It was taller, its blossoms fuller, hanging low with gold-petaled fruit. The roots pulsed with light. And Jude - Jude stood at the center, glowing, every inch of his skin etched with shifting gold markings that moved like breath.
His wives gasped.
He looked at them - and smiled.
"I know what the island wants now."
They came to him.
And as he reached for Lucy first, his cock already throbbing, she dropped to her knees, her hands trembling as she took him into her mouth again.
But this time, as she sucked him slowly, moaning with delight, the tree shimmered behind them - and the earth below them began to pulse in rhythm.
One by one, they came again.
And the island moaned with them.
Zoey was next to fall into him.