Round 129

Hera moved with purpose through the cramped workshop, her eyes fixed on Silra and Jeane. The building's demands were a physical ache now, vibrating through the steel framework with insistent hunger. She could feel it in her teeth, a low thrum that promised violence if their needs weren't met soon.

"Silra," she said, her voice firm but not unkind as she inserted herself between the two women. "What do you need to finish this? And don't tell me 'time.' Tell me something I can help with." She turned to Jeane next, meeting the succubus's fiery gaze with a steady look of her own. The human woman had always resented Jeane's sexual focus—it was one thing for consenting adults to enjoy themselves, quite another when someone's very nature made them a walking temptation.

Abby cowered against the wall of the workshop, her naked body slicked with sweat from the oppressive heat of the welder's fire. The air was thick with the smell of molten metal and something else—something primal that made her skin tingle with unease. Silra's head was down, her tools clattering on the workbench as she worked frantically to complete the last few components for their desperate plan.

• Jeane’s impatience was a physical thing, a tangible pressure pressing against Abby's back even though she stood several feet away. The succubus's eyes were dark with barely restrained hunger, her wings half-spread in a stance that screamed predator. You’re wasting time, Jeane growled, her voice barely human. Abby whimpered softly, pressing herself harder against the cold metal wall.