Round 137

Jeane’s wings flexed reflexively as Silra’s fingers traced her spine, the sensation both grounding and irritating. She turned to face her companion, the movement causing her swollen breasts to shift uncomfortably beneath her tight corset. “I don’t need your help,” she snapped, though the words came out more breathless than intended. “And Hera isn’t a threat—she’s an opportunity.” Her gaze returned to Abby, who stood trembling by the wall, and a predatory smile curved Jeane’s lips. “Besides, I’m not displaying anything. This is just… natural.”

Silra’s teal eyes narrowed fractionally. “Your magic is screaming, Jeane. That’s not natural. It’s desperate.” She moved closer, her slim form radiating an aura of calm competence that contrasted sharply with Jeane’s barely contained chaos. “Let me stabilize the fields while you… handle Abby. Or would you rather risk losing control completely and letting our guest here break free?”