Round 44

Silra's stomach gave another protesting gurgle, reminding her all too vividly of the night before. The magical energy connecting them seemed to pulse in time with her discomfort, each beat sending a fresh wave of arousal mixed with lingering disgust through her body. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, trying to find a position that didn't make the thick ropes of semen sloshing around inside her feel quite so... present.

Jeane moved across the room with predatory grace, her dark wings half-spread as she confronted Hera. When she spoke, each word carried the weight of barely contained rage and betrayed suspicion. "You have some nerve," she hissed, her crimson eyes flashing dangerously. "First you accuse me of—of what? Manipulating Silra? And now you want to 'investigate' this... connection between us?" She gestured sharply at the air around them, where faint threads of magical energy pulsed visibly.

Hera's amber gaze met Jeane's defiantly, though she remained rooted near the door. "I'm not accusing anyone," she said evenly. "But something happened here last night—something beyond what we agreed to. And now there's this... bond between..."