Round 2 Transcript

Jeane felt the heat of Silra's gaze like sunlight on her skin, sharp and warm all at once. Her lover circled her with predatory grace, those rogue's eyes cataloging every flush, every quickened breath. "My dear Silra," Jeane purred, leaning back against the bedpost with calculated carelessness, "our wedding vows were more than mere words." She let her wings unfurl just a fraction, showing off the span of them like peacocks' tails. The movement caused her breasts to shift enticingly; she saw Silra's gaze linger there. "Every oath we spoke binds our magic together," Jeane continued, voice dripping with seduction even as something fierce blazed behind her eyes—possessive pride mingled with hunger that had nothing to do with souls and everything to do with this specific elf. "Don't you feel it? The way the air between us crackles?"

Jeane reached out one hand, palm up, inviting. "Come here, wife of mine. Let's see just how potent our connection can be."

Silra's fingers found the first button of Jeane's dress with deliberate slowness, her eyes never leaving those flushed scales. "Our vows were explicit, my love," she murmured, voice sharp with barely contained desire, "until death do us part, I believe was the phrasing. And as far as I can see, neither of us has shuffled off this mortal coil yet." She undid each button with meticulous care, exposing more and more of Jeane's vulnerable skin. "So tell me, wife—are you suggesting we should postpone consummating our marriage because you're... breastfeeding? That seems rather silly. After all," her breath ghosted over the newly exposed swell of Jeane's breast, "I'm quite skilled at multitasking."