Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1428

Chapter 1428: Chapter 1428

The air beyond the archway was thick with the scent of wet earth and night-blooming flowers. The tunnel sloped downward, the walls slick with moss that glowed faintly blue, casting eerie shadows that danced over their bare skin. Jude led, his hand finding Lucy’s, then Zoey’s, drawing them into the dark with him. The rest followed, silent, breath held, as if afraid sound might break the spell woven around them.

The deeper they went, the warmer it became - not oppressive, but intimate, like the island was wrapping them in its embrace. The ground pulsed beneath their feet, steady as a heartbeat. Jude could feel it in his bones, in the throbbing ache between his legs, in the raw places where skin had met skin for hours without rest. The tunnel felt alive. The tunnel was alive.

When they emerged into a cavern, it was like stepping into the belly of a giant beast. The ceiling arched high above, draped in curtains of vines heavy with blooms that dripped golden nectar onto the floor. Pools of water dotted the space, reflecting the glow of the flowers so that light seemed to ripple across every surface. At the far end, a raised platform waited - stone shaped not by tools, but by time, by intention. By her.

"She brought us here," Stella said, her voice reverent, awed. She stepped forward, her fingers trailing over a vine. It recoiled at her touch, then leaned toward her again, as if recognizing its own.

"Do we... pray?" Natalie asked, uncertain.

"No," Rose whispered, her eyes fixed on the platform. "We offer."

Jude turned to her. "Offer what? We’ve given everything."

"Not everything," Rose said, and there was a heat in her gaze that made his stomach tighten. "We’ve given her our pleasure. Now we give her our surrender."

He understood.

The women gathered around him, their bodies pressing close. Lucy’s mouth brushed his shoulder, soft as a sigh. Zoey’s hand slid down his spine. Emma’s fingers tangled in his hair. Sophie kissed his throat, slow and lingering. Each touch was an anchor and a release, a promise and a letting go.

Stella climbed onto the platform and lay back, her hair fanned out like a dark halo. Her legs parted, inviting, open, glowing. "Come to me," she breathed, and Jude moved without thought, without hesitation.

Their bodies met again, but this was different. There was no rush, no hunger. Just heat. Just slow, deep connection. Jude filled her, and Stella arched into him, gasping his name like it was a sacred word. Around them, the women touched each other, touched themselves, touched the vines and the stone, becoming part of the cavern’s pulse. Their moans mingled with the hum of the island, until it was impossible to tell where one began and the other ended.

Jude’s thrusts were slow, deliberate, drawing out the moment until time itself seemed to stretch. He kissed Stella’s mouth, her neck, the swell of her breasts, tasting salt and sweetness, tasting her. Stella’s hands gripped his back, her nails biting into his skin, pulling him closer, deeper, until there was no space left between them. She trembled beneath him, her climax building not as a sudden wave but as a rising tide that lifted them both higher, higher, until they broke together, crying out as one.

The cavern shuddered.

The vines bloomed wider, brighter, their petals releasing a scent so intoxicating it made Jude’s head spin. The pools glowed gold, then silver, then gold again. The platform pulsed with light, cradling them like living flesh.

And then the voice came.

Not spoken, not heard - but felt.

You are mine. You are hers. You are ours.

Jude collapsed beside Stella, breathless, spent. The women gathered around them, lying close, their bodies slick with sweat and nectar, their hearts beating in time with the island’s song.

No one spoke. No one needed to.

They belonged.

Night passed without notice, and when dawn came, it did not pierce the cavern. But they knew. They felt the shift in the air, the promise of a new day.

Rose rose first, her body graceful, glowing with more than sweat and light. "We stay here now," she said. "This is the temple. This is home."

The others nodded, one by one.

Jude looked at Stella, at the soft glow of her skin, at the serene smile on her lips. "What now?" he asked.

She turned to him, her eyes full of stars. "Now we become."

And as they lay together on the living altar, as the vines crept closer, wrapping them in a cocoon of scent and silk and warmth, the goddess smiled.

The vines tightened around them - not to restrain, but to hold. Their gentle caress slid over naked skin like a lover’s breath, warm and knowing, full of purpose. Jude lay still, one hand resting on Stella’s stomach, the other tangled in Lucy’s hair as she curled into his side, her breath soft against his throat. Around them, the rest of the women dozed in tangled limbs and golden light, their bodies glazed in a sheen of satisfaction and something more - something otherworldly. They weren’t just glowing now. They were radiant.

The platform beneath them pulsed in a slow, steady rhythm, like the beat of a slumbering heart. The hum returned - lower, deeper, more intimate. Not a song of seduction now, but of connection. It moved through the stone and into their bones, humming in their blood, threading through their dreams.

Jude drifted.

In the dream, he stood at the center of the forest, alone. The trees whispered his name, not in menace but in longing. Their leaves shimmered with liquid gold. The roots pulsed beneath his feet, leading him forward, deeper into a heart of light. When he reached the center, he found her - not Rose, not Stella, not any of his wives, but the goddess.

She was made of every one of them and none. Her face shifted as he watched - eyes like Sophie’s, lips like Lucy’s, the curve of Zoey’s waist, the hair of Scarlet, the voice of Rose.