Round 11

Jeane circled the sybian slowly, her wings rustling softly against the skin of her back. The building's demands echoed in her mind—more, together, fill it—and her body responded with eager arousal. Her breasts were heavy with milk, nipples hard and sensitive, and between her legs, both holes ached for attention.

Hera approached timidly, her request clear in her eyes even if she couldn't quite form the words. "I… I think I understand what the building wants," Jeane said, her voice low and smooth. "It doesn't..."

Silra knelt by the sybian, her nimble fingers already dismantling its cover plate. "Togetherness the building wants? Fine. But I'm not writhing on this thing while someone watches and directs traffic like we're running a production line." She produced a tiny device from within her coat—a biofeedback sensor she'd salvaged from an abandoned lab. "This little beauty responds to pH changes and muscle contractions. If you two want to satisfy the building's demands, why not just focus on each other while I handle the technical side?"