Round 231

The building’s demands had escalated past critical levels, its perverse heartbeat thundering through the walls like a war drum. Hera stood amidst the chaos, her practical mind struggling to keep pace with the sheer depravity of their situation. The sight of Jeane transforming into something beyond human was too much—her wings unfurling, eyes blazing crimson, lust radiating off her in palpable waves.

“This is fucked,” Silra muttered again, though this time it felt like an understatement of cosmic proportions. Hera shot the rogue a glare that could cut glass. “You think?” she snapped back. “Maybe if you hadn’t wasted precious time trying to control her instead of actually helping—”

“Enough!” Halie’s voice cut through the tension, her divine aura flaring briefly before dimming under the building’s corrupting influence. The angelic woman positioned herself between Hera and Silra, hands raised in a placating gesture. “We need to work together if we’re going to get out of this alive. Arguing solves nothing.”

Hera ground her teeth, knowing the angel was right even as she fought the urge to scream in frustration. She turned back to Jeane, who now hovered near the ceiling, wings beating slowly as she panted with need. The sight was both terrifying and oddly mesmerizing—Jeane’s usually pale skin flushed with arousal, her lips parted in a silent moan of pleasure-pain.

“Fine,” Hera bit out. “But we do this smart. We can’t just... jump each other without a plan. The building wants an audience, right? A show?” She glanced around the room, taking in the scattered sex toys and furniture. “Then let’s give it what it wants—on our terms.”