Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1366

Chapter 1366: Chapter 1366

He pushed her against the half-finished frame of a wall, tugged her wrap aside, and slid inside her with a low groan. She gasped and laughed and held tight to the frame as he moved deep and slow. Her eyes never left his.

And when she came, she whispered, "This is ours."

All around them, the others worked and loved in tandem. Grace straddled Natalie under a tree, the two of them covered in leaves and kisses. Scarlet and Stella built a corner frame then collapsed into it, grinding against each other with shared moans. Emma climbed up behind Zoey as she tied a beam and fucked her from behind with her fingers, breath hot against her neck.

By the time the sun began to set, the foundation of their new home was glowing - not with tools, but with touch. Every beam, every corner, every root held the mark of their bodies.

And when darkness fell, they gathered in the center again, beneath the open sky.

Rose stepped forward. "Tonight, we don’t wait for her. Tonight, we give her what we are. Together."

And as they fell together again - twelve women and one man - the spiral lit up above them in the stars.

They moved like water.

There was no beginning and no end, only the rhythm - the soft rustle of skin against skin, the flutter of lips trailing down a spine, the breathless gasp as mouths met in the dark. Jude lay on his back at the center of the circle, his chest rising and falling slowly, body marked with the lingering warmth of every kiss, every touch, every whispered promise. The ground beneath him was soft with moss and roots, cradling him as though the earth itself had opened to receive them.

Lucy straddled him first again, her hair wild and unbound, falling in a curtain around their faces. She lowered herself onto him in a slow, aching slide, sighing his name into his mouth. Her hands pressed against his chest, grounding herself as she began to ride him, slow and steady, hips rolling with the grace of a wave meeting shore. Around them, the others began to stir, drawn like moths to flame.

Sophie kissed Lucy’s shoulder and then leaned down to kiss Jude, their mouths brushing in a long, lingering connection. Behind them, Zoey and Emma were already tangled, Zoey pressed against a tree, her head thrown back in a silent cry as Emma’s fingers slid between her legs.

The heat spread quickly, deepening. Grace and Natalie had knelt at Jude’s sides, each kissing along his arms, their lips soft and reverent. Scarlet slid between his legs, her mouth hot and hungry on his thigh, teasing, while Stella pressed herself to his side, nuzzling her cheek to his ribs, whispering to herself in a language the island seemed to breathe along with.

Rose was last to move. She stood back for a while, watching, eyes aglow, her body wrapped in sheer fabric that the wind barely disturbed. She was the high note in the harmony, the conductor of their sacred song. And when she stepped forward, the others moved aside instinctively, their bodies still in motion, but their eyes drawn to her.

Lucy gasped, her rhythm faltering as Rose moved behind her, hands sliding over her hips, her stomach, her breasts. Rose pressed herself against Lucy’s back, guiding her, deepening the thrusts as Jude held onto her thighs and pushed upward into both of them. Lucy leaned back into her, head on Rose’s shoulder, mouth open in breathless surrender.

Jude looked up at them - Rose and Lucy, one flushed with exertion, the other glowing like a goddess - and felt himself unraveling again.

But the moment didn’t break. It expanded.

Natalie crawled over him next, gently urging Lucy off. Lucy kissed Jude one more time before rolling away into Scarlet’s waiting arms. Natalie lowered herself slowly, already wet and ready, her fingers gripping his shoulders as she began to move with a needy, purposeful rhythm. She didn’t close her eyes. She watched him. Studied every expression as if memorizing the shape of his pleasure.

Sophie leaned in behind Natalie, kissing her neck, trailing her tongue down the curve of her back. Jude reached up and pulled Sophie down, kissing her hungrily, moaning into her mouth as Natalie tightened around him and began to shake. The three of them moved together, tangled in sweat and hair and soft cries, until Natalie came with a cry and collapsed against Jude’s chest.

Then Sophie claimed her place.

The others kept moving, kept touching, pairing off and switching again like dancers in a divine performance. Zoey and Lucy kissed beneath a branch that still glowed faintly from the spiral light. Grace and Emma lay on the moss, fingers tangled inside one another, mouths pressed together in long, wet kisses. Stella and Scarlet circled one another like wild things, eyes locked, until Stella grabbed Scarlet’s hair and pulled her into a kiss so deep it made them both shiver.

Jude was buried inside Sophie, her breath hitching with every thrust, her nails digging into his chest. She didn’t moan; she groaned , low and rough, riding him with abandon. Her braid fell loose, scattering over her shoulders, her breasts bouncing as she leaned back, using him as her anchor and her engine. When she finally came, it was with a hoarse cry and a fierce kiss, biting his lip hard enough to sting.

And then Grace.

Then Emma.

Then Stella.

Each one slid onto him like they’d been made for it, their bodies molding to his, their moans harmonizing with the hum in the air, the island’s pulse echoing louder and faster with every climax. They didn’t just take turns - they overlapped. One kissed his mouth while another rode his thighs. One stroked his hair while another kissed his chest. Mouths, hands, bodies - every inch of him was claimed and worshipped.

By the time Rose approached, again the last, again the slowest, the stars had shifted.