Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1354

Chapter 1354: Chapter 1354

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.

The others were no longer distant. They were forming a circle around him and Rose, not for worship, not for show, but for connection. Naked and marked by the glow, they stood like priestesses in an ancient rite, the glistening trail of their union etched across skin and thigh. Lucy stepped forward first, her fingers sliding down Jude’s spine before pressing her lips to his shoulder.

"He belongs to all of us now," she whispered, eyes closing as she breathed in his scent.

Emma kissed the other side of his neck. "And we belong to him. All of us."

Jude exhaled shakily, heart pounding - not from exhaustion but anticipation. He was no longer overwhelmed. He was becoming. Part of them. Part of her.

Sophie took his hand and led him gently through the flower field. The petals parted as they walked, responding to their steps. She led him to a great tree at the center of the grove - its bark glimmering like obsidian laced with gold, its trunk wide enough to hold them all.

"She was born here," Sophie said softly. "Before the shimmer. Before the hum. Before even the roots. She was desire, and we are her breath."

Jude stared up at the tree, the way its limbs stretched like open arms, and something inside him responded with a pull he couldn’t deny. His body ached, not with need but with purpose. His hands reached for Sophie’s waist, pulling her close as he kissed her fiercely, mouth crashing against hers, tongue claiming, tasting. She moaned into him, her hands threading through his hair.

The others encircled them once more, but this time, they did not wait.

Scarlet pressed herself to his back, breasts soft against his spine, her hands trailing around to stroke his chest. "We give you to her again," she whispered. "But this time, as one."

One by one, they joined.

Grace kissed Sophie while Lucy dropped to her knees beside them, her hands stroking Jude’s thighs, her mouth hungry. Stella straddled the root of the tree behind him, spreading herself open with one hand as she touched her breast with the other, watching them all with glowing eyes.

Layla crawled across the moss, tongue sliding against Zoey’s inner thigh while Natalie reclined beside her, fingering herself to the sound of their moans. Susan and Emma kissed deeply, their bodies tangled and glowing, their hips rolling like waves against one another.

The tree seemed to pulse.

From its bark, droplets of glowing sap formed and rolled down, hitting the moss with a hiss that filled the air with the scent of citrus and sweat. Jude kissed Sophie one last time, then turned as Lucy rose and wrapped her legs around his waist, lowering herself onto him with a slow, aching slide that made them both gasp.

"Take me here," she whispered, grinding her hips. "Where she was born. Where we all begin."

Jude moved inside her with deep, deliberate thrusts, his hands gripping her hips, his mouth devouring her neck, her shoulder, her breast. Lucy cried out as she came around him, trembling, biting his lip as she kissed him.

Then Zoey took her place, pulling Jude into a kiss so rough it felt like war. She rode him hard, sweat flying, moans loud, hips slamming until her orgasm took them both like a storm.

Sophie followed. Then Layla. Then Susan.

Each wife came to him not as a conquest but a communion. With each union, the tree pulsed brighter. The petals around them opened wider. The air thickened until it hummed in Jude’s bones.

They didn’t speak anymore.

They sang with their bodies. Moaned in unison. Cried out as one.

And when finally Rose took him again, lowering herself onto him with the grace of a goddess anointed, the others closed in, pressing their bodies together around them, a halo of touch and heat. They all kissed as Rose moved atop him - each wife kissing one another, fingers tangled in hair, mouths opening wide for each other’s gasps.

Jude thrust upward, meeting Rose stroke for stroke until the fire built too hot, too high. She leaned down, breath trembling.

"She’s ready," she gasped. "Give it to her."

He came with a cry that echoed across the grove, the light around them exploding in a column of gold. Every wife climaxed together, their bodies arching, crying out as light burst from their mouths and fingers and thighs.

The tree shook.

A deep groan filled the earth.

The grove went silent.

The petals closed.

They lay together in the moss, glowing softly, tangled and slick, bodies spent but holy.

And in the bark of the tree, a new symbol formed - twelve circles around one.

Their covenant.

Their union.

Their beginning.

They stayed there in the moss, entangled and glowing, the air still heavy with the taste of sweat, sap, and something deeper - like raw magic soaked through skin. Jude lay at the center of them, breath slowing, arms wrapped around the warm softness of Lucy on one side and Sophie on the other. Rose rested against his chest, her cheek nestled just above his heart, the curve of her smile brushing his skin with every quiet exhale.

No one spoke for a long time. They didn’t need to. The silence wasn’t empty - it was full. Heavy. Sacred. Bodies slick with nectar and glowing faintly, they pulsed together like a single being, limbs tangled, fingers brushing lazily, breaths syncing one by one into a gentle rhythm that made the moss beneath them flutter.

The tree behind them no longer shimmered violently. It glowed soft now, like candlelight, watching, satisfied.