Round 27

Jeane's wings shift restlessly behind her as she turns back to Hera, dismissing Halia with a flick of her wrist. "Oh please," I drawled, rolling my eyes at the whining cleric. "A compromise? You really think this thing deals in bargains and negotiations?" My wings shifted behind me restlessly, their leathery membranes rustling softly—a sound that seemed to fill the suddenly too-small space.

The air grew heavier with each passing moment, thick with an energy that made my skin tingle and my cunt throb. Hera pressed herself further back against the door, her eyes wide with fear and something else… arousal? Interesting. I filed that away for later consideration—this little mouse might be more fun than she looked at first glance. But for now, there were more pressing matters to attend to.

Like silencing Halia's whining once and for all. I snapped my fingers, and a spell shimmered in the air between us—a ward that would prevent anyone from leaving the room until I dismissed it.*

The barrier pulsed with a soft violet light, casting eerie shadows across everyone's faces as they stared at me in various states of shock and arousal. Even Silra looked up…