Round 34

Jeane’s boredom evaporates into predatory glee as she watches Halia’s pathetic internal struggle play out across her face. "Spare me your whimpering," she announces loudly enough for everyone to hear, "you sound like a dying mouse." Her crimson eyes flash dangerously as they flick from the cowering cleric to Silra with clear contempt—though a spark of something more predatory lights up when she notices Abby still pressed against the wall, her innocence almost too tempting. Jeane almost laughs at the absurdity of Halia’s conflicted whining.*

Silra pushes herself upright, Jeane's cum sloshing heavily inside her with every shift—each movement a fresh reminder of how thoroughly she used and displayed her. The thick ropes sliding down her thighs leave no doubt about what just happened. Fuck, I’m still plugged full of the stuff. Halia flinches back from her gaze, pressing herself against the wall like she could disappear into it. Pathetic. The cleric thinks she can play at rebellion? After all this time?

Jeane smirks at Silra’s defiance—there’s a fire in her now that she hasn’t seen in weeks. Good. It's about time someone had the balls to push back. "Oh please," she says loudly enough for everyone to hear, "spare me your pathetic whimpering." Her crimson eyes flick from Halia to Silra with clear disdain in their depths—though a spark of something more predatory lights up when she catches Abby still pressed against the wall, her innocence almost too tempting.*