Round 10 Transcript

Jeane's wings beat once, hard, as she surged toward Silra with predatory grace. Wings are out because I can barely contain myself—and scandal is precisely what we're after on our honeymoon night. She seizes her wife by the waist, pulling their bodies flush together. Her skin radiates heat against Silra's cool elven flesh. You tease me mercilessly with promises of 'later.' It is later, my love—we have all night, and I mean to use every moment. Her tail lashes behind her in anticipation as she nuzzles into Silra's neck, inhaling deeply. Your scent drives me wild—I need you now. Jeane's hands slide down to cup Silra's ass firmly, lifting slightly as her thumbs trace circles over the curves. Let me taste every inch of you. I want to hear the sounds only I can draw from your throat. Her breath ghosts over Silra's ear as she murmurs, Show me what belongs to me now that we're bound by vows and magic both. She attempts to walk them backward toward the bed, hands roaming possessively.

Silra meets her wife’s searing gaze with an arch of her eyebrow. Wings out, indeed—someone's eager tonight. Her fingers trace the curve of Jeane’s shoulder blade, feeling the tremble beneath her touch. Tell me, Mrs. Cromwell, have you forgotten where we are? Or is this exhibitionism part of your plan? She leans closer, her breath cool against Jeane’s flushed skin. I know that look—you’re not just eager, you’re desperate. Her hand slides down to grasp Jeane’s wrist firmly but gently. Let's take this to the bed before someone calls housekeeping for a noise complaint. Silra guides them toward the plush mattress, her eyes never leaving Jeane’s face. I want to explore every inch of you tonight—slowly, thoroughly. She pushes Jeane onto her back with surprising strength for an elf, straddling her waist. But first, tell me what you need. Vague pleas won't cut it—I need specifics if we're going to properly inaugurate this marriage.