Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1410

Chapter 1410: Chapter 1410

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.

They lay in a tangled heap of bodies and limbs, their skin flushed, their hearts beating in one rhythm.

Zoey kissed Jude’s shoulder and whispered, "That was the first gate."

He looked at her. "There are still two more."

"And we’ll walk them," Rose said. "Together."

As they dressed - or tried to - they found that the clothes they’d arrived in no longer clung the same. They slid off, shifted, melted into the moss. The island didn’t want them clothed anymore. It had no shame, and neither did they.

They returned to the grove as the mirror shimmered again.

The gold fruit pulsed now.

And Stella was already walking toward it.

Stella’s bare feet barely made a sound as she crossed the grove, her long legs moving with purpose, her gaze fixed on the gold fruit as if it had called her by name. Her skin still glowed faintly with the sheen of sweat from the ritual in the fire chamber, and the soft morning light caught her curves like a painter’s brushstroke, illuminating every inch with reverence.

No one stopped her. No one spoke. They all watched, breath held, desire simmering just beneath their skin.

When Stella reached the pedestal, she didn’t hesitate. Her fingers closed around the golden fruit, and the moment she bit into it, the grove seemed to exhale. The wind moved in spirals. The trees sighed. And Stella’s eyes fluttered shut as a soft moan slipped from her lips.

She dropped to her knees, her body arching - not from pain, but from bliss so deep it looked like it rewrote her bones. Her spine curved like a bow pulled taut, and the golden light from the fruit spilled into her skin, flowing like liquid through her veins.

Jude stepped forward, but Emma was already there, catching Stella in her arms. "I’ve got you," she whispered.

Stella’s eyes opened. Gold now. Not burning like Zoey’s, but glowing warm, soft, endless. She looked at Emma, then up at the others. "Follow me," she said, and her voice was music.

The vines peeled back at the grove’s opposite edge, revealing a path lined in light. Fireflies danced in perfect rhythm, guiding them through trees that glistened as if kissed with dew and honey. The air changed - cooler, thicker, filled with something sweet and ancient. Every breath tasted like jasmine and sex.

The path opened into a glade like a dream - pillows of moss, flowers that opened as they stepped near, and a pool of water that glowed from within, golden and still, waiting.

"This is the path of pleasure," Stella said, her voice hushed but thick with invitation. "Not fire. Not hunger. Intimacy."

Jude moved toward her, but Stella held out a hand. "Not yet. Lie down."

He obeyed, stretching out on the moss beside the pool. The ground was impossibly soft, cradling his body like a lover. He closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, she was above him.

Straddling him.

Not touching.

Just hovering - her golden eyes locked with his, her body open and bare, dripping with anticipation.

"I want you to feel," she whispered, and then she lowered herself slowly onto him.

Jude gasped.

It wasn’t like with Zoey, or even Rose. This was slower, deeper, like being drawn into something sacred. Stella’s body welcomed him with such softness, such silken precision, that his whole world narrowed to the feel of her wrapped around him. She rocked gently, her hands braced on his chest, her hair falling around them both like a curtain of light.

And then the others came.

Not to watch. To join.

Grace knelt beside Stella, kissing her shoulder, then her neck, then her lips, as she stroked Stella’s thighs. Natalie lay beside Jude, her fingers sliding along his ribs, her mouth brushing his jaw. Emma, nude and glistening, slipped between his legs and began to kiss his thighs, licking the sweat from his skin, moaning softly as she worshiped the tension coiled beneath.

Lucy leaned over Stella’s back, wrapping her arms around her from behind, kissing the base of her neck, whispering something too soft to hear but potent enough to make Stella shudder.

They all touched.

They all kissed.

Not chaotic. Not desperate.

This was slow. This was sensual.

Scarlet lay beside Jude’s head, cradling it in her lap, and fed him kisses like ripe fruit. "You’re ours," she whispered. "Always ours."

He moaned as Stella picked up pace, but just barely. Each movement was long, lingering, as if she was carving him from the inside out. Her breasts brushed his chest. Her lips brushed his. And all around them, hands and mouths joined them, touched them both.

Zoey kissed Jude’s stomach, then Stella’s spine.

Sophie slipped two fingers into Lucy, then pulled them out to taste her.

Rose lay back beside the pool and simply watched, her fingers sliding between her own legs, her thighs trembling with every moan the others made.

Jude could barely breathe. He didn’t want to. He just wanted to drown in this - this union, this reverence. He reached up, cupping Stella’s face, and pulled her down for a kiss just as she began to pulse around him.

She came with a breathless cry, golden light spilling from her mouth, her eyes, her skin.

And Jude came too.

Hard.

Deep.

Together.

The glade erupted in golden blossoms.

Flowers bloomed open around them, petals trembling with invisible wind. The water glowed brighter, humming in harmony with their breathing. And for a long while, they simply lay there, bodies tangled, chests rising and falling as one.

Eventually, they stirred again.

Emma kissed Jude softly and whispered, "We’ve never made love like that."

"It wasn’t just us," he said, voice rough.