Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1407

Chapter 1407: Chapter 1407

He staggered back, and the roots above moved. Just slightly, but enough to see. They pulled back like parting curtains, revealing a small staircase behind the pedestal - stone carved, spiraling down into a darkness so deep it shimmered.

The island had shown them the door.

Lucy was on her feet first, crossing to him, licking the nectar from his lips before kissing him deeply. "Where does it lead?"

"I don’t know," he whispered. "But I need to find out."

"We all do," Sophie said from behind them.

Without hesitation, one by one, they followed Jude to the stairs. The spiral path was narrow, barely wide enough for two, and slick with condensation. As they descended, their bodies pressed together, hips brushing, hands slipping into the familiar places they’d already explored again and again.

Rose held Jude’s hand. Lucy held the other. Sophie trailed behind, her fingers ghosting over his spine. He could feel their heartbeats all around him - like a drum circle growing louder with every step.

At the bottom of the stairs, the chamber opened into a vast underground grove. Roots ran like veins through the walls. A shallow stream cut through the middle, glowing faintly green. And there, in the center of the grove, stood the mirror.

Not a mirror in the traditional sense. It was liquid, suspended upright in a stone arch, its surface shimmering like the black pool - but reflective. When they looked into it, they didn’t see their current selves. They saw moments. Fragments. Truths.

Jude saw himself kissing Rose the first night they arrived.

Lucy saw the night she almost left, heartbroken and afraid.

Sophie saw herself screaming at the ocean, missing the children they dreamed they’d had.

Emma saw her own face, eyes red, fists clenched, guarding herself before anyone could ever get in.

And then the reflections changed.

They saw each other.

Making love.

Crying.

Laughing.

Falling apart.

Coming back.

The mirror knew them.

Zoey stepped forward, her voice hoarse. "What is it showing us?"

Rose whispered, "Everything."

Jude reached out. His fingers touched the surface.

It was warm.

The mirror rippled, then opened.

A doorway.

A hum began again, low and intimate.

This was the final gate.

Sophie licked her lips. "If we go through, we’re not the same on the other side."

"No," Jude said. "We’re more."

He turned to face them all, one by one.

"My wives," he said softly. "If I go forward, I want you with me. All of you."

Rose smiled. "Always."

Lucy stepped forward. "To the end."

Emma gave a single nod. "And beyond."

They kissed again - each one of them. A slow, sacred kiss passed between them like a promise.

Then Jude stepped through.

The mirror enveloped him, rippling around his body, swallowing him in warmth and light. The others followed - hands intertwined, lips brushing, hearts open.

And on the other side...

Was light.

Blinding.

Soft.

A sky unlike any they’d ever seen - brilliant red clouds, golden stars in daylight, a sky that sang.

They were on a new version of the island - same trees, same wind, but brighter. Sharper. The ground shimmered with unseen threads. Flowers bloomed at their feet as they stepped. The air was heavy with the scent of sex and wildflowers and the heat of something newly born.

Their bodies were the same... and not.

Jude felt stronger, leaner, his muscles humming beneath his skin. Lucy glowed faintly, her veins pulsing golden. Sophie’s voice, when she spoke, echoed like song.

The island was inside them now.

Or maybe they were inside it.

Rose turned to Jude, pressed her body to his, her hand cupping his cock. "One more time," she whispered. "In this new world. As who we are now."

He groaned, pulled her close, lifted her onto him. She wrapped her legs around him instantly, moaning as he slid into her. The others joined - watching, touching, then joining again, the entire grove once again turned into a temple of flesh and worship and wild, perfect pleasure.

The island sang with them.

And somewhere in the canopy above, another fruit began to grow.

Their rhythm became the heartbeat of the island.

Jude moved inside Rose with a reverence that bordered on worship. Her body clung to his like it had always been made to fit him, her breath hot against his throat as she whispered his name again and again - not with desperation, but with awe, as though rediscovering him in every thrust. Around them, the others formed a sacred circle, not distant observers, but active participants in a ritual they now fully understood.

Lucy knelt at Jude’s side, trailing kisses along Rose’s thigh with the adoration of a lover and the curiosity of a priestess. Her fingers danced along Jude’s side, his sweat glistening beneath her touch. She kissed his ribs, then his lips, while Rose moaned between them.

Sophie moved behind Rose, her hands supporting her hips as she tilted her higher, deeper. She kissed her spine, her shoulder, her neck, whispering her own devotion as Jude drove forward again and again, their shared rhythm growing until the ground beneath them began to pulse.

Emma straddled Jude’s chest, her body glistening, her hands guiding his mouth to her. His tongue met her slick folds with no hesitation, no distraction, even as he filled Rose, even as he drowned in the scent and sound and taste of the ones he loved.

Zoey pressed herself to Lucy, their bodies tangling in a separate but connected dance, Lucy’s hand sliding between her thighs while Zoey cupped her breast, sucking the peak gently, rhythmically, like drawing nectar from a flower.

Natalie lay on her back, thighs open wide, her eyes locked on the sky above where the trees had twisted to form a spiral canopy, the wind threading through like a breath. Stella and Grace knelt beside her, taking turns trailing their tongues over her stomach, her breasts, her thighs, teasing her until her hands fisted in the moss and her cries echoed through the grove.