A guttural groan echoes across the stone chamber.
Sera's eyes roll back, her body quivers with a glorious tension, muscles trembling like harp strings plucked by divine fingers. Her hands clutches Pip's smooth thigh plating, breath hitching in rhythmic gasps as he rocks her from behind.
She clenches her teeth, tenses her body, and tries to hold on.
But a slap of Pip's pelvis against her inner thighs releases another guttural moan.
She slaps a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound.
Across the room, Vuvi chuckles into her flask. "Oh, let it all out, sweetheart. This place was made for it."
Ka'Lula and Penelo have abandoned their spots with the team and now swirl joyfully around the pedestal with the witches, dancing in half-time to the chanting melody.
Their limbs move with free, gleeful abandon, like leaves fluttering in an enchanted wind.
Veena, seated beside Vuvi, fans herself with a vine-woven fan she found somewhere in the temple, lips parted, face flushed.
