Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1436

Chapter 1436: Chapter 1436

Jude didn’t need her to explain.

He moved to the stone, dropped to his knees, and placed both hands against it. It was cool to the touch, smoother than it should have been, but it throbbed with warmth beneath the surface. He felt his breath hitch. The stone exhaled into him.

He opened his eyes - and saw them.

Not just the women. Them.

Visions. Memories. Futures.

Rose beneath the moonlight, her body arched in pleasure. Lucy laughing in the river. Emma curled in his arms by firelight. Zoey painting his chest with glowing ash. Layla whispering spells into his ear. Grace pressed against him, her mouth warm and insistent. Scarlet in the rain, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Stella riding him in the grass, crying his name. Natalie teaching him rhythms with her hips. Susan biting his lip. Sophie watching him from across the fire. And more. So much more. Lives they hadn’t lived yet.

It was all here.

A promise.

A bond.

His cock throbbed in response, and the stone seemed to answer, growing hotter beneath his palms. When he looked up, Rose was already undressing. Her wrap fell in silence. She stepped toward him nude, her body bathed in that flickering light, her nipples already taut, the curve of her hips swaying with each step.

She didn’t speak as she straddled him.

Her lips brushed his, and then she slid down onto him - slow, wet, deliberate.

Jude gasped.

The stone pulsed beneath him.

Rose moved in slow waves, her body wrapped around his, her hands on his chest, her mouth soft against his neck. She didn’t thrust - she guided, as if he were being drawn deeper into the stone itself. Around them, the others watched, their breathing quickening, desire rising in their throats like song.

Lucy undressed next, walking slowly to kneel behind Rose, pressing kisses down her spine, her fingers threading through Rose’s hair. Zoey knelt behind Jude, her hands running down his sides, her mouth ghosting over his shoulder.

Sophie stood still a moment longer, then began to strip as well. Her dress pooled around her feet, and she stepped into the moss barefoot and bare, her breasts rising with each breath, nipples beaded tight from wind and want. She came to Jude’s side and knelt, kissing his cheek, then Rose’s.

The others followed - one by one, clothes falling, bodies moving with grace and heat and hunger. The circle collapsed inward as they surrounded Jude and Rose, hands caressing, lips brushing, moans building like harmony.

Emma kissed Jude fiercely as Rose rode him, her tongue claiming his mouth while Lucy spread her thighs beside them and guided Grace’s face between them. Natalie pulled Zoey down, their mouths locking hungrily, their hips grinding together in the moss. Scarlet and Stella rolled together, legs tangled, slick sounds of pleasure rising from their kiss. Susan slid behind Sophie and pressed herself against her, cupping her breasts from behind, whispering something dark and delicious into her ear that made Sophie gasp.

And Jude -

Jude was lost in the center of it all.

Pleasure everywhere.

Rose’s walls squeezing him with every roll of her hips, her breath hot against his mouth. Fingers stroking his chest, his thighs, his neck. Lips on his skin. Tongues. The wet, desperate sounds of bodies joining all around him, the sacred music of surrender.

He came with Rose - his cry muffled by her mouth, his release a rush of heat and fire that made the stone blaze with light. She shuddered above him, her climax crashing through her in waves, her body trembling against his.

But it didn’t stop.

Because Lucy was already pulling him into her mouth, tasting him, cleaning him with a hunger that made his knees weak. And Emma was rising to straddle him next, her hand guiding him back into her, her body slick and hot and ready.

One by one, they took him.

They worshipped him.

He gave himself to each of them, and they gave him back pieces of themselves until there was nothing left but love and breath and the pulse of the stone beneath them.

And when the last moan faded...

When the circle lay tangled and spent around him...

The stone flared once more.

Then dimmed.

Not to silence.

But to stillness.

The kind of stillness that follows a storm.

Rose’s fingers found his cheek, her smile soft. "We’re planted now."

Lucy curled beside him, sighing. "So what grows next?"

Jude closed his eyes, chest rising and falling beneath their hands, their hearts, their warmth.

He didn’t know.

But he was ready to find out.

The light that bathed the grove slowly dimmed, not vanishing, but settling - like breath exhaled after a long and shattering moan. The moss beneath their bodies remained warm, pulsing faintly with the memory of what had just happened. The trees swayed as if nodding in approval, branches curling inward protectively above them. No one spoke right away. They lay there - entwined, exhausted, fulfilled - wrapped in one another’s limbs, their skin slick with sweat and something more primal, more ancient than touch alone could explain.

Jude’s head rested against Sophie’s thigh. Her fingers threaded gently through his hair, the rhythm soothing, her breathing slow and deep. Lucy was curled against his side, her cheek pressed to his chest. Susan’s hand remained on his stomach, tracing idle circles while her eyes stayed half-lidded, somewhere between sleep and satisfaction. Stella had draped herself across Zoey’s back like a blanket, both of them sighing softly every few breaths, tangled in each other.

Emma, always the one to come down from passion with clarity, stirred first. She leaned up on one elbow and looked at the center of the grove, where the stone still pulsed with a slow, rhythmic glow. "It’s not just a place," she whispered. "It’s like a heart."

"A heart of the island," Natalie murmured, her lips brushing against Grace’s shoulder. "It beat with us."

"It changed with us," Stella said, her voice dreamy. "I could feel it while we moved. Like it was responding. Echoing."