Chapter 1442
He gripped her thighs, thrusting up into her as her head fell back and her nails scraped down his chest. The others watched, touching themselves or each other, every moan from Zoey pulling soft cries from Emma, Lucy, Grace.
When Zoey finally came, gasping his name into the night, she collapsed against his chest with trembling sobs of pleasure and joy.
Sophie came next. She didn’t speak. She simply climbed over him, eyes locked with his, and sank down slowly, burying him inside her inch by inch. Her lips hovered over his as she began to move - not fast, not frantic - just full of heat. Full of need. Her breath caught with each stroke, her thighs trembling as she chased the inevitable rise. When she broke, it was with a long, shaking exhale, burying her face in his neck, whispering his name like a vow.
One by one, they followed. Susan. Natalie. Scarlet. Stella. Lucy. Grace.
Each time, Jude gave them everything - his body, his heart, his seed. And with each climax, the tree behind them bloomed brighter, casting silver and violet light across the grove.
But when Rose came to him last, something changed.
She didn’t take him immediately. She knelt beside him, kissed his thighs, his chest, his lips, and whispered, "You were made for this. For us. "
He felt it then, not just lust, not even love - but destiny. She pulled him into her, and he gasped aloud as the grove trembled. Their union wasn’t just pleasure - it was a ceremony.
She cried out when she came, her nails biting into his shoulders, and the tree behind them lit like a star.
In the afterglow, they lay breathless.
And the tree bore fruit.