Round 10

In the penthouse suite, Jeane's crimson eyes gleamed with desperation as Silra circled her, assessing the sharp edge to her movements and the trembling wings. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the energy in the room a stark contrast to the lust that had driven them earlier. "You need more than fucking," Silra stated bluntly, her elven eyes scanning Jeane's form.

Jeane's gaze locked onto Silra, her own eyes flashing with a mix of hunger and frustration. She watched as Silra selected a special toy, her focus intense as she read the desperation in Jeane's core. The ache there was familiar, a power that should have been thick and sweet but was instead leaking out, threatening to consume her.

Hera stepped back, her eyes wide with concern as she took in the scene. She felt utterly out of her depth, caught in the undertow of something far beyond her experience. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself to try again, knowing she had to find a way to satisfy Jeane's escalating need before it became too late.