The elixir began to form in ever-increasing quantities, making both sisters happy, since that was their goal...
Glrp… klrrk… slp-tch…
The sound, contrary to the purpose of this ritual, sounded wet and vulgar, but both of them, steadfast in their path, did not waver.
No matter how corrupt, and wrong this might seem, both knew it was for their goddess Aeloria.
Gluuck... schlrrrk!... grlk!
There was nothing purer than this.
The sounds of sucking, swallowing, and licking continued; both also began to use their hands.
After all, their sister Phina's large staff had plenty of ground to cover, and the more stimulation, the better.
And it worked.
Both were very satisfied that more and more elixir was coming out, but they didn't neglect their work, since they both knew there could be more—much more—and they put their all into reaching that point.
