Round 418

The walls' breathing syncopated now, each exhale punctuated by the wet sounds of Silra's mouth working against Jeane's throat. The tendrils retracted momentarily, then redoubled their efforts, dozens of them now caressing and probing every exposed inch of skin between them. Jeane cried out into the kiss as something thick and insistent pressed against her asshole, forcing its way inside with a single smooth motion that made her entire body spasm.

"Fuck—what are you doing?" she managed to gasp between kisses, even as her hips began to rock back against the invading appendage. Silra's response was to simply deepen the kiss, her tongue exploring Jeane's mouth with an almost desperate intensity while her hands roamed over Jeane's breasts and stomach.

The air in the chamber seemed to thicken, growing warm and humid, filled with the scent of sex and something else—something ancient and hungry. The walls pulsed faster now, their breathing matched perfectly to the rhythm of the thrusting tendrils inside both women. Jeane felt her own arousal building despite herself, her pussy dripping wet as multiple appendages worked in tandem to fuck her from every angle.

"This isn't right," she whimpered, even as she ground her hips down onto Silra's thigh, seeking more friction against her clit. "We shouldn't—"

"Shh," Silra hushed against her lips, cutting off the protest. "Just let it happen. We need this." Her hands slid down to grip Jeane's ass, pulling her closer and impaling her deeper on the thick shaft buried in her asshole. The tendrils responded instantly, increasing their pace and pressure until Jeane was lost in a haze of pleasure, all thoughts of resistance dissolving under the onslaught of sensation.

The walls seemed to close in around them, the bioluminescent fluid pulsing with each thrust and moan. And somewhere beneath them, the low humming grew louder, more insistent—a heartbeat counting down the seconds until whatever waited downstairs could join the feast above.