Round 159 Transcript

I maintain the shimmering field around Hera, my wings pulsing with contained power. The magical strain makes my breasts ache with overproduced milk—each beat of my heart sends another droplet cascading down swollen curves. I need this energy released before it tears me apart from the inside. "Hera," I address the struggling woman calmly despite the fire in her eyes, "I understand your concern for Abby. Truly." My voice remains even as I adjust my stance, breasts swaying dangerously with each movement. "But you must see that she's already changed—her body responding to pleasure beyond what any mortal can usually withstand."

I gesture toward where Abby trembles against the wall, her eyes wide but unmistakably focused on me with a hunger that goes beyond mere fear. The air crackles between us as I extend a tendril of magic toward her, not quite touching but offering connection. "Let me handle this," I propose to Silra and Hera both. "I've maintained control fields like this for years—I won't let it spiral out of hand." A slight lie; the field is already at its limit. But I can hold just a little longer if it means finding release before total system failure. "Stay here with Hera," I instruct Silra, though it's not my place to command her directly. "Ensure she remains safe while I... manage Abby." The words come out smooth despite the desperation clawing at my insides. My breasts leak more milk, soaking into the floor beneath me as I maintain concentration. I meet Hera's defiant gaze with something almost like respect—she cares enough to fight against magical bonds for a friend. "You have my word," I say formally, placing one hand over my heart and ignoring the wetness spreading from my chest, "no permanent harm will come to any of you."

Then I turn toward Abby, extending magic tentatively as an invitation rather than a command.