Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1334

Chapter 1334: Chapter 1334

The song echoed upward, folding into the canopy like heat into summer wind. Jude lay at the heart of it all, his chest slick with sweat and silver liquid, his arms entwined around bodies that trembled and shifted and sighed against him. Rose rested against his left side, her breath warm on his neck, her leg draped across his hip. Lucy curled on his right, her fingers laced between his, the rise and fall of her chest moving in perfect harmony with his own.

Above them, the vines still cradled the living bed like a lover unwilling to let go.

The light filtering through the newly opened canopy above was different now. No longer golden, or pulsing - it was soft, almost shy, a pale indigo glow like starlight at dusk. The petals drifting through it shimmered faintly, weightless as breath.

Sophie stirred beside Emma, stretching out languidly before propping herself on her elbows. "It’s quiet now," she murmured. "But it’s not over."

"No," Emma agreed, running a hand along Jude’s thigh, her eyes gleaming. "It’s just... watching. Waiting."

Zoey sat upright, her back arched like a cat, legs folded beneath her. Her skin still glistened, still bore the traces of sap and silver light, her nipples hard, her inner thighs slick and flushed. "It’s not done feeding," she said with a smirk. "And neither am I."

Before Jude could answer, she crawled forward, straddling his hips, her hands pressed flat against his chest. "You feel that?" she whispered.

He did.

His cock stirred again, as if called by more than desire. It wasn’t fatigue he felt - it was need. A thrum low in his spine, in his belly, in his blood. The island wasn’t draining him. It was sustaining him.

Zoey shifted her hips and slid him into her with a breathless moan. Her head fell back, eyes closing, the line of her throat graceful as her hips began to roll. "Gods, yes..."

Lucy tilted her head to watch, her hand trailing down to touch herself lazily, fingers sliding in slow circles. "She’s beautiful when she rides you."

"She always is," Rose murmured, one hand brushing over Zoey’s thigh, then Jude’s stomach.

Jude gripped Zoey’s hips, grounding her rhythm as she rode him harder, her breasts bouncing, her moans building louder. Sophie leaned over and kissed her deeply, catching the sounds in her mouth. Emma slipped behind them, pressing soft kisses down Zoey’s spine while stroking her clit with slow, purposeful circles.

Zoey came with a cry that turned into a growl, her whole body shuddering as she clenched around Jude, milking him with heat and hunger. Jude groaned, hands digging into her flesh, thrusting deeper, spilling into her as her orgasm rolled on.

As Zoey collapsed onto his chest, still panting, Grace crawled forward. Her lips brushed Zoey’s shoulder before she kissed Jude’s mouth, slow and lingering. "Again," she whispered. "We need more. The island needs more."

She guided herself onto him without hesitation, her pussy still soaked from watching. Jude moaned again, already hard inside her, his stamina refueled by whatever power now flowed through them.

Grace moved slow, rolling her hips in steady circles, her body a rhythmic chant of pleasure. Susan and Stella curled against Jude’s sides, their hands roaming over his arms, his chest, his lips, whispering encouragement, praise, lust-laced promises. Natalie leaned in to suck his nipple, gently biting as Grace moaned louder, her pace increasing.

Lucy kissed him again, soft and tender, her other hand working between her own legs. "Don’t stop. Not yet."

He didn’t.

He moved with Grace, deeper, faster, until her moans turned sharp, then helpless, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she came hard, collapsing into Susan’s arms with a whimper.

Jude’s hips bucked as he came again inside her, his breath ragged, his muscles trembling, and still - still - the island cradled him, soothed him, gave back more than it took.

Above them, the tree began to bloom again.

This time, its blossoms opened wide and slow, and from their center rose wisps of silver light, dancing into the air like song given form. The song returned too - not loud, but melodic, like a lullaby shared between gods.

Rose sat up, eyes shimmering. "We’re changing," she said. "Every time we touch, we become more."

"More what?" Sophie asked, brushing damp curls from her forehead.

Rose turned toward the tree, her voice a whisper. "More of it. Of us. Of each other."

Emma lay against Jude’s side, her fingers tracing small circles on his ribs. "I don’t want to stop. It feels like we’re finally in sync."

Natalie nodded from where she lay tangled in Stella’s arms. "The longer we stay like this, the more the world fades away. Just us. And this rhythm."

The silver pool shimmered again, and a shape emerged from the surface - a figure made entirely of vines and light, tall and faceless, feminine and powerful. It hovered at the water’s edge, head bowed, hands open.

Jude sat up.

So did Rose, and the others.

The figure tilted its head, then pointed at Jude’s chest.

He placed his hand where it indicated - and felt it.

A second heartbeat.

No, not second. Shared.

He looked at Rose. She pressed her hand over her own heart and nodded. "It’s in us now."

"We’re the vessel," Lucy whispered, awed.

The figure faded into smoke and drifted upward, back through the roots and into the sky. The pool stilled.

The vines slowly lowered their cradle to the moss below.

Jude stood, the others rising with him, their bodies bare, glowing, warm. They held hands, a full circle again, facing the tree at the center of the chamber.

The tree pulsed once more, and then, from its trunk, came a soft creak as bark split gently, revealing a new fruit.

Rose stepped forward and plucked it.

It was small. Glowing softly. Alive in her palm.

Jude placed his hand over hers.

"What now?" Sophie asked, voice soft.

Rose smiled, and the others gathered close, arms encircling bodies, lips brushing cheeks and shoulders.