>>58931068STOP CALLING ME THTA
THATS NOT MY NAME JEET
It . At the same moment, Diantha’s body bowed against hers, a silent, shuddering cry on her lips, her own release triggered by the intense pressure and their shared, forced intimacy.
It was brutal, short, and followed immediately by a crushing, soul-deep shame that dwarfed the physical aftermath. They lay twitching against each other, spent, as the stomach walls continued their relentless, uncaring churn.
Outside, Aldith sighed with deep satisfaction. She stroked the now-quieter bulge. “Beautiful. Just beautiful. Sevvy, my love, you’ve outdone yourself. Two champions, broken and spent. Now… finish the job. Digest them well. Let them savor each other’s taste as they melt.”
Inside, the aftermath was a silent hell. The strange, shameful heat was fading, leaving only the intensified burn of the acids and the heavy, hopeless weight of their fate. Their bodies were still entwined, but the frantic energy was gone. They were just two lumps of meat, slowly stewing.
Diantha’s eyes opened. She looked at Cynthia, no longer with terror, but with a profound, exhausted sadness. “I’m… glad… you’re here,” she whispered, the words barely forming.
Cynthia, her own spirit shattered, could only press her forehead against Diantha’s. It was the only comfort they could offer. The only love left in this dark, hot, dissolving world. They clung to that tiny point of contact as the acids bit deeper, and the Seviper’s contented purr vibrated through them, a lullaby for the damned
