Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1456

Chapter 1456: Chapter 1456

Lucy’s cheek rested against his chest, her breath warm and steady. Emma was curled into his side, a hand possessively draped over his stomach. Sophie lay tangled in Lucy’s legs, her lips parted in sleep, a small smile on her face. The smell of skin, sweat, earth, and something sweeter than any flower he’d ever known hung in the air. Not perfume, not sap - something primal. Something born from what they’d shared the night before.

He watched them all, the women he loved, their bodies still slick from the memory of what they’d done. And then, from beyond the treehouse, came the sound of laughter - soft, musical, undeniably female. Zoey. Grace. Stella. Natalie. Already awake. Already moving. The others had risen early, and the rhythm of their footsteps above and below shifted like a dance.

Jude eased out from under the sheets carefully. Lucy stirred, her fingers tightening around his wrist for a second before releasing. She didn’t wake.

He found his pants, pulled them on slowly, and made his way to the edge of the platform. The forest below glowed faintly, leaves sparkling with dew. A breeze drifted through, thick with the scent of sex and soil and fresh water.

Then he saw them.

Down at the base of the main tree, where the roots curved like a bowl into the earth, four women moved together in a slow, swirling motion. Naked, unashamed, their bodies glistened in the morning light.

Natalie bent over the roots, her back arched, hands buried in the soil. Stella stood behind her, one hand on her hip, the other between Natalie’s thighs, moving with practiced ease. Grace lay on her side in the moss nearby, watching with her fingers lazily circling between her legs. Zoey knelt behind Grace, her tongue flicking along her shoulder, her other hand gripping her breast possessively.

Jude swallowed hard.

The scene wasn’t just erotic - it was spiritual.

They weren’t just fucking. They were communing.

Every thrust, every moan, every shift of a finger or arch of a back resonated with something deeper now, something layered into the very ground they knelt upon. He could feel the way the roots trembled slightly, the way the air thickened around them. The island was watching.

And it approved.

Jude made his way down quietly, bare feet moving over the polished wood of the platform. As he descended the rope ladder, Natalie turned her head and met his gaze. She didn’t stop moving. She just smiled - a slow, wicked, tender smile - and beckoned him.

Stella looked up as well, licking her fingers before returning them between Natalie’s thighs. "Join us."

Jude stepped barefoot onto the soft earth.

He didn’t speak.

He didn’t need to.

Grace reached for him first, her fingers curling around the waistband of his pants. Zoey was behind her, watching intently as Grace tugged the fabric down slowly. Jude helped her, stepping free, his cock already thickening under their eyes. Grace smiled, her lips brushing the head softly, reverently, before taking him into her mouth.

He groaned, his hand tangling in her dark curls. Her tongue swirled around him expertly, her pace slow and torturous. Zoey slid beside her, licking along his shaft, her gaze never leaving his face.

Behind him, Natalie moaned louder, her hips jerking back into Stella’s hand. "Harder," she whispered. "Please."

Stella didn’t hesitate. Her fingers thrust faster, deeper. Her other hand spanked Natalie’s ass lightly, making her cry out, her legs trembling. The sound echoed through the clearing, sharp and electric.

Jude barely held onto himself as Grace deepthroated him, her throat relaxing around his length. Zoey took his balls into her mouth, sucking them gently, her hands exploring his thighs.

He grabbed Grace’s shoulders, pulled her off gently. She panted, lips swollen, eyes glassy. Zoey stood up and kissed her hard, their tongues tangling. Jude turned toward Natalie and Stella.

"Let me," he said, his voice low, rough.

Stella stepped back without a word, licking her fingers clean as she watched him approach.

Natalie stayed bent over, her fingers digging into the moss now, her ass in the air, glistening and needy.

Jude grabbed her hips and slid inside her in one smooth, hard motion.

She screamed his name.

He pounded into her, fast, deep, each thrust timed to the rapid beat of the island beneath them. Natalie’s back arched, her tits swinging, her moans turning feral. Stella watched from the side, one hand between her legs, the other lazily teasing Grace’s clit.

Zoey kissed Jude’s shoulder as he fucked Natalie, her tongue dragging along his collarbone. "She’s so wet for you," she whispered. "She was moaning your name before we even started."

"Still is," he growled, slamming into Natalie harder.

Natalie cried out, her hands clutching the roots, her whole body trembling as she came, squeezing around him, her walls pulsing.

He pulled out before he lost control and turned immediately to Grace.

She was lying back now, legs open, fingers teasing herself slowly.

"Please," she whispered.

Jude didn’t hesitate.

He climbed on top of her, kissing her deeply as he slid inside, her wetness welcoming him with a soft gasp. She wrapped her legs around him, holding him tight, her mouth against his ear. "Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop."

Their bodies moved together, a steady, perfect rhythm. Zoey crawled behind Grace, lifting her hips, her tongue sliding along the place where Jude entered her, licking them both.

He nearly came from that alone.

Stella straddled his face without a word, lowering herself down so that his mouth met her slick folds. He sucked and licked as he fucked Grace, the taste of one wife on his tongue, the tight wet heat of another wrapped around his cock.

They cried out together - Grace coming first, clenching tight, her body bucking under his. Jude followed with a deep groan, his release pulsing into her in hard, uncontrollable bursts.

Stella rode his tongue through all of it, her thighs trembling, her cries soft and sacred as she climaxed on his face.

When it was over, they collapsed into the moss, breathing hard, tangled together.

The wind moved through the trees above, warm and slow, and somewhere distant, the soft sound of singing drifted through the branches.

Lucy.

Emma.

Sophie.

They were coming.

And the morning was just beginning.