Round 455

The walls' breathing stopped completely—everything except that low pulsing hum growing stronger like a heartbeat counting down seconds until whatever came next began. The tendrils had pulled them together with practiced ease, sliding Jeane's pants down her thighs to leave her exposed from waist to knee in the bioluminescent gloom while pressing Halie's body flush against Silra's front. The moment skin met skin, the corruption that had been spreading across Silra's flesh began to bridge the gap between them. Tiny crystalline threads stretched out from the stardust coating, reaching for Halie's exposed skin like living wire seeking ground. The two women found themselves locked together in a compromising position, their faces mere inches apart...