Round 416

The walls' rhythmic breathing synchronized with their combined heartbeats, creating an unsettling harmony that drew them closer together despite every instinct screaming otherwise. Jeane tried to twist away, but the tendril held them fast in its slick embrace—her back pressed against Silra's front now, both women pinned between living stone and each other. The sweet stink of corruption mixed with something else entirely: the sharp tang of arousal that made her head swim.

Silra’s fingers found their way between Jeane’s legs, and the thief’s head fell back against Silra’s shoulder. "Tell me you don't want this," the priestess growled, her voice low and dangerous as she ground her hips forward, pressing the toy harder against Jeane's thigh. The wet heat of Silra’s own arousal seeped through her pants, mingling with the sweet stink of corruption in the air.