Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1441

Chapter 1441: Chapter 1441

They stripped each other again, but with slow reverence. Each article of clothing folded carefully and placed aside. Each kiss was long, unhurried. Their hands moved like prayer.

Sophie laid Jude back on a soft pile of moss, her lips trailing from his collarbone down to his hips, kissing each scar, each freckle, each piece of him. One by one, the others joined, touching him, stroking him, whispering words of love and power and devotion. They circled him like priestesses around a sacred flame.

And then Lucy climbed onto him first, slow and aching, her body fitting his like they had never been separate. She rode him with tears in her eyes, holding his face as she whispered, "Make me yours again."

He did. Every thrust, every groan, every kiss was a promise.

When she came, her cry echoed through the trees, and the tree behind them pulsed.

Emma came next, straddling him as Lucy collapsed beside them. Then Sophie. Then Rose. Then Natalie. Then Zoey. All of them, one by one, taking him into themselves, drinking from him like holy fire. Each orgasm rippled through the grove like a signal. The tree’s glow deepened with every release.

Jude didn’t stop until all of them had taken him.

Until all of them were panting, moaning, collapsed in a circle around him.

He rose, trembling, and pulled Grace into his arms.

She whispered, "I want to carry what we’ve created."

He kissed her, and they made love again, slowly, deeply, her fingers digging into his back, her thighs wrapping around him as if anchoring him to the earth.

By the time they all lay together once more, their bodies slick, their hearts open, the tree had grown again.

Another foot.

Another ring.

Another promise.

Jude stared up at the canopy above and realized that something had shifted in him. It wasn’t fear or uncertainty anymore. It was certainty. Joy. Belonging.

Lucy curled beside him, her hand over his belly. "We’re not just one anymore," she whispered.

"No," he said. "We’re many. And we’re growing."

In the distance, the island sang.

And for the first time, Jude sang back.

The morning light spilled gently through the leaves, gilding their bodies in gold as they lay in a quiet tangle at the grove’s center. The new tree shimmered beside them, its leaves fluttering in a wind none of them could feel, humming with the same rhythm that pulsed in their blood. Jude awoke with Lucy’s thigh draped over his waist and Rose’s hand resting against his heart. Emma had fallen asleep beside his head, her breath soft against his neck. All around him, the women he loved slept peacefully, skin warm and limbs entwined like roots beneath the soil.

He didn’t want to move. For a long while, he just breathed. Listened. The forest was alive with their song. Not the eerie hum from before - not the Watchers’ low, tempting melody - but something new. Something made by them. It was subtler, slower. A lullaby of skin and seed and soul.

Then Grace stirred, stretching like a cat across the moss, her body long and glistening, and smiled at him. "Still here?" she whispered.

"Still here," he replied.

She rose on her knees, her breasts brushing his chest, and kissed him softly. "It’s different now. I can feel it inside me."

He cupped her face. "You mean - ?"

She nodded. "Something took root last night. I know it."

A shiver ran down his spine. Lucy blinked awake beside him, her fingers trailing up his chest, her voice still thick with sleep. "She’s not the only one."

Jude looked at her sharply. "You too?"

"I dreamed of them again," she said, eyes wide. "But this time... it wasn’t a dream. I felt them. Felt them inside me."

He sat up slowly, the realization hitting like a wave. Rose sat up too, brushing her dark hair from her face. "It’s begun," she whispered.

More of them were stirring now - Zoey, Emma, Scarlet, Stella - each stretching into the dawn with glowing skin and soft, dazed smiles. Susan wrapped her arms around Natalie, who lay with her hand over her belly, looking stunned and beautiful.

"I don’t know how I know," Natalie said softly, "but I’m certain. I’ve never been certain of anything like this before."

Sophie stood slowly, arms crossed, watching the group with furrowed brows. "We can’t know for sure."

"We do ," Lucy said, reaching for her.

Emma pulled Sophie close from behind and kissed her neck. "Feel it. Breathe it. The island’s not just singing anymore - it’s growing."

Jude rose to his feet, naked and unashamed, and the others followed. The air smelled different now - thicker, laced with wildflowers and something deeper. Fertility, maybe. Magic. Every step they took was softer. The island itself seemed to be yielding to them.

The decision came silently: they would stay in the grove. It had become theirs. Their home. Their sanctuary. Their cradle.

They began building with a kind of euphoric purpose. Moss was woven into bedding. Vines became hammocks. Stones and branches shaped walls that curved with the trees, not against them. Every touch they placed into the land gave something back. Their energy seeped into everything - their love, their connection, their ecstasy.

And they were ecstatic.

Their bodies were no longer separate entities moving through space but instruments in the same song. Jude could feel them even when he wasn’t touching them. A tingling behind his ribs, a warmth in his spine - every time one of them moaned or came, he felt it echo through him.

That night, they didn’t sleep in the treehouse. They stayed in the grove, beneath the open canopy, wrapped in each other’s limbs like a living sculpture. And again, as dusk painted the sky in amber, they began to move.

Zoey was the first to take him that night, straddling him with fire in her eyes and rhythm in her hips. "I want it," she whispered, her voice thick and hungry. "I want to grow with you."