Round 14

Silra stood in the center of the bedroom, her slim form tense and alert despite the exhaustion weighing heavy in her limbs. The room's stark white walls seemed to press in around her, amplifying every sensation—the lingering soreness between her thighs, the dull ache in her lower abdomen where Jeane's thick shaft had stretched her so thoroughly mere moments ago. She could feel the cum inside her, a warm weight that shifted with every small movement, the pressure building already as her body struggled to expel even a fraction of what the succubus had pumped into her. "Five minutes," she repeated back, her voice steady despite the way her fingers trembled slightly against her thigh. "That's not nearly enough time to explain everything I want to say right now." She took a step forward, closing the distance between them until she stood mere feet from Jeane, close enough that she could see the subtle shift in the succubus's expression—curiosity warring with something darker. "You think you can just fuck me senseless in front of everyone and then send me in here to 'handle things'? What exactly did you have in mind when you told me to take care of this?" She gestured vaguely at her own stomach, the thin fabric of her shirt already starting to pull tight across the distended flesh beneath. "Because from where I'm standing, there's not much I can do about a load this size without making an even bigger mess."