Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women -
Chapter 1332
Chapter 1332: Chapter 1332
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.
Zoey approached Jude again. She pressed her front to his back, slid her arms around his waist, and whispered, "It’s not done with us. I can feel it." Her breath tickled his skin. "You feel it too."
He nodded.
The hum returned - not loud, not urgent - but low and constant, vibrating in the roots, the petals, the air itself. It wasn’t calling. It was inviting . The song was no longer something separate. It was inside them now, just as the sap had been. Part of their veins, their rhythm, their breath.
"Look," Grace said.
They turned to her.
She stood at the edge of the chamber, where another passage had opened, this one framed by curved branches that bent like an arch, wrapped in flowering vines. The scent wafting from it was thick and sweet, like nectar and sweat and something darker - musk and fire and longing.
Without a word, they followed.
The tunnel was wide and sloped downward. Their bare feet padded softly on petals and moss. Every few paces, the walls pulsed with golden symbols - runes none of them had learned, but all somehow understood. They glowed as each person passed, whispering fragments of thought, desire, and truth into their minds.
Jude touched one, and heat flashed through him - an image of Rose, straddling him beneath the moon, her mouth devouring his, her nails in his chest. He touched another - Lucy, bathed in water, fingers inside herself as she whispered his name into the river’s song.
They came to a new chamber.
This one was circular, massive, like the hollow heart of a tree older than time. The floor was layered in woven roots that flexed underfoot, warm and yielding. From the center rose a bed - not made by hands, but grown. A nest of petals, vines, and glowing leaves, pulsing with soft, inviting light.
Rose climbed onto it first.
She stretched out along the center, legs parted, arms open, her eyes locked on Jude. "We’ve offered. We’ve awakened it. Now we consummate."
Jude stepped forward, his cock already hard again, drawn by her voice, her body, the shared fire that had never stopped burning. But Zoey caught his wrist and whispered, "Let us give you this. All of us."
Then Sophie kissed him. Deep, slow, her tongue circling his, her fingers stroking his chest. "Lie down. Let us worship you now."
He obeyed.
He lay in the center of the bed as they gathered around him.
Natalie straddled his chest and leaned forward, her breasts brushing his lips. "Feed," she said, and he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking gently as her breath hitched. Her hips rolled, wet and eager just inches from his face. "Gods, Jude..."
Lucy kissed his thighs, her tongue tracing the muscles, her eyes wide with adoration. "You belong to us."
Zoey gripped his cock again, slow strokes that drew groans from deep in his throat. "We want you aching."
Emma and Grace licked and kissed down his arms, soft and slow, their mouths pressing heat into his skin with each kiss. Stella bent and began kissing his chest, her lips mapping him with care.
Sophie pressed between his legs, her mouth finding his balls, sucking one gently into her mouth as Zoey worked his shaft, her hand slick and perfect.
Then Susan knelt above him, straddling his face. She lowered herself until his tongue found her, and her moan was sharp and sudden. "Yes," she gasped. "Yes, Jude, just like that..."
He licked her slowly, then deeper, his hands on her thighs as she rocked on his mouth.
Zoey’s lips replaced her hand - she took his cock into her mouth again, sucking slow and deep. She moaned around him as Stella slipped beside her, kissing Zoey’s mouth, tasting him from her lips.
Susan came on his tongue, trembling, moaning loud and open and unashamed.
Then Natalie lowered herself onto him, gasping as she took him in. "Full," she whispered. "So deep..."
Her pace was slow at first, her eyes fluttering as she rode him, her hips circling, pressing him deeper inside with every motion. Emma kissed her shoulder, then her mouth, fingers between Natalie’s legs as she bounced.
Jude groaned, his body surrounded by heat and scent and touch. The bed beneath him pulsed, lifting to meet every thrust. He couldn’t tell where his body ended and theirs began.
One by one, they climbed onto him.
Grace straddled him, riding him faster, harder, until she came with a cry that echoed through the chamber. Sophie followed, grinding down on him with her fingers in his mouth, her orgasm rolling through her like thunder. Stella rode him facing away, leaning back as Lucy kissed her, their breasts brushing, moans layered over one another.
Rose was last.
She climbed onto him slowly, reverently, her hips grinding, her breath hot against his lips. "This," she whispered, "is where we become eternal."
She rode him slow and deep, and the tree above them bloomed fully.
Light poured from its crown, raining gold onto their bodies.
Rose came with a scream, and Jude followed, his orgasm tearing through him, his seed filling her as every nerve in his body caught fire.
The roots glowed.
The runes sang.
And the island... awoke.
The pulse that followed was like a second heartbeat born within the island itself. It echoed through the roots, through the chamber, through Jude’s very chest. The bed beneath them rippled softly, like a sea of petals breathing with them. Rose trembled atop him, still joined at the hips, her body pressed flat against his as she gasped into his neck.
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