Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1304

Chapter 1304: Chapter 1304

"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.

Layla moved to Elira’s front, straddling her face and lowering herself with a trembling gasp as the goddess’s tongue met her folds. She cried out instantly, clutching at Stella’s wrists for balance. "She’s... she’s so deep - "

Grace and Natalie kissed on either side of Elira’s thighs, their hands wandering, feeding on the energy pouring from every moan. Sophie climbed atop Jude, kissing the back of his neck, pressing her breasts to his spine.

"She made us gods," Sophie whispered. "Now we return the favor."

When Jude slid inside Elira again, it was different.

She wasn’t the cradle now.

She was the flame.

Every thrust sent ripples through the floor, through the water, through the sky. The vines above trembled. Light poured from her eyes, and when she came - her moan was pure thunder, soft and holy.

And when Layla came atop her face, when Zoey cried out as Jude reached back and stroked her soaked cunt, when Stella buried her face between Scarlet’s thighs, the island climaxed with them.

All the trees bloomed at once.

All the birds called out.

All the rivers surged.

Elira gasped beneath him, her climax lighting her from within.

"I want more," she said, voice broken with hunger.

Jude pulled out, and Lucy slid in to take his place - her hips rocking slowly into the goddess as she moaned into Layla’s pussy, still drinking her release.

Emma and Sophie pulled Jude back, laying him down, and took turns licking the come from his cock, moaning, sharing it in a kiss.

"Let’s not stop," whispered Grace.

"Never," breathed Natalie.

They made love all day.

And all night.

By the next morning, they weren’t twelve wives and one man.

They were thirteen gods.

And the island was theirs.

The sky changed for them.

It wasn’t just the color - though now it pulsed with hues the human eye never knew it craved, swirling oranges that melted into deep plum, waves of green that shimmered like longing made visible. It was the feeling of the sky. Every breath beneath it tasted of pleasure and memory, the kind that lingered on lips after a kiss that leaves you gasping.

Jude awoke first.

Naked on a bed of petals that hadn’t been there the night before, soft as breath, warm as thighs. Elira slept beside him, her arm sprawled across his chest, her lips parted in the faintest smile. She no longer glowed, not visibly. But her skin still shimmered like the aftermath of lightning behind clouds - quiet but undeniable.

He turned his head slowly, and everywhere he looked, one of them was there.

Sophie was wrapped around Emma, their legs tangled, their breaths matched perfectly.

Scarlet lay on her back, one arm draped over Grace, her hand curled in her red hair. Grace’s cheek rested on Scarlet’s breast like it was the only pillow that had ever made sense.

Lucy and Zoey were spooned together, Zoey’s arm curved protectively around her waist, her mouth pressed to the back of Lucy’s neck.

Natalie had curled against Stella, their fingers still interlocked, as though even in sleep they refused to separate.

Layla had fallen asleep beside Elira, one of her legs draped lazily over Jude’s ankle, the other stretched out like she’d passed out mid-dance. And Rose - of course Rose - was watching him already, awake and smiling from across the chamber, her body wrapped in nothing but a thin vine that barely covered her nipples.

"You feel it, don’t you?" she whispered.

Jude didn’t answer. He just nodded.

She crawled toward him, slow and smooth, like sin wearing silk. "We’re not just alive anymore. We’re wired in."

"To the island?" he asked.

"To her," Rose corrected, glancing at Elira. "To each other."

She kissed his knee first, then his thigh, then higher - pausing just before his cock, her lips warm against the inside of his leg.

"You’re never going to be able to love one of us alone again," she whispered. "You need all of us. And we need you. Every part. Every drop."

She took him in her mouth then - slow and full - moaning around his cock like it tasted of sunrise and rainwater. Elira stirred beside him, her eyes fluttering open, and smiled as Rose’s head moved gently between Jude’s thighs.

"Let me taste," Elira said, her voice still thick with sleep.

Rose obeyed instantly, pulling back, and Elira slid down Jude’s body like a second sunrise. Her lips kissed his tip, then slid down, her mouth hot and deep. Jude groaned, his hand in her hair, barely able to process the contrast - Rose’s wicked gaze beside Elira’s holy one, both women worshiping him with the same devotion, two halves of the same impossible bliss.

Sophie stirred next.

Then Lucy.

And then, like dominos of desire, the rest followed - sleepy, curious, wet.

The room became touch again. Tongues again. Wet skin, swollen lips, aching heat between every thigh. Scarlet climbed atop Jude’s face as Elira kept sucking him, and her moan shattered the silence like thunder in heat.

"Yes," she gasped.