Nyx placed her notebook down carefully and stood up, brushing her robe as if preparing for a practical exam.
"Go on, little scholar... It's your turn now. Just like how I did it."
Morgana's voice was laced with mischief, her legs elegantly crossed as she leaned back with a calm, knowing smile.
Nyx approached the bed silently, her eyes fixed on Aether's cock. Even after releasing so much, it still stood proudly—hard, throbbing, and slightly twitching. The veins along the shaft bulged with stubborn heat, coated in a glistening mixture of Morgana's wetness and his own thick cum.
She climbed up onto the bed carefully, her movements calculated and deliberate. Then she straddled him, placing her knees beside his waist, wearing a focused expression.
"Since the kiss doesn't help with baby-making... I'll skip that part."
Aether raised an eyebrow.
Nyx leaned forward, examining his shaft closely. Her fingers touched the slick coating, rubbing it between her fingers.
