Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1353

Chapter 1353: Chapter 1353

Jude held Lucy’s hand tightly, their fingers still laced. Around them, the wives moved like a tribe reborn - nude, glowing, their skin marked by light pollen from the garden behind them. Each of them carried the scent of the island, and the island itself seemed to recognize them in return. The very ground pulsed beneath their feet, sending heat up through their soles and into their bones.

They followed a path of silver vines that curled ahead, snaking like veins through the forest floor. The vines pulsed with the same rhythm as Jude’s heart. He didn’t know where they were leading, but his body responded like it had always known.

"It’s guiding us to the heart," Rose whispered beside him, her voice rich and calm. "We’ve awakened the seed. Now she wants to plant us deeper."

Emma brushed her lips along Jude’s shoulder, the tip of her tongue catching the curve of his neck. "We are the garden now."

The path opened into a new clearing, wide and lush, with tall stone columns twisted by vines and flowers that shimmered with colors they didn’t have names for. At the center was a massive basin, shallow and glowing, filled with golden water that rippled without movement. The air hummed with sensual tension.

Stella stepped forward and sank to her knees at the edge of the basin. "This is where we become more."

"More what?" Jude asked.

Susan walked behind him, her fingers dancing across his back. "More than human. More than touched. We become part of her fully. This is where she binds us."

Zoey leaned forward and kissed his jaw. "It’s not just ritual. It’s desire. She knows it. She was born in it."

Lucy turned and faced him, her eyes glowing faintly again. "We make love here, Jude. All of us. Together. In her basin. In her sight."

He swallowed hard as the women moved around him, hands brushing, lips teasing. Sophie wrapped her arms around his chest from behind, her breath hot in his ear. "You don’t have to carry us anymore. Let us carry you. "

Rose stepped into the basin first, letting the water rise up her thighs, glowing around her as she knelt and opened her arms. "Come to me."

Jude followed.

The water was thick and warm, and as he stepped in, it clung to his legs like silk. Each of the wives entered after him, circling, touching, offering themselves without hesitation. They pressed their bodies to his, not fighting for attention, not competing, but harmonizing like notes in a perfect song.

Rose pulled him close and kissed him again, deeper than before, her hips finding his as she guided him to the center. The others surrounded them, their moans like a low chorus. The water began to glow brighter with every thrust, every breathless gasp. Lucy held his face and kissed him the moment he broke from Rose, while Zoey slid behind him, pressing her body along his back, her hands stroking him and Rose together.

When he slid from Rose, Layla took her place, riding him with long, deep strokes that pulled a groan from his chest. She laughed softly, eyes locked to his, as Susan and Stella kissed just behind her, bodies pressed so tight they looked like one.

The water climbed higher. It didn’t flood. It rose with them. Fed by them.

Jude turned as Sophie pulled him into her arms, guiding him into her with a desperate, whispered cry. "I want to feel you inside when it happens."

"Feel what?" he panted.

Her lips brushed his ear. "When she makes us one."

He couldn’t think. Only move. Thrust. Moan. Give.

Each wife took her turn, not with urgency, but reverence. Grace’s moans turned into a song again, the same haunting melody that had begun all of this. Scarlet lay on her back in the water, pulling Jude between her legs and gasping with pleasure as he sank into her. Natalie kissed him as they moved together, their bodies splashing softly in the basin, surrounded by the chorus of breath and desire.

Finally, Lucy wrapped her legs around his waist again, guiding him back inside her. "Finish with me," she whispered. "Finish for her."

The moment he came, the basin exploded with light.

Not just beneath them - around them. Every tree, every vine, every root burst with radiant gold. A sound echoed through the forest: a long, low note like a lover’s final gasp before release. It moved through them, deep and endless.

The water boiled with pleasure, not heat.

Jude cried out with Lucy, their bodies locked, trembling, as every woman reached climax together. The sound of their shared release filled the forest like thunder.

And then everything went still.

No water.

No trees.

Just light.

They floated, not drowning, not flying - existing .

The voice came next.

Not in words.

In feeling.

A welcome.

A promise.

A hunger that wasn’t cruel - but endless.

They were hers now.

And she was theirs.

The light faded gently, and the forest returned.

The basin was gone.

In its place was a field of gold and black flowers, blooming in waves.

Each wife stood, nude and radiant, their skin marked with glowing veins that pulsed faintly beneath the surface. Jude looked down at his chest and saw the same light within himself.

"We’re changed," Emma whispered, brushing her fingers down his glowing arm. "Connected now."

Scarlet grinned. "To her. And to each other."

Natalie laughed, spinning in the field, her arms wide. "She’s in us now. She’ll go wherever we go."

Rose stepped close and placed her hand over Jude’s heart. "The world beyond still sleeps. But we’ll wake it. One kiss at a time."

Jude kissed her without hesitation, and around them, the flowers bloomed wider.

The kiss deepened, and with it, the air seemed to thicken once again - charged not just with heat but meaning. When Jude pulled back from Rose, her eyes were luminous, pupils dilated wide, reflecting more than just light. Behind them, the forest shimmered subtly, as though it too was breathing in tandem with their desire.