Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1458

Chapter 1458: Chapter 1458

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."

And as he closed his eyes, he did.

He saw the forest pulsing in rhythm with their hearts.

He saw the others - Lucy, Sophie, Emma, Grace, Stella, Zoey, Layla, Susan, Natalie, Scarlet - moving through the trees like priestesses. Lovers. Wives. And something more.

He felt their connection deepen.

And the song rose once again, louder now, drawing them forward.

Toward whatever came next.

The air thickened with warmth as Jude opened his eyes. Rose was still watching him, her body impossibly close, her skin gleaming with the same golden shimmer that pulsed in the trees. Behind her, the waterfall danced, the spray catching the morning sun like shards of crystal light. And far below, he could hear them - his wives - laughing, humming, whispering. The song never stopped now. It lingered on the edge of everything.

Rose tilted her head, her smile softer now. "Do you feel it, Jude? The shift?"

"I feel all of you," he whispered, his fingers trailing down her waist. "Every breath, every sound. It’s like you’re inside me."

She leaned forward, her lips grazing his ear. "We are."

Then she stepped back and began to walk along the ledge, her hips swaying slowly. "Follow me."

Jude followed without thinking. The path curved through a thick wall of vines that parted before them like they were expected. On the other side was a hollow, lush and hidden, surrounded by walls of stone and moss. The ground was layered with soft leaves, the canopy above just open enough to let golden light drizzle in like honey.

And there they were.

All of them.

Lucy lay stretched out on her back, her arms above her head, her legs spread lazily. Sophie was kneeling between them, her lips moving slowly up Lucy’s thigh. Emma lay on her stomach nearby, watching with hooded eyes, lazily stroking herself. Natalie stood at the edge of the pool, water trickling down her body as she combed her fingers through Scarlet’s hair, who was kneeling before her, nuzzling her thigh. Grace and Stella lay tangled in the crook of a tree, legs entwined, kissing slowly as if nothing else in the world mattered.

And in the center of it all was Layla, completely still, completely naked, eyes closed, her arms raised as if in prayer. Her entire body shimmered faintly. She was humming softly, barely audible over the breathing, the water, the skin on skin.

Rose walked to the center, stood behind Layla, and began to move her hands through the air, weaving something invisible. The hum rose around them like wind through harp strings.

Zoey emerged from the shadows and came to Jude, her eyes glowing softly. She slid behind him, her bare chest pressing to his back, her arms wrapping around his waist. "You were waiting for understanding," she whispered. "But now you see. Now you feel. "

Jude turned and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. She opened willingly, melting into him, and they sank to the moss together.

He was on his knees again, Zoey straddling him, guiding him in with a slow press that made them both gasp. Her hands threaded through his hair as she rocked, her hips fluid, her lips finding his again and again. Around them, the others began to move, to join, to melt. Lucy let out a soft cry as Sophie buried her face between her thighs. Emma crawled across the ground to lie beside them, her hand slipping between Sophie’s legs. Natalie pulled Scarlet into the water with her, their laughter bubbling up between moans. Grace and Stella rolled together, a tangle of limbs and pleasure, while Layla remained at the center, her hum vibrating deeper now.

The hum turned to song.

Not a melody of words, but a harmony of breath, moans, cries, sighs.

Jude thrust deeper into Zoey, their rhythm syncing with the rising music. Rose moved among them now like a conductor, touching, guiding, whispering blessings. She knelt beside Lucy and kissed her while Sophie continued her work. She dragged her fingers down Emma’s spine, making the girl shiver and buck against Sophie’s hand.

Jude’s climax built slowly, steadily, a tide that would not be denied. Zoey’s breath hitched as she clenched around him, her head falling back. He gripped her hips and let go, groaning into her mouth as she moaned into his, both of them trembling with release.

When it passed, she laid against his chest, still connected, still humming softly. He held her tightly, looking around the glade.

And every single one of them was joined.

A web of limbs and mouths and heat.

And love.

Not simple lust. Not mindless desire. But something richer. Deeper.

Emma crawled toward him and kissed his chest. "You see now, don’t you?"

He nodded. "Yes."

Rose’s voice rose from the center. "You are the core. You are the balance. We are yours. And you are ours."

The song surged again.

Layla opened her eyes.

They were gold now - entirely.

She rose to her feet, completely still, completely serene. The others went silent as she stepped into the center of them all. She held out her hands to Rose and to Jude. He took one. Rose took the other.

And the circle closed.

The island thrummed beneath them.

And something old stirred in the roots below.

The ground beneath Jude’s feet pulsed, subtle but undeniable, like the heartbeat of the island itself rising to meet them. Layla’s hands were warm, her touch electric, and when she turned toward him, her golden eyes shimmered with a depth that made his breath catch. Not just lust, not just love - something ancient, something elemental. It poured through her like the island had filled her with its essence.

Rose leaned in and whispered, "You are the center, Jude. The note they all sing around."