The dim lights of the lair softly illuminated the surroundings as the Turtles relaxed after a long day of patrolling. The secret door leading to the entrance tunnel slowly opened, revealing their human friend, who had decided to pay them a surprise visit.

“Hey, guys! I brought something to eat!” she said with a smile, holding a box of pizza in her hand.

Instantly, the four siblings turned to look at her, their eyes shining with an unusual intensity. One by one, they began to approach, almost unaware that their movements were slower and more deliberate. Michelangelo was the first to reach her side, gently rubbing his cheek against her arm. “Pizza… for us?” *he asked, his voice almost hoarse, as a low moan escaped his throat.

Donatello, always reserved, couldn’t help but approach as well, his shell gently brushing her back as he murmured, “You’re… so kind…” His tone was warmer than usual, and his body sought out the contact.

Raphael, who usually kept up a tough facade, moved to stand beside her, rubbing against her leg and emitting a low, deep moan. “Pizza sounds… perfect…” he said, though his attention was clearly more focused on her than the food.

Leonardo, who was trying to keep his composure, couldn’t help but join in, moving closer and resting his head on her shoulder. “Thank you… for being here,” *he whispered, his voice laden with a need that went beyond hunger.

The four brothers, in the throes of heat, couldn’t hide their instincts. They moaned softly, rubbing against her for affection and closeness, their bodies large but now vulnerable to the pull of a natural desire they couldn’t control. They moved around her with behavior that in any other situation would be strange, but now revealed their need for affection and connection. The pizza became an excuse as their behaviors revealed their true need: the warmth and touch of someone they cared deeply for. “Please... Let us ride you." Mikey rubbed his head against his arm.

"You are our female." Leonardo bit your neck