"I want to be touched," she whispered.
Jude was on his knees before he knew it, crawling across the warm mossy stone. He pressed his hands to her hips, thumbs brushing over the curve where back met thighs. Her skin was hot - like dusk sunlight soaked in lust. He leaned forward and kissed the small of her back.
"You're still warm inside me," she whispered.
He slid two fingers between her thighs, found her slick and wanting.
Lucy was already beside him, fingers tangled in Elira's hair, lips against her shoulder. "She's real," she said in awe.
Jude kissed his way down the curve of Elira's ass, then dipped his tongue between her cheeks, lapping slowly, lovingly, worshipping not a goddess, but a woman who had become everything.
Elira moaned softly.
Zoey dropped to her knees behind Jude, her hand reaching around to stroke him as he devoured the goddess's sex. "She wants us to make her feel."
And they did.
