Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1316

Chapter 1316: Chapter 1316

By the time dawn bled pale gold into the sky, the entire grove was trembling with life. It wasn’t just the roots beneath them or the branches swaying with more awareness than wind could cause - it was the rhythm. Everything moved to it now. Jude lay beneath the canopy of tangled limbs, lips, and breath, his body claimed and re-claimed, not in conquest but in communion. He had been filled, emptied, worshipped, and reborn, and still the desire burned like sacred fire in his core.

Emma sat astride his waist, not moving, just resting her hands on his chest as she looked down at him. Her hair was damp with dew, her thighs streaked with the traces of all their shared pleasures. Her eyes were calm, but hungry.

"You’re not tired," she whispered, not as a question.

"No," he admitted.

She smiled. "Good."

Her hips began to move. Slowly. Deliciously. She was soaked, ready, and he slipped into her like home. She gasped, but didn’t speak. Her hands flattened on his chest as she rolled her hips in slow circles, grinding down, riding him with the grace of a storm just before it broke.

Around them, the others stirred.

Sophie stretched, arching her spine like a cat, then turned and kissed Lucy deeply, her hand already sliding between Lucy’s thighs. Stella and Grace had fallen asleep tangled together but were waking now, their kisses sleepy and soft, hands moving without hesitation. Zoey and Natalie were nestled together, whispering, their fingers still exploring lazy paths across bare skin.

But it was Emma who held Jude’s world in that moment. She rode him with control and intention, every thrust slow, every shift of her weight pushing him deeper into her wet heat. Her nipples dragged across his chest, her breath catching on every grind.

"Feel that?" she whispered, leaning down to kiss his throat.

"Yes," he groaned. "Fuck, Emma... you feel perfect."

She bit his lip gently. "You all said I was quiet. Careful. Sweet."

He nodded, hands gripping her hips tighter. "You were."

She grinned, her expression feral and glowing. "I’m not anymore."

Her pace quickened.

She fucked him now.

Harder.

Deeper.

Her moans grew louder, throatier, head thrown back as she bounced on him, her ass slapping his thighs with every downward thrust. Jude bucked up into her, desperate, groaning her name as she rode him toward another climax.

Lucy watched with parted lips, her fingers buried in herself, her thighs trembling. Sophie sucked on her neck as she stroked her, both of them watching Emma ride Jude with wild, unfiltered abandon.

"I want him next," Lucy whispered.

"No," Sophie purred. "We’ll take him together."

Emma came with a scream, her hands fisting in his hair as her cunt clenched around him, milking him, drawing every ounce of release he had left. Jude exploded inside her, his eyes rolling back, body arching off the moss as he came harder than he thought he could.

They collapsed together, panting, slick and joined.

But it wasn’t over.

Lucy and Sophie approached like shadows of hunger, crawling over moss and tangled limbs until they straddled Jude’s thighs, kissing each other over him, moaning into one another’s mouths. Lucy gripped his cock, still hard, still wet with Emma, and stroked it with reverence.

Sophie lowered her mouth to it, licking him clean, moaning at the taste of Emma and Jude together.

Then Lucy climbed onto him.

She sank down with a trembling gasp, her eyes fluttering closed. "God... yes... I’ve waited too long."

He filled her to the hilt, and she began to ride him with a slow, sensual rhythm, her hands tangled in Sophie’s hair as Sophie kissed her breasts, her neck, her lips, her stomach. They moved together, worshipping Jude, worshipping each other.

Jude had no idea how his body still responded - how his cock stayed hard, how the hunger still surged - but it did. Every roll of Lucy’s hips made him groan. Every moan she gave, every kiss Sophie pressed to her throat or his lips, was fuel.

They brought him to the edge again.

And over.

Lucy clenched around him, screaming his name as she came, her whole body shaking. Sophie kissed her deeply, riding the wave with her.

Then she turned to Jude.

"Now me."

She climbed onto him with a purr, straddling him backwards, her hands on his thighs as she rocked slowly, teasing him with the shape of her ass grinding against his hips. He groaned, his hands gripping her waist as she slid down, enveloping him in her heat.

She rode him slow at first, watching the others through half-lidded eyes, her fingers playing with herself while Jude pulsed inside her.

Then she moved faster.

Harder.

Until she was fucking him with abandon, her cries mixing with his, her hands clawing at the moss. She came with a growl, her body slamming down one last time, wringing his final orgasm from him like a gift.

He couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t speak.

His heart thundered in his chest, his vision blurred.

The women curled around him again - soft bodies, warm lips, tender hands. Whispered words of love and want and forever.

And above them, the tree bloomed.

Glowing petals unfurled overhead, raining faint sparks of gold like fireflies.

The island had accepted them.

No - had become them.

And in that moment, wrapped in limbs and heat and breathless worship, Jude understood.

They weren’t becoming part of the island.

The island was becoming part of them.

The golden sparks drifted down like blessings, landing on bare skin, glowing briefly before dissolving into warmth. Jude could feel them where they touched him - tiny pulses of energy seeping into his skin, threading through his blood like whispers. Around him, the others stirred lazily, bodies slick with sweat and sex, glowing in the soft new light as if remade from the roots upward.

Lucy lay draped across his chest, her fingers tracing the scars she had memorized long ago. Her eyes were half-lidded, sated but not done. "It’s not stopping," she murmured, her voice rich with awe. "Whatever this is... it’s still building."