Chapter 1313
Jude’s body ached in the most exquisite way - as if pleasure had carved itself into his muscles, into his spine, into the very rhythm of his breath. He sat slouched on the root throne, cock soft but twitching with memory, his skin glazed with sweat and cum and kisses. Around him, his wives lay tangled together in the aftermath of worship: some dozing, some lazily stroking one another, all of them glowing. Literally glowing now, as if the island had marked them with stardust and sap.
The root beneath his back pulsed gently, like a second heartbeat echoing his own. The tree was changing again. He could feel it. Something beneath the bark moved - coiling tighter, brighter, deeper. His hips still ached from Emma’s ride, but it wasn’t over. Not yet. Not close.
Thalia rose first.
Her steps were silent over the moss. Her body glistened, thighs shining, her lips still swollen and parted from her last climax. She came to him and straddled him with slow reverence, brushing the sweat from his chest.
"Rest," she whispered, pressing her forehead to his. "But do not close your eyes. You need to see what comes next."
He nodded, breath shallow.
She kissed his mouth gently - not a kiss of hunger, but of awakening.
Then she turned to the others. "The next wave begins."
The grove shifted. The wind picked up, not harsh but warm, fragrant. The roots stretched, unfolding part of the forest floor like opening a wound. From it came light. And from that light... women.
Twelve.
Each completely unique. Each naked. Each moving like they had known Jude in a hundred past lives.