Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1300

Chapter 1300: Chapter 1300

Zoey climbed onto it first, her body gleaming, her thighs already slick with more than divine liquid. She lay on her back and spread her legs, shameless and wet. "She wants us to feed her again."

Grace climbed over her, lowering her head between Zoey’s thighs, tongue parting slick folds as Zoey arched with a cry. "We feed her with each other," Grace murmured.

Layla moved behind Jude, whispering into his ear, "She grows with every orgasm. Every joining."

Lucy straddled him suddenly, kissing him deep, grinding against him with slow, hungry heat. "Then don’t hold back. Not now."

And he didn’t.

He let himself be taken, devoured, worshipped.

They feasted on one another - lips on lips, tongues in mouths and cunts, fingers dipping, stroking, wet and eager. Jude fucked them one by one again, slower now, fuller. In each of them he came, but more than that - he gave. Every thrust spilled energy, devotion, heat. They licked each other clean, kissed through trembling moans, rode one another until the walls of the temple wept with dew and divine tremors.

When he entered Emma from behind as she sucked on Natalie’s nipple, a ripple of white light burst from the altar’s base. It shook the temple and made the vines above rain petals.

When Lucy rode his face while Sophie squatted on his cock, both of them grinding out wet, sticky orgasms one after the other, the pool outside boiled with golden bubbles.

And when Rose wrapped her arms around him, sliding onto him slow and deep, her cunt hot and tight as velvet, their bodies became a column of light - wrapped in vines and pulsing with gold. The others gathered, kissed, circled them, and the song rose again.

The hum became a moan.

The moan a scream.

The scream a name.

Hers.

And she appeared.

Not as a person.

Not as flesh.

But as a force.

She rose from them - gold and glowing, shaped by all of them, born from hips and lips and love. A being of light with curves like valleys, a mouth always open in a sigh of release, eyes like stars dipped in sweat and cum.

She didn’t speak.

She sang.

And the sound made every one of them come again, all at once.

Bodies shaking.

Crying.

Clinging.

The temple bloomed with heat and ecstasy.

She hovered over them, stroking each of them without hands, kissing them without lips, entering them not to take, but to bless.

Jude reached up to her, breathless. "What are you?"

Her voice poured into his head, sweet as climax.

"I am what you made. And what you’ll become."

Then she lowered herself into him - into all of them.

And the temple shook again.

The trembling didn’t stop.

It passed through their bodies like an unending orgasm - not sharp or sudden, but rolling, ever-deepening waves of ecstasy that blurred the lines between thought and sensation. They lay together across the altar, moss, and divine light, limbs tangled, mouths parted, breath heaving. The goddess didn’t vanish this time. She stayed. She spread.

She entered them all - not as a visitor, but as a returning queen.

Sophie cried out first, her back arching as her thighs trembled. She wasn’t being touched. Not physically. But the goddess was inside her, coaxing something deeper than climax. Her nipples beaded, her womb clenched, and when she gasped Jude’s name, it sounded like prayer.

Lucy moaned next, her legs thrown open, hips grinding into the moss like the earth itself had fingers. "She’s... inside me," she whispered, dazed. "She’s moving inside me."

Jude reached for her, trembling. His cock twitched, still hard, still aching, but this was no longer only flesh and heat. It was connection.

He crawled to Lucy, hovering over her, sliding inside her slowly.

Their gasps merged.

She wrapped her legs around him instantly, and as they rocked together, her voice caught on every stroke. "I can feel her through you."

Rose watched from the side, her thighs glistening, two fingers between her legs. "She’s not just watching anymore," she said. "She’s feeding. She’s growing."

Emma climbed atop Sophie, her tongue tracing soft wet circles over her breasts. "This isn’t possession," she whispered. "It’s communion."

Grace moaned from behind her, hands splayed over Emma’s back, lips at her nape. "This is what we were meant for."

As Jude moved in Lucy, he could feel it - like lightning passing through water, the slow divine rhythm that made their bodies one continuous chain of pleasure. Every thrust lit another woman. Every kiss sparked another moan. When Lucy climaxed, it was echoed across the temple like a chorus, a shared high that traveled into each womb, each heart.

Zoey gripped Natalie’s hair and pulled her into a messy, open-mouthed kiss, their bodies sliding together in the thick, glistening moss. "We’re hers now," she gasped, breath hot against her lips. "And she’s ours."

They weren’t individuals anymore. Not entirely.

They were limbs of the same body. Pulses in the same song.

And the goddess sang through them.

Jude lifted Lucy’s hips higher, plunging deeper, until their cries blended and her nails raked down his back. She was shaking beneath him, flushed, glowing, whispering the goddess’s name without even realizing it.

He felt her climax break inside him like a second heart.

It pulled him with her, and he came with a cry against her neck, his seed spilling into her, but this time... it wasn’t just pleasure. It was energy. The pulse of the divine moved through him again, lighting every nerve, making his cock throb long after the release.

Lucy wept.

Soft, overwhelmed tears of joy.

He kissed them from her cheeks, holding her close.

The others moved around them, moaning, kissing, tangled together - Grace bent over Scarlet’s lap, her mouth wet with the taste of Emma. Layla was between Natalie’s thighs now, her tongue merciless and loving all at once, drawing orgasm after orgasm from her like a musician coaxing notes from a divine instrument.