Round 9

Silra traced the wardstone's surface with her fingertips, feeling the subtle vibration beneath her touch. The stone pulsed again—louder now—and she could taste the magic in the air, sharp and sweet like ozone after lightning. Her eyes met Jeane's across the room, the succubus leaning against the wall with an expression that said yes to every unspoken question between them. But there was something else too—a flicker of uncertainty in those crimson depths that mirrored her own growing unease.

"Sure about this?" Halie's voice cut through the tension, tight with concern even as she found herself unable to look away from Jeane's form displayed so openly. The ward answered her doubt with another pulse, sending a visible ripple across its surface that made Abby whimper softly from her hiding spot behind the bar.

Silra glanced at Hera standing in the corner, her amber eyes dark with want but shadowed by something else—caution maybe? Or was it jealousy? The thought made Silra's lips curl into a smirk even as she focused back on Jeane. "You want to test limits?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

Jeane's pupils dilated, her fingers tightening almost imperceptibly on Silra's hip. The wardstone pulsed again beneath them like a second heartbeat, loud enough now that Hera gasped from her corner of the room. Silra noticed Abby shifting position behind the velvet curtain, no doubt getting a better view.

"You want to test limits?" she asked again, her voice low and challenging as she pressed closer, her body mere inches from Jeane's. The wardstone vibrated between them, feeding their arousal with each pulse even as it demanded more in return.