Round 10 Transcript

Jeane's heart races as she closes the physical distance slowly, deliberately, every movement a promise fulfilled—the way her breasts sway with each step, the wet heat already pooling between her legs, the hunger in her eyes unmistakable. I've waited eons to touch you like this, Silra, she murmurs, and her voice is barely more than a purr. Let me worship you properly. Her hands reach out, fingers trembling slightly with restrained need—wanting to caress every inch of her wife's skin but holding back until given permission.

She kneels before Silra, looking up with adoration and desire naked in her expression. I am yours, goddess. Command me.

Silra's eyes roamed over her wife's body—every curve and angle memorized from years of study but now finally within reach. The scent of Jeane's arousal was intoxicating. 'Goddess' is a heavy title to bear, demon girl, she drawled with mock severity, But since you've been so patient... In one fluid motion she closed the distance and cupped her wife's breast firmly.

I've felt these through cloth more times than I can count. Time to put that theory into practice. Her thumb circled Jeane's nipple slowly. Tell me, my centuries-old virgin bride—does it feel as good as you imagined?