Round 122 Transcript

Silra positions the heavy metal plate over the weakened structural junction, her hands steady despite the building's groans now clearly forming words—phrases like 'needed' and 'take me' echoing through the steel frame. Halie moves to help support the plate, her face flushed as the pheromones coat everything in a slick film. Jeane staggers back, her succubus nature screaming at her to give in to the building's demands. The clock ticks down: 45 minutes remain.

I feel the building's need like a physical weight pressing against my skin, its groans no longer just structural settling but something closer to begging. The pheromones have passed thick enough now that I can taste them—sweet and musky, making my head swim with unwanted arousal. "Forty-five minutes? That's not good enough!" My voice comes out harsher than intended, the succubus nature clawing at my control. "We don't have time for precision work or your delicate feelings about 'consent' when the damn building is about to collapse!"

I step closer to Silra, who's carefully aligning the metal plate, and Halie, who's supporting it from the other side. The proximity makes the pheromones even more intense—my own body responding traitorously despite my rage. "You said you could fix this," I snap at Silra. "So fix it. Right now."