Round 22

The building's groans grew louder as the wardstone pulsed with increasing urgency. Wood creaked and shifted beneath their feet—no longer random settling sounds but deliberate protests from stressed timber. The air crackled with energy, something unseen passing between them in syncopated rhythm.

Jeane watched the stone, her expression caught between arousal and growing unease. "So we're basically... feeding it?" she asked, glancing at Silra. The idea of their combined lust literally keeping the structure intact was both thrilling and deeply unsettling. Each pulse seemed to demand more—louder, faster, harder.

Silra's focus remained on the wardstone, her jaw set in determination. "Not just 'feeding it.' We're powering this entire building," she corrected sharply. "The wardstone regulates the structure's integrity through sexual energy discharge. It needs a constant flow or it can't maintain stability." She met Jeane's eyes with an expression that said business before pleasure. "And we need to control how much we give it at once. If we overload this thing, the entire penthouse comes down."

Hera leaned closer, her amber eyes wide with both terror and morbid curiosity. "Wait—you're saying our... activities are literally keeping this building from collapsing?" Her voice trembled as another groan ripped through the timbers. The wardstone pulsed faster in response.

Silra nodded grimly. "Exactly. And right now, it's not getting enough to maintain balance." She pulled out one of the sleek toys from her pack, holding it up between them with an expression that said business before pleasure. "We need to transfer through these—no direct contact with the stone itself." The toy gleamed under the room's dim lighting as she rotated it slowly—a practical tool for a very specific problem.

Jeane felt a fresh wave of arousal mixed with fear. The wardstone needed energy or it'd collapse this entire structure around them. And not just any energy—it was specifically designed for sexual discharge. She reached out, taking the toy from Silra's hand. "Well then," she purred, her crimson eyes gleaming, "let's give it what it wants before we all end up buried under several tons of concrete."