I had forgotten that, just like Priscilla, who doesn’t hide her desires, Elisier also harbors some rather twisted ones. As I stood there, Elisier urged me again.

"Well, what are you waiting for? My womb is right here. Use your hands to crush this sacred space made for bearing children, and turn it into an organ meant only for pleasure."

Her long, slender fingers pressed down on her lower abdomen. The slightly swollen area compressed under her touch and then sprang back with a taut, elastic rebound.

It was as if she was flaunting the organ contained within.

Despite being …