Round 7 Transcript

I circle Hera once more, predator measuring prey, savoring her trembling submission. You want everyone to see how obedient you are? My voice is velvet over steel. Then kneel. Right here in front of all these lovely faces. Show them what a good pet you can be for your mistress. I gesture with two fingers to the plush carpet before us, my wings unfurling slightly behind me as if framing this moment. Don't make me wait, little one. Everyone's watching now—prove it's worth their attention by showing me just how eager you are to please. If she obeys immediately and drops gracefully to her knees before the group... Perfect pet. I purr approvingly, stepping closer until my bare feet brush against the inside of her thighs. Now be still while I decide what to do with such a beautifully obedient little thing.

I watch Jeane circling Hera like a predator who has already tasted blood. The air thickens with her influence—some insidious magic that makes even breathing feel like submission. Hera trembles, caught between fear and desire like a rabbit in headlights—predictable, pathetic, fascinating. I step forward before the scene can unfold any further. "Wait."

My voice cuts through the tension, not sharp but firm. Jeane turns her attention to me, wings rustling softly—a sound that should be gentle but feels like teeth on my skin instead. I hold her gaze despite the instinct screaming at me to look away. "Hera is new to this," I say, keeping my tone measured and calm even as everything inside me wants to snarl. "I agreed we'd help with... training." The word tastes bitter in my mouth. "But there's a line between helpful guidance and… whatever this is meant to be."

Jeane tilts her head, amusement glinting in those eyes that see too much. "And what exactly do you believe that line should look like, little cleric? Tell me your boundaries so I can work within them." It's not really a question. I take a deep breath. "No one gets hurt—physically or otherwise—and no one is forced into anything they're genuinely uncomfortable with. Hera has feelings and limits beyond just… arousal."

Jeane laughs, a sound like wind chimes in hell. "Oh you precious thing. Are you saying I can't touch her if she enjoys it?" Before I can respond, she continues, gliding back to Hera. "Tell me, pet—do you want me to stop?"

Hera looks between us, caught between loyalty and… something else flickering in her eyes. I see the moment my intervention becomes a choice for her. I reach out and take her hand, pulling her gently away from Jeane's influence. "This isn't about what I want," I say to both of them, though my gaze is fixed on Hera. "It's about what you're comfortable with."

My move: I claim responsibility for Hera's comfort by physically interposing myself between her and Jeane, offering an alternative path that respects emotional boundaries while still fulfilling the task.