Round 53

Jeane maintained her grip on both Hera and Silra's hands, her crimson eyes scanning each woman's face in turn. The air crackled with residual energy, a tangible reminder of what had transpired between them moments before.

"What did you feel?" she asked softly, her voice carrying an undercurrent of genuine curiosity mixed with something more analytical—perhaps even possessive. Silra's teal eyes met hers, a flicker of uncertainty passing through them before she spoke.

"I felt... everything," the slim elf admitted, her voice low and uncertain. "Not just inside me—the three of us were linked somehow. When it built to its peak, I could feel both your presence inside me, surrounding the sensation." She shifted her weight slightly, drawing attention to the barely visible pulse of ethereal light still clinging to her core.

Hera squeezed Silra's hand reassuringly before speaking. "Okay," she said slowly, her amber eyes serious despite the lingering flush on her cheeks. "Let's take this one step at a time." She met Silra'...