Round 243

Halie pressed herself against the barrier, hands flat on the shimmering force that held the building together, and turned to Silra with a strained voice. "Wait—you can't just weld metal onto magic like it's a broken pipe!" The ward trembled around her, drawing on her reserves with each passing second. Jeane was thrashing now, her eyes glowing with that terrifying light as Hera struggled to hold her. The building groaned around them, its need pulsing through the walls in waves that made Halie's skin crawl.

Jeane's wings twitched involuntarily as another wave of lust washed over her. The building's demands pulsed through her very being, a desperate need that grew with each passing moment. She glared at Silra, her eyes glowing faintly with barely-contained power. You're not leaving this room until I'm satisfied, she hissed, her voice dripping with threat and promise. Don't make me force you to stay. She took a step towards the elf rogue, her movements graceful despite her obvious distress.