Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1459

Chapter 1459: Chapter 1459

All around the glade, the others drew closer. Lucy’s skin was still damp with sweat, her eyes glazed with affection and hunger. Sophie and Emma stood beside each other now, hands twined, breaths slowing from the rhythm they’d shared. Natalie stepped barefoot from the water, droplets gliding over the curves of her hips, her mouth parted in reverence. Zoey curled against Jude’s side, one hand resting just over his heart, where the island’s pulse now echoed.

Layla began to hum again, low and steady. The sound resonated in Jude’s chest. It wasn’t a song now - it was a signal.

One by one, they joined it.

A vibration in the throat, in the air, in the earth.

Rose guided him to the center, to where the moss was thick and soft. She knelt first, then Layla, then Zoey. The others circled them, forming a ring of bare skin, glowing eyes, and linked hands. As the humming deepened, the light filtering through the trees seemed to shift, bending and warping like the air around a flame. Something unseen moved through it - watching, listening, responding.

Jude sank to his knees. Layla reached out and undid the last tie at his waist, her fingers reverent. The glade was no longer just a place - it was a temple, and they were its worshipers, its sacrifice, and its gods all at once.

Lucy stepped behind him and kissed the back of his neck, slow and lingering. Sophie knelt in front of him and placed her palm on his chest. Her gaze was clear, sharp, burning. "This is the moment, Jude," she said softly. "This is the binding."

"What binding?"

Emma answered from behind Sophie. "Heart. Flesh. Spirit."

The humming rose.

Natalie’s voice joined it in harmony, sweet and haunting.

Then Scarlet, her tone darker, deeper.

Stella followed, breathless but sure.

And Grace, her voice trembling with tears she didn’t shed.

Together, the twelve women created a harmony unlike anything Jude had ever heard. Not human, not earthly - it sounded like the island itself singing through them.

Layla climbed into his lap and wrapped herself around him, her breath warm against his mouth. "Do you want to be ours?" she asked, though it wasn’t a question. It was a rite.

Jude nodded, breathless.

She guided him into her again, and the hum deepened into moans, into gasps, into calls of pure feeling. Her hips rocked with the tempo of the island, her eyes never leaving his. Around them, the others touched and kissed, but they didn’t interfere. They watched. They witnessed.

And as he moved within her, Jude felt the shift again - not just in himself, but in all of them. It wasn’t just pleasure anymore. It was communion.

Every thrust, every kiss, every breath was sacred.

Zoey pressed her cheek to his shoulder, whispering encouragement.

Lucy’s hands cradled his spine.

Sophie kissed Layla’s throat as she arched back, taking Jude deeper.

The sound of it - the wet heat of their joining, the moans layered over the chant, the rhythm of skin on skin - filled the glade.

Jude felt the climax building, not just in his body, but in the air, the light, the trees.

And when it came, it didn’t stop.

Layla cried out, her body convulsing around him, her hands clutching his face.

And Jude... Jude broke open.

Pleasure like fire and water and lightning tore through him, and the island responded.

The trees trembled.

The moss glowed.

The roots pulsed.

A golden light spread out from beneath them, rippling through the glade like a heartbeat.

The song reached its crescendo.

Then silence.

Thick.

Sacred.

Layla lay panting on his chest, her body still trembling. Jude held her tightly, his mind too stunned for thought.

Rose leaned over and kissed his brow. "Now you understand."

Sophie touched his face. "Now you’re part of it."

He looked up, at all of them - his wives. His world.

And the island pulsed again, satisfied.

The silence that followed wasn’t empty - it was dense, thrumming with meaning. Jude lay still, holding Layla close, her breath warm and slow against his chest. The light filtering through the canopy above had changed; it was no longer the familiar golden rays of morning but a soft, pulsing glow, as though the sun itself had slowed its rhythm to match theirs. Around him, the circle remained unbroken. His wives moved in reverent silence, touching one another softly, some kissing, some embracing, all basking in the residue of whatever had just happened.

Lucy was the first to speak, her voice low and trembling. "I felt it. Inside. Like something... bloomed."

"It did," Rose murmured, her fingers grazing Lucy’s spine as she passed behind her. "It’s started."

Jude looked up, struggling to find words. "What is this? What did we do?"

Sophie knelt in front of him again. Her face was different now - calmer, clearer, but still sharp with purpose. "It wasn’t just sex. It was a binding. A merging. You opened."

"I didn’t choose anything," he whispered, though even as he said it, his heart felt heavier, fuller. Changed.

Rose shook her head, crouching beside Layla. "You didn’t need to. The island chose you. You accepted it. That’s what matters."

Grace stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Jude from behind. Her lips brushed his ear. "We felt you come alive. All of us. Every piece of us is tuned to you now."

Stella ran her hands along Layla’s side, still resting against Jude’s chest. "And her. She’s the vessel. You’re the flame."

Zoey leaned against his side and added, "And the rest of us? We’re the choir."

They were building something - Jude could feel it. Not just with words or bodies, but in the weave of their energy. He could sense the connection running through them all now like golden thread. It wasn’t just intimacy. It was fusion.

The glade had become a sacred space.

And in the silence that followed, they all turned toward the same sound - the river beyond the trees, where the water now sang with a melody identical to their hums.