Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women -
Chapter 1363
Chapter 1363: Chapter 1363
Zoey wrapped her arms around Sophie from behind, pulling her away from Rose and lowering her to the floor. "I want you loud," she whispered, already pushing two fingers deep inside her as Sophie gasped, her hips arching.
The room became breath and moan and rhythm.
Bodies joined and parted and joined again.
No one stopped.
No one needed to.
Jude slid from Lucy to Emma next, pulling her onto his lap as she rode him, her head thrown back, his mouth on her breasts. Her moans were high and sharp, and when she came, her nails raked down his chest, marking him like the island had marked them all.
Sophie was next.
She didn’t wait.
She pushed Jude down, climbed over him, and took him inside with a growl, grinding hard, her thighs trembling as she found her own rhythm. She kissed him, open-mouthed and deep, and when she came, she bit his lip and tasted blood.
He loved it.
By the time Zoey mounted him, slick and wild, her hands tangled in his hair, Jude was near breaking. But she knew just how to ride him - slow, deep, curling her hips in tight spirals that drove him to the edge without pushing him over. She kissed him and whispered, "Don’t come yet."
"I’m close."
"Good," she growled, "I want to come with you."
Lucy lay beneath them now, her mouth on his balls, her tongue tracing slow circles as Zoey rode him harder. The others circled close - Rose’s fingers dancing over his chest, Grace’s lips brushing his neck, Stella stroking his hair, Scarlet licking Lucy’s thighs, all of them murmuring his name like a chant.
And then -
It crested.
Jude came, hard, groaning into Zoey’s mouth as her own climax broke over her like a wave, her back arching, muscles seizing, the room spinning. Lucy’s mouth swallowed the heat of him, licked him clean, kissed him as he shuddered.
But the others didn’t stop.
They pressed in, lifting him, dragging him to the bed where Sophie was already spread and waiting. He didn’t even soften. The island wouldn’t let him.
He took her.
Then Grace.
Then Natalie.
Then Scarlet, who begged him to take her mouth and her ass at once, and he did - Lucy kneeling beneath her, sucking her clit as Jude filled her from behind, the three of them locked in a spiral that made Scarlet scream his name until her voice broke.
Outside, the trees hummed again.
The song returned - low and distant but familiar.
The spiral never ended.
It only grew.
At some point, they collapsed together in a pile of limbs and heat, chests rising, sweat slicking every inch of skin. No one knew who they were holding. They didn’t need to. They were all one now - flesh and breath and pulse.
Jude lay at the center, his body covered in scratches, bites, kisses.
The women curled around him - sated, glowing, still softly touching, murmuring in sleep or dazed bliss.
And outside, the spiral began to appear in the sky.
Not carved.
Not glowing.
But formed by clouds and stars.
The island wasn’t just changing.
It was ascending.
And they were its heart.
Jude woke to the soft brush of fingers across his chest, slow and reverent, like someone mapping the rise and fall of his breath. The morning light was dim - filtered through layers of mist and foliage - but it cast everything in a golden, honey-warm glow. He opened his eyes to find Rose watching him, her legs draped over his, her naked body half beneath the woven sheets, though the curve of her hip was bare and glistening.
"You didn’t dream," she said softly, her fingers still tracing over him. "Not last night."
He swallowed, throat dry. "How do you know?"
"Because none of us did. Not a single dream. The island was full of us instead."
Jude turned his head. Around them, the others were still asleep, entangled in a web of soft limbs and lazy sighs. Lucy lay on his right side, her cheek resting on his shoulder, one hand on his stomach. Sophie and Emma had fallen asleep facing each other, legs wrapped together like vines. Zoey had collapsed beside Grace, both on their stomachs, arms sprawled over the other’s back. Natalie, Stella, and Scarlet curled like a single body, limbs so closely twined it was impossible to tell who was holding whom.
There was no shame. No awkwardness. Just heat and serenity.
Rose leaned forward and kissed the space over his heart. "You felt it. All of us did. That wasn’t just pleasure. It was... communion."
"I know," Jude whispered. His body still ached. Not from exhaustion, but from the depth of what they’d shared.
The room smelled of skin and salt, flowers and fire. The spiral they’d all traced in flesh and motion was now imprinted on their bodies, not only in symbols, but in the way they moved, the way they breathed. Even asleep, they matched one another’s rhythms.
Outside, the mist had thickened, glowing faintly. Jude sat up, pulling Lucy closer, and she stirred, nuzzling into his chest before yawning. Her smile was slow and sleepy.
"Morning," she murmured, not yet opening her eyes.
"Did you feel it too?" he asked.
"Mmm." She smiled wider. "Everything."
Rose stood, her wrap falling around her shoulders like silk. "She’s awake again. Listen."
They did.
And deep beneath the stillness, beneath the birdsong and rustle of trees, they heard it - the hum. Faint but distinct. The island’s pulse. But it had changed.
Before, it was a summons.
Now, it was a response.
"She’s speaking back," Emma said, sitting up, brushing hair from her face.
Sophie nodded. "Because we offered. And she accepted."
"We need to see the altar," Natalie said suddenly. "Not the old one. The new one. The spiral pool."
Rose was already reaching for Jude’s hand. "Come. You need to see what you left behind."
They dressed only in thin wraps, leaving most of their bodies bare to the heat.
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