Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1421

Chapter 1421: Chapter 1421

Rose rested her head on his shoulder, her lips brushing his collarbone. "It’s only starting, Jude. We’ve unlocked something... more."

Sophie lifted her head, her eyes wide. "I felt it too. Like something else is waking up."

"The heart of the island," Emma whispered. "It’s been waiting for this. For us."

Jude turned his face up to the canopy, the stars glittering through the massive tree’s limbs. He didn’t know what came next. But he knew this - he was no longer a man stranded with twelve wives.

He was their center. Their sun.

And the island was listening.

The ground beneath them vibrated with a low hum, not threatening but expectant, like the island itself was holding its breath. Jude lay at the center of them, still tangled in the aftermath of their passion, his chest rising and falling in unison with twelve others. Rose’s fingers traced slow circles on his chest, and Lucy’s legs were still wrapped around one of his thighs. They hadn’t moved far. None of them wanted to. Not yet.

Above, the tree’s leaves shifted color with the rhythm of their breath - gold to violet, violet to crimson, then back again, pulsing like the light inside a heartbeat.

"What did we awaken?" Natalie murmured, her cheek pressed against Jude’s stomach. "I felt something open. Like a door."

"Not just a door," Grace whispered from where she curled between Sophie and Zoey. "It was like we became the key."

"The fruit," Emma said softly, brushing her fingers down Jude’s leg. "You ate it. And we drank you. We drank it. It passed through you, into all of us."

"It’s inside us now," Stella added. "That song. The shimmer. The knowing."

Jude sat up slowly, not pulling away from their bodies but rising with them, his hand sliding across Lucy’s hip, his mouth brushing across Rose’s temple.

"It changed everything," he said. "And we’re not done."

Scarlet laughed under her breath, propping herself up on one elbow. "You say that like we’re not about to fall into another hour of sex."

But there was something behind her teasing - a thrill, a spark. The desire hadn’t faded, only deepened. Their touch had become more than need. It was connection. Communion. Worship.

Rose sat up beside Jude, her eyes brighter now than he had ever seen them. "The next part isn’t lust. It’s invitation."

"To what?" Layla asked, running her tongue slowly along Jude’s collarbone, making him shiver.

Rose stood, naked and radiant, the glow of the fruit still clinging to her skin like morning dew. "Follow me."

She didn’t wait.

The others rose, not hesitating, moving with dreamlike grace. Jude followed, his legs still weak, but his pulse surging. The women moved in a silent procession beneath the great tree’s canopy. Its roots parted before them as if sensing their arrival. A narrow passage formed between the twisting wood, leading into darkness streaked with veins of light.

The air changed instantly. Warmer. Heavier. Each breath was filled with the scent of wildflowers and something older - something like musk, like skin, like memory. The tunnel opened into a vast chamber, round and domed, walls etched with symbols glowing faintly blue. In the center stood another flower - this one closed tightly, its petals slick and dark.

"It’s not open," Emma said quietly, reaching for Jude’s hand.

"It hasn’t bloomed," Sophie corrected.

"Then what are we supposed to do?" Zoey asked, her voice low, tinged with awe.

Rose stepped to the edge of the platform surrounding the flower and turned. "We give it what it wants."

"Which is?" Stella whispered.

Rose met Jude’s eyes. "Us. Together. Again."

Understanding passed through the group like lightning.

They didn’t need instruction.

They descended on him in waves. Natalie’s hands gripped his waist. Grace kissed his neck while Zoey pressed her lips to his shoulder. Layla’s teeth grazed his throat, her nails scoring down his chest. Lucy pushed him gently to his knees, then knelt astride him, her thighs gripping his hips.

The others surrounded them, their bodies pressing in, tongues and mouths meeting, fingers exploring every inch of exposed skin. They moved like dancers now, like a single entity broken into twelve divine pieces. Every gasp echoed through the chamber. Every moan was a note in the growing harmony around them.

Jude’s body surged with heat as Lucy rode him, her hands in his hair, her breasts brushing against his chest with each movement. Scarlet’s mouth was on his neck, biting just enough to pull a groan from his throat. Rose pressed her hand to his chest again and whispered, "Let go."

He did.

His climax surged through him like fire, rippling into Lucy’s body, then from her into the others. The moment it crested, a blinding pulse of light filled the room - emanating from the flower.

It opened.

Petal by petal, the dark bloom unfolded, revealing a pool of luminescent nectar at its heart. The scent was overwhelming, dizzying. A soft sigh moved through the group, like an exhale they’d all been holding since arrival.

Rose stepped forward first, dipped her fingers into the glowing liquid, and held them out to Jude. He took them into his mouth.

It tasted like starlight and skin, honey and flame. He shuddered.

Each woman followed, offering it to him, to each other, sharing it in kisses and whispers. It wasn’t aphrodisiacal - it was illuminating. Every taste made his vision sharper, his hearing more vivid, his skin more alive. When Emma took him into her mouth next, her tongue felt electric. When he slid inside Stella moments later, it was like falling into warm sky.

Each of them took turns. On top. Beneath. Beside. Entwined. And Jude gave them everything. Hands, mouth, breath, devotion. The room was filled with the music of pleasure, a chorus of bodies driven by something more than desire - by need.

When the bloom pulsed again, it lifted into the air - hovering above them, scattering drops of nectar like rain. Each drop that touched skin sent shivers down spines, hardened nipples, parted thighs. No one could speak. Words would’ve ruined it.