Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1305

Chapter 1305: Chapter 1305

The room became touchy 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. "Yes, Jude, yes - "

He moaned into her cunt, tongue deep, lapping at her like she was the fruit of the goddess herself. Her thighs tightened around his face as she bucked, then came hard with a cry that shook the petals beneath them.

Rose climbed atop Elira then, kissing her as she sucked Jude. Their lips tangled as if worshiping each other between moans, tasting him, tasting divinity.

Sophie pushed Lucy onto her back and ate her slowly, whispering things between licks. "You’re mine... always mine..." until Lucy clawed the moss beneath them and came with a cry that sent a ripple through the walls of the chamber.

Zoey didn’t ask.

She just slid her fingers into Emma, whispering her name, watching her with fire.

"Come for me, Em. Come while we’re still gods."

And she did. Loudly. Beautifully.

The air was thick now - hot, slick, musky with sex and magic. No guilt. No shame. No fear. Just hunger and love and that pulse of want that made them tremble together, climb each other, taste each other, give everything.

Jude flipped Elira onto her back, lined himself with her soaking folds, and slid in with one deep thrust.

She gasped.

Not because it hurt.

But because it completed.

He fucked her slowly, powerfully, claiming her again, worshiping her not as a goddess now - but as his. His partner. His lover. His wife, if such a human word could still mean something to what they’d become.

Lucy straddled Elira’s face while she moaned, riding her lips with desperate cries.

Grace and Stella kissed nearby, watching as Jude drove into Elira with firm, wet sounds echoing off the walls.

And all around them, the others touched, licked, kissed, came.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Until finally, when the last cry had been screamed, when Elira had arched beneath Jude and taken every drop of him with her thighs trembling and her cunt clenching, when the air was thick with moans and heat and release...

They collapsed.

Together.

A mass of sweat and skin, of limbs and tangled hair.

The pool pulsed golden again, cradling them.

Jude looked at Elira, her cheeks flushed, her body glistening with sex and love. "What now?" he asked.

She smiled and turned toward the temple’s arch, where the vines were parting to reveal a path.

"Now," she whispered, "we spread the garden."

And from the jungle beyond, a new song began to play.

They followed the path barefoot and naked, still slick with sweat and sex, the jungle around them bending to let them pass. The vines curled back, flowers opened as they walked, petals trembling with every brush of skin. Elira led them, her long golden hair tumbling down her back, her body glowing with that quiet, impossible shimmer. The wives trailed behind her - some hand-in-hand, some with fingers grazing hips and lower backs, stealing kisses as they walked.

Jude moved in the middle of them, not as a leader, not as a god - but as one of them. As theirs. Each step he took echoed with the weight of the night before, with the taste of Elira’s climax still on his lips, with the grip of Rose’s thighs around his face, with the shudders of Lucy’s moans as she broke apart beneath Sophie’s tongue. It was still in him. All of it. Like a fire that no sleep could put out.

The jungle gave way to a clearing.

Not one they had ever seen before.

It was shaped like a circle, rimmed with ancient trees whose bark glowed faintly gold. At the center stood a low, wide pedestal - stone and vine fused together. Around it, the ground pulsed with moss that shifted in color from pink to green to gold with every breath they took.

Elira stopped, turned, and held out her arms.

"This is where it begins again."

Zoey stepped closer, still naked, her body marked with the deep flush of satisfaction, her legs trembling slightly from the countless orgasms she had surrendered to and demanded through the night. "What is this place?"

"A cradle," Elira said, walking to the pedestal. "For the new world."

Sophie frowned. "What does that mean?"

Elira lay back on the stone, her arms above her head, legs open, inviting, glowing. "It means creation doesn’t stop at me. We made something divine. Now we plant it. With our bodies. With our mouths. With our love."

Stella moaned softly. "So this is... the altar of pleasure?"

"No," said Rose, kneeling beside it. "It’s the altar of becoming. "

Jude moved first.

He approached the pedestal, his cock already rising again just from the sight of Elira sprawled open, wet and ready, her folds glistening in the golden light. He climbed up, crawling over her body, and kissed her deeply. She tasted like wild fruit and rain again. She always would.

She whispered, "Take me. Again. Here. In front of them."

He slid into her slowly, her warmth wrapping around him like home.

The moment they connected, the pedestal began to glow.

Not just beneath them - but beneath every woman in the circle. The moss lit up under their feet, under their knees as they dropped to watch, under their backs as they lowered themselves in reverence.

Lucy was the first to join in. She slid beside Elira and began kissing her breasts, her tongue circling one nipple slowly, then faster, moaning softly.

Sophie climbed atop Stella and ground her pussy against hers, moaning into her mouth.

Grace and Emma crawled to Jude’s side, running their hands over his hips as he thrust into Elira with steady, reverent rhythm. Their fingers danced over his balls, over Elira’s clit, making her cry out louder, her hands gripping Jude’s back.

Scarlet lay back in the moss, spreading her legs as Natalie dropped between them, her tongue plunging deep, her fingers already coated in slick heat.