No one spoke.
Because they already knew.
Lucy came to him first.
She knelt before him, her eyes full of love, and took him into her mouth. Slow. Worshipful. Her tongue soft, her lips gentle. Her fingers cradled his thighs as she sucked him deeper, her eyes never leaving his.
He gasped as she worked him, and the circle around them pulsed with heat.
Stella came next, kissing Lucy softly before sliding behind Jude, her breasts pressed to his back, her hands moving over his chest. She whispered in his ear, "We offer you. To her. Through us."
When Lucy pulled away, she kissed the tip of him and whispered, "Let the temple rise."
Sophie came forward then.
But she didn't kneel.
She pushed Jude onto his back.
Climbed over him.
And slid down - slowly, deeply, until he filled her completely.
She groaned low and full, grinding her hips in slow, hypnotic circles.
And the others watched.
Touched themselves.