Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1457

Chapter 1457: Chapter 1457

The moss was still damp beneath Jude’s back as he lay there, limbs entwined with Grace and Zoey, Stella draped across his chest, Natalie nestled between his legs, her head resting on his thigh. None of them spoke. They didn’t need to. Their breath was a shared rhythm, like a slow tide washing over the roots of the tree that shaded them. The island seemed to breathe with them, a pulse deep under the soil that mirrored their satisfaction.

Then footsteps crunched on the path.

Jude sat up slowly, heart already leaping to his throat. The others stirred, lifting their heads lazily to look. From between the trunks, Lucy appeared first, her hair loose and falling in soft curls around her face, her lips parted slightly, her eyes glazed with something more than sleep. Behind her came Emma, her expression harder, tighter, cautious even now - but her feet moved without hesitation. And Sophie followed last, her gaze flicking between the bodies sprawled around Jude, her brows drawing together.

None of them spoke at first. The scene was too much. Raw. Sacred.

Lucy’s gaze found Jude’s immediately, and her steps didn’t falter. She walked straight toward him, dropping to her knees before he could even speak, and pulled his face to hers. Their kiss was deep, slow, burning. Not jealous. Not possessive. Just claiming. When she pulled back, she touched his cheek gently. "I felt you," she whispered. "Even before I opened my eyes. I knew where you were."

Emma approached more slowly. Her eyes lingered on Grace’s naked form curled against Jude’s side, then on Stella’s languid stretch, the sheen of sweat on Natalie’s thighs. Her jaw clenched once.

Sophie stood still, arms crossed. "Is this it now? This is what we are?"

Jude looked at her, his throat dry. "It’s not about what we are. It’s what the island is making us become."

Emma crouched beside Lucy and brushed her fingers through Jude’s hair. "You don’t look different. You don’t feel... gone."

"I’m not," he said. "I’m still me. But it’s like... I’m more aware of everything. Of you. Of them. Of the island."

Natalie propped herself up and smiled lazily. "It’s not about losing yourself. It’s about shedding the parts that never belonged."

"Convenient," Sophie muttered, but she didn’t move.

Zoey sat up, her arms looping around Grace, her head resting on her shoulder. "You remember how it felt when we first arrived here? Everything raw, everything terrifying, beautiful and unknown. That’s still here. But now we understand it better. We’re listening instead of resisting."

Lucy stood and stripped off her shirt in a single motion. "Then I want to listen too." She looked at Emma and Sophie. "Don’t you feel it? The pull? It’s not just about sex. It’s something else."

Emma swallowed hard, her eyes locking with Jude’s. "Show me."

He rose to his knees and pulled her close, pressing his forehead to hers. "Only if you want it."

Emma didn’t answer with words. Her lips crushed into his with a fire that made his breath catch. He pulled her shirt off, then her bra, his hands trembling with need and something else - reverence. She lay back in the moss, pulling him on top of her, and as he entered her, she gasped, her nails digging into his back.

Lucy curled beside them, kissing Emma’s shoulder, her thigh sliding between theirs.

Sophie stood alone, the last still wrapped in resistance, in logic, in fear. She watched them - the people she loved - tangled in each other and the earth. The moans rising into the morning mist. The way the forest leaned closer like it too was hungry for the heat blooming in the center of the clearing.

Stella looked up at her, not with seduction but sincerity. "You don’t have to be afraid."

"I’m not," Sophie said. But her voice shook.

Stella approached slowly, barefoot and bare, and cupped Sophie’s face. "Then join us."

Emma cried out beneath Jude, her climax sharp and shuddering, her voice cracking as she wrapped her arms around him tightly. Lucy kissed her jaw, then her lips, whispering something too soft to hear.

Sophie’s arms fell to her sides. She let Stella guide her. The kiss that followed wasn’t gentle - it was hungry. She pulled Stella against her, their bodies crashing like waves against the cliffside.

Jude watched through the haze of sweat and light as Sophie finally surrendered.

He laid back again, Lucy curled into his right side, Emma sprawled over his chest, Stella now pinned beneath Sophie’s hungry mouth, Grace whispering against Zoey’s neck, and Natalie lazily stroking herself with half-lidded eyes.

They were one thing now. One body. One rhythm.

The song returned, faint and harmonic, threading through the trees and the water, not loud but insistent. It pulsed like breath. Like lust. Like purpose.

Later, much later, they rose together - some to bathe, some to eat, some to kiss again in shadows deeper in the trees. Jude wandered toward the ridge, alone for the first time since sunrise, his thoughts still swirling.

And that’s when he saw her.

Rose.

Standing at the top of the stone ledge where the waterfall began, her back to him. She was naked too, her body glistening with dew. Her hair was braided with vines and feathers, her spine straight and still. When he approached, she didn’t turn. She spoke without looking at him.

"You felt it today."

He nodded. "I did."

"It’s only beginning."

He stepped beside her. The river below sparkled with sunlight. "What is this really, Rose?"

She finally turned to face him. "It’s not about us anymore. It never was. The island isn’t just a place. It’s a need. A hunger. A being. And we’re its lovers now. All of us."

Jude swallowed hard. "What happens if we give in completely?"

Her smile was like moonlight. "Then we become more than human. We become the island."

She took his hand and placed it on her breast. Her heart beat beneath it - steady, strong, electric. "Feel it. Not just me. All of it. Every root. Every drop. Every breath."