Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1397

Chapter 1397: Chapter 1397

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.

No larger than a thumb, black and gold and pulsing with warmth.

It rose to the surface and hovered, spinning in the air above the water, dripping and glowing, humming with the same frequency they’d all come to recognize.

Rose reached for it first, but paused, her hand trembling.

"It’s yours," she said, looking to Jude.

He didn’t argue.

He waded forward through the water, the others parting for him silently, their eyes on the floating seed. It hovered just within reach, vibrating faintly. As he closed his fingers around it, a heat shot through his palm, not painful but powerful - like holding lightning tamed by love.

The moment he closed his hand, the chamber shifted.

The water receded.

The walls pulled back.

And the stars above swirled faster.

They stood now on dry stone, surrounded by soft wind, their naked bodies illuminated from above. The seed glowed faintly in his hand, and a pulse echoed through the ground - a heartbeat not his own.

"We’ve been given something," Lucy said, staring at it.

Zoey tilted her head. "Or charged with something."

Sophie frowned. "We don’t even know what it is."

Emma stepped forward and pressed a kiss to Jude’s chest, right over his heart. "But it came from us."

"It is us," Grace added.

Jude looked around at them, and for a terrifying, thrilling moment, he saw them differently. Not just women - not even just his wives. They were each a flame. A star. A goddess wearing skin. And he was not separate from them. He was their echo, their mirror, their match. They didn’t follow him, and he didn’t lead them. They moved together.

The hum of the island rose again.

But this time, it was theirs.

The seed melted into his palm, absorbed like breath into lungs.

And from the walls around them, vines bloomed suddenly, flowering with gold-petaled blossoms, wide and slick with dew, releasing a scent that made every one of them shiver.

Lucy moaned softly. "Oh no..."

Susan smirked. "Oh yes."

Jude’s cock stirred again, impossibly responsive. Around him, the others responded in kind - nipples hardening, thighs rubbing, mouths parting.

Rose stepped in front of him, eyes burning. "The island isn’t done with us."

He smiled.

Then he reached for her, pulled her in, kissed her like he had all the time in the world. And the world, just for them, paused again.

Rose gasped against his mouth, her fingers tangling in his wet hair as his tongue slid between her lips. The kiss deepened instantly, not slow, not tender - hungry. Their bodies pressed together, slick with the remnants of the pool, their skin humming with something more than arousal. Around them, the vines continued to bloom, releasing that scent - heady, intoxicating, filled with heat and memory. It made their limbs feel weightless, their pulses quicken, their mouths part with low, breathless sounds.

The others moved closer, circling like shadows drawn to firelight.

Lucy wrapped her arms around Jude from behind, pressing her breasts to his back, kissing his neck as her hands slid down his chest, teasing the line of his stomach. Her voice, low and sultry, whispered against his ear, "You feel it too, don’t you? That pressure inside, begging to be released again."

Zoey came next, crouching at his feet, her lips brushing his thigh as her hands slid over his hips. "We’re not finished with you, Jude. Not even close."

Emma took his hand and kissed his knuckles one by one, her eyes bright with heat. "You’re ours now. In every way."

His cock hardened with agonizing swiftness, twitching between his legs, and the women moaned softly in response - an instinctual sound, synchronized, as if the sight of him aroused them as deeply as their own desire.

Grace was the first to drop to her knees, her fingers stroking the inside of his thighs while her lips parted just above his tip. "You gave us everything," she whispered. "Now let us give it back."

He groaned as her mouth closed around him, wet and warm, her tongue slow and deliberate. Lucy kept her grip on his chest, licking his neck as her hips pressed against the curve of his ass. Zoey kissed his stomach, then licked lower, her mouth joining Grace’s, the sensation of both tongues - soft and greedy - making his legs tremble.

"Fuck," he hissed, eyes closing.

He barely noticed Rose guiding him downward until he was on his back against a bed of soft moss, surrounded by naked bodies glowing in golden light. They touched him, kissed him, worshipped him. Emma straddled his chest, guiding his mouth to her folds, moaning loudly as his tongue found her clit. She ground against him with slow circles, her fingers in his hair, thighs shaking as she rode his face.

Susan leaned down to kiss him between Emma’s movements, her lips sticky-sweet, her breath shallow. "You’re everything to us."

He couldn’t answer - not with Emma’s moans vibrating through his jaw - but his hands gripped her ass, pulling her down, devouring her as she came hard against his mouth. Her cry was high and shattering, and the others responded with moans of their own.

Then Lucy was on him again, lowering herself slowly onto his cock, her head falling back as she took him inch by inch. "So deep," she gasped, "you always fill me so deep..."

Jude thrust up into her, his hands gripping her hips, and she cried out as he began to move inside her, fast and desperate, their bodies slapping together with wet sounds, her breasts bouncing as she rode him harder, until she came with a sharp cry and collapsed over him.