Round 6

Silra circled the bed once more, her movements deliberate and controlled despite the heat building between her thighs. "Payment in kind," she said, her voice steady even as Jeane's fingers trailed down her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The succubus's touch sent unexpected shivers through her—she was more skilled than Silra had anticipated, dangerous in ways that went beyond mere physical prowess. She forced herself not to lean into the caress, maintaining her composure even as her core clenched with need. "I'm not some whore you can use for free," she continued, though her words came out breathier than intended. The sybian on the bed caught her eye—riding it while Jeane watched would be exquisite torture, a test of willpower she wasn't sure she could pass. But passing was crucial. This wasn't just about pleasure; this was a negotiation, a power play between predator and prey. And Silra refused to be anyone's meal without extracting her own price.