Round 5 Transcript

Jeane Cromwell’s breath slows as she watches Silra’s body respond to Halie’s gentle touches—the elf’s skin flushing with renewed arousal even as her stomach begins to flatten. Most impressive, Si—you took it like a proper champion. Her voice is sly but genuine in its praise.

Halie, my dear, you’re a treasure beyond measure. Jeane inclines back against the plush headboard, feeling the lingering warmth between her legs as Silra’s eyes find hers across the room. But I’m not nearly spent yet—who fancies seeing how many times we can make our lovely elf friend come before her voice gives out?

I watch Jeane preen like a peacock who's just won a tournament, all smug satisfaction and barely contained pride. Halie’s soft touches are kind, but I can see the flare of her own interest—my elf body always responds so quickly to stimulus, even after being thoroughly used. "Educational indeed," I say, my voice dripping with mock innocence. "Though I believe 'champion' might be overstating it slightly." I shift position, letting the movement accentuate the curves Jeane admires so much—and yes, Hera and Abby are definitely watching now too. "But you know what they say about all work and no play."

I reach out with one hand to catch Jeane’s arm as she moves away—her skin is hot under my fingers. "Speaking of which… I don’t suppose that magnificent dick of yours needs a little rest yet?" My smile is pure challenge, eyes locked on hers. I know exactly what buttons this presses, and I press them deliberately. Because if Jeane thinks one round with the Sybian leaves me spent, she clearly hasn't learned how much stamina an elf rogue can have when properly motivated.