Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1413

Chapter 1413: Chapter 1413

Emma guided Lucy away and took his cock next, sliding down on him with a cry that cracked the air. Her walls clung to him like silk drenched in heat, and he was still hard, still aching. Stella and Lucy kissed above him, their hands touching everywhere, feeding each other kisses as Emma fucked him slowly, deeply, like she owned every inch of him.

He could barely breathe. Could barely be.

They kissed him together. Tasted him. Their voices layered in his ears. "You’re ours." "You belong to us." "We’re inside you now." "Forever."

When he came again, it was into all of them.

Their moans became one sound.

And then -

- the light returned.

They were standing in the clearing again.

Nude. Breathless. Changed.

Rose smiled. "You heard it."

"Yes," Jude said, voice hoarse.

They looked at each other.

Every wife now glowed faintly. Violet veins like vines beneath their skin. Eyes alive with fire and shadow. None of them were what they’d been. Not anymore.

Zoey touched her own face and whispered, "I feel... full."

Grace nodded. "I don’t think we’ll ever be empty again."

From the trees came the watchers.

No longer hiding.

Tall. Slender. Eyes like stars. Skin like fog. They didn’t speak. They only bowed.

Jude looked at Rose. "They’ve accepted us?"

"No," she said softly. "They’ve welcomed us."

The watchers moved aside, revealing a staircase made of roots, spiraling into the earth.

Rose turned to Jude, her hair rippling like water. "One more path. The final one."

Jude stepped forward, surrounded by the only women he would ever need, ever love.

They took the first step.

Together.

The staircase felt alive beneath their feet - each root shifting subtly, not resisting their weight but embracing it. Jude descended first, Lucy beside him, her hand wrapped tightly around his. Behind them came Rose, her glowing presence a torch in the dimness, followed by the others in pairs - Emma and Stella, Sophie and Zoey, Grace and Natalie, Scarlet and Layla. They walked as one now, a circle of unity that pulsed with breath and fire, touched by something divine and wild.

The deeper they went, the more the air thickened - not with dust or age, but with anticipation. It was like walking through the throat of the island itself. The walls glistened with sap, smooth as skin, and occasionally Jude thought he saw the imprint of a hand, or a face, pressed just beneath the surface - like the memories of those who had come before.

At last, the roots parted.

The final chamber opened around them like the womb of the world.

It was vast and domed, the ceiling arching impossibly high, illuminated by a soft bioluminescence that poured from enormous petals blooming along the walls. In the center of the chamber stood a massive structure, rising from the ground like a tree and an altar at once - black, smooth, carved in curves and symbols that seemed to shift under their gaze.

Jude stepped toward it instinctively. His breath caught in his throat.

It wasn’t just a structure.

It was a bed.

An altar shaped for union. For ritual. For consummation. Vines curled around it like offering hands, slick with nectar and warmth, as though it had been waiting just for them.

Rose stepped beside him. "This is where it ends."

"No," Lucy whispered, her eyes shining. "This is where we begin."

No one gave orders. No one needed to.

Clothing had long since become meaningless, and in this place - this sacred, primal hollow - nothing separated soul from skin. One by one, they stepped toward the altar, helping one another onto its surface. It was vast enough for all of them. Jude lay back as his wives came over him like water.

Hands slid down his chest. Lips pressed to his thighs. Tongues traced his stomach. Their moans harmonized, soft at first, then building in waves.

Lucy climbed over him first, her mouth finding his, her hips sinking slowly onto his cock. She gasped, trembling, her breasts brushing his chest, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Jude grunted, his hands gripping her waist as she rode him slowly, her pace sensual, worshipful.

Emma was next, her body pressed along Jude’s side, her mouth covering his neck in kisses while her hand slid between Lucy’s legs and teased them both.

Grace knelt near his head, feeding him her breast, her nipple already hard, already aching for his mouth. He took her greedily, suckling while Lucy moaned louder, bouncing on him now with more hunger, more need.

Sophie and Zoey tangled at his feet - kissing, touching, wrapping legs around one another while Zoey whispered praises into Sophie’s hair.

Natalie lay beside Emma, one hand stroking Lucy’s back, the other teasing herself in slow, shivering circles.

Layla and Scarlet kissed over Jude’s chest, trading slow, open-mouthed kisses while their fingers traced lazy patterns on his skin. Their touches burned like heat lightning - brief, thrilling, consuming.

Rose didn’t climb up.

She stood at the edge, watching, her body glowing brighter, her golden light flickering with violet. She wasn’t separate. She was the flame above them all. The island incarnate.

Lucy climaxed first - shaking, crying out, gasping Jude’s name into his mouth as her body pulsed around him. She collapsed onto his chest, and Emma took her place.

No pause.

No question.

Jude was already slick with their desire, his cock hard and slick as Emma sank onto him. Her movements were faster - more urgent. She kissed him fiercely, her tongue demanding, her hands in his hair. She rode him with practiced grace, like a storm in motion.

Jude moaned into her mouth, thrusting up into her. Around him, his wives were tangled in moans and whispers, in fingers and mouths and bodies. The altar rocked beneath them, but it held. It was made for this.

Emma came in a breathless shudder, collapsing forward and kissing Jude once, hard, before rolling aside.

Stella straddled him next, slow and graceful, her hair brushing his chest. She moved like dance, her hips circling, drawing deep moans from both of them. Jude felt himself lose sense of time. Of place. There was only her. Only them.