Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1351

Chapter 1351: Chapter 1351

Rose sat up beside them, her long hair sweeping over her shoulders like silk. "It wasn’t just for us," she said quietly. "It was for what comes next."

A hush spread through the group, even the wind pausing around them.

Zoey stood slowly, wrapping a sheer length of fabric around her hips as she approached the flower. The petals responded, turning slightly in her direction. "Do you think it’s a seed of her? Of the island?"

"No," Stella said from behind Jude. "It’s a seed of us. "

Jude rose too. The moss was soft beneath his feet, cool and damp, a reminder that everything here had been shaped by touch. By desire. By union. He stepped toward the flower and knelt beside it, palm hovering above its glow. "Then do we plant more?"

Scarlet joined him, fingers brushing his. "We don’t plant. We share. "

The moment she said it, a ripple ran through the ground. Light flared faintly from beneath the moss in every direction, tracing paths, veins, networks too large to see all at once. Like the island was alive not in one place - but entirely, beneath every tree and rock and river.

"They’re roots," Sophie said.

"No," Rose whispered. "They’re veins. She’s alive. She’s aware. "

Suddenly, the island didn’t feel like home anymore. It felt like someone.

The pulse beneath them grew stronger - not threatening, but undeniable. Jude stood slowly, his hands opening as if in offering. "Then what does she want?"

Lucy, still seated in the moss, opened her eyes slowly. "She wants to spread. Through us. With us."

Sophie turned sharply. "You’re talking about leaving the island."

The idea hung there, impossible and wild.

Stella stepped forward, her hair cascading freely around her, her bare skin bathed in starlight. "We don’t need boats. We don’t need to cross oceans. We just need to... sing. "

"You think we can open doors," Emma said.

"I know we can," Rose replied.

Jude met her eyes. "But are we ready?"

Rose smiled softly, stepping close. "We’re not meant to be ready. We’re meant to be willing. "

They stood around the flower again, a perfect circle, twelve women and the man they had all chosen, who had chosen them in turn, bound not by chains or need but by endless desire, devotion, and something far more ancient than either - transcendence.

Zoey reached for Jude’s hand. "Then let’s do it together. One more song."

He nodded.

Twelve voices rose.

Not words.

Not lyrics.

Just sound.

Harmony, like breath and blood. Like heat and hunger. Like the first moan of pleasure and the last gasp of release. They wove themselves together in the air, slow and sensuous, a melody that tasted like longing and roots and home. The island answered instantly.

Light exploded from the flower - brilliant, living, layered with the colors of every touch they had shared, every climax, every kiss, every promise murmured into skin. It wasn’t fire. It was connection.

A ring of vines erupted around them in a circle, twisting upward, braiding themselves into a living gate.

Inside the gate, a mirror shimmered.

But it wasn’t a reflection of them.

It was a world.

A forest, but not this one.

Buildings overgrown with moss.

A lake shaped like an eye.

Mountains that glowed with gold veins.

A place none of them had seen.

Jude reached toward it. His fingertips passed through.

It was warm.

Soft.

Like slipping between sheets still scented with sweat and sex and dreams.

Scarlet exhaled. "It’s her other body."

Rose nodded. "She has more than one heart."

Lucy whispered, "So do we."

Jude turned to them. "Are you ready to leave this behind?"

Emma smiled. "We’re not leaving anything. We’re bringing her with us. "

He stepped through first.

And one by one, they followed.

They emerged not in another world - but in another part of the same one. A deeper root. A new layer. The trees here pulsed with violet light. The sky rippled like silk. The very air tasted sweet.

Their footprints left trails of gold that slowly faded.

Jude turned in place, the women circling him. "Now what?"

Zoey kissed his neck. "Now we show her what love feels like in every shape."

Natalie laughed softly. "And how it tastes."

Sophie smiled and pushed him gently down onto a thick bed of red moss.

"We spread her through touch," Rose said, straddling him. "Through the only language she understands."

The others moved around them - stroking, kissing, sighing. They weren’t just seducing Jude now. They were charging him. Every mouth on his skin sent power through him. Every climax shared between them released light that soaked into the moss.

The island shuddered around them.

The mirror gate remained open.

And now, on the other side, another shape stirred.

A second flower.

Waiting to bloom.

They weren’t done.

Not even close.

The moss was warm beneath Jude’s back, almost pulsing in rhythm with his own breath. Above him, the canopy had changed - no longer green, but a soft glowing hue of silver-violet, swaying gently even though no wind stirred. He barely had time to process the beauty of this new place before Rose lowered her body onto his with a slow, aching moan, her lips grazing his throat as she whispered, "This place wants us to create. To love. To fill it."

Around them, the others moved in a synchronized dance that wasn’t rehearsed, yet felt ancient, as if written into their very skin. Grace’s fingers traced the curves of Layla’s body while Zoey and Scarlet knelt at Jude’s sides, brushing kisses along his ribs, his hips, his thighs. Emma was behind Rose, kissing the back of her neck as she rode him, slow and deep, every movement drawing a ripple of light from the moss below. It was as though the island drank in their pleasure and gave it back tenfold.

Sophie leaned over Jude next, pressing her lips to his, fierce and hungry. Her hand slipped into Rose’s hair as she deepened the kiss. "You’re the pulse," she whispered against his mouth. "We’re the breath."