Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1328

Chapter 1328: Chapter 1328

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.

Rose lifted her head, licking her lips, glowing now like firelight through gold leaf.

She climbed up Jude’s body and kissed him, her slick folds sliding against his spent cock.

"You’re ready," she whispered.

"For what?" he breathed.

She smiled.

"For the third tree."

Jude’s breath came in shallow, uneven pulls as Rose cradled his face in her hands. Her skin glowed with a subtle golden sheen, as though the island itself had kissed her, claimed her. Her thighs still pressed against his hips, but she didn’t move, just held him there - between her, beneath her, surrounded by the soft rustling hush of the island’s breath in the trees.

Around them, his wives were quiet now.

Their bodies rested across the mossy ground, flushed and bare, some curled against each other, others sprawled in the afterglow. Lucy lay close, her chest rising and falling in sync with his. Sophie stroked Emma’s hair while Natalie and Zoey lay entwined, murmuring too softly to hear. The energy had shifted again - sated, slow, but charged with a new anticipation.

Jude ran his hands up Rose’s sides, resting them on her ribs.

Her eyes never left his.

He whispered, "What happens now?"

She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "Now we wake it."

He blinked. "The tree?"

Rose shook her head, then kissed the edge of his jaw. "Not a tree. The tree. The one beneath. The one buried under everything. The roots we’ve fed."

Jude sat up slowly, Rose still in his lap, her arms around his neck.

"Where?"

Rose glanced at the forest edge, where the petals had all melted back into the moss and the mist had begun to swirl low again, thicker now, golden light threading through it like veins under skin.

"It’s growing already," she said. "And it’s calling you."

Jude stood, lifting Rose with him. Her legs locked around his waist, but she was weightless in his arms. She kissed him once more, slow and deep, and then she slid down from his body, bare feet touching the moss with a quiet sigh.

The others were already beginning to stir.

Lucy sat up, brushing her damp hair from her eyes. "Where is it?"

Rose answered, "It’s where he was born."

They looked at Jude.

He frowned. "I don’t remember any tree."

"Not that kind of birth," said Stella, stepping forward now, wrapping a loose strand of ivy around her waist like a belt. "The moment you first gave yourself to this place. When you stopped fighting and let it in."

"The cave?" he asked.

"No," Rose whispered, stepping beside him again. "The night of the first kiss. The one before even memory. Before language. The island remembers. It kept the echo."

Grace walked to them, naked except for a necklace of braided vines. "Then let’s find it. All of us."

The group moved as one, silently redressing in flowing fabrics and wraps that seemed to weave themselves from the moss and mist. No one asked questions now. No one resisted. Even Sophie, still skeptical, laced her fingers through Jude’s as they began walking through the glowing forest.

The air thickened as they went.

The golden mist rose around their ankles, curling like smoke with every step. Trees leaned inward, their trunks pulsing with faint light. The vines hanging from their limbs began to hum - soft, melodic, like the fading breath of the song they’d already sung.

And then the earth trembled.

Not violently.

Just a deep, slow exhale.

The roots shifted under their feet.

A clearing opened ahead, one none of them remembered walking into - but it felt known.

Jude stopped at its edge, staring at the center.

A single tree stood there.

Not tall.

Not ancient.

But alive.

More alive than anything he’d ever seen.

Its bark shimmered like obsidian soaked in honey. Its roots coiled into the earth in thick braids, wrapped around stones that glowed faintly with runes no one had written. Its branches were bare - no leaves, no flowers - but sparks of golden light hovered around it, pulsing slowly.

"It hasn’t bloomed yet," Lucy said behind him.

Rose nodded. "It’s waiting."

"For what?" Sophie asked.

Rose’s eyes found Jude’s.

"For him."

The silence deepened.

Jude stepped forward.

The moment his bare feet touched the soil of the clearing, the tree shimmered.

The sparks brightened.

The hum began again - stronger, clearer. Not around them.

Inside them.

Every breath Jude took was a note in that song.

He walked to the base of the tree.

Rose followed, placing her hand on his back, her voice low and thick with reverence. "You’ve already seeded it. Every time you gave us your love, your pleasure, your truth - you gave this what it needed."

Jude turned, looking at them all now.

His wives.

His soulmates.

Their bodies were radiant with the glow of the island, lips swollen from kisses, skin damp from sweat and mist, thighs glistening from the lingering touch of their shared ritual.

He opened his arms.

They came to him.

One by one, they circled the tree.

And then they began again - not frenzied this time, not lustful.

This was slow.

Worshipful.

Lucy knelt first, kissing his hip, then his thigh, then wrapping her mouth around him slowly, reverently. Jude gasped, his hand falling to her hair, his cock swelling again between her lips. Sophie stroked his chest, kissed his neck. Scarlet and Stella pressed their bodies to his sides, whispering, moaning.

The tree pulsed.

The roots shifted.

Lucy didn’t stop.

She worshiped him.

Loved him.

Every flick of her tongue, every moan around his cock was a prayer.

Sophie kissed down his chest, taking one of his hands and placing it between her legs.

"Touch me," she whispered. "Let the tree know us."

He did.