Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1286

Chapter 1286: Chapter 1286

Sophie’s eyes slid to her. "That’s not what it looked like."

"It was sacred," Rose said.

Sophie’s eyes narrowed. "It was orgy in a cave."

"It was both," Zoey admitted with a shrug. "And it was fucking beautiful."

Emma stepped between them, her voice calm but firm. "Sophie, something’s happening to the island. You can’t deny it."

"I’m not," she said. "But I’m not just going to throw myself into it because I got horny watching the rest of you writhe on top of him."

Lucy moved toward her, reaching for her hand. "You’re scared."

"No shit," Sophie hissed. "She’s inside you. All of you. I can feel her in the way you look at each other. In the way you move."

"She’s not a threat," Rose said.

"She is," Sophie whispered. "Because she feels good. And that’s the scariest part."

Silence stretched between them.

Then Jude stepped forward.

He reached for Sophie’s hand.

And she didn’t pull away.

He brought her palm to his chest, placing it over his heart. "I’m still me," he said softly. "Still yours. No matter what else I carry."

Sophie trembled. "And if she makes you more than you?"

"Then I’ll bring you with me," he whispered. "All of you."

She looked at the others - at Grace’s serene smile, Stella’s flushed cheeks, Layla’s confident stance, Zoey’s gleaming eyes. Then she looked at Lucy, who stood wrapped in the glow of after-love, her hair loose, her skin golden.

And Sophie whispered, "Don’t leave me behind."

"You’re already with us," Rose said, stepping beside her. "You just haven’t sung yet."

That night, the air was heavier than usual. The stars were closer. The fire burned hotter. And the girls moved around Jude like a constellation, each drawn to him in new ways, each brushing against him like silk threads being pulled tight.

He lay in the center of their circle, and one by one, they came to him.

Emma kissed his neck first, slow and deep.

Lucy straddled him and slid down with a gasp, her body already slick, already welcoming.

Stella stroked his hair while Grace kissed his feet.

Natalie and Susan kissed each other above him, breasts pressing together as their moans spilled down like honey.

And Sophie watched from the shadows.

Her breath fast.

Her thighs pressed tight.

She watched Lucy ride him slow.

She watched Emma suck his fingers.

She watched Zoey moan into Natalie’s mouth.

And then she stepped forward.

Naked.

Beautiful.

And afraid.

She climbed onto him when Lucy slid off.

She didn’t speak.

She just moved.

Slow.

Deep.

Eyes locked.

And when she came, it wasn’t a cry.

It was a song.

The first note.

The goddess heard.

And the island bloomed.

The note lingered.

Sophie’s voice hung in the thick night air like a spell no one dared break. The women froze where they were, their mouths still parted, skin flushed, breath catching mid-moan. Even the trees seemed to pause - the rustle of leaves gone still, the shimmer of sap holding in place, as if the entire island leaned closer to listen.

Jude lay beneath her, his hands steady on her hips, his lips parted in reverent awe. Her body trembled as the final thread of that haunting melody slipped from her throat, leaving her chest heaving, her eyes wide with disbelief at the sound she had made.

"You sang," Lucy whispered.

Sophie looked down at her own hands, then at the others gathered around them. "I didn’t mean to."

"You didn’t have to," Rose said softly. "She’s inside you now."

Sophie shivered, and not from cold. "I felt her. All of you... inside me."

"It’s not possession," Emma said, brushing a hand across Sophie’s back. "It’s permission. She’s been waiting for you to let go."

"I didn’t let go," Sophie whispered. "I opened."

Then she leaned forward and kissed Jude - slow, full, nothing left behind. The kiss was a seal, a surrender, a bridge. Her tongue moved with purpose, her body still wrapped around him, her core fluttering as the last wave of her orgasm rolled through her again like a second heartbeat.

Jude held her close, his own release building fast from the way her body gripped him, the way her lips refused to let him pull back. But just before he came, Sophie pulled away and whispered, "Not yet. Not like this."

Then she slipped off him.

And turned.

Lying back on the moss, she spread her legs and reached for Lucy.

"Come with me."

Lucy crawled between her thighs like a woman drawn to fire. She didn’t hesitate, didn’t ask. She lowered her mouth and kissed her softly first, then deeper, slower, until Sophie gasped and arched. The others moved around them, lips pressing to skin, fingers caressing gently. Stella straddled Jude, guiding him into her again, her body slick and greedy, and she moaned his name like it was holy.

Above them, the stars shimmered brighter.

And the air itself pulsed.

Every time one of them came, the island responded.

A flower opened.

A root curled tighter.

A vine released golden nectar onto the moss.

Rose stood, nude, glowing, her skin dewed with sweat and divine shimmer. "She’s ready for the next layer."

"What layer?" Grace asked, kneeling with Zoey, their fingers still tangled between each other’s thighs.

Rose didn’t answer with words. She stepped forward, lifted a hand - and from her palm, the golden sap began to drip. It wasn’t blood. It wasn’t fluid. It was something between the two. It smelled of jasmine and heat and longing.

Jude watched as she traced it across his chest.

A symbol.

It burned and soothed at the same time.

Then she touched Lucy’s shoulder and traced another mark.

Then Sophie’s hip.

Then Stella’s back.

Each woman marked. Branded with light.

One by one, the others stepped forward to be marked too.

And as Rose finished the last symbol across Emma’s stomach, the island shifted.

A tremble.

A heartbeat from below.

The ground didn’t quake - but it moved.

Lifted.

Invited.