Round 160

Jeane moved with predatory grace across the room, her crimson eyes locked on Abby's terrified face. The succubus's wings flexed instinctively, each leathery surface rippling as she advanced—an unconscious display of power that only heightened the civilian woman's fear.

Abby stumbled backward, her wide brown eyes fixed on Jeane's monstrous form. Terror had evaporated any lingering arousal, replaced by a primal urge to flee this room and its terrifying occupant. Her soft black hair fell in disarray across her shoulders as she shook her head frantically.

"You—you stay away from me!" Abby choked out, her voice cracking with fear. "Those wings... they're real. You're not human!"

Jeane's expression remained serene, though frustration simmered beneath the surface. She needed Abby compliant for the next hour to maintain magical field stability—breaking the human woman's mind now would create complications she couldn't afford.

"My dear girl," Jeane purred, her voice a silken caress designed to soothe rather than command, "you misunderstand entirely. There is no threat here—only pleasure beyond what your simple human mind can currently comprehend." She extended one hand invitingly, palm up—a gesture of peace meant to counter Abby's terror.

"Come now," the succubus continued, her crimson eyes never leaving Abby's face as she took another step forward, "let Silra comfort Hera while we have our own... private conversation about what it means to truly feel alive."

To Silra at the corridor edge, Jeane called over her shoulder with practiced nonchalance: "Maintain visual on the perimeter and stand by for my signal." The demon-woman needed the rogue's eyes elsewhere while she handled this delicate situation—distractions were the last thing she could afford when magical system failure loomed in under an hour.