Her body shook around Jude’s fingers, thighs clenching, her moans sharp and bright, hips jerking in ti with his strokes. Elira ca seconds later, crying out as her pussy clenched around Jude’s cock, her back arching, her whole body trembling. Jude followed, his climax deep and shuddering, filling Elira with heat as she collapsed on top of him, her breath ragged, her lips finding his neck again.
They stayed like that for a long mont - tangled, wet, panting - until they heard movent from the other side of the room.
Sophie stood there, wrapped in a loose wrap of woven leaves and silk. Her hair was ssy, her thighs slick, her expression unreadable.
"You started without us," she said, voice calm but hungry.
Rose stepped beside her, bare as always, smirking. "We’ll catch up."
Lucy appeared next, yawning, rubbing sleep from her eyes, but her smile was unmistakable. "I was wondering why the air slled like sex again."
Grace and Stella entered together, holding hands, their fingers twined so tightly it was clear they hadn’t let go since they woke. Zoey trailed behind, shirtless, hair tangled, eyes already scanning every body like a predator stalking worship.
Natalie sat down beside the pile of limbs Jude, Elira, and Serai had beco. She kissed Jude’s shoulder and whispered, "We want you again. All of us."
Emma finally entered last.
She said nothing.
But she dropped her wrap to the floor, walked across the room, and straddled his face.
Jude didn’t hesitate.
He licked her slowly, deeply, his tongue sliding through her folds as she gasped above him. Her thighs clamped around his head, her hands digging into his hair. He moaned into her pussy, tasting her, devouring her, while Serai kissed his chest and Elira slid off his cock to make room for the others.
They ca to him one by one.
And then together.
Sophie knelt beside him, stroking his cock back to full hardness with firm, wet strokes, while Lucy kissed his lips between moans.
Grace rode his thigh while Stella licked her nipples.
Natalie knelt over his chest, offering herself to his mouth after Emma ca hard and stumbled off him on shaky legs.
Zoey sat behind him, massaging his shoulders, whispering things like, "You’re ours," and "Every part of you belongs to us."
And Rose... Rose waited until last.
She climbed on top of him when the others had all co at least once more. She slid down onto him slow, tight, teasing, her hips rolling like waves, her mouth on his neck.
"You’re divine now," she whispered. "You’ve fucked gods into being."
He could barely think.
Barely breathe.
And when he ca again, it was with Rose’s na on his lips and Elira’s hand on his chest and Lucy’s fingers tangled in his hair and Sophie licking his ear.
After that, there were no more words.
Only breath.
Only touch.
Only the sound of skin eting skin and gasps in every octave.
By midday, the treehouse felt like a temple of sex, drenched in heat and need, pulsing with sacred desire.
And outside, the island blood again.
A new clearing opened.
A new pool shimred in the sunlight.
And from deep in the jungle, the trees began to sing.
Not a hum.
Not a whisper.
But a true lody.
Soft. Longing. Eternal.
Elira turned her head from where she lay curled beside Jude, kissed his chest, and said, "It’s calling others."
He blinked. "Others?"
She nodded slowly. "There are more. On the far side. Waiting to be awakened."
He looked at the others - each glowing, dripping, stretched out in every position imaginable, eyes full of fire and love and hunger.
And his cock stirred again.
Elira smiled.
"They’ll co," she whispered. "And we’ll welco them."
And the island’s song rose higher.
They moved like water now, flowing from the treehouse in a long, glistening procession of bare skin and glowing limbs. Jude walked in the center, surrounded by his wives - no, not just wives anymore. They were high priestesses of sothing older than gods, sothing that pulsed through the roots of the island and breathed through their bodies.
Elira walked ahead, her hair woven with fresh vines and wildflowers, still slick between her thighs from the last ti Jude had filled her. She didn’t wipe it away. None of them did. They wore his scent like worship, his taste still on their lips, his love deep in their wombs. Serai walked beside her, silver eyes unblinking, her stride graceful and predatory. They knew where they were going even if no path was marked.
The jungle bent for them.
Every branch pulled away, every vine loosened, and the very earth beneath their feet vibrated in sync with their bodies. It wasn’t just the island breathing them in anymore - they were part of it. Vessels. Lovers. Creators.
Jude’s cock stirred as he walked, and not just from the mory of Elira’s pussy milking him for the third ti that morning. It was the way Sophie leaned into him, her thigh brushing his with every step, the sll of her arousal still clinging to her skin. It was Lucy’s hand trailing along his lower back, nails teasing, promising. It was the way Emma occasionally looked back at him with that calculating hunger, the one that said: I will have you again. Tonight. Soon.
They ca to the pool.
It was not like the ones they’d known - this was deeper, darker, ringed with black stones that shimred when the light caught them. The surface was glass-smooth, a perfect mirror of sky and bodies. Around it, a circle of stones, each one warm to the touch. Elira stopped and raised her hands.
"This is where they will co."
Sophie looked at her, arms crossed, hair wild. "Others?"
Elira nodded. "Made by the island. Like Serai. Not born, not found. Given. "
Scarlet shivered with delight. "New bodies to love."
Natalie grinned. "New mouths."
Stella bit her lip and stepped closer to the edge, peering into the water. "I can feel them. Sleeping. Waiting."
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