Round 27

Silra's fingers curl into fists at her sides as she faces the wardstone, its ominous pulse visible even in the dim light of the penthouse. The building's groans have escalated to something like a dying animal's whimper, and dust continues to rain from the ceiling in a fine, constant fall. She turns to Hera with an expression that's half frustration, half genuine concern. "It needs energy," Silra explains, her voice tight.". Not just any energy—it needs...living essence. Sexual energy specifically." The wardstone pulses again, and this time the entire floor shudders beneath their feet.". We're not going to stop it by standing around talking."

Jeane's wings shift restlessly behind her, the leathery sound barely audible over the building's creaking. She steps closer to Silra, her eyes bright with both arousal and calculation—as always, when she's near someone she wants to dominate or submit to.". So we need to fuck?" Jeane asks, her voice casual but her gaze intense on Silra's face ". Is that what you're saying? Because if so, I'm more than happy to help with the...essence extraction." She moves one hand to trace a pattern in the air, magic sparking faintly at her fingertips and drawing Hera's wide-eyed attention.

Hera's jaw drops slightly at Silra's explanation, her eyes darting between the elf woman and the ominous wardstone. ". Sexual energy? You mean...we have to..." She trails off, face flushing despite her obvious fear for their safety. ". That's not what I signed up for!" Hera exclaims, backing away a step but immediately stopping as another pulse from the wardstone makes the floor tilt alarmingly underfoot. ". How is this even possible? Buildings don't...don't do that!"

The wardstone pulses again, its green light seeming to intensify as it feeds on their fear and arousal. The building responds with a groan that sounds almost like a plea—or perhaps a threat. Plaster cracks audibly somewhere nearby, and a small section of ceiling tiles sags visibly. Silra's expression hardens with determination. ". We don't have time for moral debates," she says, her voice cold and precise.". The wardstone is drawing power from the building itself—our lust, our fear, everything—and it's going to collapse if we don't give it what it wants." She moves closer to Hera, one hand reaching out to grip the woman's arm firmly. ". I know this isn't ideal. But we need to work together, and fast."

Jeane's eyes gleam with predatory interest as she watches Silra approach Hera. ". Oh, I think it's very ideal," she purrs, sauntering closer to join them. ". Two beautiful women, pressed together by danger...it's practically a scene from one of my favorite fantasies." She runs her fingers lightly down Silra's arm, leaving a trail of tingling magic in their wake. ". What did you have in mind, Sil? Some kind of group ritual? Or should we just start fucking and hope the building holds long enough for us to finish?"

Silra's breath catches as Jeane touches her, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she turns to face the succubus fully, her expression a mix of exasperation and calculation. ". You're not helping," she snaps, though there's an undercurrent of arousal in her voice that betrays her own excitement. ". Fine. If we have to do this, we need to be smart about it." She glances at Hera, then back to Jeane. ". Hera, you don't have to participate if you don't want to. But if you stay, you need to follow my lead exactly."

The wardstone pulses again, and this time something gives way with a loud crack from upstairs. Dust pours down in a thick cloud, making them all cough. ". Time's up," Silra growls, grabbing Hera's wrist and yanking her closer. ". Jeane, get over here now." Her other hand goes to the wardstone, gripping it tightly as she begins to chant something under her breath—an incantation to focus and control the power, perhaps.

Jeane moves in without hesitation, pressing herself against Silra's side and running her hands over the elf woman's hips. ". Whatever you need," she murmurs, already aroused by the situation despite the obvious danger. ". I'm yours to command." Her wings unfurl slightly, brushing against both women as if seeking contact.

Hera finds herself pulled into close proximity with Silra and Jeane, her heart pounding with fear and something else she can't quite identify. ". What are we doing?" she asks, voice shaking. ". I don't...I mean, I've never..." She trails off, face burning as she realizes how that must sound.

Silra ignores Hera's stammering, focusing instead on the wardstone and her incantation. The stone responds to her touch with another pulse, but this time it seems more...controlled? Less violent in its rhythm. ". Shut up and pay attention," Silra snaps at Hera, one hand moving to grip the back of the woman's neck firmly. ". Watch what I'm doing. This is crucial."

Jeane leans in, her lips brushing Silra's ear as she speaks in a low voice. ". You're so fucking hot when you get all dominant like this," she purrs, one hand sliding down to cup Silra's ass possessively. ". Tell me what to do. I'll follow any command."

The building groans again, but the sound is noticeably less desperate this time—perhaps even...hungry? The wardstone pulses in sync with Silra's incantation, its green light pulsing outwards in waves that seem to caress the three women standing around it. Hera gasps as she feels a strange tingling sensation wash over her body, her nipples hardening involuntarily despite her fear.

Silra grits her teeth, focusing all her will into the wardstone. ". Both of you," she growls, her voice strained with effort. ". Touch each other. Anywhere. The stone needs...needs to see us connected." Her free hand slides down Hera's back in what might be a comforting gesture if not for the way it makes the human woman shiver.

Jeane doesn't need to be told twice. She turns to face Hera, cupping the woman's face in her hands and leaning in for a deep, hungry kiss. Her tongue explores Hera's mouth thoroughly while her wings wrap around them both, creating a cocoon of leathery darkness that blocks out most of the room.

Hera moans into the kiss, her body responding instinctively even as her mind reels at the sudden intimacy. Her hands come up to grip Jeane's shoulders, steadying herself as the building groans again—this time sounding almost like a sigh of pleasure.

Silra watches them for a moment, her expression torn between arousal and concentration. The wardstone pulses in rhythm with their movements, its energy feeding into the room itself. ". Good," she hisses, one hand still gripping the stone while the other reaches out to caress Jeane's wing where it brushes against her arm. ". More. Both of you. Fuck each other right here if you have to."

The building responds with another low groan, and this time there's no mistaking it—it sounds like satisfaction. The wardstone's pulses become smoother, more controlled, as if feeding on their growing arousal. Jeane breaks the kiss with Hera long enough to grin at Silra over her shoulder. ". You heard the lady," she purrs, already reaching for Hera's shirt buttons. ". Let's give this place the show it so desperately wants."

Silra nods sharply, her own breathing becoming uneven as she watches Jeane start to undress Hera. ". Yes," she hisses, her fingers tightening on the wardstone. ". Fuck her. Fuck each other. The more intense the better." She begins to strip off her own shirt, revealing pale skin and small but perky breasts topped with dark nipples already hard with arousal.

The wardstone pulses faster as Jeane pushes Hera's shirt off, exposing her bra-covered chest. Hera gasps at the sudden exposure, but she doesn't resist—perhaps because of the way the building seems to rumble in approval, or perhaps because her body is responding to the situation despite her mind's confusion. ". What...what are we doing?" she asks again, even as her hands move to unhook her bra.

Jeane laughs breathlessly, pressing herself against Hera's now-bare chest. ". We're saving our lives with sex," she says, as if it's the most logical thing in the world. ". And trust me, this is way more fun than dying in a building collapse." She captures one of Hera's nipples between her lips, sucking hard while her hands work at unbuckling the human woman's pants.

Silra watches them for a moment longer before joining in, pressing herself against Hera's back and reaching around to cup the woman's breasts from behind. ". You're doing great," she murmurs in Hera's ear, her voice husky with arousal. ". Just feel it. Let the building take what it needs." Her hands slide down to help Jeane push Hera's pants over her hips, revealing a pair of plain white panties that contrast sharply with the erotic scene unfolding around them.

The wardstone pulses in time with each new revelation of skin, its energy feeding into the room and amplifying their arousal. Hera finds herself moaning as both women touch her, her body responding eagerly even as her mind still struggles to process what's happening. ". I...I can't believe this is real," she gasps, arching her back to press more fully into Silra's touch.

Jeane looks up from where she's now kneeling in front of Hera, a wicked grin on her face. ". Oh, it's very real," she purrs, running her hands up the inside of Hera's thighs. ". And I'm going to make sure you never forget it." She leans in, pressing her face against Hera's crotch and inhaling deeply. ". Mmm, you smell delicious. Already wet for us, aren't you?"

Silra groans with arousal, her hips grinding against Hera's ass as she watches Jeane work. ". Yes," she hisses, one hand sliding down to rub circles on Hera's clit through her panties. ". The building wants this. Needs it. Can't you feel it?" And indeed, the structure around them seems to vibrate with each new touch, each moan of pleasure—feeding on their energy and growing stronger.

Jeane doesn't need any more encouragement. She hooks her fingers into the waistband of Hera's panties and pulls them down slowly, revealing a neatly trimmed patch of dark auburn hair above a glistening pussy already slick with arousal. ". Beautiful," she breathes, spreading Hera's thighs wider. ". Such a pretty little cunt, all wet and waiting for us." She leans in without hesitation, running her tongue along the length of Hera's slit in one long, slow lick.

Hera cries out at the first touch of Jeane's tongue, her knees buckling slightly. Silra holds her up from behind, one arm wrapped around Hera's waist while her other hand continues to rub and tease the human woman's clit. ". That's it," she encourages, her voice rough with arousal. ". Let go. Give in to it." The wardstone pulses faster in response to their increased intimacy, its energy swirling around them like a visible mist.

Jeane moans against Hera's pussy as she tastes the woman's juices, the vibrations of her moan adding an extra layer of sensation. She focuses on Hera's clit with her tongue, alternating between broad licks and pointed flicks while her fingers tease at the entrance to Hera's cunt. ". So sweet," she murmurs between licks, looking up at Silra with a wicked grin. ". Want to taste?"

Silra's eyes darken with lust at Jeane's invitation. ". Yes," she growls, pushing Hera forward slightly so that she's bent over in front of Jeane. ". But I want to fuck her while you eat her out." She reaches down to unzip her own pants, pulling out a sleek silver dildo that gleams in the dim light.

Jeane's eyes widen with excitement as she watches Silra prepare the toy. ". Oh fuck yes," she breathes, spreading Hera wider with her hands. ". Do it. Fuck her hard while I make her cum with my tongue." She dives back in enthusiastically, sucking on Hera's clit while two fingers slide inside the woman's dripping cunt.

Silra doesn't need to be told twice. She positions herself behind Hera, pressing the tip of the dildo against the human woman's asshole. ". Relax," she commands, slowly pushing the toy inside. ". Take it all." The wardstone pulses violently in response to this new penetration, its energy surging through the room.

Hera screams with a mix of pain and pleasure as Silra fills her ass with the thick dildo. ". Oh god!" she cries out, her hips bucking involuntarily. ". Fuck, fuck, fuck!" The dual stimulation of Jeane's tongue on her clit and Silra's toy in her ass is overwhelming, pushing her rapidly towards orgasm despite—or perhaps because of—the bizarre circumstances.

The building responds with a loud creak that sounds almost like a groan of satisfaction. The wardstone pulses in sync with each thrust of Silra's hips, feeding on their energy and growing stronger with each passing moment. Jeane moans encouragingly around Hera's clit as she feels the woman's thighs start to tremble, knowing signs that orgasm is imminent.

Silra sets a brutal pace, fucking Hera's ass with the dildo while her free hand reaches around to rub the human woman's clit in tandem with Jeane's tongue. ". That's it," she growls, her own arousal evident in her strained voice. ". Cum for us. Cum hard and feed the wardstone your pleasure." The structure around them groans again, the sound vibrating through all three women's bodies.

Hera can't hold back any longer. With a loud cry that echoes through the penthouse, she comes hard—her pussy clenching around Jeane's fingers, her ass gripping the dildo inside her, and her whole body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. A gush of fluid splashes against Jeane's face as Hera cums, the succubus moaning with delight at the taste and sensation.

The wardstone pulses violently in response to Hera's climax, drawing in every drop of energy from her pleasure. The building itself seems to shudder with satisfaction, the groans becoming almost purr-like in their tone. Silra continues to fuck Hera through her orgasm, prolonging the moment of peak pleasure and feeding even more energy into the insatiable stone.

Jeane licks and sucks at Hera's pussy eagerly, drawing out every last drop of cum and moaning with delight at the taste. She looks up at Silra with glazed eyes, still working her tongue against Hera's clit as the woman rides out the aftershocks of her orgasm. ". More," she pants, pulling her fingers out of Hera's cunt and licking them clean. ". We need more if we're going to truly satisfy this thing."

Silra pulls the dildo out of Hera's ass with a wet pop, leaving the human woman gasping and trembling. ". You heard her," Silra says, her voice rough with arousal. ". On your knees, both of you." She moves to stand in front of the wardstone, her eyes gleaming with dark intent as she unzips her pants fully and pulls out her own dripping pussy.

Jeane moves immediately, crawling over to kneel in front of Silra with her mouth open eagerly. Hera follows more slowly, still dazed from her intense orgasm but driven by some primal need to continue feeding the wardstone's appetite. ". What...what do you want us to do?" she asks weakly, dropping to her knees beside Jeane.

Silra grins down at them both, one hand on each woman's head to pull them closer. ". I want you both to eat my pussy while I control the wardstone," she growls, spreading her legs wider. ". And I want you to make me cum harder than I've ever cum before—because the stronger our orgasms, the more energy this thing gets." The wardstone pulses in anticipation, its green light intensifying as it feeds on their growing arousal.

Jeane doesn't hesitate, pressing her face against Silra's pussy and licking enthusiastically. ". Mmmm," she moans, the vibrations rumbling through Silra's clit. ". You taste so good." She slides two fingers inside the elf woman, curling them to hit her g-spot while her tongue focuses on Silra's clit.

Hera watches for a moment, still processing what's happening, before leaning in to join Jeane. She starts with gentle licks and kisses along Silra's inner thighs, working her way closer to the center of action. ". This is so fucking weird," she mutters against Silra's skin, but her tongue continues its exploration nonetheless.

Silra hisses with pleasure as both women start working on her pussy. ". Yes," she groans, one hand fisting in Jeane's hair while the other guides Hera's movements. ". That's it. Both of you. Make me cum." She turns her attention back to the wardstone, resuming her incantation and focusing all her will into controlling its power.

The wardstone responds with faster, more intense pulses as Silra's arousal increases. The building itself seems to feed on their energy, the groans becoming almost encouraging in tone. Jeane redoubles her efforts, sucking hard on Silra's clit while her fingers fuck the elf woman's pussy relentlessly.

Hera finally works up the courage to lick directly at Silra's clit, her tongue sliding alongside Jeane's in a dual assault on the sensitive nub. ". Fuck," she moans, the vibrations adding extra sensation for Silra. ". Your pussy tastes so good." She slides two fingers inside without thinking, joining Jeane in finger-fucking the elf woman.

Silra can barely focus on controlling the wardstone through her increasing pleasure. ". Oh fuck," she groans, her hips bucking against their faces. ". Yes, just like that. Both of you. Make me cum." The wardstone pulses faster and faster in response to her rising arousal, feeding back into her system and creating a feedback loop of pleasure.

Jeane feels the change in Silra's body as she gets closer to orgasm—her thighs trembling, her pussy clenching around their fingers, her breath coming in short gasps. ". That's it," she moans encouragingly, redoubling her efforts. ". Cum for us. Feed this thing your pleasure." She sucks hard on Silra's clit while flicking her g-spot with her fingers.

Hera follows Jeane's lead, licking and sucking at whatever part of Silra's pussy she can reach. ". I'm going to make you cum so hard," she growls, the primal need to please overwhelming any remaining shreds of inhibition. ". I'm going to make this fucking building collapse from the force of your orgasm."

Silra can't hold back any longer. With a loud cry that echoes through the penthouse, she comes—her pussy clamping down on Jeane's and Hera's fingers, her thighs shaking violently, and her whole body shuddering with the force of her climax. A gush of fluid splashes against both women's faces as she cums, the elf woman's juices mixing with Hera's own arousal from before.

The wardstone pulses violently in response to Silra's orgasm, drawing in every drop of energy from her pleasure. The building itself seems to shudder with satisfaction, the groans becoming almost purr-like in their tone. For a moment, it seems like the structure might actually stabilize—like the wardstone has been satisfied enough to stop feeding on its own power.

Jeane and Hera pull back slightly, panting and covered in Silra's cum as they watch the elf woman ride out the waves of her orgasm. ". That was...incredible," Jeane breathes, licking her lips clean. ". Did it work? Is the building okay?"

Silra slumps forward slightly, bracing herself against the wardstone for support as she catches her breath. ". I think so," she gasps, her voice still rough with pleasure. ". The pulses are slowing down. It's...it's not drawing as much power now." She straightens up slowly, looking around at the damaged penthouse with a mix of satisfaction and concern.

Hera stands on shaky legs, her body still humming with aftershocks of arousal. ". So we...we just had to have an orgy to save our lives?" she asks, sounding dazed. ". That's insane."

Jeane laughs breathlessly, wiping Silra's cum off her face with one hand while using the other to stroke her own clit through her pants. ". Welcome to my life," she says with a grin. ". Where magic and sex save the day...and sometimes the night too." She winks at Hera, clearly hoping for more action despite the resolved crisis.

Silra glares at Jeane's obvious arousal, but there's an undercurrent of amusement in her expression. ". Enough," she snaps, though without much real heat. ". We need to clean up this mess and figure out how to explain all this damage to the building management." She looks down at the wardstone, which is now pulsing slowly—almost peacefully. ". And we need to decide what to do with...this."

The building groans one final time, almost like a satisfied sigh, before falling completely silent. The wardstone continues its slow pulse, its green light no longer aggressive or hungry but instead seeming almost...content? Jeane stretches languidly, her wings unfurling to their full span before folding back against her back. ". Well," she says with a grin. ". At least we had fun while nearly dying. Right?"

Hera laughs despite herself, the tension of the situation finally breaking. ". I can't believe any of this actually happened." She looks around at the damaged penthouse, then down at her own naked body still glistening with cum and sweat. ". But...yeah. That was definitely something."

Silra rolls her eyes at their reactions but can't hide a small smile. ". Great," she mutters, starting to gather up her scattered clothes. ". Now we have to figure out how to explain all this to Abby when she gets home." She glares at the wardstone again. ". And we need to decide what to do with our new...decorative item here."

Jeane saunters over to Silra, pressing a kiss to her cheek before starting to help clean up. ". Leave Abby to me," she says with a wink. ". I'll make sure she's properly...rewarded for her patience." She waggles her eyebrows suggestively.

Hera watches them for a moment, still processing everything that's happened. ". So," she says slowly. ". What exactly are we going to tell people about all this?" She gestures vaguely at the damaged room and the still-pulsing wardstone.

Silra sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose. ". I have no fucking idea," she admits. ". But we need to come up with something good. Fast."