Chapter 1632
The vines weren’t alive like the trees. They weren’t conscious. They were echoes. Living memory. They mimicked touch, breath, motion. Jude stood still as one glided up his leg and coiled gently around the base of his cock. He shuddered. Not in fear. But because it knew.
It knew exactly how they loved.
It knew exactly how they needed.
The spiral shimmered.
And then they weren’t standing anymore.
They were floating.
Not in water, but in sensation - suspended in golden light, the vines cradling their limbs, teasing their skin, wrapping around breasts and thighs and hips and mouths. Jude opened his eyes and saw the others above him, below him, beside him - bodies glowing, mouths parting in moans, eyes wild with heat.
Lucy floated past him, her hair like a comet of fire. She reached for him, and when her fingers touched his skin, their bodies collided in perfect rhythm. Her legs wrapped around him. Her core pressed against his hardness. And the vines did the rest - lifting them, rocking them, grinding them together in a rhythm that wasn’t theirs but felt entirely like home.
Zoey joined next, straddling his back, her breath hot against his ear as her hands slid down his chest and guided his thrusts deeper into Lucy. Grace hovered nearby, her lips locked with Sophie’s, their legs entwined, vines curling between their slick folds, pulsing in time with their cries.
Jude moved from Lucy to Zoey, from Zoey to Grace, from Grace to Stella. Each shift was seamless. Each kiss, each entrance, a continuation of the last. They were fluid, melting into one another like water and heat and breath. Emma wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her, her eyes wide and wild, her lips parted in a growl that turned to a gasp as he filled her.
The vines responded to every moan.