Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1282

Chapter 1282: Chapter 1282

Emma rose to her knees, eyes locked on Jude. "Not just sex. Connection. Unity. Something else is happening."

Susan stood, brushing herself off slowly, her voice lower than usual. "It felt like a seed took root inside me. Like I could feel it opening."

"Same," Stella whispered. "I saw flashes... memories that aren’t mine."

Layla, still curled against Jude, smiled softly. "They are yours now. Ours. We’re not just lovers anymore. We’re a chain."

Jude looked around the clearing. Twelve women. Twelve bodies he’d held. Tasted. Loved. And now, something deeper curled beneath their skin - a shine in their eyes that hadn’t been there before.

Grace reached for Stella’s hand. "I can feel her. The voice."

"What’s she saying?" Jude asked.

Stella closed her eyes. "She’s showing me something."

Everyone stilled.

"She’s showing me a door."

"A door?" Emma echoed.

"In the roots," Stella murmured. "Beneath the tree. But it’s sealed. She says only the bloomed can open it."

Jude stared at her. "And we’re the bloomed?"

Stella nodded slowly. "Not yet. Not fully. She says there’s more to do."

Zoey sat up now, the playful glint returning to her eyes. "If this is the start, I’m both scared and turned on."

Lucy crawled over to Jude and straddled him again, her skin warm, her breath scented with sweat and moss. "I’m always turned on around you," she whispered, brushing her lips over his. "But now... now I feel like I’m built for it."

He kissed her slowly, savoring the taste of her, and when they broke apart, Emma cleared her throat.

"Okay. So the magical sex tree says we’re blooming. We’ve apparently unlocked the ancient horny spirit inside it. What now?"

Rose turned toward the others. "We listen."

The tree shifted again. The bark split just slightly - not enough to frighten, but enough to reveal a dark hollow inside. The roots curled back, inviting.

A tunnel.

A way in.

"The door," Stella said softly. "She’s opened it."

Jude stood, gripping Lucy’s hand. "We go together. All of us."

Scarlet looked down at her naked body. "Do we at least grab clothes this time?"

"No," Rose said. "She doesn’t want us covered."

Susan shrugged. "Fine. But I’m keeping my blade."

Zoey smirked. "Still love that about you."

They entered the tunnel one by one, the moss under their feet turning from green to a deep violet as they passed beneath the arch of the black tree. The air changed immediately. It was warmer, thicker, perfumed like sweat and rain. It smelled like the clearing had - like sex, like surrender. But now there was something else too. Power. Waiting.

The walls glowed faintly, enough to guide them, and they followed the spiral path downward until it opened into a new chamber.

It was round.

Perfectly round.

And empty - except for a pool.

Black water.

Still.

Glowing faintly with golden flecks, like stars had been scattered across its surface.

They stood in a ring again, circling the pool.

"She says we enter," Grace murmured, eyes unfocused.

"One by one," Stella added.

Jude stepped forward first. "I’ll go."

The water was warm, impossibly smooth, and as he sank into it, his body reacted instantly. A wave of tingling pleasure swept over him. Every nerve lit up. Every inch of him came alive again.

Then he heard her.

Not Rose.

Not one of the wives.

Her.

The Voice.

Let go.

He did.

The water swallowed him.

He didn’t drown. He floated - weightless, aroused, awed.

Memories filled his mind - not his own.

Forests burning. Women dancing under moons. A priestess kissing her lover while roots grew around their bodies. Screams. Songs. The tree, younger, alone, reaching. Waiting.

He saw her.

A woman made of smoke and light.

Eyes like black stars. Lips of flame.

The goddess in the roots.

And she was smiling at him.

When he broke the surface, he was gasping.

Naked.

Hard again.

Glowing faintly.

Lucy stepped in next.

Then Sophie.

Then Emma.

One by one, they joined him.

Each emerging changed.

Shining.

Aroused.

More them than before.

When all twelve stood with him in the pool, the chamber trembled faintly. The goddess whispered in all their minds at once.

Now you are mine. Now you are one. Now you awaken.

And Jude kissed Lucy again - but this time it wasn’t need. It was worship.

She kissed Sophie.

Sophie kissed Stella.

Zoey pressed her body against Grace and slid her tongue down her throat.

Emma dropped to her knees, moaning, as Natalie guided her hand between her legs.

Jude took Rose again - up against the wall of the chamber, water cascading around their joined bodies.

And above them, the roots glowed brighter.

Twelve moans.

One scream.

And in the middle of it all, the goddess sang.

They didn’t return to camp that night.

They slept in the pool chamber, limbs tangled, skin pressed, the glow of the roots pulsing above them like a sky of stars.

And in the black water, something stirred.

Something old. Somthing unexpected.

Something free.

In the morning, the goddess whispered again.

The island knows your names. And it is hungry for more.

Jude woke with Lucy’s thighs straddling his hips and her tongue already teasing his lower lip. Her eyes were half-lidded, glowing faintly in the dark, and she moved over him like she was being guided - slow, smooth, deliberate. Around them, the chamber of black water still shimmered faintly, lit by the glowing roots above, their tendrils snaking across the ceiling in soft golden arcs. The others were stirring, naked bodies shifting under the goddess’s warm breath.

Lucy lowered herself onto him in one seamless motion, and Jude groaned, his hands sliding up her waist, his body aching but eager. She rode him slowly, her breath catching every time she sank down, and the rhythm of it echoed faintly off the slick stone walls like a heartbeat. Emma curled beside them, her fingers lazily tracing the curve of Lucy’s thigh, her lips parted in silent admiration.