"You are the seed now. And they are the roots. What grows next… is yours to shape."
He turned to look at them - all twelve of them. Naked, glowing, tangled together in perfect chaos and perfect calm. His wives. His lovers. His goddesses. His everything.
"What if the others come next?" he asked, voice low.
Rose looked up, eyes gleaming. "The ones who didn't change before?"
He nodded.
She stood and crossed to him, pressed her palm to his chest. "They already are. The moment they touched you again, they were part of it."
Zoey stepped up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing her breasts to his back. "We all felt it. When you came inside us. That wasn't just sex."
"It was creation," Lucy whispered.
They moved as one, slowly rising and gathering around him again, bare skin brushing bare skin, lips grazing shoulders, fingers stroking thighs. But this time, there was no urgency. No aching, primal hunger.
This was something new.
They weren't taking him now.
