Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1352

Chapter 1352: Chapter 1352

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."

Lucy was already naked, lying in the moss, her back arched, one hand between her thighs as she watched them. Natalie knelt beside her, stroking her cheek, brushing kisses down her belly, whispering things that made Lucy tremble. Stella lay beside them both, her face serene, her fingers tangled in Susan’s hair as the two of them explored each other with lazy, sensual delight.

Everywhere Jude looked, there was beauty. Fire. Worship.

Rose’s hips rolled harder now, her breath ragged, her eyes locked on his. "She’s blooming through us. Do you feel her?"

"I feel everything ," he gasped, grabbing her hips, thrusting up into her as his body surged with fire. "I feel you."

"Feel us ," Grace whispered, lowering her mouth to his chest. "All of us."

The light from the moss glowed brighter now, as if with every touch, every cry, the garden was awakening further. The mirror gate behind them began to shimmer more violently, and then, with a low, melodic hum, it shifted. Another image formed beyond it: a village of trees. A valley bathed in gold mist. More places waiting to be touched, awakened, claimed.

Rose threw her head back and cried out as she climaxed, her body convulsing around Jude, the light beneath her flaring into a ring of gold. The others moaned softly in response, their own pleasure rising as if fed by hers.

She slid off him, breathless, sweat and light clinging to her skin.

"Next," she whispered, her smile soft and glowing.

Scarlet crawled into his lap without hesitation, already slick and eager. "Let me taste the fire inside you."

Her lips captured his in a kiss that burned through his spine. She straddled him and slid down in one smooth, practiced motion, moaning into his mouth as her hips began to move. She was slower, deeper than Rose, her rhythm hypnotic. Zoey and Natalie leaned into each other nearby, watching, kissing, whispering into each other’s mouths as they touched and tasted and pressed their bodies together.

The sound of bodies joining, lips moaning, breath catching - it wasn’t chaotic. It was harmony. A ritual. A song.

When Scarlet reached her peak, Jude felt it like lightning up his spine. She collapsed into him, laughing softly, "She knows now. She feels us."

The gate shimmered again.

A new ripple passed over the ground, this time with small, crystalline petals blooming across the moss. They opened with the same golden-black glow as the original flower, releasing fragrance like ripe peaches and honeyed wine.

Grace mounted him next, silent but radiant, her hands sliding along his chest as she set a slow, grinding pace. Her eyes never left his. Around them, the others touched, kissed, and whispered. Rose kissed Sophie. Emma lay between Lucy’s thighs. Susan wrapped her arms around Stella as they rocked together.

Every orgasm was a seed planted.

Every kiss, a note sung.

Jude felt his climax rising, burning hotter with each partner, but he held back, knowing somehow that he had to wait. They were building toward something. Something greater than flesh and moan.

Grace trembled and came with a cry, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her breath hot against his neck. As she slipped off him, Emma replaced her - no words, just a kiss and a slow slide onto his length. Her movements were firm, urgent, her eyes burning.

"You’ve always held us together," she breathed, rolling her hips hard. "Now let us hold you."

He gripped her thighs, thrusting up into her, feeling her warmth, her power, her devotion. She leaned forward, kissed him like she was pouring her soul through his lips, and when she came, she bit his shoulder lightly, leaving a mark.

The moss burst into bloom.

Flowers, all around them. The garden was awakening fully now. The gate pulsed like a heartbeat.

And finally - finally - Lucy climbed into his lap. She didn’t straddle him right away. She sat, facing him, her knees at his sides, her hands on his cheeks. Her eyes were damp, glowing.

"I dreamed of this," she whispered. "Before the island. Before the storm. I dreamed of you. Of this. "

He kissed her, pulling her into his arms, and she slid down onto him with a long sigh, a sound that rippled through the others and made them all shiver. Lucy moved slowly, reverently, her lips on his, her hands in his hair. Her climax came quietly, her body shivering as she whispered his name into his mouth.

He couldn’t hold back anymore.

Jude cried out as he came, his body arching, his hands gripping her hips. He spilled into her like a flood, and the light beneath them flared brighter than ever, bathing the entire garden in gold.

The gate burst open.

Not just an image now. A path.

They all turned toward it as the light settled, bodies still tangled, sweat on their skin, love in their eyes.

Rose stood, lifting one of the new golden-black flowers from the moss. "She’s ready."

Zoey nodded. "And so are we."

Jude stood with Lucy, arms wrapped around her. "What’s next?"

Sophie smiled, brushing his hair back. "We walk through. And we spread her."

They walked as one.

Twelve wives.

One man.

One island.

One blooming god beneath their skin.

And beyond the gate, the next world waited - empty, fertile, begging to be touched.

The air on the other side of the gate was thick and humid, rich with the scent of unknown blossoms and something deeper - feral, electric, intimate. It wrapped around them like a cloak the moment they crossed, clinging to skin still damp with sweat and trembling from the last wave of release. No words were spoken at first. The forest here was darker, denser, but not threatening. It felt sacred. Alive. Every leaf glistened, every tree shimmered faintly as if whispering secrets to the earth.