Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1452

Chapter 1452: Chapter 1452

Her body was hot, trembling, and tight around him as she sank down. She moved with slow, purposeful rhythm, riding him while the others began to circle. Their bodies touched, not just with him, but with each other - hands gliding, mouths brushing, hips pressing. It wasn’t orgy. It wasn’t ritual.

It was celebration .

Sophie cried out when she came, biting down on his neck and shuddering. Jude groaned beneath her, grabbing her hips to keep her from falling. When she slid off, Zoey took her place immediately, pinning Jude’s wrists to the moss as she kissed him hard and deep.

"I hated you," she whispered.

"No you didn’t."

"No," she agreed, grinding against him. "I was just scared."

"Are you still scared?"

Zoey smiled darkly. "Terrified."

And then she rode him, fierce and fast, taking what she wanted with a snarl in her throat and fire in her eyes. When she came, she did it with a growl, her nails raking his chest. He exploded inside her seconds later, pulsing with heat and energy that didn’t feel entirely his anymore.

He’d become a conduit.

Not just for pleasure. For something more .

The moment Zoey climbed off him, Grace curled beside him, pressing her soft lips to his and whispering sweet, nonsense words that made his chest ache. Stella nuzzled at his neck. Natalie kissed his thighs. Emma wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his side.

Lucy knelt behind him, pulling him back into her lap. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her breasts flush against his back, her breath warm in his ear.

"You don’t belong to us anymore," she whispered.

"I still love you," he said.

"I know. That’s why it works."

Umbra and Rose stepped forward again, no longer needing to lead, no longer outside. They were part of the circle now. Equal. Whole.

Rose knelt in front of Jude and pressed her forehead to his. "You’ve crossed through. We all have."

"I don’t know what that means," he said.

"It means the island knows us now," Umbra said behind him. "And we know it. This world is ours - because we gave ourselves to it. Because we surrendered."

"To what?"

"To the truth."

Above them, the tree gave a final pulse.

And the sky changed.

Clouds broke.

Not in a storm - but in light.

Soft, shifting, warm beams of color filtered through the branches - gold and violet and blue and pink. It wasn’t like sunrise. It wasn’t like anything they’d ever seen. It was... arrival.

The island sang louder now.

The women stood.

Each of them shimmering. Each of them radiant.

Each of them complete .

They lifted Jude together - twelve hands on his body, supporting him, guiding him. They moved as one, toward the base of the tree, where the moss was thickest, where the roots curled like thrones.

And there, they lay him down again.

Not for worship.

Not for lust.

But for union .

Lucy straddled him again. This time slow, reverent, her hands cradling his face as she took him inside her.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too."

Then Grace moved beside her, kissing Lucy’s neck, while Emma kissed her chest. Stella’s hands ran through Lucy’s hair. Zoey stroked her thighs. Natalie kissed Jude’s stomach. Sophie lay beside him, holding his hand. Rose kissed his lips.

And together, they rocked.

Together, they came.

Together, they sang .

When the final wave passed, and the last moan melted into silence, they lay in a tangled heap of sweat and love and moss and breath.

No one spoke.

No one needed to.

The song had quieted.

But the harmony remained.

And in the distance... the island answered .

Jude’s breath came in slow, ragged pulls as he lay beneath the canopy of shimmering light, his body still entwined with Lucy’s, their heartbeats slowing in unison. Around him, the others stirred like petals in a breeze - soft movements, limbs tangled in a mosaic of skin and warmth. The tree above them pulsed gently, its violet glow now steady and slow, like the deep breaths of something ancient and satisfied.

He didn’t feel drained. He felt filled. Saturated. As though his body had become a vessel for something older than the island itself. The sensations of the ritual still clung to his skin: the sweat, the softness of breasts against his chest, the glide of fingers and tongues, the heat of lips brushing his collarbone, his thighs, his spine. Each of them had touched a different part of him - flesh and spirit - and left a mark.

Grace lay curled beside him, one leg draped over his. Sophie nestled against his opposite side, her fingers stroking his temple rhythmically like she was still grounding herself. Zoey had her head resting on his stomach, her breath slow, her hair damp with sweat. Emma and Natalie dozed near his feet, their hands lightly clasped. Lucy hadn’t moved at all. She was still on top of him, her body pressed close, her forehead resting on his shoulder. Her chest rose and fell gently, her inner muscles occasionally twitching around him, reminding him that they were still joined.

Then Rose stood.

She rose like a breeze lifts smoke - graceful, slow, and inevitable. Her hair flowed down her back, damp and tangled, her skin glowing gold in the strange canopy light. She didn’t speak right away. She simply stepped away from the circle of bodies and placed one hand on the tree.

Umbra joined her, wordless.

Jude turned his head toward them.

"What happens now?" he asked, his voice raw and low.

Umbra turned slowly, her expression unreadable. "Now, the island speaks."

"The ritual is complete," Rose added. "But something’s coming. A next step."

Lucy stirred atop him, lifting her head. "Another ritual?"

"No," Rose said. "A revelation."

The ground beneath them hummed - not violently, not even ominously. It was like a purr. A sound of contentment. But it grew louder, rising up through their bones, through their chests, until it felt like it was shaping their thoughts.