Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1325

Chapter 1325: Chapter 1325

The water was warm as breath, smooth as silk, cradling every inch of their skin like a lover that had been waiting. Jude stepped in first, his feet sinking into soft, living sand that pulsed faintly beneath him. The pool wasn’t deep - just enough to submerge them to their waists when they stood - but it shimmered with golden light rising from its depths, as if the island’s heart glowed beneath them.

One by one, his wives followed.

Rose slipped in beside him, her hand immediately finding his. Her eyes shimmered brighter now, gold threaded through her irises like veins of light. She said nothing, but her fingers curled tighter around his with every step deeper. The others moved around them in silence, reverent and slow, as if drawn by instinct rather than command.

Lucy and Sophie stood together, arms around each other, both flushed and breathing deep, their bare bodies kissed by mist rising off the surface. Zoey waded behind them, her lips slightly parted, her nipples stiff with the cool air and water, her eyes flickering constantly between Jude and Rose. Grace and Natalie slid into the opposite side, their hands brushing as they moved, glancing at one another, smiling softly - still joined by the bond of shared pleasure. Stella lingered near the edge at first, watching. Scarlet ran her fingers through the surface, tracing invisible runes on the water’s skin. Emma was the last to enter, walking into the pool like it was the sea itself and she was ready to drown in it.

Jude stood at the center, the women surrounding him in a circle of heat, breath, and longing.

The pool began to hum.

It wasn’t sound in the traditional sense. It was vibration, like something ancient was singing beneath them, and their bones remembered the melody. Every touch they had shared, every climax, every kiss had been part of a score written before language itself. Now the island played it back to them.

Their bodies responded.

The water didn’t just touch them - it tasted them. It slipped between thighs, circled nipples, slid along necks like fingers guided by need. Jude felt a slow caress wrap around his cock, invisible but firm, stroking him until he gasped. Around him, his wives moaned softly, their hands reaching for each other, for him, for the unseen current moving through the pool.

Lucy gasped, her back arching as the water slipped inside her without warning, her mouth opening in a soft cry.

Rose held her up. "Don’t resist it," she whispered. "It’s listening."

The water surged.

They all gasped together.

Sophie clung to Jude, burying her face in his shoulder, her breath hot against his neck. "It’s touching me everywhere," she whispered. "It’s like - like it knows where I want it."

Natalie was already whimpering, her thighs trembling as she leaned into Grace. "It’s inside me," she said, eyes fluttering closed. "Oh gods, it’s inside me. "

Grace kissed her temple. "Let it in."

Jude turned slowly, watching as each of his wives gave themselves over. Scarlet had sunk to her knees in the pool, her mouth open, her fingers in her hair. Emma was clinging to Stella now, both of them gasping and shivering as the water surged between their legs, over their breasts, caressing them with unseen hands that never stopped moving.

Then it reached Jude again.

Something warm and slow wrapped around him, stroking his cock with the gentleness of a lover and the control of something divine. It didn’t just touch - it milked , drawing pleasure from him in slow, aching pulses, like it was harvesting his arousal.

Zoey stepped up to him, her lips brushing his. "It wants us to come again," she whispered. "All of us. Together."

"Can we?" he asked, voice hoarse.

"We must," Rose said. "This is the final offering."

Lucy wrapped her arms around Jude’s waist from behind, her breasts pressed to his back, her hips grinding slowly. "Don’t hold back this time. Give it everything."

Sophie kissed him, hard and deep, as if sealing the vow.

And then they began.

Not with frenzy.

But with rhythm.

Stella moved first, crawling to Jude and rising onto him, his cock sliding deep into her slick warmth. The water didn’t fight her - it welcomed her, enhancing every motion, stroking her clit as she rode him. Jude groaned, gripping her hips, and the pleasure rose quickly, unbearable and perfect.

The others closed in.

Hands touched every part of him - shoulders, chest, balls, thighs - while mouths kissed and licked and whispered.

Grace knelt beside him, kissing Stella’s breasts as she bounced on Jude’s cock. Scarlet and Emma began pleasuring each other at his side, their moans rising like a harmony. Sophie and Lucy stood behind, kissing, stroking, locked in their own intimate rhythm.

Jude was drowning in sensation.

Stella came hard, crying out and shuddering, and the water surged with her orgasm. The pool brightened - literally lit up - gold streaks racing from her body across the surface.

Zoey took her place next.

Then Natalie.

Then Grace.

One by one, they rode him, kissed him, offered themselves.

Each orgasm lit the water brighter.

Each climax sang louder in the hum.

And when Jude came again, it was Lucy who took him.

She sank down slowly, crying as he filled her, sobbing his name in joy and ecstasy as her walls clamped around him and his release poured into her. The light exploded from between them, golden sparks rising into the air.

The hum became a song.

The tree at the edge of the pool bloomed.

Fully.

Its petals fell all at once, coating the surface in radiant, glowing blossoms. They didn’t sink. They hovered, kissed the skin of every woman, every inch of Jude, glowing brighter with every breath.

And then - quiet.

No more movement.

No more waves.

Just stillness.

Peace.

Sophie wept, clutching Emma, her body trembling.

Stella collapsed into Rose’s arms.

Zoey laid her head on Natalie’s chest, murmuring her name like a prayer.

Jude held Lucy close, his cock softening inside her, both of them trembling from too much sensation.