Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1396

Chapter 1396: Chapter 1396

He kissed her neck as he lifted her, letting her sink onto him, both of them moaning as he filled her again, her body so wet and warm it didn’t feel like separate flesh anymore - just joined. She rolled her hips slowly, grinding into him, her lips brushing his jaw, his ear, his mouth.

"Take me," she whispered. "And then take them all."

He did.

Not out of duty, but out of pure, blinding desire.

He moved with Lucy until she cried out, legs trembling, body shaking around him in waves. Then she slid off, still panting, and Grace took her place, stroking his face as she kissed him, whispering a soft please before guiding him into her. The pool shivered beneath them, glowing brighter, the gold veins pulsing in time with their bodies.

Every woman came to him.

Stella bent over in the shallows, moaning as he took her from behind, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her cries echoed by Susan, who kissed her mouth to muffle the sound.

Emma rode him facing away, her hands resting on his knees, grinding her hips with slow, devastating circles that made him curse under his breath.

Natalie took him in her mouth again, sinking beneath the water, her lips and tongue stealing his breath while her hand stroked Grace’s inner thigh beside her.

Zoey kissed him while Sophie kissed Emma.

Scarlet lay on her back at the edge, legs wide, water lapping at her hips as Jude knelt between them, plunging deep, making her scream his name.

They all shared him, loved him, offered him every part of themselves. And he gave them everything in return.

Orgasm after orgasm rolled through the water like a rising tide. It was no longer just sex. It was communion. Worship. Devotion.

They weren’t just one man and twelve women anymore.

They were a single body, a single breath, a single fire burning in the belly of the world.

And when Jude finally cried out, climaxing again inside Rose, who clung to him with tears streaming down her cheeks, the pool glowed gold around them, rising in a perfect ripple that pulsed outward into the stone walls, into the city above, into the sky itself.

And the stars - oh, the stars - flared like they were climaxing too.

Light swallowed them.

Heat surrounded them.

And for a long, infinite moment...

They were everything.

The light faded slowly, not all at once. Like the soft closing of a lover’s eyes after a long kiss, it dimmed from brilliant gold to a silvery glow, shimmering on the surface of the now-still water. Their bodies floated together, half-lost in the afterglow and the warmth of the pool, their limbs entangled, skin slick and shining in the fading radiance.

Jude felt weightless, not just in body but in spirit. The others clung to him gently, not in desperation, but in comfort. Lucy’s fingers threaded with his under the water. Rose rested against his shoulder, her breathing steady, her lips still swollen from kissing. Zoey floated on her back nearby, humming a soft note that carried across the surface like a lullaby. It matched the hum of the chamber - the island still breathing through them, slower now, as if it too had climaxed.

No one spoke at first. Words would have broken something sacred.

It was Sophie who finally stirred, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. "Did we... change something?"

Emma, lying beside her, turned her head to press a kiss against her shoulder. "Or maybe something changed us."

"We’re still here," Grace whispered, almost in disbelief. "Still ourselves."

"But more," Natalie added, brushing a hand along the water’s edge, sending tiny ripples across the mirrored surface. "Like we’ve cracked open."

Jude looked around them - twelve women he had loved, touched, cherished. Each marked by what they’d just done. Not just physically, though the redness of their skin and the bite marks and scratches said enough. But something deeper shimmered in their eyes, their expressions. They had let something in. Or maybe it had been in them all along.

"We’ve crossed into something we can’t go back from," Rose said softly, her voice resonating like a note in a hollow bone. "The island knows us now. Completely."

"And we know it," Susan said. "That light... it saw everything."

Scarlet, lounging against the pool’s edge, eyes half-lidded, ran her fingers along Jude’s calf under the water. "And still it didn’t destroy us. It welcomed us."

"It wants us," Stella murmured. "Like we were made for it."

Jude ran his hands back through his wet hair, exhaling slowly. "Then what now?"

Sophie leaned forward, her eyes hard but not cold. "Now we decide what it means. That this island accepted us doesn’t mean we stop thinking for ourselves."

"But maybe thinking is the problem," Zoey said, raising her head slightly. "I felt more truth in that moment than I ever did trying to reason it out."

Emma reached for Jude’s face, cradling his jaw. "You were the center of it, Jude. The heart. We all felt it."

He closed his eyes for a moment. Her touch grounded him, but it didn’t erase the images still burned behind his eyelids - the way Rose had looked beneath him, hair floating in golden water, moaning his name like it was sacred. The way Lucy had cried when she came, shaking as if some final wall in her had crumbled. The way every single one of them had wrapped around him, welcomed him, opened to him like the island itself.

"I don’t feel human anymore," he admitted quietly.

Lucy squeezed his fingers. "You feel like us."

The water beneath them began to stir again - not from their bodies this time, but from the depths. A swirl of motion, gentle but persistent, pulling toward the center of the pool. The light returned, not bright, but focused now - spiraling beneath the surface like a distant star.

They all turned to watch as the glow formed into a shape.

A seed.