Round 461

The low thrumming sound wasn't just in the walls anymore—it had found its way into their bones, vibrating through muscle and sinew until every pulse point in their bodies seemed to resonate with the ancient rhythm. The air between them grew heavy, charged with something that made the hairs on the back of their necks stand upright. Jeane felt Halie's breath catch against her shoulder blade, saw the blonde woman's fingers tighten fractionally on her hips where they gripped for balance—or perhaps something more—as the tendrils holding them shifted again, sliding downward until her pants rode low enough to expose the swell of her ass completely. Silra stood between them, eyes squeezed shut and both hands clamped over her ears as if trying to block out a sound only she could hear—a sound that seemed to be coming from inside her own skull rather than the walls around them. The bioluminescent fluid in the pool surged once more, forming a churning vortex that pulled at the air around them and made the very stones seem to vibrate. It wanted something—needed something—and its focus had narrowed to Silra. The tendrils holding them tightened fractionally again, a slow, deliberate increase of pressure that pressed Jeane's ass more firmly against Halie's clothed crotch while simultaneously forcing Silra's body forward until her face was mere inches from the swirling light.