Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1227

Chapter 1227: Chapter 1227

Lucy bit her lip, a soft smile curving her mouth as she leaned back on her hands. "I wanted to cry when I heard it."

"You almost did," Layla teased gently, her own legs wrapped around Grace’s hips, fingers idly playing in her hair. "You shook."

"I did," Lucy admitted, unashamed. "It was beautiful."

Emma stretched like a cat, arching into Zoey’s side. "I don’t think it was just a one-time thing. I think it’ll happen again. Like a heartbeat."

Sophie nodded. "Or like breath. Inhale, exhale. When we align, when we love like that... the island sings with us."

Natalie stood, brushing grass from her thighs, and looked up at the sky. "Then we need to keep creating. We need to live like every moment is a note in that song."

Rose’s voice was soft, but unshakable. "Then let’s start right now."

They didn’t return to the forest shelters that night. They built a fire right in the clearing where their old glyphs now glowed faintly beside the watcherscript. Wood gathered without struggle, and the flames danced higher than usual, as if fed by something other than just dry bark.

They gathered around it, but no one spoke. The fire cracked and popped, sending golden sparks into the air. Slowly, bodies moved closer again - not from cold, but from gravity. From connection.

Jude sat between Sophie and Susan, both of them leaning into him. Across the fire, Zoey and Rose were tangled together in a half-kiss, their mouths close but not touching, breaths interwoven. Layla lay with her head in Grace’s lap, humming softly while Emma pressed kisses to the inside of Stella’s wrist.

Something passed between them all then - a silent understanding that words couldn’t carry.

Desire rose not like hunger but like tide. It swelled slow, inevitable, pulling them closer, lips to necks, hands to thighs, hearts to rhythm.

Jude found himself drawn first to Lucy. She rose wordlessly from the edge of the fire and straddled him where he sat, her thighs wrapping around his hips. Their mouths met in silence, a slow, lingering pressure. He felt her breath quicken, felt her press herself down against him, not in haste but in worship.

Around them, others followed. Rose kissed Sophie like she was trying to taste the sound of her voice. Zoey sank into Susan’s lap and buried her hands in her hair. Layla slid over Grace like water, her lips tracing the length of her shoulder, while Emma reached for Natalie, their fingers interlocked as they lay back together.

Every touch was a note.

Every gasp, a chord.

They made music together with their mouths and their bodies and their heat, but not just for pleasure - it was creation. Their connection fed something invisible but present. The trees leaned in closer. The fire rose higher. The grass curled beneath them in spirals.

Jude made love to Lucy with reverence, his hands tangled in her hair, her fingers clawing gently down his back. She whispered his name like a vow, over and over, their rhythm finding a perfect sync, echoing through the clearing.

Afterward, breathless, she curled into his side, one leg thrown over his hip, her body still humming from release.

But the song didn’t stop.

It passed to Rose and Sophie next. Jude watched through half-lidded eyes as Sophie moaned softly under Rose’s touch, her legs parted, her fingers buried in the grass. Rose moved like fire, fluid and consuming, kissing down her stomach before finally taking Sophie into her mouth with slow, unrelenting purpose.

Sophie cried out softly, and the trees seemed to bend.

It continued.

Every pair, every movement, every breathless moan fed the island. And the song returned again - not as wind, not as sound, but as a sensation in their bones.

Their joined pleasure opened something.

And when the last pair collapsed into each other’s arms - Grace and Emma, tangled and flushed - the song burst outward again.

This time, they all felt it.

A deep, harmonious pulse that rolled through the island like the tide crashing back into the shore.

They gasped as one, even those who hadn’t been touched in the moment, even those who had only watched.

Something answered.

The fire flared suddenly, then extinguished - not in fear, but in closure. Like a curtain falling at the end of an act.

Darkness fell over the clearing, thick and soft like velvet.

The wives lay scattered, glowing faintly with sweat and starlight, breath syncing again into calm.

Jude stared at the sky, chest rising and falling, one hand resting on Lucy’s hip.

No one spoke for a long while.

Then Susan said, "There’s something new near the beach."

Everyone turned toward her.

She sat up, hair sticking to her neck. "I don’t know how I know. I just... I do. It came with the song."

"Then we should go," Jude said, already rising.

They moved quietly, tired but alert, walking as one - bare skin kissed by night air, arms linked, fingers brushing.

When they arrived at the beach, the sky was just beginning to lighten with early morning hues - lavender and pale blue curling across the horizon. The waves were calm, the breeze light.

But something was different.

A structure stood near the waterline.

Not made of stone or wood, but of light.

Shimmering beams formed a small archway, barely taller than Jude, flickering and fading like it was made of sunlight and shadow.

They approached slowly.

Jude reached out first, hand brushing the edge. It was warm. Not burning. Not cold. Just... familiar.

Rose touched it next, then Sophie. One by one, they each placed a hand upon it.

The moment Grace’s palm met the arch, the entire structure solidified.

Not light.

Not shadow.

But both.

Inside it, they could see a shimmer - a place beyond.

Not another world. Not a trap.

A threshold.

Sophie whispered, "This is for us."

Emma reached out, fingertips trembling. "What happens if we step through?"

"No idea," Zoey said with a breathless grin. "But don’t we have to?"