Round 497

The walls' thrumming pulse intensified, each beat sending shivers through the stone around them and directly into Halie's flesh. She found herself pressed close to Silra in the narrow space, the adaptive tissue forcing their bodies together with insistent pressure. The air grew thick with the scent of arousal and something ancient—something hungry. "Halie," Silra whispered, her voice barely audible over the thrumming of the walls. "Do you feel that?" The divine woman nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving the writhing surface of the stone before them. "It's... feeding on us somehow." Her skin felt hot, too hot, and a deep ache had begun to build between her thighs. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to put even a fraction of an inch between herself and Silra's soft curves. The walls seemed to chuckle, the sound reverberating through both their bodies. "You cannot escape your own desire," it said, the voice echoing from everywhere and nowhere at once. "Embrace what you are." Halie gritted her teeth, fighting against the insistent pulse that seemed to match the beating of her own heart—and Silra's. She knew...