Chapter 1322
By the time the stars began to dim and the horizon turned the faintest hue of lavender and rose, the clearing had transformed into something sacred. The moss was crushed flat in the center where bodies had writhed and clung and poured themselves into one another, but it was richer now, vibrant with a pulsing glow, like it had absorbed every drop of pleasure, every ounce of their devotion. The air was warm with the scent of sweat, sex, and blooming petals.
Jude sat at the center, not just worshipped - exalted. Not just pleasured - but claimed. His body was coated in their touch, kissed raw in places, still hard, still ready. The pulsing between his legs had grown steady, more controlled, like he was in tune with something deeper than his own need. His chest rose and fell as he looked at them, each wife laid out around him like stars around a sun. Some were asleep, draped over one another, soft and breathless. Others stirred slowly, fingertips trailing along thighs and stomachs, not yet done, just resting.
Sophie crawled toward him first, hair tangled, her breasts swaying gently as she moved. She looked wild. Divine. Her lips curled in a slow smile as she settled into his lap.
"Still hard," she whispered, sliding against his length. "How?"
He grinned weakly. "You’re all too beautiful to resist."
Zoey rolled over and propped herself up on one elbow. "It’s not just us," she said. "The island wants this. It’s keeping him full."
"Or maybe," Emma murmured, still lying in Lucy’s arms, "we’ve become his sustenance too. A cycle."
Rose stood in the back, leaning against the black tree, her skin gilded in soft streaks of gold. She looked at Jude, and he felt her eyes through his whole body.
"It’s balance," she said. "He gives. We receive. Then we give. And he... evolves."
Sophie sank onto him with a moan, slow and deep, taking her time. She gasped as her hips settled flush against his, her hands braced on his chest.
"But he’s still ours ," she said.