Chapter 1447
The day moved like silk - no sharp edges, no interruptions, just body after body returning to him, drawn with aching certainty to the heat between them. They didn’t wait for nightfall. Their ritual began with Natalie, who took his hand and led him to the shallow pool at the base of the tree. She stepped into the water, let it rise to her thighs, then turned, nude and glowing, arms outstretched.
"Claim me again," she said.
Jude stripped without hesitation, his arousal already thick and full. He stepped in behind her, pressed his chest to her back, and sank into her with a single, powerful thrust. She cried out softly, gripping the rock in front of her, hips pushing back to meet his rhythm. The water slapped gently around them, their moans rising in tempo until she shuddered against him, her body shaking, her mouth catching his name like a mantra.
Before he could collapse, Susan was there, pulling him out of the water, dragging him into the moss beside the tree. She straddled him with a smirk, lowering herself onto his cock with practiced ease. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her hands digging into his chest, eyes blazing. "You’ll give me twins," she gasped, and he believed her.
He felt his climax build, but Scarlet was already waiting, mouth and thighs slick, whispering his name as she took him from Susan’s arms and wrapped herself around him like a serpent. "You belong to us now," she whispered into his ear. "And we belong to the island."
Each of them came with him, around him, over him. Their bodies claimed him again and again, until he forgot the count, forgot time itself. The tree glowed brighter with every cry of pleasure, the hum deepening, resonating with the sound of skin meeting skin, tongue meeting tongue, heart meeting heart.
At twilight, it was Sophie who brought the offering.
She cradled a new seed in her palms, shaped like the last but deeper in hue - almost violet. "It grew while we were making love," she said. "From us."
They planted it together in silence.
This time, the soil pulled it in like a kiss.
And when Jude kissed Sophie that night - deep and slow, beneath the low branches of their sacred grove - it wasn’t just lust. It was worship.