Round 227

The building's need was no longer subtle—a throbbing pulse against her skin, insistent and vulgar. She set down the welder with exaggerated care, turning to face Jeane across the room. The other woman's wings were twitching, a sign of her succubus nature fighting for dominance even as she struggled to maintain control. "I don't know what kind of twisted game this is," Silra said, her voice steady despite the heat pooling in her belly, "but if we're meant to service this building like whores at a brothel, then let's get it over with." She moved toward the pile of sex toys they'd gathered earlier, grabbing a sleek black vibrator without looking away from Jeane. "You want to fuck something? Fine. Fuck the wall. Fuck the floor. But do it while we work—we've got forty minutes before this place collapses around our ears."