Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1426

Chapter 1426: Chapter 1426

Sophie stood, shedding her wrap in a single motion, stepping onto the altar barefoot. "Let us feed it," she said, voice clear and low. "Not just with devotion, but with heat."

Lucy followed her, slow and graceful. "With pleasure."

Natalie and Scarlet were next, hands linked, hips swaying as they walked forward. One by one, they encircled Stella, their bodies humming with readiness, with want, with purpose.

When Rose stepped into the circle last, she met Jude’s gaze and smiled. "This time," she said, "we don’t take from the bloom."

"This time," Jude echoed, "we are the bloom."

The erotic energy rose not with force, but with harmony.

Emma and Grace undressed each other like unveiling sacred art. Their lips met with slow, sensual hunger, hands exploring, bodies pressing together with the kind of reverence that made the air shimmer. Sophie dropped to her knees before Lucy, her mouth tracing a path up her thigh before claiming her gently. Lucy moaned and threaded her fingers through Sophie’s hair, her hips rolling in soft rhythm.

Zoey straddled Natalie, their breasts brushing, their kisses deep and devouring. Layla joined them, hands sliding along their waists, her mouth kissing the hollow between Zoey’s shoulder blades, then Natalie’s spine. The three of them became a tangle of limbs and sighs and wet heat, moving like a storm slow-building under silk.

Jude lifted Stella carefully, carrying her to the center of the altar. She lay back without fear, arms outstretched, her legs parting with grace. The glow in her belly seemed brighter now, pulsing in time with the rising tempo of the shrine around her. She watched him with dark, heavy-lidded eyes.

"Take me," she whispered. "Not for me. For her."

He kissed her deeply before slipping inside, and they both gasped - not from pain, but from the sheer wave of sensation that surged through them. The shrine responded. The stone beneath them warmed. The vines above trembled and dropped glowing petals like stars. Jude moved with her, slowly, reverently, and Stella met each thrust with a sigh, her hips arching up to him, her hands running through his hair, pulling him closer.

Every movement sparked a chorus around them.

Susan and Scarlet kissed passionately nearby, their bodies grinding with a heat that made the petals beneath them damp and fragrant. Emma and Grace rode each other’s hands, whispering each other’s names like incantations. Sophie slid two fingers inside Lucy while kissing her chest, slow and thorough, and Lucy clung to her like she was drowning in pleasure.

It wasn’t chaos.

It was communion.

Jude bent over Stella as they climbed together, her fingers tangled in his hair, her legs wrapped around his waist. She was radiant, her face lit by something far beyond lust. Her climax came like a slow bloom - an unraveling, a soft cry, her body trembling beneath him, not broken but opened. He came with her, pulsing deep inside her, their bodies locked in sacred union.

As they collapsed together, the altar pulsed.

The ground trembled.

And a new hum began - not the same as the old one. Higher. Stronger. Like the island was singing a new song.

Stella lay cradled in Jude’s arms, her hands resting over her belly, her breathing soft and steady.

"She’s growing," she whispered. "Faster now."

Rose stepped up beside them and knelt, kissing Stella’s knee, then Jude’s temple. "The island accepts the offering."

The others came closer, circling around again. Naked. Glowing. Glorious. Not one of them untouched. Not one of them untouched by him. Jude felt them like parts of himself. Lovers. Wives. Priestesses.

"No more treehouse," Zoey said.

"No more hiding," Grace agreed.

"We stay here," Rose said. "This is the center now."

The shrine would be their new home.

They slept in clusters again, wrapped in each other’s limbs, warm under the glow of the stars that hung heavy over the clearing. No one feared the dark anymore. The darkness watched them now, not as predator - but as witness.

Jude woke at dawn to Stella moaning quietly. Not in pain.

In pleasure.

Her fingers between her thighs, slow, tender. Not climaxing. Just... connecting.

"She wants to feel everything," Stella whispered when she noticed him watching. "Even when we’re still."

Jude moved to her slowly, kissing her thighs, her belly, her breasts, taking her again before the others even stirred - gently, lovingly, as if making love to the goddess growing inside her.

When the sun rose, Lucy was already preparing fruit, naked, hips swaying. Sophie bathed in the river. Zoey sharpened vines into delicate blades with Natalie. Scarlet sang softly to herself while Rose combed her hair. Emma and Grace made love in the grass, unhurried, unaware they were being watched.

Everything was perfect.

Everything was hers.

Everything was theirs.

Jude knew now. They weren’t just passengers on the island’s magic. They were the island’s magic.

And the goddess... was coming.

Sophie was the first to feel it.

Not pain. Not pleasure. Something between. A deep, slow tug beneath her skin like the island had reached up through the soil and wrapped invisible fingers around her spine, pulling gently - not to possess, but to invite. She dropped the bundle of fruit she’d been washing in the river, water dripping from her fingers as her gaze lifted to the tree line. The forest was humming again, but differently this time. Not a melody they’d heard before. This one felt like breath.

She turned, bare feet leaving wet prints on the mossy stones, and called softly, "Jude?"

He appeared almost instantly, hair tousled from sleep, his chest still bare and glistening with the sheen of morning heat. He hadn’t dressed since the night of the altar. None of them really had. There was no reason to anymore. Shame was a memory they no longer shared.

"I feel her," Sophie said.

Jude moved closer, taking her hands in his. "Where? Where is it?"

"Everywhere," she whispered.

And then the wind changed.

They weren’t the only ones who noticed.