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 sigils combined.
Stella 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 flared with it - not just arousal, but something more primal. A force. A hunger. A purpose.
