Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1330

Chapter 1330: Chapter 1330

It was taller, its blossoms fuller, hanging low with gold-petaled fruit. The roots pulsed with light. And Jude - Jude stood at the center, glowing, every inch of his skin etched with shifting gold markings that moved like breath.

His wives gasped.

He looked at them - and smiled.

"I know what the island wants now."

They came to him.

And as he reached for Lucy first, his cock already throbbing, she dropped to her knees, her hands trembling as she took him into her mouth again.

But this time, as she sucked him slowly, moaning with delight, the tree shimmered behind them - and the earth below them began to pulse in rhythm.

One by one, they came again.

And the island moaned with them.

Zoey was next to fall into him.

She kissed Lucy’s cheek as she lowered her to the moss, gently replacing her at Jude’s cock with a sly, hungry smile. Her mouth was heat and rhythm, her tongue sliding over the tip before she took him deep, and deeper still. Jude groaned, not just from the pleasure but from the way his entire body vibrated with the tree’s hum - like every lick of Zoey’s tongue echoed through the roots beneath him.

"More," he whispered, his fingers tangling in her hair. "Don’t stop."

Zoey moaned in response, her lips tightening around him as she bobbed her head, slow and deep, eyes fluttering closed. His hips began to roll forward on instinct, matching her rhythm, pushing his cock deeper into her throat. Her moans were long, pleased, as if tasting him fed something deeper inside her. The tree’s light flared again, and the air shimmered.

Stella came up behind Jude, her body sliding against his back, arms wrapping around his waist. She kissed his shoulder, then trailed her lips down his spine as Zoey sucked him harder. Stella whispered, "The island wants you to keep going. It’s only just begun."

Jude turned his head, and Stella kissed him, slow and wet, as Zoey’s mouth brought him to the edge again. But just as he was about to release, Zoey pulled away, letting his cock slide from her lips with a wet pop. "Not yet," she murmured, her breath hot against his skin. "Let’s taste what it’s like when we all take you together."

Sophie and Natalie joined them, pulling Jude gently down onto the mossy earth. Their bodies wrapped around his, limbs tangling, skin to skin, mouth to mouth. Sophie straddled his chest, her pussy glistening above him, while Natalie kissed down his thighs. They all touched him now - hands stroking his chest, his thighs, his cock, each movement synchronized like a dance.

Emma slid beside him, stroking his face. "You feel it, don’t you?" she whispered. "The island inside you."

He nodded, breathless.

Then Lucy lowered herself onto him again, riding him slow and deep, her mouth open in a silent gasp as her pussy took him in completely. She moved with aching control, her body shimmering with sweat and light. Jude’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her, moaning with her.

Grace laid beside them, stroking Lucy’s breasts, kissing her softly as she bounced on Jude’s cock. Susan kissed Jude’s neck, whispering, "Don’t hold back. Give the tree what it needs."

As Lucy rode him, the tree’s blossoms opened wider, and a golden mist fell like petals over them all. They breathed it in, and everything became sharper. More intense. Jude’s cock throbbed inside Lucy, and her moans grew wilder, her thighs trembling.

She came again - hard - collapsing forward against Jude, her body twitching as her orgasm shook her. Jude’s cock slid free, wet and slick, still pulsing.

Natalie was next. She climbed onto him, lowering herself onto his hardness with a breathy sigh. She rode him slow, her fingers entwined with his, her eyes locked to his as she whispered, "You feel like fire."

Sophie kissed her, murmuring, "He’s becoming more than flesh. We all are."

Natalie moaned, faster now, hips grinding as she chased her climax. Jude thrust up into her, meeting every movement, his breath ragged. She clenched around him as she came, her moan deep and low, her entire body shivering.

Emma took her place.

She slid down his length like it was meant for her, groaning as she sat fully on him. Her rhythm was different - gentler, a slow, grinding roll that kept him deep inside her with every movement. Jude’s hands cupped her ass, and she leaned down to kiss him as she rode, her breasts brushing his chest.

Around them, the others began to hum.

That same melody.

It filled the clearing.

The tree pulsed in response.

And Emma came, gasping into his mouth, her walls fluttering around his cock as her orgasm crashed over her.

They didn’t stop.

Susan rode him next, her pace wild and rough, her nails digging into his shoulders, her hair flying as she cried out his name. She came fast and loud, collapsing beside him in a heap of sweat and bliss.

Then Stella took him.

She kissed him gently before lowering herself onto him, her eyes fluttering shut. Her movements were worshipful, almost sacred. Each slow bounce brought a new flicker of light from the tree, until the clearing glowed golden and pink and amber all around them.

Jude couldn’t hold back anymore.

As Stella came, his orgasm overtook him. He groaned, deep and broken, his cock pulsing as he came inside her, his seed flooding her as the tree lit up in a flash of brilliant gold.

The island sang.

The hum crescendoed.

All twelve women moaned, their bodies arching, their voices blending into one long, aching cry of pleasure and power.

The tree’s trunk split open.

A path revealed itself - stairs made of bone and root and light, spiraling down into the heart of the earth.

Rose stood beside Jude, her body radiant.

She took his hand.

"It’s time," she whispered. "The final root waits."

And together, surrounded by his glowing, panting wives, Jude stepped toward the stairway into the island’s soul.