Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1312

Chapter 1312: Chapter 1312

He nodded. He didn’t need to answer with words. He was hers. He was all of theirs.

She turned without another word and knelt beside the altar stone. Her legs parted, and she leaned back, spreading herself open, the soft petals of her sex glistening in the starlight. The others circled around, watching, touching, teasing themselves and each other. Lucy suckled at Sophie’s breast, her tongue slow and languid. Zoey stroked Grace’s hair as she kissed across her collarbone, down her chest, lower.

Jude stepped between Rose’s thighs.

She arched before he touched her, her back lifting from the moss like her body already knew what he would feel like inside. He ran a finger down her slit, slick and warm, and she sighed, hips rolling gently.

"Come into me," she whispered. "Let the island open through us."

He pressed forward.

Her heat welcomed him like home.

She gasped, legs locking behind his back as he filled her, inch by aching inch. Her pussy was velvet and tight, rippling around him like she’d been aching for this exact stretch for hours. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her lips parting with a cry as he began to thrust.

It was slow. Deep. Every movement deliberate. Each time he pulled back, her body clung to him. Each time he drove in, she trembled, her moans swallowed by the thick air and the sound of the women humming softly in rhythm around them.

He leaned down, kissed her mouth.

And she kissed him back like she was tasting something holy.

When she came, she didn’t scream - she sang. A high, trembling note that turned the altar to light. The tree above them burst with golden leaves, flowers unfolding in fast motion, a release from the island itself. Jude cried out as he came inside her, pulse after pulse, and Rose clung to him, shaking, murmuring his name against his ear.

When he pulled out, his cock glistened with their shared release. Scarlet crawled to him without hesitation, mouth open, and began to lick him clean.

Then she climbed onto his lap.

She was already soaked, her inner thighs sticky. She sank down with a deep moan, her cunt greedy and familiar. She didn’t ride him - she rolled on him, hips grinding, body slick against his as her hands clawed down his back. "Make me come, again and again," she whispered. "Until I forget my name."

He did.

His hands on her hips, his mouth on her throat, thrusting up into her until she sobbed against his shoulder, her pussy pulsing around him in wet, clenching rhythm. When she came, she broke into gasps, collapsing against him with a cry that made Natalie whimper where she lay between Stella’s thighs.

Natalie came next, her lips swollen, her body still trembling from Stella’s tongue. She mounted Jude without words, grabbing his face, kissing him hard as she took him inside her. Her rhythm was sharp, fast, relentless - she rode him like she had something to prove, like each thrust carved her name into his skin.

Jude grunted as she clenched around him, her climax rippling through her, her body still rolling long after her cry faded. He didn’t come that time. She didn’t want him to. She climbed off, breathless, and whispered, "Save it. For Lucy."

Lucy knelt already beside them, her eyes dark and shining. She took him in her mouth first - slow, deep, patient - cleaning him with long licks, her tongue swirling around his tip until he was hard and aching. Then she mounted him, but unlike the others, she faced away, her back to his chest, her ass pressing into his thighs as she sank down.

Her pussy was slick and hot and tight.

He moaned as she took him all the way in.

She rode him with deep, grinding rolls, her fingers playing with her clit while she bounced. She looked over her shoulder, her voice low and heavy. "You’re going to fill me now. And I’ll take it all. I’ll hold it. Like a vessel."

He gripped her hips tighter, thrusting up to meet her every movement, groaning her name.

She climaxed with a cry that cracked into laughter - joyful, delirious. And when he came inside her, she leaned back and kissed him upside down, her mouth hot and tasting of jasmine and want.

Sophie came next.

But she didn’t want him inside her - she wanted him on his back. She straddled his face and rode his mouth, her thighs trembling, her fingers tangled in his hair. She came in long waves, grinding her pussy against his tongue, shuddering as he held her there, licking through every aftershock.

She slid down, kissed his lips, and whispered, "Now fill Emma."

Emma moved like a goddess.

She walked through the circle, the women parting for her, her body gleaming with oil and light. She took Jude’s hand and led him to the root throne beneath the tree - the place where the bark twisted into a high, curved seat made just for him.

She pushed him down gently.

Climbed into his lap.

Her eyes on his. Her body perfect. Her cunt already slick.

"I dreamed of this," she whispered.

"So did I," he breathed.

She lowered herself onto him with a sigh that seemed to shake the trees. Her walls gripped him hard, her pace slow and precise. Every thrust seemed to vibrate outward, through the roots, through the ground, into the air.

The whole grove breathed in sync.

Emma kissed him hard as she rode him.

And when they came, the altar flared again - this time green light. The roots pulsed, and overhead, the leaves shimmered with dew and fire.

The others cried out around them, orgasms bursting from watching alone.

Jude leaned into Emma’s neck, still pulsing inside her. "What was that?"

She smiled, brushing sweat from his temple. "The island accepted you."

The song started again.

And it would not stop until dawn.

Jude’s body ached in the most exquisite way - as if pleasure had carved itself into his muscles, into his spine, into the very rhythm of his breath.