Chapter 1762
Jude moved to the center, standing tall beneath the glowing spire above. His chest burned - not with pain, but with the certainty of purpose. He was the pulse now. The seed-bearer. The lover chosen not just by the island, but by the sacred rhythm that had shaped it.
One by one, the women moved around him. Lucy first, placing her hand on his heart. Then Sophie, her lips pressing to his spine. Emma, Zoey, Grace, Stella, Susan, Natalie, Scarlet, Layla, and finally Rose - all touched him, kissed him, whispered to him. Their voices became a hum, a chant, a song not made of words but of need and surrender and promise.
The moss rose like a living bed beneath Jude’s feet, curling and lifting until he stood elevated among them. A golden thread stretched from his chest, invisible yet tangible, connecting to each of the women in turn. And when Rose stepped forward and kissed him - slow, deep, eternal - the thread pulsed and thickened with light.
She lowered herself to her knees before him, her hands sliding along his thighs. "You’re ready," she whispered. "Let us show you what that means."
Jude’s breath caught as she took him into her mouth, her lips worshipful, slow, tongue tracing along him with devotion. Lucy knelt beside her, her hands stroking his thighs, her mouth kissing his stomach. Stella kissed his side, her fingers tangling in his hand. The others moved closer, lips brushing his skin, soft moans echoing through the chamber.
It wasn’t just sex.
It was communion.
Rose’s mouth moved with practiced rhythm, teasing him with her tongue, with little moans that vibrated through his core. Lucy began to kiss down his chest, finding his nipples, sucking and flicking while Grace’s hands explored his back, nails dragging slowly in patterns that lit every nerve.
Emma pressed between his legs from behind, her breasts warm against his thighs, her fingers slipping between Rose and Lucy to wrap around him, guiding him deeper into Rose’s throat. His hips twitched, breath staggering.