Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1431

Chapter 1431: Chapter 1431

One by one, they entered the water like priestesses, wading in silently, their hands exploring each other with delicate reverence, their lips brushing together in slow, sensual kisses. The pool rippled with the weight of their pleasure, and the scent of their arousal mixed with the flowers blooming at its banks - sweet, heady, wild.

Jude watched, still lying on the soft grass. He should’ve been exhausted, wrung dry by the tidal wave of sex and feeling, but instead, he felt a deep, pulsing hunger at the base of his spine - a need not of lust, but of belonging. He rose, his body moving without command, his muscles loose and heavy with satisfaction. Rose met him at the edge of the pool, naked and wet, her arms open, her lips parted in a knowing smile.

"Come into the heart," she whispered, drawing him into the water.

The moment he stepped in, the island sang.

Not the hum of before. Not the gentle lull. This was a crescendo - rising, powerful, beautiful. A chorus of memory and desire and connection. The stones vibrated. The petals turned upward. The roots pulsed beneath the pool like veins beneath skin.

And they moved toward him.

Twelve women.

Twelve goddesses.

Twelve lovers.

Stella wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips pressing softly to his ear. "We want to feel you again."

Zoey trailed her fingers down his spine. "We want you to feel us."

Susan and Scarlet pressed to his chest and back, their breasts slick against him, their mouths seeking his.

Natalie’s hand wrapped around him, slow and sure, her grip as familiar as it was overwhelming.

They surrounded him like a storm. A holy, fevered storm.

And he let go.

He didn’t lead this time. He yielded.

He let them use him, worship him, share him. He kissed each mouth offered, tasted every sigh. He cupped breasts heavy with need, stroked soaked thighs spread open beneath the water, thrust himself into the willing embrace of their heat again and again until he forgot where one body ended and another began.

Sophie mounted him in the shallows, her hips rising and falling like waves. Lucy straddled his face, riding the edge of his tongue until she screamed. Layla gripped his hair while Emma leaned over her from behind, their moans fusing into harmony as his fingers plunged into them both.

Each climax was a spell.

Each kiss, a binding.

The goddess - the island - watched through their eyes. She felt through their bodies. They weren’t vessels now. They were extensions. Of nature. Of desire. Of something older than stars.

And when it was too much, when Jude felt himself unraveling under their touches, their lips, their insistent, perfect bodies - they held him. They caught him. They brought him down into the grass and moss at the pool’s edge and curled around him, soft and wet and utterly claimed.

The island sighed.

Its light dimmed.

The song faded.

And sleep finally came, slow and golden, wrapping around them like vines.

They dreamed.

Together.

Jude awoke to warmth - not just the kind pressed to his skin, but the kind that radiated from within, as if the very earth beneath him pulsed in tandem with his breath. Light filtered through the canopy above, soft beams catching motes of gold dust that hovered lazily in the air. The clearing no longer hummed, but there was a thrum beneath everything - a residual echo of the night’s pleasure. His body felt heavy and liquid, boneless and blessed, his skin still tingling from every touch, every kiss, every slick movement.

Around him, the women stirred.

Lucy lay with her head on his chest, hair fanned across his torso, lips slightly parted. Stella and Scarlet curled around his legs like twin vines, their fingers still tangled in his. Sophie and Zoey were wrapped around one another beside him, their legs intertwined, breathing synchronized. Every inch of them glistened in the morning light, every line of their bodies marked by the traces of what they’d done.

Rose sat cross-legged just beyond them, her back straight, her breasts bare, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall. She watched him with eyes no longer glowing, but deep - so deep he felt he could fall into them and never stop. There was power in her still, but it had softened. She looked like herself again, only more.

He sat up slowly, and the motion stirred the others. Grace reached for him sleepily. Emma stretched with a low moan. Natalie blinked awake and smiled like she’d never known pain in her life.

Rose stood and walked to him.

She held out her hand.

Jude took it without question.

The others rose one by one, naked, glowing, unashamed. They followed without hesitation, their bodies moving with a kind of grace they hadn’t had before, as though the island had sculpted them overnight. No one spoke. They didn’t need to. Their bond hummed in every shared glance, every gentle brush of fingers, every lingering gaze.

Rose led them through the trees - not back toward the river, not to the treehouses, but deeper still. The path hadn’t existed before. Or maybe it had, and they hadn’t been ready to see it. Moss grew thick here, soft beneath their feet. The light changed. The trees stood taller, older, their bark etched with symbols that pulsed faintly as they passed.

They reached a hollow.

At its center stood a massive tree, wider than any structure they’d ever seen. Its trunk was a tapestry of roots, spiraling and fused, forming a natural temple. A soft glow emitted from within, and the air buzzed with the scent of sweet fruit and wet earth.

"This is where it began," Rose said.

"No," whispered Sophie, "this is where it begins."

They entered the tree one by one, ducking beneath an arch of woven roots. Inside, the space opened into a chamber of glowing vines and soft, pulsing petals. At the center, there was a pool - not water, but something thicker, richer, golden and swirling with light.

The moment Jude stepped inside, the tree responded.

Its walls shimmered.

The pool brightened.

And the women surrounded him.