Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1469

Chapter 1469: Chapter 1469

The rain didn’t wash anything away. It is anointed. It fell in fat, warm drops that clung to skin like sweat, that kissed cheeks and shoulders like tongues, that pooled between breasts and in the curve of hips like offerings.

The moss beneath them pulsed faintly, no longer just a floor of the forest but something alive , something they had awakened fully - through flesh, through hunger, through union.

Jude sat up slowly, blinking water from his eyes, his body still aching from the overwhelming climax. Where the woman had lain was now only petals - hundreds of them, luminous and breathing.

They scattered beneath his touch, sinking into the earth. He touched his chest and felt it still - her mark, like a slow throb just under the skin. Not pain. Not pleasure. Just presence.

"She’s part of you now," Rose said gently, stepping close.

He looked up at her. "I didn’t mean to destroy her."

"You didn’t," Stella murmured behind her. "You completed her."

Grace moved beside her, touching the moss. "She asked to become. And she did."

Zoey crouched where the woman had vanished, her fingers brushing through the glowing petals. "So what are we now? What’s she made us?"

Emma stepped into the circle and knelt beside Jude, curling a hand behind his neck, pulling his forehead against hers. "We’re not just people anymore."

Lucy touched her lower belly, her eyes wide, distant. "I feel... something inside. Not a baby. Not life. Just... depth."

"It’s in all of us now," Natalie whispered. "That shimmer. That pulse."

The wives came together like tide pulling inward, surrounding Jude again. Naked, wet, radiant. Sophie leaned into his back and wrapped her arms around him. "You didn’t just take her. You took the island."

"And now it’s inside us," Susan added, brushing her fingers along Rose’s side, their skin luminous where they met.

"I feel it too," Layla murmured. "The root in my spine. The song in my blood."

Jude stood slowly, the wives parting just enough to let him rise. "We called it. We fed it. We’ve opened something that won’t close."

"No," Rose said, stepping close to him, her hands warm against his hips. "Because we’re not meant to close anymore."

She kissed him - slow, deep, like drowning in honey. Then Lucy kissed his back. Then Zoey touched his shoulder and kissed the corner of his mouth. They moved again - not frantic, not desperate, but as if they had to, as if the ache between their thighs and the pull in their chests couldn’t be ignored.

The rain quickened, and with it, their rhythm.

Jude laid back into the moss again and the wives took turns sliding over him - one at a time, then two, then more. The pleasure was endless. Emma rode him first, slow and grinding, her head tipped back as lightning forked through the trees. Lucy licked her breast while Sophie whispered her name into her ear. When she climaxed, she howled it into the storm.

Zoey took his mouth next while Grace sank down onto him, her thighs quivering as she moved in perfect rhythm with the distant thunder. Layla, Stella, Natalie, and Susan wrapped around them all, mouths on mouths, hands between legs, moans echoing into the dark like they were building a new language.

No one asked permission. No one held back.

They were a tide. A hive. A living, breathing pulse of desire and belonging.

And Jude was the center of it - worshiped, devoured, offered to the storm again and again.

By the time the rain stopped, their bodies were slick with sweat, water, and each other. The moss was crushed flat beneath them. The petals were gone. The sky was pink with the coming dawn.

Jude laid on his back, utterly spent, chest heaving.

Sophie rested beside him, her fingers tangled with his.

Lucy lay draped over his thigh, her cheek against his knee.

Emma curled into his shoulder, one leg thrown over his hip.

Stella and Rose slept curled together like vines.

Natalie, Layla, Zoey, and Susan rested in a tangle of limbs against the far edge of the platform, silent but smiling.

Grace kissed his wrist softly. "We belong to this now."

"I don’t know what that means," he whispered.

"It means we don’t run anymore," she said. "It means we become. "

Thunder rolled in the distance.

The island had given its first gift.

But it wasn’t finished.

Later that morning, when the sun broke through the trees and spilled golden light across their tangled bodies, Jude woke to the sound of breathless giggling. It was soft, musical - Emma and Lucy whispering to each other as they curled closer against his sides, skin warm and damp, hair still sticky with rain and moss. Emma kissed his chest without looking, still half-asleep, and Lucy traced circles around his navel with one lazy finger.

"Did we dream her?" Lucy murmured.

"No," Emma whispered back. "We dreamed her... and then we made her."

Jude blinked at the canopy above, still tasting the memory of her mouth, still aching in the most delicious way. "She was real."

"She still is," Rose said, her voice smooth and smoky as she approached, crouching beside his head, brushing wet hair from his temple. "Not in a body. But inside us. In this clearing. In you."

Grace stretched like a cat nearby, arms raised, breasts bare to the sun, and moaned softly. "I still feel her. Like she’s humming in my spine."

"She is," said Natalie, rising to her knees. Her skin glowed faintly, almost too subtly to see in daylight. "She’s in all of us. And we’re not done."

Zoey sat up with a grunt, rubbing her neck. "I hope she’s not the only one of her kind."

"What do you mean?" Sophie asked, brushing her braid over one shoulder.

Zoey looked at them. "That wasn’t a climax. That was a ritual. That wasn’t just sex. That was... calling."

Rose nodded. "And what we called heard us. But there may be more. Others. Layers we haven’t touched."