Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1451

Chapter 1451: Chapter 1451

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.

When she climaxed, it wasn’t alone.

Jude came with her - hard, deep, surrendering again, but not lost. He felt it travel up through his spine, through hers, through the air between them like a current of lightning.

The tree pulsed violet again.

And another petal fell.

This time, it drifted to Stella.

She didn’t wait.

She pulled Jude up from the moss, kissed him hard, and then turned, presenting herself on hands and knees in the grass. Her body was slick, ready, waiting. Jude moved behind her, sliding into her with a single, deep thrust that made her cry out, low and guttural.

The others drew near, surrounding them in a wide circle, watching.

Not because they needed to, but because they were part of it.

They touched each other - soft moans and whispers filling the air like song. Natalie pressed her lips to Susan’s neck. Emma slid her fingers down Lucy’s back, kissing her shoulder. Sophie held Zoey from behind, her mouth on her ear, murmuring things no one else heard.

Stella pushed back into Jude, matching every thrust, every groan. "Don’t stop," she gasped. "Make it real. Make me real."

He grabbed her hips tighter, faster, his body slamming into hers again and again, until she arched and screamed, climaxing so hard her legs gave out.

He came inside her with a final thrust and a choked moan, collapsing over her back as another wave of violet light burst from the tree.

Two more petals fell.

Natalie caught one.

So did Lucy.

They moved toward him together.

He was still catching his breath, sweat cooling on his skin, but when Natalie kissed him - wet, open, desperate - his body stirred again. Lucy kissed his chest, then dropped to her knees, her lips wrapping around him as Natalie lay back and spread herself open in the moss.

He slid into her, his hands cupping her face, while Lucy licked him where they were joined, her tongue working his shaft and Natalie’s swollen folds in rhythm.

They moved like dancers.

Like fire and moonlight.

Natalie came first, crying out against his mouth, her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper. Lucy climbed up next, straddling his face, her thighs gripping his head as she rode his tongue with short, sharp moans. Jude devoured her - tongue moving with urgency, hands on her hips, until she came so hard she trembled.

And still the tree pulsed.

Still it dropped petals.

And still, Jude answered.

He lost count of how many times they took him.

How many times they whispered his name, kissed his skin, sucked his breath from his lips. How many times they bent for him, spread for him, held him. His body was exhausted, trembling, dripping with their desire, soaked in heat and sweat and love.

When it was done - when the last violet petal finally drifted and vanished before touching the earth - they gathered.

Umbra stood beside the tree again.

The second-born beside her, glowing golden.

And all the wives formed a circle around Jude, who lay in the center, half-conscious, spent and glowing faintly himself now.

Umbra stepped forward.

"Now," she said, "you understand."

Jude lifted his head. "What is this?"

"Balance," she whispered. "The night and the day. The gold and the shadow. The fire and the water. You gave yourself to us, and now the island... is whole."

Rose approached, knelt beside him, kissed his brow. "You’re part of it now. Forever."

"And so are we," Lucy added.

Sophie lay beside him. "We all are."

The tree shivered.

The canopy above rustled with unseen wind.

And then, slowly, softly...

It began to sing.

The sound was nothing like the earlier hums or the haunting melodies carried on the wind. This was a song. A true, celestial, impossible song - woven of voices that didn’t belong to a single throat but to the island itself. The trees didn’t just echo the music; they were the music. The earth vibrated with a harmony that wasn’t merely heard but felt in bone, in blood, in breath.

Jude sat up slowly. His muscles ached, tender and overworked, but there was a new kind of strength under the fatigue. Something ancient. Something earned.

Around him, the women glowed - not with the same colors anymore, but with a spectrum. Violet, gold, blue, silver, amber. Each one pulsed in time with the song. It was no longer just Rose and Umbra standing apart. All of them were touched now. All of them changed . Yet none of them were lost.

Lucy reached for him, brushing damp hair from his face. "Can you feel it?"

He nodded, voice low. "It’s alive."

"The tree?" Zoey asked, standing nearby, her arms crossed under her breasts, eyes narrowed not in suspicion, but in awe.

"No," Jude said. " Us. "

The song grew. Gentle at first, then stronger, building like a crescendo. The forest shimmered under its power. Leaves rustled without wind. Moss lit like faint stars. Petals of all colors began to fall - soft, slow, delicate - and each one turned to mist before it reached the ground, absorbed into the bodies of those who stood below.

Sophie walked to Jude, her eyes dark with need. She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. She dropped to her knees and straddled him, her hands gripping his shoulders, her hips grinding slowly against his exhausted but still-reactive body.

"I want you," she whispered, lips brushing his.

"You’ve already had me," he murmured, breath hitching.

"Not this you," she said. "Not the you who’s part of the island. Not the you who sings."

Then she kissed him.