Chapter 1287

The moss gave way to stone, and beneath them opened a basin carved into the land itself - a shallow bowl of black marble lined with veins of gold. The inside shimmered with steam. Water, warm and thick like milk and honey, bubbled gently.

It was a bath.

A pool.

A womb.

Rose turned to Jude and held out her hand. "Come. Be reborn with us."

He stepped in first, the heat wrapping around his ankles, his calves, then his thighs. The water slid over his skin like satin, fragrant and heavy. When he sank fully, it welcomed him like an embrace.

The others followed.

Sophie and Lucy on either side, their legs entwined with his.

Stella curled at his back, her breasts pressed softly to his spine.

Grace, Emma, Susan, and Natalie slipped in together, their fingers intertwined, their mouths already finding each other again in reverent hunger.

Zoey sat in front of Jude and leaned back, pulling his face between her thighs. "Drink."