One by one they came.
Grace, writhing against him with her breath hot and broken.
Sophie, silent and intense, her eyes locked to his.
Scarlet, delicate but desperate, clinging to him like she might disappear.
Layla, forceful and sensual, claiming every inch of him with hungry groans.
Susan, soft and teary, whispering his name over and over as she rocked against him.
Natalie, slow and dreamy, her hands never leaving his cheeks, her kisses like spells.
Emma, shivering with every thrust, eyes wide with something like fear - but never looking away.
And finally, Zoey.
She took him like fire, her rhythm a dance of pure need, every thrust sharp, every moan guttural. Her climax came like a storm, and when it passed, she collapsed into his chest with a long, breathless sigh.
The seed, now fully glowing, hovered above the altar.
Spinning.
Breathing.
Alive.