Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1331

Chapter 1331: Chapter 1331

The first step was warm beneath Jude’s foot, like flesh wrapped in bark. The light from the tree filtered downward, curling into the spiraling passage like golden smoke. Rose led him by the hand, her grip firm but gentle, while the others followed close behind, still bare, their bodies still glistening with sweat and sex and starlight.

They descended in silence.

The roots coiled along the walls, some pulsing faintly, others smooth and cool, like the bones of something ancient and sleeping. The deeper they went, the more the world above faded. The hum of the tree softened into a heartbeat, slow and steady, not just heard - but felt.

At the bottom of the stairs, the passage widened into a vast chamber.

It wasn’t like the others.

Here, the walls were not wood or root or moss, but something smoother - dark and curved like the inside of a massive womb. It breathed around them. The floor was covered in soft, pulsing moss, and in the center of it all was a pool - shallow, wide, and glowing with golden fluid, thick as honey, gleaming with light.

Jude stepped forward.

"Is that it?" Sophie asked softly, peering over his shoulder.

"The source," Rose answered, her voice low, reverent. "The sap. The beginning."

Emma knelt by the edge, dipping her fingers into the glowing liquid. She gasped, her back arching, her eyes fluttering shut. "It’s warm. Alive."

Stella crouched beside her, tasting the sap from Emma’s fingers. Her pupils dilated instantly, and her lips parted in a deep sigh.

"It wants us," she breathed.

Zoey reached for Jude’s hand. "We should go in together."

Jude nodded.

One by one, they stepped into the pool.

The fluid slid up their legs, thick and warm, coating them like a second skin. When it reached their waists, it began to glow brighter, pulsing in rhythm with their breath. Jude waded to the center, Rose at his side, Lucy and Natalie close behind.

And then the sap moved.

It wasn’t just reacting - it was welcoming them. Lifting, swirling, coiling around them like a lover’s embrace. Jude moaned as it slid over his cock, stroking him with a pressure that felt both real and not. The others gasped too, the sap brushing between their thighs, circling nipples, slipping between their lips.

Grace shuddered. "It’s inside me..."

"It’s showing us," Rose said. "Who we are. What we could be."

Jude turned toward her.

She stepped into his arms, the sap shimmering over her breasts, her hips, her thighs. She kissed him deeply, hungrily, her tongue sliding into his mouth just as the sap did the same below - pushing gently into her, stretching her open as Jude’s cock hardened against her belly.

She lifted herself onto him without hesitation, taking him in one smooth, perfect motion.

The sap tightened around them, holding them in place, cradling every thrust as Jude fucked her slowly, rhythmically, deeper and deeper with each stroke.

All around them, his wives joined.

Sophie kissed Emma as she straddled her in the shallow sap, their bodies sliding together, breasts pressed tight, moans echoing. Natalie leaned back against Zoey, riding her fingers, mouth open, crying out Jude’s name. Susan and Stella tangled with Lucy, fingers and tongues moving in endless, breathless rhythm, golden light dancing across their skin.

The pool became a temple.

Their sex became worship.

Rose moaned against Jude’s mouth as he thrust deeper, her nails scraping down his back. "Don’t stop... don’t ever stop..."

"I won’t," he gasped. "I can’t..."

The sap surged upward again, coiling around their waists, their thighs, their chests, guiding their bodies like dancers in an ancient rite. It kissed every inch, teased every nerve, driving them higher.

Stella cried out first, her orgasm breaking the silence in a raw, sobbing moan that shook the chamber.

Lucy followed, mouth open against Susan’s throat, her back arching, fingers clenching tight in pleasure.

Emma screamed Jude’s name as Sophie drove her to climax, her voice echoing like a song through the pulsing air.

Then Rose shattered.

She clung to Jude as her orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing, her cunt gripping him tight. Jude gasped and came with her, spilling inside her in deep, pulsing bursts as golden sap flared around them.

The pool exploded with light.

And for a moment - time stopped.

They floated, suspended in glow and warmth and the deep, perfect silence of climax shared by thirteen beating hearts. There was no island. No past. No future. Just breath. Just love. Just the pulse of something ancient and endless, flowing through them all.

When they opened their eyes again, the chamber had changed.

The sap was gone.

The moss was blooming, thick with flowers of every color.

And in the center of the pool, where the pedestal had been, stood a new tree.

Smaller than the one above.

But unmistakably alive.

Jude reached out, and its leaves unfurled, soft as silk.

Rose touched his shoulder. "You gave it life."

He turned to her. " We gave it life."

Around him, his wives gathered, arms entwined, bodies pressed together, still glowing, still trembling from pleasure and revelation.

And above, the island began to sing again.

But this time - it wasn’t a summons.

It was a welcome.

Jude stood in the center of the bloom, bare and shining, his skin still kissed by the glow of the sap, his chest rising and falling with slow, reverent breaths. The new tree pulsed beside him, its leaves unfurling like the opening fingers of a hand reaching toward heaven. Each leaf shimmered in a hue that changed with every blink - emerald, rose, silver, obsidian - colors that didn’t exist in the world they’d come from.

His wives moved around him, brushing against one another with lazy, satisfied grace, like waves returning to a tide. Sophie’s hand slipped into Emma’s, their fingers still slick from each other. Lucy knelt in the moss and pressed her lips softly to the tree’s roots, her hair spilling over her shoulders like a golden waterfall. Stella lay on her back nearby, legs curled up, her thighs glistening from their shared climax, eyes half-lidded in blissful surrender.