Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1400

Chapter 1400: Chapter 1400

The pool released them gently, laying them out on soft moss in a clearing none of them had seen before. It was dawn again. The sky above was pink and silver, clouds slow-drifting like lazy dreams. The trees around them pulsed with gold light, the same that now shimmered softly in their veins.

None of them moved at first.

They were dazed, wrecked, glowing.

Jude blinked up at the sky, Lucy’s head on his shoulder, Sophie’s hand on his chest, Rose curled against his hip. Their breathing slowly fell into sync.

"I feel... new," Emma murmured.

"You are," Natalie said, running her fingers over her glowing skin. "We all are."

"We crossed through something," Zoey whispered. "Did we die?"

"No," Rose said, her voice sure. "We were reborn."

Sophie sat up slowly, her hair wild around her face, eyes fierce and alive. "Then what comes next?"

Jude sat up too, looking around at the clearing, at his wives, at the gold that still pulsed beneath their skin.

He smiled.

"Now," he said, "we shape the island."

They stood together in the morning light, naked and shimmering, the air clinging to their skin like a second breath. The moss beneath their feet pulsed faintly with that same golden rhythm now echoing in their blood, and the forest didn’t feel like a place anymore - it felt like part of them. Or maybe they had become part of it.

Lucy took Jude’s hand first. Her fingers were warm, steady, her gaze locked to his as she smiled softly, eyes shining. "We’re different now. All of us."

"Changed," Zoey added, her voice lower, almost reverent. "But not broken."

Rose stepped forward, brushing her hand over the trunk of a nearby tree. The bark shimmered under her touch, responding to her like a lover. "The island listens to us now. It feels what we feel. Wants what we want."

"What do we want?" Emma asked.

Jude looked at each of them - twelve women, twelve pieces of his heart, his life, his soul - and knew that whatever came next, it wouldn’t be like anything they’d experienced before. "We want to live. We want to love. We want to make this place ours."

"Then we begin again," Sophie said.

Stella laughed gently. "Begin what?"

"Everything," Jude said. "A new home. A new rhythm."

Natalie looked around the clearing. "We’ll need shelter. Food. Space to sleep, to build..."

"And to fuck," Scarlet added with a teasing smile.

Grace giggled, brushing her hair over her shoulder. "Especially that."

Zoey gave Jude a crooked grin. "You better rest while you can, love. You’ve got twelve very insatiable women now... all synced to each other’s pleasure."

He flushed, but his cock twitched at her words - and judging by the way several of the others looked down at it, they noticed.

"I don’t want to rest," he said, half-joking.

Lucy leaned in, her lips brushing his jaw. "We know."

Sophie stepped up beside her, eyes serious but full of heat. "Then come back to the treehouse with us. The old one’s still there. The place where we first made love, remember?"

He did. That memory was carved into him - Lucy’s moans echoing through the trees, her back arching, her hands clawing at his chest, the way the light had filtered through the canopy like liquid gold as they came together for the first time.

It felt right to return there.

They walked hand-in-hand through the trees, the island responding to their footsteps with a low, distant hum. The birds didn’t flee, the wind didn’t howl. Everything was still, reverent, as though the land itself recognized what they had become.

When they reached the treehouse, it looked unchanged - tall and wide, woven with vines and leaves, strong enough to hold all thirteen of them. Jude climbed the rope ladder first, then turned to help the others up one by one.

They gathered in the center of the wooden platform, bodies still bare, gleaming with faint golden sheen. The moment stretched between them - anticipation, hunger, a deep aching need that had nothing to do with the island and everything to do with the love they shared.

Lucy stepped forward and cupped Jude’s face in both hands. "Make love to us. Not like before. Not in fear, or fire, or chaos. Just love."

He kissed her gently.

And then the others joined them.

Their bodies entwined slowly at first - kisses soft, hands exploring with quiet reverence. Jude laid Lucy down on the furs first, his mouth trailing over her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. She gasped softly when his tongue found her clit, arching into him with a cry that made the others moan.

Zoey straddled his face then, her taste mixing with Lucy’s on his tongue as he feasted on both women, switching between them until they were panting, gripping his hair, grinding into his mouth. Sophie knelt beside him, guiding his cock into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his as she took him deep, her moans vibrating down his length.

Rose kissed Lucy as she came, their lips locked, bodies trembling. Emma lay beside them, spreading her thighs as Scarlet licked her slowly, fingers teasing her entrance as she begged for more.

Jude flipped Sophie onto her back, driving into her with a slow, powerful thrust that made her cry out. He braced himself above her, kissing her lips, her throat, her breasts, each motion building until she clenched around him and shattered beneath his body.

He moved from one to the next, taking his time, loving each of them deeply - inside and out. Natalie wrapped her legs around his waist and whispered that she loved him over and over again. Stella clawed at his back, biting his neck as she rode him hard, wild, desperate. Grace cried when he entered her, overwhelmed by the emotion of it, of feeling him inside her again while surrounded by her sisters.

They made love for hours, limbs tangled, sweat dripping, breath stolen. The treehouse rocked beneath them, but never groaned. The island held them. Welcomed them.