Round 7 Transcript

Jeane Cromwell steps back from Silra's sprawled form on the bed, her wings unfurling slightly as she turns to face Halie fully. Well now, what do we have here? The holy woman grown flustered by a little debauchery? A predatory smile plays across her full lips as she looks Halie up and down appraisingly. You're welcome to join us, you know. Silra clearly isn't objecting—and I assure you, there's more than enough of me to go around. She runs a hand down her own curves, emphasizing the swell of her breasts and the smooth planes of her stomach before letting it rest casually on her hip. Unless, of course, you're too shocked by your friend's... proclivities?

I look at Hera and Abby frozen in the doorway, then back to Halie's conflicted expression, and finally down at my own dripping cunt, slick with Jeane's seed and my own arousal. "More?" I ask simply, already shifting on the bed to present myself again. My body is thrumming for more—more stimulation, more filling, more of everything that makes this particular kind of exhaustion so fucking satisfying. Jeane steps back from me, her wings unfurling slightly as she turns to face Halie fully. "Well now," Jeane purrs, her voice dripping with amusement, "what do we have here? The holy woman grown flustered by a little debauchery?" A predatory smile plays across her full lips as she looks Halie up and down appraisingly. "You're welcome to join us, you know. Silra here clearly isn't complaining."

Halie's eyes flick between me and Jeane, her expression torn between disgust and something I can't quite place—curiosity? Desire? The thought makes my cunt clench with renewed need. "Silra," Halie says, her voice low and dangerous despite the tremor running through it. "Are you… do you actually want this?" Her gaze is searching now, almost pleading for some kind of explanation or reassurance that I haven't completely lost my mind—and maybe I have. But fuck if I care right now. "Yes," I reply without hesitation, spreading my thighs wider in clear invitation. "I've never felt more alive than when I'm being used like this." The words come out matter-of-fact, devoid of the shame or embarrassment that might have been there once upon a time. Now? Now I own it. This hunger is mine. Jeane chuckles darkly at Halie's obvious discomfort. "There you have it," she says, gesturing towards me with one elegantly curved claw. "Your friend wants more dick than her little elven cunt can handle—and believe me, that's saying something." She licks her lips slowly as she looks at Halie and then back to my spread pussy. "So why don't you stop standing there looking scandalized and start putting those holy hands of yours to good use?"

My fingers find their way between my legs again, teasing my clit as I watch Halie's reaction carefully. She knows me better than anyone—knows all the dark corners of my mind that even I try not to look into too often. If anyone can understand this without judgment, it's her. "Please," I add, my voice softening just a fraction. "I need you."

I stare at Jeane's unfurling wings in horror, then my eyes drop to Silra's sprawled form on the bed—her body glistening with fluids I don't want to name, her face flushed and eyes glassy. What… what is this? This isn't what we came here for. Silra, you can't mean… you're not… I trail off, my voice cracking as I see the elf already shifting on the bed, presenting herself again with that simple question hanging in the air: "More?"

My cheeks burn hotter than the rest of me, a conflict raging inside that makes my head throb. This goes against everything I was taught—everything I am—and yet… I can smell it. The musk of sex thick enough to taste, seeping into the very air we breathe. My throat clicks as I swallow hard, eyes darting between Silra's waiting form and Jeane's smug expression. No more. This ends now. I force strength into my voice that I don't quite feel yet. Enough. We came here to… to rest and plan, not to indulge some depravity. I step forward, hands clenched into fists at my sides despite the sweat beading on my skin. Silra, get up. You're in no state to make decisions right now—clearly. Jeane's laughter cuts through the air like a knife. Oh come now, little holy one. Don't pretend you haven't enjoyed the show. Her eyes rake over me appraisingly, and I feel my skin crawl even as something low and hot curls in my belly. Your face says otherwise. Besides, the elf seems quite… enthusiastic about continuing. Who are you to deny her what she clearly wants? I ignore the flush creeping up my neck, focusing instead on Silra's sprawled form. She's not thinking clearly. That's obvious even to an untrained eye. My gaze snaps back to Jeane. And you—you're corrupting her. Using her for your own pleasure without a thought for consequences. Before she can respond with more of that infuriating, seductive logic—I step between them, positioning myself as a physical barrier. No more. I won't stand by and watch this continue. I meet Jeane's smirk with as much stern resolve as I can muster, though my voice wavers slightly. You will cease this… this defilement of Silra immediately. I extend a hand toward the elf, palm up in offering. Come, Silra. Let's get you cleaned up and clear-headed. We'll talk about what happened here—what's happening—when we're all thinking straight.