The silence after Elira's dissolution was deafening, the jungle's humid breath the only sound, curling around their bodies like a mocking caress.
The group stood mid-path, frozen in place, their exposed forms trembling—aroused, terrified, the air thick with the musky scent of their slick wetness and the faint, metallic tang of fear.
Sereya's voluptuous body was rigid, her gold-wrapped band straining against her heaving breasts, nipples stiff and rubbing the fabric with each shallow breath, sending unwelcome jolts through her core.
Her fists clenched white at her sides, nails drawing blood from her palms, her jaw twitching once before locking shut, rage and grief warring in her amber eyes as wetness trailed down her creamy thighs.
Selene stood two paces behind, her petite body trembling violently, both hands clamped over her mouth, her violet eyes wide with horror and unshed tears.
