Zyra then unleashed her emerald flaming breath right at the intersection of her legs where her private part was located. Panicked, Azel forcefully slammed shut both of her legs back, which ended up sandwiching Zyra with both of her plump thighs.
Zyra's admiral cap fell from her head because of it.
The sensation was surprising and awkward, that Zyra ended up stopping her flaming breath. Both of them created a somewhat weird 69 position in the air without the sexual implication.
Thankfully, the emerald flame did nothing as Azel's attire was created with heat and all sorts of corrosive substances in mind.
"... Why are you enjoying it??" Azel exclaimed in embarrassment.
"This softness reminded me of my pillow back home." Zyra looked as if she had just received an enlightenment. "It's been two years since the last time I got any meaningful rest, and it kinda shocks me to an extent."
