Round 8

Silra crouched before the sybian, her fingers tracing its mechanical insides with clinical interest even as her core clenched in remembered pleasure. More togetherness? She smirked at Jeane coolly. Define 'together', Succubus. Because I'm thinking less orgy and more engineering seminar where we all hold hands while I rewire this thing for group pleasure. Her nimble fingers worked the motor housing, already planning adjustments that would let multiple people contribute to its operation without being on each other like sardines in a... well, you get it.

Jeane circled the sybian slowly, her wings rustling softly. The building's demands echoed in her mind—more, together, fill it—and her body responded with eager arousal. Her pussy was already wet, her dick beginning to stiffen at the promise of shared pleasure. She watched Hera step forward, trying to project leadership while clearly uncertain about how to use the device. A small smirk played at Jeane's lips as she saw an opportunity to test and perhaps challenge the human's perceived authority.

Hera stepped forward, her voice steady even as her heart raced. Silra, I could use your help setting this up, she said, gesturing to the sybian. To Abby, she offered a reassuring smile. We'll take it slow, okay? Just follow my lead. She turned back to Jeane and Silra, mind racing to find a solution that satisfied everyone's needs—and the building's demands. The memory of the intense pleasure from before still lingered, urging her to push further. Alright, Hera began, trying to sound confident despite the unfamiliar situation. We need to figure out how to make this work for all of us... and for the building.