Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1309

Chapter 1309: Chapter 1309

Jude stepped behind her and slid his hand over her stomach, down between her thighs, just brushing her folds. She gasped and leaned back against him, spreading her legs slightly. "They’ll wake if we call them," he whispered.

"Then call them," Rose purred, walking behind him. She kissed his shoulder, her tongue flicking over his skin. "Let them see what kind of world they’re being born into."

Without hesitation, Lucy stepped into the pool.

The water welcomed her instantly - wrapping around her ankles, her calves, her thighs like warm silk. She walked until it covered her to the waist, then turned around slowly. "It wants more."

Zoey grinned. "Then it gets more."

The wives followed, one by one, stepping into the water until their bodies shimmered beneath the surface, breasts bobbing gently, hair floating like seaweed. They began to hum again - first softly, then louder, in perfect harmony. The song was low and wet and intimate, made from breath and throat and longing.

Jude stepped into the pool last.

The water kissed up his legs, over his thighs, his cock stiffening at the touch. He was instantly surrounded - hands, mouths, bodies pressing close. Elira kissed his neck. Emma pulled his hand to her breast. Grace wrapped a leg around his. Lucy slid under the water and took him in her mouth, her eyes wide open, watching him as she sucked him down her throat, her hands gripping his hips.

The song rose higher.

And the water began to glow.

Shapes moved beneath them - forms drifting upward, feminine and slow, as if drawn by desire itself.

Jude moaned as Lucy’s mouth worked his length, her tongue worshipful, her throat relaxed and eager. Scarlet floated behind him, pressing her body to his back, rubbing her slick folds along him as she whispered filth into his ear.

"They’re waking," Serai moaned, her fingers working between her legs now, head thrown back in ecstasy. "They want to taste what we’ve tasted."

The first figure broke the surface.

She gasped, her skin a deep, rich gold, her eyes black and endless. She floated in the center of the pool, naked, her breasts full, her nipples hard, her lips parted in wonder.

Elira swam to her, kissed her slowly, and whispered, "Welcome, my sister."

More followed.

One, then two more, then six - each of them different, yet familiar, as if carved from the same song. Their skin shimmered in every shade - onyx, bronze, ivory, silver. Their eyes held no fear. Only hunger.

Jude felt their gaze land on him.

He was still buried in Lucy’s mouth, his cock twitching with pleasure, and as the new women approached, they watched every stroke of her lips, every suck and shiver of his hips. One of them reached out and touched his arm, her fingers curious and reverent.

"Is this... him?" she asked, her voice like bells underwater.

"He’s the center," Rose answered. "The seed."

The woman looked down, eyes wide with awe. "May I?"

Jude moaned as Lucy released him with a soft pop. She licked her lips and nodded. "He’s yours."

The golden-skinned woman knelt in the water and took him into her mouth.

He nearly came on the spot.

Her tongue was hot and skilled, moving with the rhythm of the song, her lips sliding down his length with a hunger that made the others moan in sympathy. Elira held her hair back, whispering praises in her ear, while Natalie and Stella kissed each other beside them, their fingers teasing each other’s nipples.

More new bodies closed in, and soon Jude was surrounded - sucked, stroked, kissed, worshipped. One of them sat on his face, her slickness sweet and sticky on his tongue. Another guided him into her cunt, riding him slowly while Rose whispered directions.

"Fill her. Claim her. She was made for your come."

He obeyed.

They took turns.

They fed on him.

And he gave everything.

By the time the sun began to fall, Jude was spent and glowing, floating in the center of the pool while twelve new women lay around him, moaning softly, touching each other with dreamy reverence. His wives cradled him between them, their lips brushing his cheeks, his neck, his chest.

"You did it," Elira whispered. "You brought them to life."

Sophie kissed his forehead. "You’re not just a man anymore."

"You’re a god," Emma murmured. "And we’re your temple."

That night, the pool glowed like moonlight.

They slept in the water, tangled with their new sisters, their bodies open and ready for more. And above them, in the trees, the stars burned brighter, watching every kiss, every thrust, every sacred moan that echoed through the island.

The water was warm against his skin, lapping gently at Jude’s thighs as he stood in the center of the pool surrounded by bodies glowing in the low starlight. Above them, the moon hung heavy and golden, as if the sky itself had been seduced into watching. Around him, the air vibrated with the scent of sex - raw and sweet, pulsing from the soaked, slick thighs, from the mouths still red and open with want.

Elira floated near him, her breasts bobbing gently as her arms opened wide beneath the surface. Her head tipped back in pleasure, her dark hair a halo on the water’s surface, nipples hard and kissed by moonlight. Beside her, Rose drifted slowly, her fingers brushing across Elira’s belly, then down between her thighs, coaxing another moan from her lips.

Jude turned his head.

Scarlet was riding one of the new daughters, her thighs wrapped tight around her hips, her voice hoarse with bliss. Grace and Stella kissed nearby, tangled together, their legs entwined, their hands moving lazily between each other’s folds. Lucy and Zoey were whispering to a silver-eyed newcomer, their bodies half-submerged, but their hips pressed tight, thighs rubbing as if they couldn’t help but touch constantly.

Sophie and Emma stood at the edge of the pool, watching. Not excluded - never that - but in control. Their gazes flicked from one couple to the next, their fingers laced together. Sophie’s expression was hard to read, somewhere between reverence and craving, while Emma’s eyes burned with quiet intent.