The transformation began with a breath. I inhaled deeply, then exhaled—not air, but pure, liquid pink. Invisible pheromones flooded the sanctuary, thick as incense, potent enough to make the very air vibrate. Their reaction was immediate.
Sycophantic.
Anastasia threw her head back, spine arching as if struck by lightning, a raw moan tearing from her throat—"Gods—what—is—this—"—while her hands clawed at her own thighs.
Celeste collapsed forward, forehead pressing against my shin, whispering broken prayers: "Thank you… thank you… my lord…"
Vivienne gasped, emerald eyes rolling back as she convulsed, fingers knotting in the rug. "I can't… I can't…"
Sophia went rigid, her analytical shattering into pure animal need. "Eros, you feel… overwhelming…" she whimpered before dissolving into whimpers. Even Madison and Amanda staggered, pupils blowing wide, lips parting in identical gasps.
