Round 35

The air inside the penthouse suite grew heavy with something beyond simple arousal—magic demanded more from them now, its presence insistent and growing stronger with each beat of their hearts. The wardstone at Hera's neck pulsed faster still, its green light casting eerie shadows across the room as it fed on their fear and desire alike.

Silra stood near the sybian altar she'd arranged, her teal eyes fixed on Jeane across from her. "We need to give this thing what it wants—real intent, genuine fucking between us." She ran a hand through her silver-blonde hair, pointed ears twitching nervously. "I don't care if it's not romantic or poetic. We're past that now. The wardstone's pulse is accelerating—the building won't hold much longer at this rate."

Jeane's crimson eyes flashed with frustration and barely contained panic as she glared at the wardstone. "Fine. You want genuine? I'll give you genuine." She began unbuttoning her shirt slowly, deliberately, each movement precise and controlled despite the fear churning in her stomach. The dark leathery wings on her back shifted restlessly as she exposed more of her pale skin...