Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1406

Chapter 1406: Chapter 1406

The passage led downward, curving into the belly of the island itself. As they walked, the walls shimmered with a pulse of light that matched the rhythm of their own bodies. It felt like being inside a living heartbeat.

When they emerged into the next chamber, the air changed again.

Warm.

Sweet.

Thick with scent - something floral, musky, and heady like night-blooming orchids mixed with the ozone of an incoming storm. In the center of the room stood a pedestal made of twisted roots, and atop it rested a single object: a fruit.

It looked like a fig, but it pulsed faintly. Its skin was the deepest crimson, and it glistened as though freshly picked, though no tree stood nearby.

No one moved.

Then Lucy stepped forward. "It’s the seed."

Jude stared. "Seed?"

Lucy turned to him, her eyes glowing faintly. "The fruit contains the beginning and the end. It’s what fed the tree. It’s what will feed us."

Sophie swallowed hard. "So... one of us has to eat it?"

Rose approached, resting a hand on Lucy’s back. "No. We all do. Together."

With reverence, she lifted the fruit and peeled it open slowly. The skin parted easily, revealing inner flesh that glowed softly, dripping with nectar the color of blood and gold.

Rose dipped her fingers inside and brought them to Jude’s lips.

He opened them instinctively, letting the taste flood his mouth.

It was indescribable - like memory and sunlight and sex and sorrow all at once. He moaned low in his throat, his body arching slightly as the taste sank into him. Behind him, he heard a collective gasp.

Lucy stepped forward and took Rose’s hand, licking the nectar from her fingers, eyes closing, lashes fluttering. Then Emma, then Grace, then Natalie. Each one fed from Rose’s hand, each one crying out softly with the overwhelming rush that came with it.

When Zoey tasted it, she let out a strangled sound, her knees buckling slightly. Jude caught her, held her, kissed her lips to share the sweetness lingering there.

The fruit was passed from hand to hand, from tongue to tongue, until it was gone.

And then the room changed.

The roots above pulsed brighter. The scent deepened. A low thrum filled the chamber like the sound of desire made physical.

And the need returned.

Not like before.

Deeper.

More desperate.

Rose moved first, pulling Jude into her arms, kissing him hard. He groaned against her, hands already exploring her body again, every inch of her vibrating with energy. Lucy pressed against his back, her breasts soft, her mouth open against his shoulder. Sophie dropped to her knees, kissing Jude’s stomach, her hands guiding his hips forward.

Then Scarlet was there, her mouth finding his. And behind her, Stella and Grace, hands roaming, legs parting.

It became a storm.

Bodies pressed together in every direction - tongues tangled, hips rolled, thighs opened and closed. Jude moved from woman to woman, giving and receiving, filled with mouths and hands and heat. He felt himself melt into them, felt himself become something more.

Inside Lucy again, he came with a shout, only to be pulled into Emma’s arms a moment later, her slickness already wet against his thigh. Zoey straddled his face, grinding slowly, her moans swallowed by Natalie’s mouth.

He didn’t know whose fingers were inside him, whose mouth was on his cock, whose cries filled the air - but it didn’t matter.

They were one.

One body.

One breath.

One becoming.

And when they finally collapsed, panting, shaking, spent and overflowing, the pedestal had changed.

The fruit was whole again.

Ripened.

Waiting.

And this time, it pulsed with their glow.

Jude lay on his back, chest rising and falling slowly, the last tremors of release still echoing through his limbs. Around him, bodies glistened with sweat and glowing nectar, tangled in pairs and trios and more, breathing in sync, eyes half-lidded, dreamy and dazed. The cavern was warm now - no longer damp or eerie, but womb-like, cradling them in a living hush.

The fruit sat renewed on the pedestal, pulsing gently in the dim red glow. No one moved to touch it this time. Not yet. It was waiting - watching. Or perhaps listening. And maybe that was the truth of it: the island wasn’t acting. It was responding.

Lucy curled into Jude’s side, her fingers still sticky with nectar, dragging lazy circles over his chest. She looked up at him, her smile soft and wild. "We’ve crossed over."

He turned his head, kissed her temple. "I know."

Sophie stretched beside them, eyes on the roots above, her voice a whisper. "What happens when the fruit is eaten again?"

Rose rolled onto her side, her lips still parted, the flush of climax painting her cheeks. "Then the island sings."

A silence followed, not shocked or afraid - just reverent. They all felt it now. Whatever they had stirred, it wasn’t done. It had only just begun.

Scarlet sat up and reached for her braid, undoing it slowly, strands falling like a curtain around her flushed face. "There’s no going back, is there?"

"No," Stella said softly, running her hands over Grace’s thigh. "But I don’t want to."

Jude exhaled, rising slowly. His legs were shaky but certain. He approached the pedestal, naked and unashamed, his skin marked with love bites and sacred oil. The fruit pulsed in response to his presence.

This time, he didn’t peel it.

He bit.

The skin broke with a soft pop, and sweet juice spilled down his chin, his chest. It was richer than before - heavier, soaked with everything they had become. The moment the taste hit his tongue, his knees nearly buckled. He felt them all - every thought, every memory, every moan, every desire.

Lucy gasping.

Emma trembling.

Rose whispering his name between kisses.

The way Zoey had looked at him just before she came undone on his tongue.

It all poured into him in a flood of pleasure and knowledge. And with it came something new - something ancient.