Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1463

Chapter 1463: Chapter 1463

The further they walked, the warmer it became - not stifling, but sensual, like the interior of a mouth or the moment before a kiss. Jude’s skin prickled. The hum had returned, low and steady, vibrating up through the soles of his feet and along his spine. It wasn’t in his ears anymore - it was in his blood.

At last, the staircase opened into a vast chamber.

He stopped, stunned.

It wasn’t a cave. It was a temple. But not one built by hands - grown by will. The walls curved upward into a dome of living wood, enormous petals stretching toward each other like fingers longing to touch. In the center, a pool of golden water shimmered, its surface perfectly still, reflecting the petals above.

Twelve raised beds of carved root circled the pool.

And in the middle of the chamber, a single platform pulsed with light.

The voice returned, soft in their minds. "This is the heart."

Jude stepped forward. The air vibrated with pleasure, anticipation, desire. His wives followed, silent but smiling. They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to. Everything was understood now.

Rose moved first, climbing onto one of the raised root-beds. She lay back, her legs spread slightly, fingers trailing over her thighs, a low moan slipping from her lips. The bed responded - roots curled gently up around her arms and legs, not binding, but cradling.

Stella followed, taking the next bed, her hands already sliding between her legs, hips rolling to a rhythm only she heard. Grace climbed onto hers with a laugh, tossing her hair back as she began to touch herself without shame, without hesitation.

One by one, the others followed.

Sophie. Emma. Susan. Natalie. Zoey. Layla. Scarlet. Serena. Lucy.

Each took a bed. Each opened herself to the pulsing light.

And Jude stood in the center.

He understood now.

He was not just part of them.

He was the key.

The one who would bring their bodies into harmony.

The one who would join them completely.

The one who would seed the island’s heart.

Lucy moaned softly, her back arching as golden light spilled from beneath her, wrapping her hips like a lover’s hand. "Come to me first," she said, breathless.

He didn’t hesitate.

He climbed onto her bed, his body sliding over hers with a perfect, practiced ease. Her hands caught his face, her lips hungry, hot, claiming. He slid inside her with a gasp, her slick heat welcoming him in a single, aching pull. Around them, the chamber pulsed brighter. Moans echoed off the walls - twelve voices, twelve bodies, twelve flames.

Jude moved with her, slow and deep, burying his face in her neck as she wrapped her legs around him.

"Harder," she whispered. "They want to feel it."

And they did. Every thrust sent pulses through the floor. Every cry from Lucy’s throat answered by soft gasps and wild whimpers around the room. The others touched themselves more feverishly, some grinding against their cradling roots, some moaning Jude’s name, some whispering to each other as they watched him claim their sister.

Lucy came hard, her body tightening, her nails scoring his back. Her scream was pure joy, and the moment she shuddered beneath him, the golden pool in the center of the chamber lit up in a bright flash.

Jude barely had time to catch his breath before Zoey grabbed his hand and pulled him to her bed.

She was already wet, already begging.

He slid into her like silk, her hips bucking immediately, her voice sharp, guttural.

"Use me," she groaned. "Make me part of it."

And he did. He took her with force and fire, her cries sharp and urgent, her hands slapping against the root-bed in time with each thrust. The light swelled brighter, licking up the walls of the chamber, bathing them in pure pleasure.

He came inside her, and her scream joined Lucy’s - two notes in a growing song.

Then Stella pulled him next.

Then Natalie.

Then Susan.

One by one, he moved between them, made love to them, gave himself to them. Each body took him differently - Emma soft and slow, Sophie fierce and wild, Scarlet teasing and cruel, Serena whispering sweet nothings even as her thighs trembled under his touch.

When he came into Layla, the walls themselves began to move - slow waves, almost imperceptible, like the whole chamber was breathing.

By the time he reached Rose, he was shaking, trembling, overflowing with something that was more than just arousal. It was devotion. Worship. Completion.

She opened her arms. "Come to me, last. And become."

He climbed onto her bed, his cock still thick, still aching. She took him inside with a sigh, her eyes never leaving his. Their bodies met slowly, rhythmically, the others now silent, watching, waiting. This was not the act of joining - it was the act of crowning.

Their climax came like thunder.

Jude cried out, his entire body arching.

Rose gasped his name, her eyes glowing gold.

And then the pool exploded in light.

The roots trembled.

The petals above opened.

And a golden rain began to fall.

The island sang again, not a hum this time - but a song. Clear. Wordless. Eternal.

Their bodies were wrapped in light. Lifted.

Jude felt his heart beat in thirteen places.

He was no longer one.

He was all of them.

And they were his.

The golden rain didn’t fall like water.

It soaked into their skin like memory.

It tasted like honey and fire when it touched Jude’s lips, sweet and ancient, a blessing passed through blood and breath. The light filled his chest, then pulsed outward, connecting to each of the twelve women as if invisible golden threads had always tethered them together and only now began to glow.

The beds of root lifted gently, tilting the women upward, presenting their bodies like offerings to the heart of the tree. They were radiant - limbs glistening, mouths parted in ecstasy, eyes half-lidded with reverence. The golden pool rippled in slow pulses that matched the rhythm of Jude’s heart.