Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1414

Chapter 1414: Chapter 1414

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.

Sophie came from behind, kissing his temple, her hand slipping down to stroke him as Stella rode. Her mouth found his ear. "Let go," she whispered. "Give yourself to it. To us."

Jude cried out as Stella’s body clenched around him. He thrust hard, once, twice - and came, stars bursting behind his eyes, his body shaking beneath her.

But it didn’t end.

They didn’t stop.

Zoey kissed him next, straddled him with a wild grin, already wet and wanting. She teased him with her hips, laughed breathlessly, then sank down with a loud moan. Her rhythm was fierce, intense - her hands braced on his chest, her breasts bouncing with every movement. Jude was hard again before he could breathe.

Scarlet joined them, kissing Zoey’s neck, fingers trailing between their bodies. Together, they made him cry out again.

Natalie followed. Then Grace. Then Layla.

They took turns.

They didn’t wait.

They climbed over him and each other, worshiping and consuming, touching and tasting, moaning and shivering until none of them knew where one ended and the next began.

The altar glowed brighter with every climax.

Jude came again.

And again.

And again.

Until he couldn’t count, couldn’t think, could only feel - pleasure like fire and light, like being torn apart and rebuilt with every kiss, every thrust, every whispered promise.

When Rose finally stepped forward, they all turned to her.

Her body shone.

She climbed onto the altar last and knelt beside Jude, touching his chest.

"You’ve become," she whispered.

He nodded, tears in his eyes. "We all have."

Rose straddled him. Not to take, but to join.

Her body slid down onto his, and the moment they connected, the chamber exploded in light. The walls bloomed open like petals. The vines trembled. The song returned - louder, fuller, sung by the island itself.

They screamed together.

Not in pain.

In rebirth.

Jude and his wives writhed beneath the stars of the chamber, their bodies slick, spent, and sanctified.

And above them, in the roots of the earth, the island opened its eyes.

The breath they shared afterward was sacred.

No one moved at first. Their bodies, tangled in heat and sweat and softness, lay pressed together across the pulsing altar like petals fallen after a storm. The chamber glowed with a softer hue now, as if the island were exhaling with them - content, satisfied, alive in a way that had never felt more real.

Jude opened his eyes.

Rose lay beside him, one leg draped over his hip, her fingers curled loosely in his hair. Her golden glow had deepened to a soft amber, less fire, more ember. Her eyes met his and she smiled - not with the eerie serenity of the transformation but with something else. Something human. Warm.

"We’re changed," she whispered.

Jude turned his head. Lucy was on his other side, chest pressed to his arm, eyes closed, lips parted, still panting lightly. Her cheek was flushed, her lashes damp, and when she felt his gaze, she opened her eyes and looked at him like he was both her answer and her question.

"Yes," he whispered back to Rose. "We are."

A ripple passed through the altar beneath them - a gentle shift, not to wake them, but to welcome them again. The roots above twisted slowly, glowing as they fed light down into the heart of the chamber. Jude looked across the surface where their bodies lay sprawled. Sophie was curled against Zoey, both of them marked with faint lines of glowing symbols now traced across their shoulders and hips. Grace and Stella were still kissing slowly, their movements lazy, intimate. Natalie lay atop Layla, her fingers brushing her lips, her eyes glazed with wonder.

Scarlet sat at the edge, legs swinging over the side, her face tilted upward. "Do you hear it?"

They all stilled.

The song hadn’t ended.

It had changed.

It was deeper now. Slower. A harmony beneath the melody. A drumbeat like a second heartbeat, calling not to action - but to awareness.

"It’s the second phase," Rose said.

Jude pushed himself up on one elbow. "What does that mean?"

"The island’s alive," Stella said dreamily. "And now we’re inside it. Inside each other. This... it’s all a cycle. The next step is - "

Grace interrupted, voice low and reverent, "Becoming part of it."

Zoey sat up. "We already are."

"No," Emma said quietly. "We’ve touched it. We haven’t merged yet."

Rose ran her fingers down Jude’s chest, drawing invisible symbols that seemed to linger in the air above his skin. "We’re being invited deeper. We completed the rite. Now the island’s opening to us. All of it. And not just the beauty."

Her voice softened. "Also the dark."

They were quiet again.

The island had never pretended to be purely kind. It had saved them, fed them, seduced them - but it had tested them too. It had taken Rose into the water. It had warped the forest. It had changed their dreams.

"What happens if we go too deep?" Sophie asked.

Rose met her gaze. "We won’t be able to come back."

"But we won’t want to," Lucy whispered.

Jude looked at her sharply.

She smiled faintly. "Don’t you feel it? The hunger? It’s not about giving up who we are. It’s about finding out what we’re meant to be."

Jude felt it. That gentle, ever-present tug in his chest. Not just desire. Not just love. Purpose. It terrified him - and thrilled him. He was not just the man who led them anymore. He was the bridge. The key.

And they all knew it.

"We follow the rhythm," Layla said, stretching out across the altar again, her bare body catching the shifting light like polished stone. "We let it guide us."

Rose stood, her body glowing softly, hair cascading over her shoulders like black silk. "The next path begins in the marrow caverns. Where the island keeps its memories. Where roots drink from bones."