Round 120

Hera had positioned herself near Silra, watching the engineer work with focused intensity. The welder's flame cast flickering light across the room, illuminating the strain in every line of her body as she meticulously reinforced the damaged section. Hera understood the technical challenge—knew that rushing wouldn't help—but understanding didn't make the situation any easier to bear.

The building's groans had deepened now, taking on a quality that made Hera's skin crawl. They sounded almost... organic. Flesh separating, perhaps. Or something worse. A fresh wave of pheromones flooded the room, thick enough to taste, and Hera felt her own body responding despite her best efforts to remain focused.

Jeane shifted beside her, wings twitching visibly beneath pale skin as she watched Silra work with barely contained impatience. Her crimson eyes were glazed slightly, pupils dilated in a way that spoke of growing desperation rather than mere frustration. Hera knew the succubus needed sexual release—knew it was more than just desire at this point—but forcing things wouldn't help anyone.

"Stop stalling," Jeane snarled suddenly, her voice harsh with barely restrained rage. "You have sixty minutes left before this entire building collapses around us." The words hung in the air between them, a stark reminder of what was truly at stake here.