Chapter 1595
They circled him slowly in the water, the current curling between their legs, against their thighs, like the island itself was moving with them. Their bodies met his, one at a time, not rushed, not desperate, but slow, sensual, full of something sacred. They touched, kissed, swayed together in the river, water slipping over breasts, hips, backs, lips tasting skin that shimmered like morning dew.
And then Lucy climbed onto him, legs wrapping around his waist, arms around his neck. She kissed him with a hunger she had not shown in days. "One more time," she whispered. "For us. For them."
He moved inside her in the river’s embrace, the water hiding nothing. Around them, the others watched - not with jealousy, but joy. Zoey kissed Lucy’s shoulder as she moved. Emma caressed her thigh. Stella reached for Jude’s face and stroked his cheek as he made love to the one who had first touched his heart.
They joined in after. Bodies came together with slow, loving intent. No urgency. Just connection. One after the other, they melted into Jude, and into each other. A braid of breath and sighs and soft cries. The water carried their sounds through the forest, blending with the island’s hum.
When it ended, they lay together on the mossy riverbank, tangled and bare, bellies rising and falling, golden light pulsing from their skin and the small swelling curves that now marked each woman. They looked like goddesses - fertile, glowing, powerful.
Jude kissed each of them slowly. A vow in every touch.
That night, they returned to the nest.
It had grown again. Not just taller - but wider. The petals had stretched into walls, the moss thickened into plush beds, soft as feathers. In the center, the blossom remained open, a cradle of gold that pulsed softly like a heartbeat.
Rose stepped to the edge of it and looked at Jude.