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Cerina sat there for a moment, her breathing uneven, the spheres pulsing in her hand and the shaft inside her. The hollow ache in her stomach was gone, but now there was something else—a creeping desire to feel that strange satisfaction again.

She glanced at her delicate opening, now filled with the stone, and her fingers tightened around it. What if she… did it again?

Her hand trembled and she inhaled deeply as she slowly pulled the stone out. It came free with only faint resistance, the smooth surfaces gliding outward as if it was always meant to fit her. The moment the stone was fully removed, the hollow feeling began to return, curling inside her like a growing hunger.

Cerina swallowed hard, unable to resist. She aligned the stone with her greedy opening once more and gently pushed it inside. The sensation was immediate—a rush of warmth spreading through her body, chasing away the ache as she eased the stone in slowly, deliberately. Her breath hitched as the familiar waves of satisfaction began to take hold. She let out a delicate squeak as it penetrated her fully.

She pulled it out again, the hollow ache creeping back almost instantly, sharper now, demanding. Her hands moved with a newfound urgency, guiding the stone back inwards, her pace quickening just slightly. The warmth returned, stronger this time, leaving her head light and her heart pounding.

Again and again, she repeated the motion, each cycle faster than the last. Each time the stone slipped into the hollow tube, the sensation of fullness swelled within her, only to ebb away the moment she withdrew it. She found herself chasing the feeling, trying to hold onto it for longer, pushing the stone back into the tube with an almost **** rhythm.

Her breath came in shallow whimpering gasps as her movements quickened further, the room around her fading out of mind. All she could feel was the object in her hands and the strange, intoxicating waves it sent through her.

And then, as she pushed the stone in one last time, something changed. Her own body seemed to reject it, forcing it outwards. She threw her head back in a **** moan and let go, shaking violently as her insides propelled the stone out on a wave of creamy juices that sprayed wildly.

She clapped her hand over her mouth to hold back a scream of unparalleled bliss.

Cerina collapsed in a heap onto the blankets beneath her, robe falling back into place as she giggled and shook uncontrollably. The warmth in her chest continued to press outward as if trying to escape. But the only thing on her mind was the voice she now felt an inescapable connection to. It had gone quiet, but she longed for it. Even… to find it.