Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1465

Chapter 1465: Chapter 1465

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."

Neither would they.

Jude sat up slowly, gazing around the chamber again. The petals of the tree still curved above them like the arms of some great, divine being, shielding them from the sky, but he could see flickers of starlight above now, clearer than before. The pool beside them shimmered again, but its surface was still - no longer demanding, but reflective.

They had given the island what it asked for.

And now it waited.

"What happens next?" Jude asked softly.

Stella reached for his hand, interlacing their fingers. "We rise."

Natalie nodded, her body still wrapped in strands of root that curled affectionately around her waist and thighs. "We’ve unlocked something. The hum is different. Deeper."

"I feel it too," Sophie said, her eyes focused on the moss beneath them. "The ground isn’t just alive now. It’s listening."

Susan shifted, brushing a kiss over Serena’s bare shoulder. "Everything we’ve done... it echoed. I heard it."

"Like a song still playing under the surface," Emma added, her cheek resting on Jude’s thigh. "The chorus hasn’t ended."

"And we’re the next verse," Scarlet said with a sly smile, leaning back on her hands, her bare chest rising with slow, satisfied breaths.

The quiet settled again, thick with the ache of pleasure and the deeper ache of realization.

They weren’t just themselves anymore.

Something had changed in them - in their blood, their breath, the core of who they were.

It wasn’t possession.

It wasn’t control.

It was expansion .

Jude looked at each of them, his gaze drinking in every detail. The curve of Layla’s hip still glistened with the golden dew of the pool. Zoey’s lips were swollen from kisses. Grace still trembled slightly when the hum pulsed again. Stella’s hair was braided with strands of root now, as though the island had claimed her as its voice. Emma rested close, her fingers playing with the tip of his cock absentmindedly, her smile sleepy and content.

He felt them all. Not just physically. Psychically. Emotionally. Spiritually.

He was connected to them, fused in a way he hadn’t known was possible.

And they could feel him too.

Even his thoughts.

"You’re wondering if this is real," Rose whispered into his mind.

He turned to her. "Is it?"

She smiled. "More real than anything we left behind."

Sophie sat up and looked toward the spiral stairwell that led back to the surface. "We can’t stay down here forever."

"No," Jude agreed. "But we’re not who we were when we walked in."

Zoey smirked. "We were naked then too, so not that different."

Serena laughed softly, dragging her nails down Jude’s stomach. "Oh, I don’t know. I think this version of us glows more."

"I feel like I could fuck the whole world," Scarlet whispered, her legs shifting over Layla’s lap as they shared a long, slow kiss.

"You already did," Lucy teased, her hand brushing Jude’s cheek.

He groaned softly. "If you keep touching me like that, I’ll prove it."

"And if we keep touching you," Stella added, sliding her fingers over his thigh, "you won’t get to leave this chamber for another few hours."

Grace giggled. "Let’s trap him. Keep him as our altar."

Jude looked at them all, flushed and glistening, and felt his cock stiffening again despite the ache of having already poured himself into nearly every one of them. They made him feel like a god - worshipped, adored, needed.

But beneath the teasing, the laughter, the heat, there was something deeper in their eyes.

Love.

Devotion.

And fear.

Not of the island.

But of what came next.

Jude stood, helping each of them rise with him, one by one. They dressed slowly, not in their old clothes, but in what the tree had given them - woven fronds, strands of vine, feathers braided into hair, golden bark cuffs around arms and ankles. They looked like priestesses now. Goddesses. Their nudity hadn’t been covered - it had been adorned.

Rose led the way up the spiral, her hips swaying, her back straight, her eyes glowing brighter with each step. Jude followed, the others behind him, the procession silent but strong.

When they emerged from the heart-tree, the island was different.

The sky was streaked with lavender and silver, clouds hanging low like curtains. The air was warm but charged. The trees around the clearing had bloomed in shades none of them had ever seen - crimson, violet, gold, blossoms pulsing gently like they were breathing.

And the hum was everywhere.

Not loud. Not oppressive.

But present.

They walked through the forest like they belonged to it now. Roots parted under their feet. The wind curled affectionately through their hair. Birds didn’t flee. They watched. Foxes emerged from the underbrush, tilting their heads like curious guardians.

Back at the treehouse, the world they’d known before felt faded.

Distant.

The kitchen. The hammocks. The fire pit. All still there.

But now, it was backdrop.

They weren’t just survivors anymore.

They were chosen.

Jude sat with them around the fire as evening fell, the flames flickering against golden skin. They didn’t eat. They didn’t speak much. They simply were.

Until Sophie broke the silence.

"There’s something on the mountain," she said.

Jude looked up. "What?"

"I don’t know. But I felt it when we came out. A pull. Like the tree was showing me something."

Natalie nodded. "I felt it too. A thread. Tugging."

Layla leaned forward. "Another place?"

"Another test, " Zoey muttered, licking her lips.

Rose smiled. "Another step."

He reached for Lucy’s hand again, and she gripped his tightly.

"Are you scared?" he asked.

"Yes," she whispered. "But I’d follow you anywhere."

And as the stars began to blink overhead, the wives gathered close again - thirteen bodies wrapped in warmth and sweat and golden breath. The next journey awaited. Another pull, another whisper.

But for tonight -

They would sleep curled together.

And dream of gods that looked just like them.