Chapter 1632

The vines weren't alive like the trees. They weren't conscious. They were echoes. Living memory. They mimicked touch, breath, motion. Jude stood still as one glided up his leg and coiled gently around the base of his cock. He shuddered. Not in fear. But because it knew.

It knew exactly how they loved.

It knew exactly how they needed.

The spiral shimmered.

And then they weren't standing anymore.

They were floating.

Not in water, but in sensation - suspended in golden light, the vines cradling their limbs, teasing their skin, wrapping around breasts and thighs and hips and mouths. Jude opened his eyes and saw the others above him, below him, beside him - bodies glowing, mouths parting in moans, eyes wild with heat.