Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1401

Chapter 1401: Chapter 1401

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.

They collapsed in a heap, panting, glowing, trembling.

Jude lay in the center of them, covered in kisses, scratches, whispers of love and pleasure.

"I could stay here forever," Emma murmured, nuzzled into his side.

"You will," Rose said. "We all will."

Jude closed his eyes.

And for the first time since arriving on the island -

He truly felt home.

Sometime before dawn, when the world was hushed in velvet shadow and the others had drifted into soft, exhausted sleep, Jude found himself lying awake. The warmth of twelve bodies wrapped around him like a living blanket - limbs draped over limbs, breasts pressed to backs, legs tangled in a slow, perfect chaos. Their breath rose and fell in synchrony, a lullaby of contentment.

But his mind refused to rest.

Not from fear.

Not from doubt.

From awe.

Lucy stirred beside him, her skin sticky with the sheen of their lovemaking, her cheek pressed to his chest. Her lips grazed over his heartbeat in a sleep-murmured kiss. The others murmured and shifted, but no one woke. It was like the island had granted them a rare moment of peace - no hums, no flickers in the woods, no strange melodies vibrating through the trees.

He slipped out from beneath them carefully, kissing each forehead he passed - Sophie’s, Zoey’s, Grace’s, Stella’s, all the way around. Even Rose, her lips curved in sleep, glowing faintly gold beneath her closed lids. She’d once terrified him with that smile. Now it made him ache.

The breeze on the platform was cool as he stepped onto the outer deck, naked and damp with their shared pleasure. Below him, the forest stretched, infinite and shadowed, still and waiting. He inhaled deeply, letting the scent of leaves, sweat, and something older fill his lungs.

"You can’t sleep either?" a voice said behind him.

He turned.

Emma.

She stepped out onto the deck, also nude, also glowing. Her hair spilled in tangles down her back, and her thighs still bore faint marks from where Scarlet’s hands had gripped her earlier. She didn’t cover herself. She didn’t have to.

He smiled softly. "Did I wake you?"

"I felt you leave," she said, stepping closer. "And I felt you thinking."

He chuckled low. "That obvious?"

She ran her fingers over his shoulder. "To me."

They stood in silence together, side by side, their skin nearly touching.

"What we did in the clearing," she said softly, "the water, the light - it wasn’t just sex."

"I know."

"It was... communion. A binding."

Jude nodded. "We became something new."

Emma turned toward him, her voice lowering. "But we’re still individuals too. I still feel me. You. Us."

"I do too."

She tilted her head. "So what happens now?"

He looked out at the trees again. "We follow the island’s rhythm. But we shape the beat."

Emma smiled. "That sounds like poetry."

"I guess it is."

Her hand slid into his, and they stood like that until the horizon began to warm with the first glow of morning.

Back inside, the others were waking slowly - stretching, kissing, pulling each other close again. There was no urgency. Just warmth. Soft laughter. Lingering touches. Grace curled up in Sophie’s lap, humming quietly while Sophie combed her fingers through her hair. Zoey spooned Natalie, whispering something that made her giggle and squirm. Rose watched it all with a serenity that almost looked holy.

They didn’t dress.

No one wanted to.

The clothes felt distant, unnecessary - like armor no longer needed in a place that no longer threatened.

"Let’s make breakfast," Stella said brightly, standing and stretching with a satisfied moan. "And I mean real food. None of that dried root crap."

"We still have those fruit stores from the river grove," Natalie offered. "And honey."

"I’ll help," Lucy said, rising and wrapping her arms around Stella from behind.

"I’ll go fetch water," Zoey added.

"I’ll go with you," Jude said, pulling on only a loose wrap to cover himself.

Their fingers touched again as they descended, walking toward the river through the misty trees. The jungle didn’t feel like it used to - it felt quieter, gentler, but watchful. Jude could sense it. Like the trees themselves were leaning closer to hear what they would do next.

As Zoey filled the water jugs, she turned to him.

"You know it’s not over, right?"

Jude nodded. "I know."

"This peace..." She paused. "It’s not the end. It’s the eye of the storm."

"What do you think is coming?"

"I don’t know," she said. "But the island isn’t just watching. It’s... waiting."

"For what?"

"For us to choose. I think that’s the key."

They carried the water back to camp where the others were already gathered. The scent of roasted fruit and wild herbs filled the air, mingled with laughter and light kisses. It felt like something ancient - like a tribe gathering at dawn, linked not by duty, but by shared breath and pleasure.

They ate together, their bodies close, hands constantly touching, as if separation had become unbearable. Afterward, Jude pulled Lucy into his lap, brushing her hair from her face as he kissed her shoulder.

Sophie stood.

She walked slowly into the center of the space and looked around at each of them.

"I’ve made my choice," she said.

Everyone quieted.

Jude rose slightly. "What choice?"

"I’ve seen what Rose saw. I’ve felt it." Sophie’s voice was calm, unwavering. "The island doesn’t take us. We give ourselves. That’s the magic. That’s the transformation."