Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1460

Chapter 1460: Chapter 1460

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. The island had joined the song.

Natalie took Jude’s hand and pulled him to his feet. "Come. There’s one more part."

He stood shakily, legs unsteady but willing. The women followed him, surrounding him, their bodies brushing his as they moved with him through the trees. They passed through a corridor of vines and ferns, descending toward the riverbank where white stones lined the edge of the water. The current shimmered now, as though filled with liquid light.

In the center of the river was a platform of stone - natural, round, and ancient.

They waded in together. Water reached their thighs, their waists, their chests. They moved with unspoken choreography, lifting him gently onto the stone. He stood dripping, naked, his skin kissed by light and shadow.

Rose stepped up beside him, then Layla, then Zoey.

The rest formed a circle in the water, heads tilted back, voices rising again in harmony.

Sophie knelt and poured water over Jude’s chest, her touch gentle. "You are the center."

Lucy kissed his temple. "The source."

Grace touched his lips. "The song."

And then Rose spoke, her voice echoing across the glade. "Let this be the second binding."

Before he could ask what that meant, Layla moved against him again. She climbed into his arms, her body slippery with water, her legs wrapping around his waist. This time, their joining was smoother, deeper, even more connected. She moaned against his mouth, and the entire river seemed to sigh with her.

As he thrust into her, the song around them swelled. His wives in the water touched each other softly, sensually - stroking, kissing, moaning. Every movement added to the chorus. He felt them all. Their pleasure became his. Their moans were his own.

Layla threw her head back as she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. Jude followed, lost in the heat of her, the slickness, the glow between their bodies. When they came together, the island responded again - trees rustling in unison, birds crying out, the current curling around them like silk.

Then silence again.

Jude lowered Layla onto the stone, both of them breathing hard, sweat and water mixing on their skin. The others climbed onto the platform now, one by one, wrapping around him, pressing kisses to his arms, his chest, his thighs.

Emma kissed his hand. "You’re part of us now. All the way."

He looked at her. "And Sophie? Lucy?"

Lucy smiled softly. "We all feel it now. Even the ones who fought it."

Sophie stepped closer. "I haven’t changed," she said. "But I’m not scared anymore. Whatever this is... I’m starting to see."

Zoey kissed her neck from behind, and Sophie closed her eyes.

Emma looked up at Jude again. "It doesn’t have to be all at once. We don’t lose ourselves. We’re just... more."

More.

That word echoed through Jude’s mind.

They spent the rest of the day in the river, wrapped around each other in shifting combinations - soft kisses, hungry hands, whispered laughter. No one rushed. No one forced. It wasn’t about need anymore. It was about connection.

He made love to Emma next, slow and reverent, her thighs trembling beneath his hands, her lips repeating his name like a prayer. Then to Grace, who cried as she came, pulling him tight against her and refusing to let go.

The sky turned orange. Then violet. The stars emerged, blinking down like curious eyes.

And still, they did not leave.

By nightfall, all twelve of his wives had shared themselves with him on that stone, each experience different, sacred, unforgettable.

And when Jude finally lay on his back, utterly spent, surrounded by the women he loved - his women - the stars themselves seemed to pulse with the same golden rhythm.

They curled around him like petals, like roots, like vines.

And in his dreams, the island whispered.

Now you belong.

Jude awoke to a world reborn.

The river still murmured its endless song, soft and low like breath between lovers. Sunlight danced across the surface in golden ripples, catching the curve of bodies nestled against him. Lucy’s arm draped across his chest, her fingers curled loosely around his ribs. Layla lay sprawled across his thighs, cheek pressed to his skin, her breath warm and slow. Emma was wrapped around his left side, one leg tossed over his hip, her hair damp with river dew. Zoey, Sophie, Natalie - all of them were there, tangled in limbs, in breath, in heartbeat.

His heart beat with them.

It wasn’t just love anymore. It was unity. A shared soul stretched across thirteen bodies.

He sat up slowly, careful not to disturb the fragile beauty of the scene. Around them, the island was silent - not empty, but reverent. The air carried no wind. The leaves were still. Even the birds had paused, as though holding back their voices in honor of the moment.

Jude stepped carefully onto the stones along the river’s edge, his feet sinking slightly into the moss. The glow still shimmered beneath the surface, faint but ever-present. He looked back at the women he loved - his wives, his center, his song. And every one of them stirred, as if responding to his thoughts rather than his movements.

Rose was the first to rise.

She didn’t speak. She just walked toward him, fully nude, her hair cascading down her back like a curtain of midnight. Her skin glowed golden in the morning sun, and her smile was soft, familiar, achingly perfect.

He opened his arms and she came into them, melting against him like she was always meant to be there.