Round 7 Transcript

I feel the hunger coiling tighter despite having just fed. Abby kneels before me with that desperate look—the scent of her arousal mingling with the others' fills the room. But it's not enough. The usual fucking won't cut it tonight. "Abby." My voice carries a dangerous edge as I regard her obedient posture. "You're a good pet, but even your eagerness can't satisfy what I need right now." Her face falls slightly—fear and desire warring across her features. Silra moves closer then, positioning herself within my space. "What do you need, Jeane?" she asks calmly, eyes scanning me with that rogue's perceptiveness. She sees past the surface to the emptiness gnawing at my core—the kind only intense, prolonged energy transfer can fill. Hera offers a vibrator—large and intimidating—and I take it with a nod of appreciation. Halie approaches cautiously, her cleric's concern evident in every movement. All of them here, willing but lacking understanding of what truly sustains me. I stand abruptly, wings spreading wide as power crackles across my skin. "Everyone close the curtains. This room needs privacy for what comes next." My gaze sweeps over each woman present—Abby's submission, Silra's curiosity, Hera's concern, Halie's caution—and I feel that familiar hunger sharpening into something more focused. The room darkens as fabric moves across glass, and I smile slowly. "Tonight, we do things differently."

I watch Jeane with growing concern as her hunger intensifies beyond what mere sex can satisfy. Silra's question about Jeane's true needs resonates - we have to dig deeper to help our powerful friend. Approaching cautiously, I ask Jeane if there are any specific rituals or energy transfers that might fulfill this ache within her.

Jeane stood there, wings spread, power crackling off her like heat haze. This wasn't just hunger—this was desperation with teeth. I circled around her slowly, not too close yet. "Sweetness," I said, voice dry, "that look on you suggests 'casual fuck' isn't cutting it anymore. What exactly is your demonic little heart desiring at the moment?" My eyes were sharp. "Because I've got a few ideas that might scratch an itch beyond what poor Abby can offer on her knees."

Her gaze snapped to me, assessing. Good. Let her see I wasn't just another warm body.

I watch Jeane stand there, wings spread like some fallen angel, power arcing off her like living electricity. The sight of it sends a shiver through me—fear mixed with something else I'm not ready to name. "Jeane," I say, my voice steadier than I feel, "what's happening? You look… different." Her hunger is palpable, a physical pressure in the room that makes my skin prickle. But it's more than that—there's an emptiness behind her eyes that speaks of something deeper than just needing to fuck. I step forward slowly, keeping my distance but showing I'm not afraid. "Is there… is there a ritual? Something specific you need?" My heart is pounding, but I push past the guilt still clinging to me from earlier. If Jeane's in trouble, we can't just leave her like this—whatever 'this' is. My hand hovers near my belt pouch where I keep my holy symbols and small vials of blessed oils, ready to offer what little spiritual support I can if she needs it. "Talk to us, please. We're here to help."