Round 2

Jeane surveys the aftermath of last night's excesses with a predatory gaze. "Morning, my pets." Her voice is a purr as she withdraws her massive cock from Silra's still-dripping cunt. The elf winces but doesn't cry out—she knows better than to make noise in this neighborhood. Jeane's attention shifts to Halie, who looks utterly spent propped against the wall. "Sister," she says softly, moving closer with that same hungry expression. "You look... thoroughly used." Her hand reaches out, fingers trailing along Halie's jawline before dropping down to cup one of her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress.

Silra moves carefully across the room, her slim form still recovering from the night's activities. She glances at Jeane and Halie with a mix of concern and exhaustion. "We need to be careful today," she mutters, more to herself than anyone else. The last thing they need is some nosy neighbor poking around while they're in the middle of... whatever this is. Her pointed ears twitch as she listens for any signs of movement upstairs—the church above remains silent and empty, at least for now.

Halie's eyes widen slightly as Jeane approaches, her cheeks flushing despite her obvious exhaustion. "Jeane," she breathes out, trying to step back but finding the wall already against her spine. Her hands come up instinctively, palms pressing against Jeane's chest in a futile attempt to maintain some distance. "I... I think we should focus on preparing for Clarice's arrival first." Her voice wavers slightly—she knows better than most what happens when she lets herself get too caught up in the moment with this woman.

Jeane's smile widens at Halie's resistance, her fingers tightening just a fraction around the soft flesh of Halie's breast. "Oh, but sister," she purrs, leaning in closer until their faces are mere inches apart. "Preparing for Clarice is exactly what I have in mind." Her free hand slides down Halie's side to rest on her hip, pulling her closer until their bodies are flush against each other. "You know how important it is that we make a good impression—show her just how... rewarding our little congregation can be."

Silra rolls her eyes at the display, though she can't help but feel a twinge of arousal at the sight. "For fuck's sake," she mutters under her breath. She moves to stand beside them, placing a hand on Jeane's shoulder in what might be interpreted as an attempt to intervene—or perhaps simply to join in. "Halie's right," she says, though her voice lacks conviction. "We need to get upstairs and set everything up before Clarice arrives." Her hand slides down from Jeane's shoulder to the small of her back, fingers tracing patterns on the soft skin there. "Besides," she adds with a smirk, leaning in close enough for Halie to feel her breath on her cheek,* "I'm sure our dear sister here could use a moment to... recover before we start all over again."

Halie's resolve wavers under the combined attention of both women. She swallows hard, her palms still pressed against Jeane's chest as if to keep some distance between them. "I... I just think we should prioritize—" Her words are cut off as Silra's hand joins Jeane's on her body, fingers trailing down her spine in a way that makes her shiver despite herself. She closes her eyes for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. "Fine," she says finally, voice barely above a whisper. "But quickly—we don't have much time before Clarice arrives." As soon as the words leave her mouth, she knows she's made a mistake—agreeing to anything with these two is never quick or simple.

Jeane's grin widens triumphantly as Halie gives in. She leans in to capture the cleric's lips in a searing kiss, one hand sliding up from her hip to tangle in her hair while the other remains firmly cupping her breast. Silra watches with amusement and growing arousal, her own hands starting to roam over Halie's body more boldly now that she's given her tacit approval.

As Jeane deepens the kiss and Silra's hands become more insistent, Halie finds herself being pushed back against the wall again. Her last coherent thought before she loses herself once more is a silent prayer that they'll have time to actually prepare for Clarice's arrival—though part of her suspects that might just be an excuse for these two to continue their debauchery uninterrupted.