Chapter 1323

Jude didn't know how long he lay there, surrounded by warm skin, soft sighs, and the sticky sweet scent of sex that hung thick in the clearing like incense. His pulse had slowed, but his body still thrummed with that strange, eternal hunger. It was no longer the urgency of lust - it was deeper now, older. Like something sacred had rooted itself in his spine and was blooming outward, demanding worship not with words, but with moans and movement and the rhythm of flesh on flesh.