Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1307

Chapter 1307: Chapter 1307

Jude stepped forward, moving with instinct, unthinking. The new woman looked at him, then at all of them, her lips parting in a slow, sensual smile. She walked toward him, stopped inches away, and raised a hand to touch his cheek.

"You made me," she said.

Her voice was wind and thunder.

He swallowed. "What are you?"

"Desire," she said. "Memory. Rebirth. The first daughter of your love."

At that, the others rose.

Sophie. Rose. Lucy. Emma. Layla. Zoey. Grace. Stella. Scarlet. Natalie. Elira.

All standing now, bodies still nude, still damp, still shining with sex and divinity. The circle closed again, and the woman stepped into the middle, kneeling before Jude.

"I want to know what you are," she whispered.

And Jude knew what she meant.

She wanted to feel him.

To be claimed.

To remember what her body had been created from.

He glanced at the others.

Elira gave a slow nod. "She’s made of us. And of you. Give her what she asks for."

He stepped forward.

Knelt before her.

And kissed her.

The moment their lips touched, the clearing lit with silver fire.

It wasn’t just a kiss. It was flood. Her mouth tasted like the rainstorm after sex, the sweetness of sweat and longing, the wildness of first-time moans. She pulled him down with her, onto the pedestal, their bodies melting together with ease. Her cunt was hot and already soaked, already aching, as if she had waited forever to be filled.

Jude slid inside her with a groan.

The women around them moaned too.

Not with jealousy.

But with shared pleasure.

They felt it. Every thrust, every stroke, every gasp - felt it like it was happening inside their own bodies. Lucy dropped to her knees and began fingering herself, biting her lip, staring at the way Jude fucked the woman the island had made. Emma knelt beside her, licking her shoulder, teasing her nipples with two fingers.

Rose moved behind Jude, kissing his spine, stroking his hips.

"Show her what we made you," she purred.

Jude thrust harder, deeper, his hands gripping the new woman’s thighs, her moans echoing into the canopy above. She arched beneath him, her silver eyes rolling back, her nails clawing the moss.

"She’s learning," Elira whispered.

" We’re learning," Sophie replied, her hand buried between Stella’s thighs now.

The new woman cried out, her climax sudden and bright. Jude came inside her with a groan, and the pedestal surged with light.

When it faded, she lay back, panting, her skin glowing silver and gold.

"I understand now," she whispered. "I belong to this."

Elira smiled and offered her a hand.

"Then you’re one of us."

They brought her back to the treehouse that evening.

They named her Serai.

She slept nestled between Natalie and Scarlet, and she kissed each of them before closing her eyes.

That night, the wives made love to each other in slow turns. No rush. No fire. Just warmth and closeness and endless dripping desire. Jude lay between Elira and Serai, fingers tracing both of their thighs, his cock semi-hard, never really resting anymore.

He didn’t need to be asked.

He belonged.

And when he closed his eyes, the island spoke to him - not in words, but in the sound of Elira’s heartbeat beside his own.

They weren’t just lovers anymore.

They were eternity.

Jude woke to lips on his shoulder, soft and slow, each kiss a new beginning. The early morning air was thick with moisture, warm from bodies pressed together through the night. Elira lay draped across him, her hair tickling his skin, her breath hot against his neck. On his other side, Serai stretched like a cat, her silver-glowing eyes fluttering open, her hand trailing across his chest and down his abdomen with lazy purpose.

Outside, the jungle was already awake - birds chirping low and rhythmic, the trees humming faintly with that same pulse they had felt since the altar. But within the treehouse, all was silent save for the rustle of skin against skin, breath against breath.

Elira’s fingers slid down his thigh, brushing along the crease of his hip, while Serai’s hand moved in sync, cupping his balls gently, teasing with feather-light touch. Jude let out a soft groan, the sensation like silk and lightning. He was already hard, his cock aching and alive between them, and they both smiled when they felt it throb.

"Good morning," Serai whispered, her voice like wind sliding through leaves.

Elira kissed his throat and whispered, "We want you again."

They didn’t ask.

They invited.

Elira climbed on top of him, straddling his hips with her thighs wide, her folds already slick and warm. She reached down, guided him inside her, and moaned as she sank onto him inch by inch. Jude grabbed her hips, groaning as her tightness wrapped around him, her body moving in slow, deep waves.

Serai kissed his mouth then - sweet at first, then hungry - and slid her tongue against his as she whispered, "Touch me while you fuck her. Fill us both."

Jude obeyed, his hand sliding between Serai’s legs, fingers slipping easily into her soaked heat. She gasped, grinding against his hand, her head falling back, hair cascading like silver waterfalls.

Elira began to ride him harder, her moans growing louder as she leaned forward, her breasts brushing his chest, her lips finding his ear.

"I dreamed of you inside me like this," she breathed. "Of your cock buried deep while she watched, while she came on your fingers - "

Serai’s hand found Elira’s hair and pulled her in for a kiss, their mouths meeting above Jude’s chest while his hand worked faster, stroking Serai’s soaked clit with steady, tight circles. Both women moaned into each other’s mouths, their bodies moving in a perfect, sensual rhythm.

Jude’s hips bucked up into Elira, faster now, harder, his other hand gripping her ass. She was tightening around him, her breath breaking in gasps.

"Don’t stop," she moaned. "Don’t ever stop - "

Serai came first.