The air was thick — glowing softly with the remnants of spiritual energy.
Momo lay breathless, pinned gently to the bed as a warm hand traced the curve of her waist. Her top had been tugged up, exposing her toned stomach, rising and falling with shallow breaths.
Aira gasped — a firm palm pressed just above her chest, her eyes fluttering closed as magical heat surged through her body.
“This… this isn’t just exorcism anymore, is it?” she whispered, her lips parted in dazed delight.
The bed pulsed with energy. Moans echoed like distant spells.
And neither of them wanted it to stop.
G-A
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