Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1404

Chapter 1404: Chapter 1404

A deep, radiant pleasure that flooded his body like light. He gasped, stumbling back, but Rose caught him, guiding him down onto the moss with a gentleness that brought tears to his eyes.

"Let it happen," she whispered, and the others began to touch him.

Hands on his chest, his arms, his thighs.

Mouths kissing his shoulders, his forehead, his lips.

It wasn’t frenzy - it was offering.

One by one, they gave themselves to him again.

Emma straddled his face, moaning softly as his tongue moved against her, her hands gripping Lucy’s waist where she knelt beside him, feeding him her mouth.

Zoey guided his cock between her legs, slow and reverent, riding him with eyes closed, as if she were praying.

Sophie whispered in his ear the whole time - words of devotion, of love, of change.

Natalie and Grace kissed each other above him, their bodies pressed close, their gasps in harmony with the hum of the island.

It wasn’t just sex.

It was a ritual.

A ceremony of union.

Every thrust, every kiss, every moan fed the tree’s glow. Its roots pulsed brighter, and the markings along the bark shimmered with gold. Jude’s body arched with each climax, his groans swallowed by soft mouths, hands guiding him from woman to woman until his seed spilled again and again - on skin, inside heat, shared in kisses.

At the end, they lay tangled, a circle of breath and warmth, sweat slicking their bodies together.

The tree’s hum slowed.

The glow dimmed.

But the change was complete.

They had offered.

They had received.

And now, they belonged.

No one spoke for a long time. They lay in silence beneath the black tree’s presence, their breath syncing, their pulses soft and slow like the tide pulling away from the shore. The moss beneath them was damp and cool, soothing against overheated skin. Light from the ceiling - filtered through cracks they hadn’t noticed before - bathed the chamber in a gentle silver shimmer. Something about it felt like a lullaby, like being held by the world itself.

Jude stared at the twisting canopy of roots above him, Lucy’s head on his chest, Rose curled along his side, her fingers still brushing idly across his stomach. Zoey’s legs were wrapped around his, her cheek pressed to his thigh. Sophie was somewhere near his feet, still humming faintly, even in sleep. The rest of them were a tangle of breath and beauty, limbs entwined with no sense of where one ended and the next began.

He had lost count of how many times they’d made love since sunrise. It had all blurred into one long, sacred joining - waves of touch and sensation, whispered names, pleas for more, and sighs of surrender. And yet none of it felt excessive or indulgent. It felt necessary. Natural. Like the tree had drawn it out of them, or maybe just reminded them what they already knew: they belonged to each other in every possible way.

Rose stirred and kissed his shoulder, then his neck. "You feel it now, don’t you?" she whispered.

Jude nodded. "It’s inside me."

"It always was."

Emma sat up on her elbows, hair tousled, skin flushed, and looked around at the others. "Do you think we’re still ourselves?"

Scarlet, stretched along Natalie’s back like a sleeping cat, opened one eye and said softly, "I think we’re more ourselves than ever."

Grace reached across to twine her fingers with Stella’s. "I don’t feel taken. I feel... awakened."

Sophie pulled herself upright and hugged her knees, watching the tree, her expression unreadable. "So what now? We just... keep surrendering? Let the island take more of us?"

"No," Rose said, propping herself up on her elbow. "This wasn’t surrender. This was union. And the island didn’t take us. We gave ourselves to each other. That’s different."

"But something else is still moving," Layla added. "Something beneath us. Something that’s been waiting."

"The roots," Natalie said. "They go deeper."

Jude sat up slowly, gathering Lucy against his chest as she nuzzled into him. "There’s more to this than we understand. This tree... it’s a key. Not just a shrine."

Scarlet traced the bark with one finger, her lips parted. "I dreamed it grew taller. That it touched the sky."

"And the roots reached the center of the island," Zoey added. "I saw that too."

They exchanged looks, sudden silence between them. The dreams had become collective.

Rose stood and faced them, her body glowing faintly in the dim light. "Then we go deeper. Together. If the tree is growing, we follow its roots."

Emma leaned back and stretched, her long legs unfolding like a cat in the sun. "Should we dress?"

"No," Lucy said, surprising even herself. "I think we should go as we are. The tree didn’t want fabric. It wanted truth."

Jude’s eyes flicked to her, full of pride and awe. She smiled back and leaned in to kiss him, her lips lingering, her tongue flicking over his lower lip before pulling away.

They rose as one, a naked procession of light and pulse, their bodies adorned only with sweat, marks of love, and the invisible shimmer of shared ecstasy. The roots spiraled deeper into the back of the chamber, and as they stepped closer, they saw the passage had changed - wider now, lined with black moss and vines that pulsed faintly, alive.

The air was thicker there, more humid, and smelled like deep earth and crushed petals. As they descended, fingers brushed against walls, hips bumped, arms entwined. Even now, they couldn’t stop touching. It was part of them now, the way they moved, the way they breathed. Connection was no longer a luxury. It was instinct.

The tunnel gave way to a larger chamber - a subterranean cathedral carved by time, water, and the will of the island. A vast pool of black water shimmered at the center, reflecting their bodies back in warped silver. More roots hung from above like chandeliers, dripping faint liquid into the pool with a sound like distant heartbeats.