Round 7

As Jeane Cromwell stood before Halie, her wings unfurling slightly, a predatory smile played across her full lips, appraising her with interest. The tension in the room was palpable, a mix of shock, fear, and curiosity hanging in the air. Halie's eyes darted from Jeane to Silra, sprawled on the bed, and back again, her expression a mask of concern and arousal.

Jeane's gaze lingered on Halie, her dark leathery wings rustling softly as she shifted her weight. "Well now, what do we have here?" she asked, her voice low and husky, inviting Halie to join the impromptu gathering. The holy woman's fluster was evident, but Jeane's words were laced with a subtle challenge, daring her to resist the invitation.

Silra's response was immediate, her voice barely above a whisper as she shifted on the bed, presenting herself once more. Her body thrummed with an insatiable hunger, her eyes glassy with desire. "More?" she asked, her question hanging in the air, a plea for more stimulation, more filling, more of everything that made this particular kind of exhaustion so satisfying. Jeane's wings fluttered softly as she turned to face Halie fully, her eyes gleaming with a predatory light.