Round 189

The air in the chamber shifted subtly as magic began its work, the ancient energy coiling around them both like a serpent made of pure intent. Jeane felt her power being drawn out in rhythmic pulses that matched the vibrations of the dildo now buried deep inside Abby's mouth, each extraction leaving her weaker but also more sensitized, her arousal climbing despite—or perhaps because of—the situation. Her wings twitched involuntarily as another tendril wrapped around one breast, squeezing gently before releasing to caress down her ribs and back up again.

Across from her, Abby choked softly around the thick shaft filling her mouth, her wide brown eyes watering slightly as she fought to breathe through her nose. The magical restraints binding her wrists and ankles glowed brighter with each pulse of stolen energy, feeding on Jeane's power while simultaneously draining it away in a perverse exchange that was both terrifying and oddly intoxicating.

"Focus," Jeane managed between clenched teeth, her own hips bucking slightly as another tendril traced up her inner thigh. "This thing—it’s not just draining us. It’s using our magic to fuel itself somehow." The glyphs lining the altar pulsed faster in response to her words, their light intensifying until it cast stark shadows across Abby's face and illuminated every curve of Jeane's bound body.

Meanwhile, deep within the stone doorframe that had opened moments earlier, something moved. A dark shape slipped through the gap and into the water surrounding the chamber—something large and swift, moving with purpose towards the source of magical energy now pulsing out in rhythmic waves.