Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1450

Chapter 1450: Chapter 1450

Umbra turned to the second-born, who still knelt, trembling, her golden light now dimmed to soft amber. Umbra cupped her face.

"You are the first," she said. "But I am the truth."

The second-born nodded slowly. "Yes."

And then Umbra rose and turned to Jude again.

"I want you."

He froze. Not with fear. But with knowing.

"Not just your body," she said. "That belongs to them. And I will not take what is theirs. But your soul... your shadow... that is what planted me."

"What do you want from me?" he asked.

Her hands slid up his chest, cool and firm. "One night. One seed. One surrender."

His wives didn’t speak. Not a single one of them moved.

But none of them stopped him either.

He looked back at them - Lucy with tears in her eyes, Sophie with clenched fists, Zoey with narrowed eyes - and all of them nodded, almost imperceptibly.

Umbra extended her hand.

Jude took it.

She led him beyond the grove, into a hollowed cavern beneath the roots of the tree. The walls were smooth, like they’d been carved by time and breath. The air smelled like the deepest forest - wet stone, wild heat, something old and earthy.

She laid him down in the moss and climbed over him, straddling his hips.

And then she began.

She moved slowly at first, as if learning him with each roll of her hips. Her body was heavier than the others’, not in weight, but in intensity - like gravity itself bent around her. Her lips kissed his chest, his shoulders, his mouth. But the connection was deeper than that. She didn’t just take his length. She took his breath, his thoughts, his memories.

Every thrust she gave made something inside him fall away.

Every moan he made echoed off the roots and came back to him changed.

She rode him like he was a song she had waited centuries to sing.

When he came, it wasn’t just climax.

It was eclipse.

He cried out, his back arched, his hands clawing at the moss. His eyes saw stars. His soul poured out of him into her, and she took every drop, her body glowing briefly with indigo light as it consumed his gift.

And then she collapsed against him, her breath cool against his throat.

He didn’t know how long they lay there. Time melted. The heartbeat of the island slowed to a lullaby.

Finally, Umbra whispered, "Now we are whole."

When Jude returned to the grove, the women were waiting.

They didn’t ask questions.

They simply welcomed him with open arms.

They bathed him in the river, their hands gentle, their lips soft, their touches forgiving. They kissed him in turns - on the cheeks, the chest, the mouth, the thighs. Not possessive. Not jealous.

Grateful.

Lucy kissed his lips and whispered, "You came back."

"I never left," he murmured.

And above them, the tree pulsed again.

Not gold.

Not blue.

But something new.

A flicker of violet.

A beginning.

The pulse from the violet glow rippled through the clearing like a heartbeat that didn’t belong to any one of them, but all of them at once. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t blinding. It was gentle - a low, resonant vibration that hummed beneath the skin, between ribs and along the spines of everyone present. The tree didn’t bloom this time. It breathed.

Umbra stood beside the trunk, tall and still, her indigo skin radiant with the lingering shimmer of what she’d taken from Jude. She was watching the canopy now, lips parted slightly, her breath soft and slow. Not in awe. In communion.

Jude stepped out of the river, water streaming down his bare form, hair slicked back and skin shining with moonlight and mist. His wives surrounded him. They weren’t just looking at him anymore - they were looking through him, into something deeper. Something they all shared now. Sophie took his hand first. Then Lucy. Then Zoey, silent but certain. One by one, they touched him, wordlessly claiming him again, rejoining what had not been taken from them, but offered.

Rose moved to Umbra’s side. "What now?"

Umbra’s gaze did not leave the glowing violet at the top of the tree. "Now... it chooses."

A single petal drifted down. Just one. Violet, delicate, and trembling in the air like it knew the weight it carried.

It landed in Grace’s palm.

She gasped. Her body tensed - just for a second - and then relaxed again, her knees giving as she sank slowly into the moss. Her eyes rolled closed, lashes fluttering, breath coming fast. Jude was at her side before she could fall completely, catching her shoulders, pressing her against his chest.

"Grace?" he whispered.

Her eyes snapped open - and they weren’t hers anymore.

Not exactly.

They glowed faintly violet, rimmed with gold.

She smiled.

And then kissed him.

It wasn’t urgent, but it wasn’t gentle either. Her mouth met his with hunger, with need, with purpose. Her tongue pushed past his lips as if she were tasting something already hers. Around them, the others stood silent, watching, not jealous but reverent. Like this was something sacred now - part of the ritual none of them understood, but all of them craved.

When Grace pulled back, she whispered, "It’s me. I promise. But I see now. I feel now."

Her hands were already sliding over Jude’s chest, her lips following.

Zoey stepped forward. "You don’t have to - "

"I want to," Grace said, eyes flicking up with heat. "He gave it to Umbra. Now I give it back."

She guided Jude onto the moss, straddling him slowly. Her body pressed against his, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat. Jude moaned softly, his hands settling on her hips, the rhythm instinctive.

Grace began to ride him.

Slow at first, their breath mingling, their bodies rolling together in soft waves. But soon it changed. Grew faster. Hotter. She leaned over him, kissed his neck, then his lips, then sat up again, arching her back as her body moved in perfect sync with the pulse of the tree.