Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1322

Chapter 1322: Chapter 1322

By the time the stars began to dim and the horizon turned the faintest hue of lavender and rose, the clearing had transformed into something sacred. The moss was crushed flat in the center where bodies had writhed and clung and poured themselves into one another, but it was richer now, vibrant with a pulsing glow, like it had absorbed every drop of pleasure, every ounce of their devotion. The air was warm with the scent of sweat, sex, and blooming petals.

Jude sat at the center, not just worshipped - exalted. Not just pleasured - but claimed. His body was coated in their touch, kissed raw in places, still hard, still ready. The pulsing between his legs had grown steady, more controlled, like he was in tune with something deeper than his own need. His chest rose and fell as he looked at them, each wife laid out around him like stars around a sun. Some were asleep, draped over one another, soft and breathless. Others stirred slowly, fingertips trailing along thighs and stomachs, not yet done, just resting.

Sophie crawled toward him first, hair tangled, her breasts swaying gently as she moved. She looked wild. Divine. Her lips curled in a slow smile as she settled into his lap.

"Still hard," she whispered, sliding against his length. "How?"

He grinned weakly. "You’re all too beautiful to resist."

Zoey rolled over and propped herself up on one elbow. "It’s not just us," she said. "The island wants this. It’s keeping him full."

"Or maybe," Emma murmured, still lying in Lucy’s arms, "we’ve become his sustenance too. A cycle."

Rose stood in the back, leaning against the black tree, her skin gilded in soft streaks of gold. She looked at Jude, and he felt her eyes through his whole body.

"It’s balance," she said. "He gives. We receive. Then we give. And he... evolves."

Sophie sank onto him with a moan, slow and deep, taking her time. She gasped as her hips settled flush against his, her hands braced on his chest.

"But he’s still ours ," she said.

Rose nodded. "Always."

Jude groaned softly, his hands grasping Sophie’s waist. Her body felt tighter than before, somehow - hotter, wetter, like the island had touched even her flesh. She moved with grace, slow at first, then faster as she adjusted, rising and falling with perfect rhythm.

"Don’t stop," he whispered.

"Never," she gasped, riding him harder, the slap of skin loud and rhythmic. Her head fell back, her breasts bouncing, her hair sticking to her shoulders.

Lucy sat up, dazed, lips parted. "Gods... you’re gorgeous."

Emma moved behind Sophie, kissing her shoulders, wrapping her arms around her as she bounced on Jude’s cock. Their moans tangled, Sophie’s high and desperate, Emma’s soft and low.

"I want to taste him again," Lucy said, crawling forward.

Sophie leaned back slightly, her rhythm never faltering, and Lucy ducked beneath her, her mouth pressing to Jude’s balls and the slick root of his cock. Jude shouted, hips jerking as Sophie clenched tight and moaned, her climax approaching like a storm.

Emma sucked on Sophie’s nipple while she rode, her fingers tangled in Sophie’s curls, moaning along with her.

Grace and Natalie pressed together nearby, watching, touching each other in lazy rhythm. Grace had her fingers buried in Natalie’s slick folds while Natalie rode them slowly, her breath hitching with every stroke.

Jude felt himself building again. Sophie’s body pulsed around him, wet and perfect, and Lucy’s mouth lapped at every part of him not buried inside his wife.

"I’m - " he started.

Sophie came first, her cry breaking into the trees, her back arching, thighs shaking. She clenched around him, and Jude followed, pumping deep inside her, moaning as Lucy kissed the base of his shaft through the pulsing release.

Sophie collapsed into Emma’s arms, panting, glowing with sweat and joy. Jude pulled her close and kissed her temple as her body relaxed against him.

And still, he was hard.

Rose stepped forward at last.

The wives moved aside like petals in bloom, parting for her passage. She knelt before Jude, her eyes locked on his.

"You’ve crossed the threshold," she said. "Now we give you what comes after."

She leaned in and kissed him, slow and deep, her tongue tasting of fire and sweetened fruit. Then she turned and bent over, offering herself, her perfect ass lifted, her folds glistening. She looked back at him with a challenge in her eyes.

"Take me like you did before the island," she said. "Remind me who you were. And who you are now."

Jude rose to his knees and gripped her hips. His cock slid into her with ease - hot, wet, so tight it stole his breath. Rose moaned long and low, pressing back against him.

He fucked her hard.

Fast.

Like he was claiming the past and future in one brutal rhythm.

The others surrounded them, watching, touching themselves, each other. Grace leaned over to kiss Rose. Zoey bit her own lip, her hand moving between her legs. Stella was already cumming again, watching the power in Jude’s thrusts, the way Rose sobbed his name into the moss.

He spanked her once, twice. She gasped.

"More," she begged.

He gave her more.

Faster. Rougher.

Her body jerked with every thrust.

Her moans grew louder.

And when she came, she screamed into the moss, shaking violently.

Jude came with her, deep inside, his roar shaking the vines above them. The black tree glowed gold again, briefly, then dimmed as if satisfied.

He collapsed beside her, spent and panting, the moss beneath them slick and hot.

The wives gathered around again, stroking, kissing, humming. No words. Just unity.

The sky above turned pale blue.

Morning had come.

But they didn’t need rest.

They needed more.

The island wanted more.

And they would give it everything.

Jude didn’t know how long he lay there, surrounded by warm skin, soft sighs, and the sticky sweet scent of sex that hung thick in the clearing like incense.