Chapter 1294
Jude sat at the center again, body bare, his thighs still marked by the press of teeth and the shimmer of sweat. Around him, his wives moved slowly, like shadows cast in candlelight, their bodies aching but radiant. He watched them, in awe of what they had become - each touched by divine hunger, shaped now not just by the island, but by something inside it, inside them.
Sophie approached first, wrapped in nothing but her hair and heat. She lowered herself into his lap, straddling him, but didn’t guide him inside. Instead, she pressed her forehead to his and whispered, "It’s not about taking anymore. It’s about opening."
He understood.
She kissed him, deep and slow, and then moved behind him, hands on his shoulders, lips trailing down his spine. Emma and Lucy came next, both nude and glistening, hands entwined. Lucy kissed his chest while Emma knelt between his legs, stroking him, slow and steady, until he groaned.
"You’re still the center," Lucy murmured, "but the energy runs through you now. Into us. Out again. A circle."
Scarlet, who had rarely spoken since the rituals began, stepped forward from the shadows and knelt at Jude’s side. Her hair was wild, her thighs parted slightly, her breath unsteady. "She speaks to me in colors," she whispered, touching his jaw. "And tonight... she wants us to paint."
She reached down and took his cock in her hand.
Emma kissed her.
Then Zoey.
Then Grace.
Then all of them - lips passing from mouth to mouth like wine.