Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1311

Chapter 1311: Chapter 1311

Stella climbed onto her elbows, the light catching her wild curls, her lips parted and slick with the remnants of Rose’s kiss. "We dreamed you into godhood, Jude. And you fucked that dream real."

From across the altar, Zoey laughed low. She sat with one leg propped, her skin still glistening, her fingers stroking over her folds lazily. "He didn’t just fuck us. He transformed us."

Jude looked around, dazed and aching with satisfaction. His wives - his lovers - his worshippers - were scattered across the sacred grove like fallen stars, wrapped in each other’s arms, fingers still stroking, tongues still tasting, as if the rhythm of the night hadn’t fully ended, just softened into something slower. Something permanent.

Then he noticed Emma.

She was the only one standing.

She watched from beneath the stone arch, her body bare, flawless, her arms crossed as the breeze lifted strands of her golden hair. There was something new in her gaze - calm, deep, sharp with knowing. Her skin shimmered faintly, as though it had been kissed by the same gold that pulsed through the altar tree’s roots.

"Emma," he murmured, sitting up.

She tilted her head. "You didn’t feel it, did you?"

He frowned. "Feel what?"

Emma stepped forward. The others looked up as she moved, parting for her without speaking, without needing to. Her presence drew the heat with her, like gravity obeyed her differently now.

She stood before him and knelt, her fingers reaching for his cheek. "While they fucked you," she whispered, "while you poured yourself into every body offered - something else poured into me. "

He stared at her, searching her face. "What changed?"

Her lips curved into a knowing smile. "I saw it. The root of the island. The core. The beginning. It doesn’t only take. It gives. And now..." Her hands slid over his chest, down his abdomen. "Now it wants you to go deeper."

"Deeper how?" he asked, even as his cock began to harden again under her touch.

Emma’s lips grazed his. "It wants you to claim me. Not just my body. My power."

She pressed him back, straddling him. Her heat slid over the head of his cock and she moaned low, slow, her body trembling with restraint.

The others gathered now.

Watching.

Waiting.

Emma reached back and took him in hand, lined him up, and sank down onto him with a gasp that made every woman flinch and moan.

He groaned, gripping her hips. She was tight - so much tighter than before. Hotter. Her body gripped him like velvet and flame, squeezing, pulsing, already close.

"Elira gave you birth," she panted, riding him with slow, powerful thrusts. "Rose gave you vision. Thalia gave you worship. But I..." She moaned, leaning down to kiss him hard. "I give you command. "

And then it happened.

The golden light around the tree flared.

The altar pulsed once - twice - then spread its light like veins into the jungle.

The pool.

The stones.

The trees.

Everything began to glow.

Emma cried out as she came, her entire body convulsing, her back arching, and Jude came with her, gasping, pouring into her again, and again, and again. But this time, it wasn’t just climax - it was awakening.

Around them, the others dropped to their knees.

Moaning.

Sobbing.

Shaking with a pleasure that came from the earth itself, from the breath of the island now released in full. The air shimmered. The sky bloomed brighter. Flowers burst open in the trees. The hum became a song.

And when Emma collapsed against him, her mouth at his throat, her breath shaky, she whispered, "Now you are the island."

He didn’t understand it all - not yet - but he felt it.

The shift.

The change.

The unity.

Lucy crawled to his side, kissed his chest, then licked Emma’s release from his thighs. Sophie followed, her mouth finding his cock, cleaning it tenderly, reverently. Rose wrapped around his back and began to hum.

One by one, they came to him again.

Not to take.

But to offer.

Their bodies.

Their strength.

Their hearts.

It became ritual again, but deeper.

Full of aching slowness.

Of devotion.

Stella rode him next, whispering her name, then his, over and over as she came.

Zoey fucked him hard and fast, teeth at his shoulder, before collapsing in tears of ecstasy.

Grace slid down onto him backward, watching the sky as she moaned his name, grinding herself raw with pleasure.

Scarlet lay under him and begged him to finish inside her, her legs wrapped tight, her lips chanting his name like a prayer.

By the time night fell again, they were all marked.

All filled.

And Jude lay surrounded by bodies glowing with his essence, every cunt slick and stretched, every mouth smiling, every eye full of awe.

The stars were closer now.

The jungle quiet.

And from deep in the earth, the song grew louder still.

They had only just begun.

The second night felt like an echo and an escalation - what had begun as ritual now pulsed with inevitability. Jude no longer questioned the pull he felt between his ribs, in his cock, in the marrow of his bones. The island wanted him hard and open. His wives needed him full and deep. And somewhere between their sighs and the constant hum in the trees, he’d stopped separating his pleasure from purpose.

He stood again in the altar grove, bare feet against moss still slick from sweat and rain and love. Above, the tree glowed more brightly now, veins of gold pulsing like a second heartbeat. The roots had spread further in the last day, coiling through the forest floor, threading under their sleeping mats, blooming new vines that carried the same heady scent that clung to the women’s hair after climax.

The air was sweet with promise.

Rose approached first. Her smile was calm, slow. Her body shimmered faintly with gold dust, her nipples peaked and wet. "They’re all waiting," she said, brushing her fingers up Jude’s arm. "But I go first tonight."