Round 216 Transcript

Silra feels her grip weakening as Jeane's succubus nature surges. The building's groaning intensifies to a rhythmic creaking, each sound like a hungry beast demanding sustenance. The walls flex outward again, wider this time—Jeane's face shows both terror and primal hunger.

Halie moves to create a physical barrier of intent, preparing to shield or soothe with holy energy. "Stop this now! We're not giving in to these demands!" Her voice is commanding, but the air around her shimmers with barely contained divine lust.

I'm not stopping anything because of your bad timing, Halie. Jeane's barely holding on—I've seen her kind lose control before and it gets ugly fast. The building wants us fucking, so we're going to give it a show that doesn't involve collateral damage. If you can't handle this level of intimacy with your own sister, then step the hell back. We don't need your divine authority clashing with succubus nature right now—we need structure intact and Jeane contained. Forty minutes was the estimate, so we have maybe five before the walls start collapsing inward instead of outward. This isn't about giving in to lust or saving the building. This is damage control and risk management. I'm not letting anyone get hurt because you're squeamish about watching family members get it on while I help hold Jeane together with my cunt.