Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1434

Chapter 1434: Chapter 1434

The rhythm deepened. Jude rocked into Lucy, their breaths wild now, her nails raking his shoulders as she whispered his name like a spell. Grace was beneath Scarlet now, their legs tangled, hips rolling, mouths locked in a kiss that hummed with soft, desperate sounds. Sophie knelt with Layla, their bodies glistening as they pressed together, Layla’s fingers buried in Sophie’s curls, guiding her mouth between her thighs.

The moans grew louder. Faster. A chorus. A rising tide of need and surrender and reverence. No one was left untouched. No heart was left alone. Every kiss, every stroke, every cry was shared - echoed, answered, magnified.

Jude reached for Emma next as Lucy collapsed against him, breathless and glowing. He pulled her into his lap and thrust deep, slow and powerful, his hands gripping her ass, his mouth on her throat. She rode him with a strength that made the forest itself seem to tremble, her cries high and pleading. Zoey kissed them both, fingers sliding between their bodies, guiding them into a crescendo that made Emma break apart in his arms.

And when Rose joined him - last, slow, inevitable - he wept.

Not from sorrow.

From knowing.

She climbed onto him like she had a hundred times before, but this time was different. Her hips met his with a rhythm that made the stars seem to turn. She kissed him with everything she was - her past, her becoming, her future. Their bodies rocked in unison, surrounded by moans and gasps and soft, slippery sounds of pleasure that filled the clearing like song.

And when she came, she didn’t cry out.

She sang.

Her voice lifted like birdsong, like wind through the canopy, like the pulse of the earth itself. The others joined her - one by one - until the entire clearing pulsed with the sound of their ecstasy. Jude’s climax tore through him like lightning, his body arching into hers, his voice caught in her mouth as they collapsed together, tangled and panting and whole.

Time unraveled.

They lay together in a tangle of limbs and sighs, hearts thudding in slow unison. The moss beneath them glowed faintly, a soft cradle of life. Jude kissed Rose’s shoulder. Lucy brushed sweat from his brow. Grace and Stella held hands against his chest. Zoey traced idle patterns along his thigh.

"Now what?" Susan asked sleepily.

Rose smiled. "Now we rest. And then we build. "

Jude looked up at the canopy, at the glint of sunlight caught between leaves, and whispered, "Together."

They drifted in and out of sleep. No longer hunted. No longer haunted.

Just home.

Jude stirred awake first, though it was difficult to tell if he’d truly slept. His body was heavy with satisfaction, wrapped in the warm weight of so many limbs, the scent of their shared pleasure lingering in the air like incense. The moss cradled his back with a gentle dampness, and the canopy above swayed with a rhythm that felt like breath - slow, steady, eternal.

He didn’t move right away. He let his eyes drift across the women resting around him, the ones he had fought for, bled with, loved with every part of himself. Lucy slept beside him, curled close, her fingers still laced loosely in his. Her lips were parted in the softest smile, strands of her hair caught across his chest. Beyond her, Stella and Grace were wrapped around each other, their thighs entangled, their cheeks flushed with the remnants of their passion.

Susan lay on her stomach with one arm over Zoey, who had an unreadable smile tugging at her lips, even in sleep. Emma was tucked against his other side, her body molded against his with a protective closeness, one leg thrown across him possessively. Sophie was the only one sitting up - watching.

She wasn’t smiling.

Her expression wasn’t distrustful or angry, but thoughtful, alert, her arms wrapped around her knees, chin resting atop them. She looked at the others, then at Jude, and when their eyes met, she nodded once.

"You saw it too," she said softly.

He nodded back. "It wasn’t just in our heads."

Sophie exhaled through her nose. "It’s real. The connection. The island’s response. But it’s also... changing us ."

Jude sat up, careful not to disturb the sleeping warmth of Emma and Lucy. "Are you afraid?"

Sophie shook her head slowly. "Not exactly. But we crossed a threshold, Jude. That wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t even just love. It was ritual. The island answered it."

He glanced around them.

The clearing was no longer the same.

The moss had bloomed beneath them, tiny white flowers glowing faintly where their bodies had laid. The stream nearby had shifted course, curling around the moss bed like a protective embrace. The air shimmered with heat and something sweeter, like nectar drifting through the leaves.

And overhead, the branches of the trees bent inward slightly - as if sheltering them.

"We’ve become part of it," he said quietly.

Sophie looked toward the canopy. "Or it became part of us."

He touched his chest, still feeling the echo of Rose’s breath against his skin. "Either way, we can’t go back."

Sophie’s gaze softened. "No. And I don’t want to. But I think we need to understand what we’re building before it grows too far beyond our reach."

He rose carefully, disentangling from limbs and sighs, moving barefoot through the glowing moss toward the stream. The water was cool as he knelt beside it, splashing some over his face. Behind him, the others were beginning to stir. He heard their voices - sleepy, pleased, murmuring to each other in tones that made him smile.

Rose was awake already, of course. She appeared beside him without a sound, her reflection in the water as clear as his own. She looked radiant in the morning light, her skin kissed gold, her eyes as deep and calm as the pool itself.

"You felt it too," she said softly.

He nodded. "It was more than I imagined."

Rose crouched beside him, resting her hand on his shoulder.