Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1424

Chapter 1424: Chapter 1424

Lucy pulled Jude down beside her, her mouth meeting his with raw hunger. She kissed him like she needed him in her lungs, like his breath kept her tethered. Her thighs wrapped around his hips, her hands gripping his back as she drew him into her heat. Every inch of her body felt alive - slick, silken, trembling. And he moved inside her with worship.

Beside them, Sophie leaned over Emma, kissing her softly as their hips ground together in rhythm. Stella and Layla had wrapped their limbs together like vines, moaning into each other’s necks. Scarlet and Natalie exchanged slow, teasing strokes between their legs, their fingers glittering with nectar and heat.

The flower itself responded.

Every movement they made was echoed by a surge of light, a ripple of pleasure through the petaled walls. The hum grew louder, not deafening but divine - like they were inside a song being composed with their bodies. Each moan, each thrust, each gasp became an instrument in the bloom’s melody.

Rose crawled to Jude’s side, kissed Lucy’s mouth as Jude thrust into her deeper, then kissed him - tongue tasting Lucy’s lips on his. It made him groan into her throat, made his rhythm grow rougher, deeper. He came inside Lucy with a growl, and she clung to him like the world was ending.

But it wasn’t over.

He barely had time to catch his breath before Zoey was pulling him into her lap, her mouth hot on his neck, her sex already wet and waiting. She rode him slowly, her back arching, her hands in his hair, her nipples brushing his chest. He grabbed her hips and moved with her, lost in the slick heat of her body, the way she cried out with each shift.

Around them, the others changed partners, kisses, positions.

No rules.

Only feeling.

Scarlet pinned Sophie down and took her mouth with open hunger, while Natalie licked between Emma’s legs. Grace knelt before Rose and lapped between her thighs like she was drinking from a sacred spring. Stella moved between Lucy and Susan, her hands and tongue blessing them both.

Time disappeared.

There was only the song.

Only the light.

Only them.

When the final orgasm swept through the group - dozens of climaxes layered on each other like waves in a storm - the flower erupted in brilliance. A pillar of golden light shot up from its center, filling the chamber and piercing through the canopy of the island itself. The sound that followed was not thunder, but something deeper.

A note.

Pure.

Ancient.

Infinite.

And they were inside it.

They collapsed together in a single glowing heap, slick with nectar and sweat, trembling with aftershocks that had no end. Jude held Lucy and Zoey against him, while Rose curled at his side, stroking his hair. Stella rested her cheek on his chest. Susan’s fingers still twitched against his thigh.

They didn’t speak.

They felt.

The bloom pulsed around them, now part of them. Not just a flower. A womb. A cradle. A temple.

And inside it, they weren’t gods anymore.

They were creation itself.

Jude closed his eyes, wrapped in their bodies, their scent, their breath.

And in the hum that lulled them to sleep, he heard the island whisper:

You are mine now. All of you.

When Jude woke, it was with the slow, sensual awareness of a man who had been completely undone - and then remade. Every inch of his body tingled. The breath in his lungs wasn’t just his; it felt like he inhaled the entire rhythm of the island. Around him, bodies lay draped over the soft petals of the now-sleeping bloom, tangled in gold-dusted skin, damp hair, glistening limbs. The scent of nectar and sex still clung to the air, thick and sweet like ripe fruit at the edge of bursting.

Rose stirred first. She stretched like a goddess waking from centuries of slumber, her spine arching gracefully, her mouth parting on a slow, satisfied moan. Her eyes found Jude’s before she even opened them fully. She crawled toward him on all fours, the curve of her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered, "We’ve changed the island."

He nodded slowly, lifting a hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. "Or maybe it changed us."

"Both." Her lips grazed his, teasing, playful, reverent. "Can you feel it?"

He could. The beat of the island’s pulse wasn’t distant anymore. It thrummed in his veins. He could feel the others breathing. Could sense Lucy even before she rolled over to press her bare body into his back. Could feel Emma’s fingers absentmindedly drawing symbols into his thigh, her head resting on his shoulder like she belonged there - and she did.

One by one, the others began to stir, not groggy or sore, but glowing. Their skin seemed to hold the light now, as if the bloom had kissed them with permanence. Their movements were slow, not out of fatigue but reverence. Something holy had happened. And they all knew it.

Sophie sat upright, her hair wild, her eyes clearer than he had ever seen them. "Did we... end something?" she asked aloud.

Zoey, who lay half across Natalie’s chest, replied, "No. We started it."

Scarlet was already on her knees, her hand against the petal-wall. "She’s still with us."

"The island?" Emma asked.

"The goddess," Rose said. "The one who sang."

Grace stood carefully, her naked body slick with the last traces of bloom nectar. "She didn’t disappear last night. She entered us. One by one. Through every kiss. Every touch. Every climax."

No one argued.

There was no need.

It was the truth.

They cleaned themselves in the stream just outside the flower’s mouth, the water cool but not biting. Jude helped Natalie untangle her hair, fingers gentle, methodical. Stella bathed Layla, her hands caressing more than scrubbing, and Layla tilted her head back into the flow, her expression blissful. Rose watched them all from a flat rock, legs crossed, arms resting lightly on her knees. She wasn’t meditating, just... being. Present. A sentinel of their transformation.