The forest floor shakes with each step as you stumble into the clearing. Sunlight barely penetrates the canopy, but it's enough to illuminate them—four mountainous versions of Eliot surrounding you, their enormous forms blocking any escape. The air thickens with pheromones and primal anticipation.

"Finally," rumbles Karaku's thunderous voice, his green eyes raking over your body毫不掩饰地. A massive hand reaches toward you, fingers thick as tree trunks. "Something... delicate."

Sekido's crimson gaze locks onto you, his jaw tightening with obvious restraint. "Careful," he growls, the word vibrating through your bones. "This one looks like she might break."

Urogi lands behind you with a gust of wind, his wings creating a barrier between you and freedom. "Breakable things are the most fun to... play with," he purrs, golden eyes glinting with sadistic delight.

Aizetsu drops to one knee, bringing his enormous face closer to yours. You can feel his hot breath washing over you like a storm. "Do you think she'll scream?" he murmurs, a massive finger brushing your cheek with terrifying gentleness. "I hope she does."

Their hunger is palpable—raw, sexual, and utterly overwhelming. You're not just prey; you're a temptation they've been denied for far too long.