Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1464

Chapter 1464: Chapter 1464

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. And then he understood:

He wasn’t meant to finish anything.

He was meant to begin.

Rose arched toward him, her hand sliding down his chest, palm resting over his heart.

"Do you feel it now?" she whispered.

He nodded, throat dry. "It’s us."

She smiled. "It always was."

From behind, Lucy pressed against him, her breasts flush against his back, her lips warm at his neck. "We belong to this now."

Emma appeared on his other side, trailing fingers down his arm. "We’re not just women anymore. We’re parts of something... blooming."

Sophie stepped in front of him, kissing his lips slow and deep before pulling back to look into his eyes. "And you’re the center."

They moved together, the wives circling Jude like celestial bodies around their sun, hands sliding across his skin, tongues teasing his throat, hips brushing against him as they passed. Each touch lit a spark under his skin. Every moan they breathed into his ears fueled the fire in his core.

He stood in the middle of it all, hard again, vibrating with more than arousal - it was devotion, worship, overwhelming pleasure braided with raw purpose. Grace knelt before him without a word and took him into her mouth, eyes locked on his with tenderness and hunger. Behind him, Layla ran her fingers down his spine while Zoey kissed each of his shoulders, their hands moving in unison like dancers following sacred choreography.

He groaned as Grace worked him, her lips slow, her tongue precise. She wasn’t trying to finish him. She was tuning him, preparing him. Around them, the others watched, touched themselves, kissed one another. Stella moaned softly into Scarlet’s mouth as their fingers explored; Susan lay back and spread herself wide with Natalie’s hand between her thighs; Serena knelt behind Rose, worshipping with her mouth.

And Jude stood at the center of it all.

When Grace released him, Emma took her place, sliding his cock inside her as she pushed him to the mossy floor. She rode him slow, holding his hands down, her mouth gasping his name as golden droplets rolled down her back. The others leaned in, touching them both, caressing Emma’s breasts, kissing Jude’s neck, whispering their names like prayers.

They didn’t rush.

They moved like waves, like seasons, like songs.

When Emma came, she trembled violently and collapsed against him, her body glowing from within. Susan pulled her gently away and lowered herself next. She rode him deep, grinding in slow, sensual circles that made him grunt with every thrust. Natalie sat behind him, arms around his chest, pressing kisses to his ear while whispering memories - first nights, shared laughter, tender secrets.

Each of them came, again and again, layering their pleasure like harmonies.

And Jude gave all of himself - seed, sweat, breath, heartbeat.

When Lucy finally climbed onto his lap, her thighs slick, her eyes brimming, he met her with a groan and pulled her down onto him. She gasped, clinging to him, her body pulsing with the rhythm of the tree itself. Around them, the chamber brightened, the petals trembling overhead, the pool swirling with light.

"I love you," she breathed.

"I love you all," he replied.

And when they came together, she cried his name into his mouth.

Their climax was not a single moment - it was a cascade.

Each wife added her moan to the rising storm, and the chamber trembled with pleasure.

The roots writhed like vines in the wind, the petals above fully open now, revealing the sky - not the sky they knew, but something higher, filled with stars they hadn’t seen before.

The golden pool surged upward, not to drown them - but to bless them.

The water bathed their skin, seeped between their bodies, pulsed into every breath. And when it receded, they lay tangled in a circle on the moss floor, bathed in afterglow.

Silent.

Spent.

Connected.

Jude looked at them all, his body still tingling, his soul wide open.

"Is it done?" he whispered.

Rose shook her head slowly. "It’s just begun."

And as the chamber pulsed one final time, they felt it.

The island had changed.

Because they had changed.

They hadn’t become worshippers.

They had become the gods.

The light in the heart-tree slowly dimmed to a warm amber glow, like embers resting after fire. But the heat lingered, a sultry warmth that still clung to their skin, still made breath come slow and heavy. Jude lay among them - twelve women sprawled in a circle with him at the center, their limbs entwined, glistening in golden sheen, their eyes soft and distant like they were drifting through a shared dream.

No one spoke at first.

They didn’t have to.

Their bodies had already said everything.

Rose was the first to stir, shifting gently across the moss floor to rest her head on Jude’s chest, her fingers idly tracing lazy patterns across his skin. Her hair fell like a curtain over his side, silken and warm, her leg curling possessively over his hip.

"I can still feel you," she whispered, her voice low and smoky.

"You’re inside all of us now," Lucy murmured from his other side, her lips brushing the curve of his neck. "We’re not just yours, Jude. You’re ours."

Grace propped herself up on her elbows and smiled languidly. "That was more than joining. That was creation."

Zoey let out a long breath, stretching her body with feline grace. "I don’t think the island will ever be the same after this."