Round 8

As Halie's low growl hung in the air, Silra's distended stomach sloshed with a gentle, rhythmic motion, and the bed creaked as she shifted her weight, causing the sheets to bunch up around her hips. The softening dick inside Silra's belly coiled within her, its gentle motion a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within her. Hera and Abby stood frozen in the doorway, their faces a mixture of shock and intrigue.

Jeane rose from her seated position on the bed, her movements fluid as water over stone. Her crimson eyes gleamed with an inner fire as she observed the scene before her, her voice a silken purr as she spoke. "Fascinating—the human cleric's reaction is deliciously predictable." The tension in the room was palpable, as Halie's dick still twitched within Silra, and Jeane allowed herself a small smile of appreciation for the display.