Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1408

Chapter 1408: Chapter 1408

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.

Scarlet, radiant in the way only she could be, stood at the edge of it all, her body lit by a shaft of golden light filtering through the canopy. Her hand moved over herself slowly, deliberately, her gaze fixed on Jude. She didn’t speak, didn’t need to - her pleasure was a silent offering, a pulse of power that moved through the others like fire through dry leaves.

Jude came inside Rose with a deep groan, holding her tight, their mouths fused in a kiss that tasted like eternity. She trembled around him, her moans rising in pitch until they spilled into a long, keening cry that lifted into the trees like an invocation.

But it didn’t stop.

It couldn’t.

The desire between them hadn’t burned out. It had evolved. Shifted. Taken root in the very soil around them. The earth itself trembled with it, vines curling, flowers blooming wide and dripping dew as if climaxing with them.

Jude shifted, still hard, still throbbing, as Sophie moved to straddle him next. Her eyes locked with his, dark and wild.

"Let me have you," she whispered.

"You already do," he said.

Her body welcomed him in an instant, slick and ready. She rode him with slow, grinding waves, her hands braced on his chest, her hair falling around them like a curtain of flame. Lucy curled against his side, her fingers trailing between Sophie’s thighs, drawing soft circles that made Sophie shiver and moan, made her grind harder until her climax came in sharp, rhythmic bursts.

Grace moved between Sophie and Jude, kissing them both, her tongue tangling between their mouths. The three of them moved in sync - kiss, thrust, stroke - as if guided by the same melody humming in their blood.

Emma joined next, sliding behind Lucy, pressing kisses along her spine as she slipped two fingers inside her, slow and deep, curling just right. Lucy gasped, one hand gripping Emma’s wrist, the other tugging Zoey’s mouth to hers again. They kissed like they hadn’t in weeks, hungry and frantic, bodies pressed together so tightly the lines blurred.

Stella and Natalie tangled together in the moss, wrapped in each other’s arms like ivy vines, legs locking, slick cores grinding in a slow, desperate rhythm. Their moans rose and fell in harmony, fingers clenched in hair, lips biting shoulders, thighs trembling with the force of their union.

Scarlet stepped into the circle now, her body glowing with that strange golden sheen, her mouth already parting as she knelt over Jude’s face. He welcomed her eagerly, licking into her heat, tasting her deeply as Sophie’s pace above him increased. Their bodies formed a cross - Sophie riding him, Scarlet riding his tongue - and his hands gripped both of them, one on each hip, grounding them to him.

They shattered together.

One after the other, their cries echoed through the grove.

Sophie threw her head back and screamed his name.

Scarlet whimpered, her voice breaking as her thighs clamped around Jude’s face.

Lucy collapsed beside him, panting, her body twitching from Emma’s relentless fingers.

Zoey moaned into Grace’s mouth, her orgasm silent but powerful, her whole body locking tight before melting.

Natalie sobbed into Stella’s shoulder, their cores still grinding as if seeking just one more high, one more wave.

And still, the island pulsed.

The mirror behind them shimmered, not reflective now, but alive. It pulsed red and gold, a living flame that wrapped the grove in warmth and desire and something bigger - something ancient.

Jude lay back, surrounded by his wives, their bodies a tangle of heat and breath, sweat and love. Each one of them pressed against him, their skin flushed, their lips swollen, their eyes glassy with pleasure and something deeper.

He reached out, brushing his fingers over Lucy’s cheek. She turned into his touch, sighing.

"It’s not just sex anymore," she whispered again.

He nodded. "It’s communion."

They all knew it now. The island wasn’t transforming them. It was revealing them. This - what they’d just done - wasn’t forbidden or wrong. It was sacred. Necessary. A ritual of union, not possession. Of truth, not madness.

The vines above twisted again, slowly, lazily, like satisfied lovers stretching after climax. New flowers opened in the canopy, glowing softly, scenting the air with something warm and heady. The stream at the center of the grove glowed brighter, the water now deep pink, sparkling like liquid opal.

Rose sat up slowly, brushing her hair back, her skin glowing with the afterglow of both ecstasy and power.

"The fruit is blooming again," she said.

They looked to the pedestal.

She was right.

This time, there were three.

Each glowing.

Each waiting.

Jude sat up, the breath caught in his chest.

"Three gates," Sophie murmured.

"Three paths," Zoey added.

"But we go together," Emma said.

Rose smiled, her eyes locked with Jude’s. "Always."

And as they crawled into each other’s arms again, limbs still trembling and breath still short, they all understood - this wasn’t the end of the ritual.

It was only the beginning.

They lay together in the glowing grove, their skin cooling beneath the strange new sky, the still air thick with the scent of pleasure and pollen. Jude lay in the center, his head nestled between Lucy and Sophie, while the rest of the wives curled into him like petals folding around a stem. Their bodies ached in the best ways - used, worshiped, loved - and yet none of them were tired. If anything, the island’s rhythm inside them was building again, the tempo rising like a drumbeat before another dance.

Three fruits now pulsed on the pedestal, each one a different hue - crimson, gold, and violet. Each one calling to something specific in them.