Aphrodite's Gift

Renji's eyes snapped open—not to morning sunlight, nor the cold wind of war. Instead, he woke to fire.

Not literal fire, but five radiant lights pulsing in midair, orbiting his bare chest like celestial satellites. Each amulet burned with a unique hue, resonating with a strange hum deep in his soul. He gasped, gripping his forehead, the sensations overwhelming.

The moment his fingers brushed one of the amulets, a vision flashed behind his eyes—Velahza, trembling beneath him, her pride shattered and her love sealed. Then Reika, blood-soaked and bound, submitting with fiery eyes and trembling breath. Syrene's laughter echoed, sultry and wicked. Nayya's gentle moans, full of warmth and hunger. And the Serpentine Queen... whose touch had nearly broken reality.

A soft, amused voice interrupted the torrent of visions. "You've been busy."