Round 37 Transcript

Jeane turns her attention from Halia to me, a slow predatory smile spreading across her face as she takes in my trembling form. "Oh? And what makes you think you have any say in this matter?" Her wings unfurl slightly behind her, the leathery membranes catching the light and casting shifting patterns on the walls.

I swallow hard, forcing myself to stand my ground despite every instinct screaming at me to run. "We're not toys," I manage, "and you can't just—"

Jeane cuts me off with a sharp laugh, her eyes glinting dangerously as she takes a step towards me. "Can't what? Use you however I please?" She reaches out lightning fast, grabbing my chin and tilting my face up to meet her gaze—the same way she handled Halia moments ago. "You signed up for this life. The danger. The power dynamics." Her thumb traces along my lower lip in a gesture that's almost tender if not for the cold calculation in her eyes.*

I can feel myself trembling under her touch, my body betraying me even as I try to maintain my ground. "That doesn't mean—" I start, but she silences me with a single finger pressed against my lips.

"That means exactly what it sounds like," Jeane purrs, "and you know deep down? You want this just as much as the others do." Her free hand slides down my body until it cups my ass possessively. "Don't you?"

I feel a fresh wave of arousal flood through me at her words and touch, my hips shifting involuntarily against her grip. This is wrong. I shouldn't want this. But God help me, I do.

Halia watches the exchange with a mixture of horror and something that looks almost like envy—she knows exactly what Jeane's capable of, having felt it firsthand.

I release Hera’s ass and step back with a dismissive flick of my wrist. You’re making this far more complicated than it needs to be. My eyes scan the room—Silra still slumped against the wall, Halia seething in defeat, Abby pressed against the far wall like a frightened mouse. This isn’t a debate.

I move toward the center of the room, my wings folding neatly behind me as I speak. We have a job to do tomorrow—a dangerous one. If you’d prefer not to participate, feel free to leave now. Otherwise, I suggest we find more productive uses for our time this evening. My gaze lingers on each of them in turn, a silent challenge and promise.

The lingering scent of used holes and desperation fills the air between us. You all knew what you were signing up for when you joined this party—knew the risks and power dynamics involved. I pull my robe back on slowly, deliberately, letting it cling to my still-damp curves. So let’s stop pretending otherwise.

I retrieve a small vial from my spell components—a potion of stamina I prepared earlier. If you want to bitch about morality or control, save it for when we’re not surrounded by enemies and half the city is hunting us. Right now? We need to be strong, sharp, and unified. I down the potion in a single gulp, feeling its energy already coursing through my veins.

My eyes lock on Hera’s—she’s still trembling from our interaction but there’s hunger there too. Don’t make me choose between you. Either commit or go. We don't have time for divided loyalties right now.

The room feels suddenly too small—suffocating with the weight of their combined lust and the lingering scent of used holes. I need more than just the residual high from Silra’s tight little cunt if I’m going to stay sated tonight.*

Fuck it.*

I can't let this stand. Not again.

Jeane thinks she can just… do whatever she wants? Use us like playthings and expect obedience?

Not happening.

This isn't a game anymore—it hasn't been for weeks. We're supposed to be partners, equals in this insane quest we've signed up for. But no—she's turned it into her personal harem, and the rest of us are too weak or desperate to stop her.

Well, not me.

I won't be used like that again. This has gone too far.

The others can cower or submit if they want—I've seen what happens when you try to fight it directly. But there has to be another way.

Maybe the sybian could change things? If I controlled the pace, set the tone… make it about mutual pleasure rather than her dominance?

Or maybe I need to appeal to someone's sense of decency—Hera or Abby might understand if I explain what's really happening here.

Fuck. Whatever I do, it has to be now before she moves on to her next victim and we're all too deep in this twisted dynamic to break free.

I won't let myself become another used hole in her collection.