Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1409

Chapter 1409: Chapter 1409

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.

Jude sat up slowly, brushing a lock of Emma’s hair behind her ear as she stirred against his thigh. "We should choose."

"They want us to," Rose said, her voice dreamy, her fingers lazily tracing spirals across Natalie’s back. "That’s what the mirror meant. The fruits are doors. We don’t just follow anymore. We decide."

Sophie rose onto her elbows, her bare skin streaked with moss and sweat. "What happens when we pick the wrong one?"

Scarlet let out a soft, sultry laugh as she stretched like a cat. "I don’t think there’s a wrong one. Just... different truths."

"They’ll all change us," Stella said softly. "But we’ll still be us."

Zoey stood first, her eyes locked on the crimson fruit. "That one’s calling to me."

Lucy followed her gaze. "Then let’s follow it."

Jude rose, his body still buzzing, and approached the pedestal. As he got closer, the fruits pulsed stronger, like hearts beating faster with anticipation. He reached for the crimson one, but Zoey stopped him gently, placing her hand on his wrist.

"Not you. Me first this time."

He searched her eyes - sharp, steady, burning with conviction. He nodded and stepped back.

Zoey stepped up to the fruit, her fingers brushing its skin. It was warm - almost hot. As she gripped it, the grove trembled.

The moment she took a bite, her eyes fluttered shut, and she gasped.

Her body tensed, then arched, and she dropped to her knees, panting. A strange wind rippled through the grove, sweeping over them all like a sensual shiver. Zoey’s back arched higher, her breasts thrust upward, nipples tightening as if kissed by unseen lips. Her moans grew louder, deeper, rawer, until she cried out - a climax from just a taste.

Jude rushed to her side, holding her gently as she shook. Her eyes opened slowly, and they glowed - not with gold or black, but deep, shimmering red.

"I see it," she whispered. "The fire. The cave. The blood."

"What do you mean?" Jude asked.

But Zoey turned, standing with strength she hadn’t had seconds before. "Come."

She led them away from the pedestal and through the grove’s far edge, where the roots had begun to curl away like opening fingers, revealing a narrow passage cut into the stone. The air grew warmer with every step, the walls narrowing, pulsing faintly like a throat swallowing them whole.

The cave opened into a chamber glowing red, lit by lava that moved beneath crystal floors. It was hot, humid, intoxicating. In the center, a stone bed rose like an altar, and around it, carvings of people tangled in passion - hundreds of them, etched in every erotic pose imaginable.

Zoey climbed onto the bed and turned to face them, naked and unashamed, her body a silhouette against the glowing stone. "This is the path of fire," she said. "Of heat. Of hunger."

Lucy moved next, her steps slow, her eyes never leaving Zoey’s. "Then burn with me."

Jude watched as Lucy crawled up to Zoey, their mouths meeting in a deep, searing kiss. The two women melted together, hands wandering, thighs parting, heat rising between them like steam. Jude felt it - deep in his gut, his cock hardening again as the island stirred beneath his skin.

Rose stepped up behind him, sliding her arms around his waist, her mouth at his ear. "Join them."

He didn’t hesitate.

He crossed the room in three strides and joined them on the stone bed, his hands sliding over Zoey’s hips, Lucy’s back. They welcomed him in a breathless tangle, their moans harmonizing as he kissed them both, tasted their sweat, their need.

Zoey laid back, and Jude slid between her thighs. She was already dripping, burning, her core pulsing around him as he entered her with a groan. Her legs wrapped tight around him, her hands gripping Lucy’s as she kissed her again. The heat of the room fused with their bodies, each thrust sending shockwaves through the floor, the walls, the very air.

Lucy moved behind Zoey, her mouth kissing along her neck, her fingers joining Jude inside her, stroking just right, their hands and mouths creating a storm of sensation that had Zoey crying out, again and again, until she screamed, her whole body clenching around them, shuddering in a release that shook the walls.

The lava flared.

Jude withdrew, panting, and turned to Lucy, who slid into his lap, already ready, already wet. She rode him with raw need, her hair sticking to her face, her breasts bouncing with every movement, her hands braced on his chest. He held her hips and thrust up into her hard, deep, making her gasp, cry, sob with each stroke.

Rose, Scarlet, and Stella joined them, kissing, touching, stroking as the bed became a writhing altar of pleasure and heat. Sophie lowered herself onto Stella’s mouth, gasping as her thighs trembled. Grace and Natalie tangled in each other’s arms, fingers lost in slick folds, mouths moaning into breasts and necks.

The air turned molten.

The lava pulsed in time with their cries.

When Jude came again, it was inside Lucy, her name on his lips, her nails digging into his shoulders as she came with him. Zoey curled into them, her skin hot to the touch, her body glowing.

The chamber began to cool.

The stone pulsed once more, and the lava dimmed.