Round 499

The walls pulsed harder now, each beat shaking them both. The fluid between them grew hotter, slicker, and the scent changed—arousal mixed with something ancient and hungry. Silra's fingers traced patterns across Halie's skin, the divine woman's eyes fixed on the writhing stone before them. "It's feeding," Halie whispered, her skin burning where the fluid touched it. The walls responded to their voices, the rhythm shifting to match their heartbeats. They were trapped together in this living corridor, the walls' hunger growing with each passing moment.