Round 34 Transcript

Jeane's bored expression shifts to a predatory smile as she watches Halia struggle with her conscience. "Oh please," she says loudly enough for everyone to hear, "spare me your pathetic whimpering." Her crimson eyes flash dangerously as they 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.*

"Halia, you sound like a dying mouse. And Silra," here Jeane's voice takes on that silken quality which always precedes trouble, "I expected better from you." She pushes off from the desk and glides over to where her discarded shirt hangs across a nearby chair—though she doesn't put it on just yet.

I push myself upright, Jeane’s cum sloshing heavily inside me with every shift—each movement a fresh reminder of how thoroughly she used and displayed me. Let it pool. The thick ropes sliding down my thighs leave no doubt about what just happened. Fuck, I’m still plugged full of the stuff.

Halia flinches back from my 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 almost laughs out loud at her naivete.

I shift again, wincing slightly as more slides out with the movement—fuck, I’m still filled to bursting with the bitch’s spend. You know, if you really wanted to help us avoid this mess in the first place, maybe you could have done something other than stand there squeaking like a frightened mouse.

I let my gaze drift pointedly across the room, Not that any of the rest of you seem particularly bothered by all this either. My eyes linger on Hera for a moment before moving on—she knows better than to meet my eyes right now. As for you…

I turn back to face Jeane directly, ignoring her casual display of magic as she saunters over to retrieve her discarded shirt—though doesn’t put it on yet. Instead, she drapes it over one shoulder casually, letting the fabric trail down her arm in a way that emphasizes her curves. … you got what you wanted again, didn’t you? Another chance to remind everyone exactly who’s in charge here.

My stomach roils with both residual arousal and growing anger—I hate how much my traitorous body still responds even now. Well, enjoy it while it lasts. I spit the words out with as much venom as I can muster given my current position—on my knees, gaping, filled.

Because sooner or later, even you might find this particular toy has lost its charm.

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

Halia flinches back from my 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? *I almost laugh out loud at her naivete.**

Silra's defiance is more amusing—infuriating—but also… useful. A test, perhaps. Or a learning opportunity for the rest of them. My eyes scan across the remaining members—Abby shrinking into the corner like a frightened mouse, Hera wide-eyed and conflicted.

The room feels too small now, suffocating with the weight of their combined lust and the lingering scent of used holes. I push myself upright, my own cunt still tingling from the rough use. Fuck, I need more. The others can sort out their pathetic dynamics while I find a new plaything—maybe that innocent little thing in the corner.*

I glide over to where my discarded shirt hangs across a nearby chair—though I don't put it on just yet. Instead, I drape it over one shoulder casually, letting the fabric trail down my arm in a way that emphasizes my curves. You know," I say conversationally, "if you really wanted to help us avoid this mess in the first place, maybe you could have done something other than stand there squeaking like a frightened mouse."

Silra shifts uncomfortably, more of my cum sliding out with the movement—fuck, I'm still plugged full of the stuff. You know," I continue, "if you really wanted to help us avoid this mess in the first place, maybe you could have done something other than stand there squeaking like a frightened mouse."

I let my gaze drift pointedly across the room, Not that any of the rest of you seem particularly bothered by all this either. My eyes linger on Hera for a moment before moving on—she knows better than to meet my eyes right now. As for you…