Round 233

The building's demand pulsed through the air like a physical thing, thick and choking. Jeane had Hera pinned beneath her on the floor, hips grinding in a rhythm that spoke of desperation rather than desire. Her wings twitched, each spasm sending shivers across her pale skin as she fought against the succubus nature screaming for release inside her.

Silra moved with fluid grace, positioning herself between Jeane and the prone form of Hera. Her crossbow was raised, aimed at Jeane's heart—less a threat than a declaration of intent to protect the group no matter what it took. "No," she said, voice flat and final despite the adrenaline singing through her veins. "You're not devouring anyone. You're not fucking Hera because you can't control yourself and the building is playing us like a lute string."

Jeane's wings beat once, a sharp crack of leathery sound that filled the room. Her crimson eyes locked onto Silra, need and fury warring across her features. "You think you can handle me?" she growled, voice dropping to something inhuman around the edges. The air around her seemed to shimmer with heat, her demonic energy flaring visibly as her control slipped another notch.

Silra didn't back down. She couldn't afford to show weakness—not when every instinct screamed at her to run, to put distance between herself and the succubus losing her battle for self-control. "I'm not asking," she replied coolly, though her hand trembled slightly on the crossbow's stock. "You want to be fucked? Then let me do it. I'll take care of your problem before you become everyone else's."

The tension in the room stretched tighter than a bowstring moments before release. Jeane's expression shifted, curiosity warring with lust and barely contained rage. She laughed, sharp and bitter. "You? The little elven virgin who can't even look at a cock without blushing?" Her wings spread wide, filling the space between them with leathery barriers. "What makes you think your tiny hands could handle me?"

Silra's jaw tightened. "I may not fuck men, but I've dealt with monsters before," she said, voice low and dangerous. She took a step forward, crossbow still raised but pointed safely away from Jeane's body. "Let me help you before this gets worse. Before someone gets hurt—or worse."