Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1321

Chapter 1321: Chapter 1321

The golden light poured from the opened blossom like a silent waterfall, bathing every body in radiance. Jude blinked against it, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, his arms wrapped around Rose as her hips trembled and she collapsed into his chest, still pulsing around his cock, still wet and perfect and clenched with the final tremors of orgasm. Her breath tickled his throat.

The other wives were still, entranced, glowing faintly from within. Lucy leaned against Stella, her lips parted, eyes glassy with afterglow. Emma’s hands were folded in her lap, her naked body painted with streaks of moss and seed, as though the island itself had claimed her. Grace and Zoey sat together, legs intertwined, eyes fixed on the blossom above. Natalie lay on her back with her hands over her heart, breathing slowly, dreamily, her thighs slick and open. Scarlet and Sophie were side by side, and Sophie’s fingers were still buried between Scarlet’s legs, moving lazily like the rhythm hadn’t stopped.

Susan whispered, "Did we just... open it?"

"No," Rose said, still cradled against Jude, her voice like the hush of leaves in a warm wind. "He did. We just helped him find the key."

Jude raised his eyes to the flower. The petals unfurled in perfect symmetry, black at the base and glowing gold at the tips, shimmering like starlight and flame. From its center, tendrils of light drifted downward, brushing skin, tracing lines across their bodies. Wherever they touched, warmth bloomed - tingling, melting, impossible to ignore.

One brushed between his legs.

Jude moaned softly as his cock stirred again, impossibly hard despite all he’d given. It stood, pulsing, wet, ready, like it was possessed by something beyond his flesh. Rose didn’t move from his lap. She rocked her hips, her eyes fluttering shut.

"The island’s not done with you," she whispered.

He looked around.

Every wife turned to him.

The hunger was there again - laced with something deeper now. Worship. Bond. Ecstasy and awe. The sex was no longer just physical - it was communion. A ritual of belonging.

Zoey was the first to move. She crawled forward, her lips trailing across Rose’s thigh as she whispered, "Can I join?"

Rose lifted her hips, not leaving him, just enough. Zoey slid beneath them like she belonged there, her tongue tracing Jude’s balls, licking up where Rose’s wetness had dripped down, moaning softly.

Then Lucy joined, her hand sliding across Jude’s stomach, mouth claiming his chest. She kissed every inch, moving lower until her lips joined Zoey’s, and their tongues met in a shared taste of him and Rose.

Emma leaned down to suck on his fingers, moaning around them as Grace straddled his face. Without hesitation, he took Grace’s scent and heat into his mouth, licking and sucking, his hands gripping her thighs as she ground herself on his tongue. She moaned his name like it was holy.

The vines moved again.

A tendril curled around Jude’s leg, another around his wrist. They didn’t restrain - they supported, lifted, exposed him. They pressed every inch of him into his wives, wrapping his body in desire.

Natalie lay on her side, stroking herself as she watched him devour Grace and be devoured in return. Susan kissed Natalie’s neck, slipping her fingers between her thighs.

The heat in the grove was overwhelming.

The scent of sex, of flowers and slick skin and breathless moans, thickened the air.

Sophie stood and stepped toward them. Her body was painted in dew and streaks of gold, and she held something in her hands - fruit from the heart of the tree, black and glowing from within.

"Eat," she said.

Rose took the fruit and lifted it to Jude’s mouth. He bit, juice spilling down his chin, tasting of lust and fire and honeyed shadow.

He roared as it hit him.

Every inch of him lit up.

His cock pulsed inside Rose, inside the slick kiss of Zoey’s tongue, between Lucy’s stroking hands. He bucked once, twice, and Rose came with a scream - tightening, clenching, pouring over him. Zoey licked everything she could reach, her moans desperate, hungry.

He didn’t come yet.

Couldn’t.

The fruit held him on edge, suspended in some divine ecstasy.

Stella moved forward next, straddling his thigh, grinding herself to climax as she kissed his neck. Her breath came fast. Her fingers dug into her own breasts. And when she came, she cried his name like prayer.

Emma slipped between his legs and took him into her mouth, deep and slow, as Rose slid off, panting, shuddering. Her pussy kissed his tip as she left him, her thighs dripping, her hands trembling as she crawled away and collapsed beside Scarlet, who immediately began kissing her, pulling her into the crook of her body.

Emma bobbed slowly, deeply, her eyes fluttering shut.

Sophie joined her.

Two mouths, one cock.

They took him together, sucking and licking, worshiping his length until his hips shook.

Lucy whispered, "Give it to them."

He did.

He came with a sound that tore from his soul, white-hot and endless, filling both their mouths, splashing their lips, their chins, their breasts. They didn’t stop. They licked him clean, shared it between their tongues, swallowed him.

And still, he throbbed.

Rose sat up slowly, her eyes wide. "He’s not empty."

"He can’t be," Scarlet whispered. "The island has made him eternal."

He reached for Natalie.

She crawled into his arms, wrapping her legs around him, guiding him back inside her. She was already wet, already ready. She sank down with a broken moan, and they moved together slowly, sweetly.

The others touched them both. Hands on their backs, their arms, their hips. Kisses on his chest, on Natalie’s breasts, on their joined bodies.

Love without fear.

Pleasure without end.

They took turns.

They shared.

They belonged.

And the island pulsed with every thrust, every climax, every wordless cry that shattered the air like a hymn.

Jude didn’t know where one of them ended and another began. He didn’t need to. They were all his. And he was theirs.

The island had crowned him.

And this - this bloom of endless passion - was only the beginning.