mind, old voices resurfaced—
echoes of a life lived in loneliness,
a body too large to express affection with something as simple as a hug.
Ahh... what is this feeling...?
Why is his hand... inside...?
But this time was different.
Nathan’s fingers weren’t like the fangs of a monster trying to tear her apart.
They weren’t like the insects that once tried to crawl inside while she slept alone in the forest.
They weren’t like that one male Ferrofang Lizard who once tried to ram into her meat gate.
This... feels good... warm... and...
Her head tilted back,
face lifting toward the sky.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, catching the glow of the sun.
Why does it feel... like I’m being protected, not pierced...?
Her mind could no longer form full thoughts.
Her body began to rise—
as if a miracle was approaching its peak.
Meanwhile, in the Tower’s upper-level Chamber...
The Tower Manager—Lilith, the milky mommy—was crying like a child.
Tears soaked her half-exposed chest,
her dress wrinkled beyond repair from the "monitoring session" she had been indulging in.
She stared at the holographic panel before her.
Validia—the lonely giantess—
was finally being touched with care.
Nathan wasn’t rushing.
He wasn’t chasing climax.
"He’s not just thrusting..."
Lilith whispered, her hands clutching her own chest tightly.
"He’s... handling her... like she matters..."
Suddenly, a sharp sob escaped her.
Her left hand covered her mouth.
Her shoulders shook violently.
"He... did it..." she cried.
"He can handle a woman that size... with tenderness... with affection... Nathan..."
Her face was soaked red.
Her eyes widened like someone witnessing the birth of a new star.
Her voice came out in a whisper,
the chair beneath her still soaked,
"One day... you’ll have to do that to me too, my dear..."
She hugged herself, arms wrapped tight.
"My son... Nathan..." She closed her eyes and smiled.
Above the ground surrounding the intimate spectacle, a warm, slightly steamy scent—carried by Validia’s body heat—drifted through the air.
Morvessa was still crouched like a bird, one foot pressed on Validia’s fallen cloth.
Her eyes stared upward—not at the sky, but somewhere else. Directly at the soft core of Validia, now spread open like a fleshy holy scripture.
"Does... that hurt?" she wondered.
But Validia didn’t scream.
She just... trembled.
"Could I... ever be like that?" Morvessa looked down,
gazing at her own body.
like flower petals in winter.
Her breasts weren’t large,
but firm—hardened by the cold air... and something deeper.
They’d always been tied to her wings,
never truly free to touch... or be touched.
"I’ve always felt cold... But why does it feel like there’s something warm now...?"
"Could I... feel that too?"
Her heart thudded, fast and sudden.
It looks painful... but feels good!? she tilted her head.
She didn’t know the answer.
But her eyes didn’t blink—
they couldn’t look away from Nathan.
"He... he can warm something inside me..."
Something she had always known was there—
but always felt cold.
two bunny-eared baddies stood watching.
Domina smiled like a mother watching her child learn to ride a bike.
"I’m glad he’s... finally close to Validia," she said,
her lips curving into a soft crescent.
Livia—the younger and far more curious one—was already sitting with her legs apart,
scratching her own inner thigh.
"I want to copy Nathan..." she murmured,
gazing toward the moaning Validia in the distance.
Domina turned to her. "Why?"
"Because when he bathed me... he touched me down there... and it felt good..."
Domina sat down beside her.
"You don’t have to copy him," she said gently.
"Nathan... will definitely want to play with us too."
The two of them looked at each other.
Then turned their gazes back to Nathan—
like two eager little spectators waiting for their turn on the most absurd roller coaster in Tower history.
And not from the cold.
Something exploded inside her—
a warm wave rising slowly from her belly to her chest,
like a sunrise piercing through a snowstorm.
huge, strong, but shaking—moved.
One gripped Nathan’s wrist tightly,
the one that was still exploring deep inside her.
The other clenched in the air,
like a baby bird testing its wings for the first time.
Her body arched, her breath caught in her throat.
but it sounded more like a prayer than a plea.
Nathan lowered his head and smiled.
"Yeah," he whispered.
He no longer needed to guess.
Validia opened her eyes slightly,
then turned slowly toward Nathan.
Her face was red—like a shy sunset trying not to be seen.
"N–Nathan... suck... my mouth..."
His free hand rose to her cheek—
then guided the giantess’s face toward his.
It was an absurd kiss—
a collision of hunger,
of loneliness finally being seen,
and lips far too big for a normal world.
Validia’s grip on Nathan’s hand below tightened.
Her face turned forward.
Her body arched upward,
chest rising like a bow pulled to its final edge.
Nathan wrapped his arms around her from behind.
His hands tightened around her stomach,
as if pulled forward by absurd gravitational forces—
moved subtly, matching her tension.
Velmora, still wrapped around him, flinched.
She tightened her coils reflexively.
Validia’s body quivered.
Her fingertips clenched at empty air.
"AGHHMM...! EUHHMM...!"