Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1461

Chapter 1461: Chapter 1461

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.

Then the others followed. One by one, they came to him - Sophie, Lucy, Layla, Zoey, Emma, Grace, Natalie, Susan, Stella, Scarlet, and finally, quiet little Serena. Each kissed him. Each whispered something soft - an "I’m yours," a "we’re ready," a "forever."

Together, they made their way back toward the camp, no longer needing clothes, no longer bound by shame or modesty. Their bodies were part of the island now, just as much as the trees, the river, the stones.

And the island welcomed them.

When they stepped into the clearing, the treehouse shimmered in the light, moss growing thicker along its base, flowers blooming along the railings. Vines with pale golden leaves crept up the trunks of the trees, glowing faintly in rhythm with each footstep. The entire forest had changed overnight - as if responding to what they had become.

Jude stopped at the center of the clearing.

The circle had returned - twelve women forming it around him, eyes clear, hearts open, voices humming softly in harmony.

Sophie stepped forward and held out her hand.

"We’re ready," she said.

"For what?" he asked.

She smiled, then turned and pointed toward the altar that had appeared near the eastern edge of the forest weeks ago. It was glowing now, faintly, and around it, small white blossoms had sprouted from the soil.

Rose moved beside her. "To finish the melody."

Zoey kissed his cheek. "To bind the island to us."

Layla added, "To make this home forever."

Jude looked at them all. He had never felt stronger. Or more terrified. Or more deeply, unspeakably loved.

They moved together again, walking toward the altar in a procession of bare skin and shining eyes. Jude stepped onto the stones, the same ones he’d first seen when Rose had begun to change. Now they weren’t terrifying. They were calling.

At the center of the altar was a tree, small and dark, its bark smooth like obsidian. It pulsed in time with their breath.

Rose knelt in front of it, then kissed the earth.

Sophie followed.

Then Lucy.

Then one by one, they all did the same - Jude last.

When his lips touched the moss at the tree’s base, the hum began again - low, deep, erotic.

Their breaths synchronized.

Their pulses aligned.

And when Jude rose, the tree responded.

A single white blossom opened at its tip, glowing with a golden core.

The song grew louder.

Each of the wives stepped forward, surrounding Jude again, their hands touching him, guiding him, igniting him.

Lucy kissed him first, slow and deep, her lips pulling him under. Her body slid against his as she straddled him on the moss. She rocked her hips gently, guiding him into her, their moans rising like wind through leaves.

As she moved, Zoey kissed his neck, Emma stroked his chest, Layla whispered filthy promises into his ear. They didn’t watch. They participated. Touching Lucy, kissing her, feeling her pulse as she climaxed around him with a gasp and a whispered yes.

Then Grace took her place. Then Stella. Then Natalie. Then Susan. One by one, they joined with him again - not just to pleasure, but to bind. Each climax wasn’t just orgasm - it was offering. Each kiss sealed a new thread in their connection. A sacred, sensual weaving of souls.

By the time Scarlet pressed him down and rode him with a wild moan, the island itself was vibrating with power. Roots pushed upward from beneath the moss, curling around their legs like eager vines. Light exploded in threads from the tree, curling around their bodies like silk.

When Serena finally leaned down and kissed Jude, her fingers stroking his cheek, she whispered, "You’re ours now."

And then she made love to him slowly, tenderly, with all the gentleness of dawn. When they both came, the blossom at the top of the tree burst into radiant golden light.

The humming stopped.

The forest stilled.

And something shifted in the air.

They had finished the song.

The binding was complete.

Jude lay in the moss, surrounded by glowing petals, his wives curled beside him like goddesses. Their breathing slowed. Their eyes closed.

But the island did not sleep.

It pulsed now with them.

Because now... they were the island.

Night fell without them noticing.

The stars above were clearer than they had ever been - sharp, brilliant, forming strange constellations Jude had never seen before. They seemed to pulse faintly, mirroring the hum that still lingered in his body. It wasn’t just a sound anymore - it was a presence, a rhythm threading through his veins, through the earth, through every heartbeat around him.

He sat up slowly, brushing moss and petals from his skin. The altar glowed faintly behind him, the obsidian tree now taller, thicker, crowned with white blossoms that dripped golden nectar down its bark. The air was rich with scent - honey and heat and some unnamed sweetness that made his blood stir.

Around him, they began to rise.

Lucy first, her body arched like a cat’s as she stretched, her breasts rising with her breath. Her eyes found his, sultry and warm. Then Emma, who pressed a kiss to his shoulder before settling beside him, her fingers drawing lazy circles on his thigh. Layla sat cross-legged nearby, brushing her hair with her fingers, still glowing from within. Rose, of course, stood in the shadows at the edge of the clearing, watching him with that same knowing smile, like she was seeing a future only she understood.

The others stirred slowly, no rush, no urgency. Naked, radiant, theirs was the movement of priestesses in a temple no one had named, conducting a ritual older than memory.