Chapter 1321
The golden light poured from the opened blossom like a silent waterfall, bathing every body in radiance. Jude blinked against it, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, his arms wrapped around Rose as her hips trembled and she collapsed into his chest, still pulsing around his cock, still wet and perfect and clenched with the final tremors of orgasm. Her breath tickled his throat.
The other wives were still, entranced, glowing faintly from within. Lucy leaned against Stella, her lips parted, eyes glassy with afterglow. Emma’s hands were folded in her lap, her naked body painted with streaks of moss and seed, as though the island itself had claimed her. Grace and Zoey sat together, legs intertwined, eyes fixed on the blossom above. Natalie lay on her back with her hands over her heart, breathing slowly, dreamily, her thighs slick and open. Scarlet and Sophie were side by side, and Sophie’s fingers were still buried between Scarlet’s legs, moving lazily like the rhythm hadn’t stopped.
Susan whispered, "Did we just... open it?"
"No," Rose said, still cradled against Jude, her voice like the hush of leaves in a warm wind. "He did. We just helped him find the key."
Jude raised his eyes to the flower. The petals unfurled in perfect symmetry, black at the base and glowing gold at the tips, shimmering like starlight and flame. From its center, tendrils of light drifted downward, brushing skin, tracing lines across their bodies. Wherever they touched, warmth bloomed - tingling, melting, impossible to ignore.
One brushed between his legs.
Jude moaned softly as his cock stirred again, impossibly hard despite all he’d given. It stood, pulsing, wet, ready, like it was possessed by something beyond his flesh. Rose didn’t move from his lap. She rocked her hips, her eyes fluttering shut.
"The island’s not done with you," she whispered.
He looked around.
Every wife turned to him.
The hunger was there again - laced with something deeper now. Worship. Bond. Ecstasy and awe. The sex was no longer just physical - it was communion. A ritual of belonging.