<h4>Chapter 1298: Chapter 1298</h4>


    The women circled closer, drawn by instinct. Jude dropped to his knees, chest rising fast, hands gripping the stone beneath him. The light pulsed through him, and a new mark burned into his skin - over his heart, golden and swirling, shaped like all their sigilsbined.


    Ste dropped to her knees in front of him, her voice thick with desire and awe. "You’re not just the god now."


    "You’re the vessel," Lucy whispered, crawling to his side and licking the sweat from his neck.


    "You carry us," Rose added, her hand resting over his mark. "And now, it wants to be carried too."


    Jude didn’t respond with words.


    His body did.


    His cock rose again, impossibly, gloriously hard.


    The energy inside him red with it - not just arousal, but something more primal. A force. A hunger. A purpose.


    Sophie straddled him first, without asking. Her body slid down onto him with practiced ease, but the moment they joined, a ripple of light surged from the mark on his chest to the base of her spine. She cried out, back arching, her body glowing where they touched. It wasn’t just sex. It was transference.


    Jude groaned, gripping her hips, moving in her slow and deep. The light responded to every thrust, every moan, every squeeze of her inner walls. Around them, the women circled tighter, touching themselves, touching each other, their eyes locked on Sophie’s trembling, glowing form as she cried out in pleasure that spiraled far beyond flesh.


    When she came, the light burst again - and a stream of it passed from his chest into her mouth, her eyes, her womb.


    Sophie copsed forward, gasping, her face buried in Jude’s neck.


    Then Emma came.


    She kissed Sophie’s lips as she climbed onto Jude’sp, and the moment his cock slid into her, the glow passed again - bright and pulsing. She rode him fiercely, hungrily, her nails digging into his shoulders, her cries raw and unrestrained. Her climax sent a second wave through the temple, and the light coiled around her limbs like vines wrapping a tree.


    Each wife came to him.


    Each one took him inside them again.


    Each one received.


    And with each union, the glowing force changed - bing stronger, clearer, more defined. Its shape hovered above them now, no longer amorphous but tall, elegant, feminine.


    Grace wasst.


    She moved to him slowly, naked and shining with anticipation. Jude was shaking now, his strength nearly gone, but his cock rose for her as it had for every one of them, summoned by her moan, her need, her love.


    She lowered onto him, her walls tight and trembling, and as they moved, the light above them brightened until the whole temple was filled with it - blinding, humming, powerful.


    She came.


    He followed.


    And the light entered them both.


    For one brief, endless moment, every wife screamed - not in pain, not in fear, but in ecstasy.


    The energy surged through them like lightning made of silk, orgasm made divine. Their limbs shook, their bellies clenched, their hearts thundered. And when it passed, when the glow softened and faded, they copsed in a circle, tangled and breathless, the temple now calm.


    The light was gone.


    But not lost.


    It lived in each of them now.


    And Jude felt it - alive in his blood, pulsing in his cock, buried in the warm, wet bodies of every woman who had taken him inside her.


    Theyy together in silence for a long time.


    Until Rose smiled, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed, and said the only thing that made sense.


    "We didn’t just make a god."


    "We made a goddess."


    The air around them had changed again.


    Not violently. Not in the way storms crash or winds scream. This was quieter. Heavier. A warmth that settled into the bones, into the belly. Into the womb. It filled every breath, humming through the moss-covered stone, the tangled roots around the basin, the sweat on their skin. The ind was no longer just watching. It was resting with them.


    The glow that had once floated above their heads now pulsed faintly within each of them.


    Jude could see it - in their eyes, their skin, their slow,nguid movements as they curled closer around him like petals closing around the sun. They weren’t just exhausted. They were changed.


    Lucyy draped across his chest, fingers idly tracing the new mark over his heart - the one that shimmered like all their sigils braided into one. "She’s real," she whispered.


    Sophie nodded where shey against his thigh. "She’s inside us. Inside him."


    "She’s all of us," Grace added, brushing hair from her cheeks. "What we gave. What he carried. What we birthed."


    "But not into flesh," Emma said softly, her fingers brushing over the faint pulsing light beneath her navel. "Into something else."


    Rose sat at the edge of the basin, her long legs folded beneath her, her gaze locked on the vines crawling slowly up the temple’s walls. "This was only the first cycle."


    Jude turned his head to her, his voice hoarse. "There’s more?"


    She smiled - soft, knowing, and achingly familiar. "Always."


    Scarlet rolled over and stretched like a cat, her skin flushed, glowing in the low morning light. "I’m not sure I can walk right now, let alone cycle anything."


    Natalie giggled, but it faded quickly into a sigh. "My body feels full. But not just full of... him. It’s deeper. Like I’ve been filled with something sacred."


    "You have," Ste murmured, brushing her fingers down Natalie’s spine. "We all have."


    Jude sat up slowly, the circle of their bodies parting to let him rise. His limbs were heavy, but not with weakness - with something that thrummed under his skin, as though the ind’s rhythm had rooted itself inside him. He walked slowly across the temple floor, naked, still wet with their shared climax, and looked out beyond the open archway.


    The jungle breathed.


    The trees shimmered.


    And something new stirred beneath the soil.


    He heard her voice again - not with ears, but through his skin.