Round 500

The rhythm changed. The walls began to pulse in time with their own heartbeats, each thump sending fresh waves of heat through the fluid that bound them together. Silra's hands moved across Halie's skin almost unconsciously, tracing patterns of comfort and exploration without conscious thought. The walls responded, their surface shifting and breathing in sync with the two women trapped within. The air grew thick with scent—arousal mixed with something ancient and hungry that made Halie's divine magic crawl beneath her skin.