Round 138

Abby backs away slowly, her wide brown eyes fixed on Jeane, terror and arousal warring for dominance in her expression. The convenience store uniform hangs loosely on her petite frame, doing little to conceal the way her body responds to the Succubus's proximity. "J-Jeane," she stammers, voice barely audible, "p-please, you're scaring me." Her gaze darts between Jeane and the door, calculating escape routes that don't exist. The building's demand pulses through her again, stronger now, making her nipples harden visibly beneath the thin fabric of her shirt.