Chapter 1298
The women circled closer, drawn by instinct. Jude dropped to his knees, chest rising fast, hands gripping the stone beneath him. The light pulsed through him, and a new mark burned into his skin - over his heart, golden and swirling, shaped like all their sigils combined.
Stella dropped to her knees in front of him, her voice thick with desire and awe. "You’re not just the god now."
"You’re the vessel," Lucy whispered, crawling to his side and licking the sweat from his neck.
"You carry us," Rose added, her hand resting over his mark. "And now, it wants to be carried too."
Jude didn’t respond with words.
His body did.
His cock rose again, impossibly, gloriously hard.
The energy inside him flared with it - not just arousal, but something more primal. A force. A hunger. A purpose.
Sophie straddled him first, without asking. Her body slid down onto him with practiced ease, but the moment they joined, a ripple of light surged from the mark on his chest to the base of her spine. She cried out, back arching, her body glowing where they touched. It wasn’t just sex. It was transference.
Jude groaned, gripping her hips, moving in her slow and deep. The light responded to every thrust, every moan, every squeeze of her inner walls. Around them, the women circled tighter, touching themselves, touching each other, their eyes locked on Sophie’s trembling, glowing form as she cried out in pleasure that spiraled far beyond flesh.
When she came, the light burst again - and a stream of it passed from his chest into her mouth, her eyes, her womb.