Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1327

Chapter 1327: Chapter 1327

Jude reached for her, and when they touched again, their breath caught at the same time. The pulse passed between them like lightning. She whimpered softly, her thighs trembling.

"It’s still hungry," she whispered.

Zoey stepped behind her, kissing her shoulder. "Then let’s feed it."

Rose nodded.

"Take us," she said to Jude.

"All of us. One by one."

He pulled Lucy to the moss and sank into her without hesitation, their bodies joining with a cry that echoed through the trees. The island trembled.

The ritual had changed.

Now he was the offering.

And they would take turns devouring him.

Lucy moaned the moment Jude entered her, her nails digging into his shoulders as her legs wrapped around his hips. Her head fell back, hair cascading over the moss, and her body arched to take him deeper. His hands slid under her, lifting her slightly, tilting her just right - and when he thrust, she cried out again, the sound sharp and desperate and beautiful.

The others didn’t move away.

They moved closer.

Sophie knelt beside Lucy, stroking her hair, kissing her cheek. "Let it all out," she whispered. "Let him in. Let the island hear you."

And Lucy did.

Her cries turned to sobs, to gasps, to breathless moans as Jude pounded into her, slow at first, then faster, harder, his entire body trembling with the heat rising inside him again. It wasn’t just physical - it was psychic, electric. Her body clamped around his cock with every thrust, and something golden flared where their skin met. A glow, alive and pulsing.

She came first.

Loud and long and shattering, her back arched, her thighs locked tight, her body convulsing around him. And Jude barely held himself together, feeling her climax ripple through him like waves through stone. When she collapsed, limp and glowing, Sophie caught her, pulling her close and stroking her breasts until the tremors eased.

Jude stood slowly, cock still hard, still aching, slick with Lucy’s pleasure.

Sophie stepped forward.

She didn’t speak.

She kissed him.

Then she turned around and bent forward, hands on her knees, ass high, thighs parted, inviting him in.

He entered her with a groan, burying himself to the hilt in one long, smooth stroke. Sophie gasped, eyes closing, lips parting - but she didn’t make a sound beyond that. She took him with strength, with grace, every thrust met with a push back, her body hot and wet and ready.

Zoey came up behind her, kissing her shoulders, tracing her fingers down her spine, whispering praises as Sophie took him, moaning only when Jude gripped her hips tighter and fucked her harder. The moss beneath them pulsed again. The trees shimmered.

And then she came - silently, violently, her entire body shaking, her hands clutching Zoey’s wrists, her breath caught in her throat.

Jude slid out of her, breathless, coated in her release.

Zoey was already undressing.

She didn’t wait.

She pushed Jude onto his back and straddled him, her hands flat on his chest, her eyes locked on his as she lowered herself down.

She was soaked.

She took him in easily, her walls squeezing, pulsing, fluttering.

She started to ride him, slow at first, grinding her hips, working his cock in and out of her like she owned him. And in that moment, she did. Her breasts bounced, her lips parted, her moans raw and hungry. She didn’t stop when she came the first time. Or the second.

She kept going until she was trembling, until she collapsed on top of him, gasping into his neck, her thighs twitching.

Natalie pulled her off gently.

"Now me," she said, breathless.

She slid onto him slowly, trembling already, her hands gripping his as if bracing for a fall. And when Jude began to move, her eyes rolled back and she whimpered - soft and broken.

"Too much," she whispered. "It’s so much."

But she didn’t stop.

She rode him with short, fast movements, crying out as he rubbed every spot inside her, as the island hummed louder and louder around them. She came hard, clutching him, burying her face in his chest.

Stella was next.

Then Grace.

Then Emma.

Then Susan.

Each one took him differently - some slow, some wild, some weeping, some laughing with joy - but all of them came around him. All of them fed from the pleasure he gave, drank the ecstasy he poured into their bodies.

By the time Scarlet took him, Jude was shaking.

His cock was soaked, aching, pulsing with heat. But it never softened.

Not once.

Scarlet kissed him before sliding down his length. She was the gentlest - barely moving at all - just rocking her hips in tiny circles, using him to hit a place so deep inside her she gasped with every pass.

She didn’t speak.

She didn’t moan.

She just let herself feel.

And when she came, it was the quietest yet - just a tremble, a catch in her breath, a single tear running down her cheek.

And then she slid off him, cradling his head, whispering his name like a vow.

Jude couldn’t move.

His body had given everything.

And still his cock throbbed, hard and ready.

Rose came to him last.

She didn’t touch him right away.

She knelt beside him, leaned in, and kissed his chest.

"You’re not just ours anymore," she whispered. "You’re the island’s now."

She kissed down his stomach, over his hips, to the base of his cock.

Then she took him into her mouth.

Slowly.

Deeply.

Jude groaned, hips jerking, eyes flying open.

Her mouth was hot and wet and perfect, her tongue swirling, her lips sliding, her hand cupping his balls, stroking his base. She sucked him with reverence, with hunger, with love.

He came for her.

Finally.

Hard.

Hot.

Explosive.

His seed spilled into her throat in waves, and she took it all, moaning around him, swallowing every drop. The glow from his body spread to hers.

And then -

Silence.

The trees stopped humming.

The moss went still.

The light faded from the petals.