Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1473

Chapter 1473: Chapter 1473

The space had no walls, and yet they were enclosed. No ceiling, and yet above them hovered a dome of stars that seemed to move in slow, synchronized motion, singing in soft pulses. In the center of it all stood a structure - a dais made of roots and stone, wrapped around a pulsating orb the size of a heart. It was beating. Alive.

"What is it?" Jude whispered.

Rose stepped forward. "The Source."

Emma stared at it. "It’s alive."

"It’s us, " Layla said, brushing fingers through Grace’s hair as they approached.

"The island has been growing this," Sophie murmured. "Or we’ve been growing it."

Natalie nodded. "Every dream, every song, every time we touched and shared our desire - it was feeding this."

Jude stepped closer. The orb pulsed faster, its light deepening to a rich crimson, then glowing pink, then gold. It throbbed in time with his heartbeat. He didn’t need to ask - he knew it was responding to him.

Rose turned to him. "It’s ready."

"For what?" he asked.

"For the final joining," Stella said softly, her voice trembling with awe. "For the bond that seals us. All of us."

Zoey walked toward him, her hips swaying slowly, eyes half-lidded. "You’ve touched us. Loved us. Taken us. And now you give yourself."

"To what?" he asked again, but his voice had gone hoarse. He already knew. He felt it. The way the air wrapped around them, the way the orb pulsed. This wasn’t just about physical union anymore. This was transcendence.

"To the island. To the Source," Susan said, pressing a kiss to his neck. "You don’t lose yourself. You complete yourself."

Lucy stepped in front of him, her palm rising to his chest. "Are you ready to become the last note?"

He nodded.

The women encircled him. Each one began to undress again, slowly, reverently, their movements as synchronized as breath. Their bodies shimmered in the light of the orb, painted in glowing tattoos that hadn’t been there moments ago - swirls and symbols that pulsed in time with the song.

Jude removed his own clothing. There was no shame. No fear. Only hunger.

This time, they didn’t take turns.

They came to him together.

Lucy and Emma kissed him first - mouths soft, tongues seeking. Rose moved behind him, her hands spreading warmth across his back, down his sides. Natalie pressed herself to his leg, tracing his thigh with her lips, while Stella knelt and took him into her mouth without hesitation, her eyes gleaming as she moved slowly, worshipfully.

Zoey leaned in and whispered in his ear. "We’ll take you in pieces... and give you back whole."

Layla and Grace lay beneath him, their hands guiding him to Stella, to Susan, to Sophie. Lips on his chest, on his thighs, kisses like fire over his skin. They touched each other too - kissing, moaning, gasping. Emma between Rose’s legs, Sophie on her knees behind Zoey, fingers sliding deep.

He was inside Lucy when the orb began to glow brighter.

She moved on him like she belonged there, her cries echoing through the space. The others surrounded them, touching, licking, watching. When Lucy climaxed, the air shivered.

Then came Emma. She rode him with tears streaming down her cheeks, her body arching beautifully as she screamed his name. The tattoos on her skin flared bright as stars.

Then Sophie - who took him slow and deep, every movement a meditation. She kissed him as she came, her moans vibrating through his mouth.

The others didn’t wait. They touched themselves. They kissed each other. The circle became a storm of love and lust and creation.

Jude lay back. Stella straddled him next, her eyes wild, her body rolling like ocean waves. Then Susan, fierce and passionate, grinding down until she was trembling. Grace, soft and gasping, whispered his name like a prayer. Natalie and Layla kissed each other while guiding him between them, their bodies pressing against him, wet and welcoming. Zoey didn’t straddle - she bent him over and took him from behind, biting his shoulder while whispering how beautiful he looked like that.

Rose came last.

She knelt above him, naked and radiant, and when she lowered herself onto him, the orb pulsed so bright they all cried out.

She moved with slow grace, her body glowing, her moans rising in pitch as the others chanted his name - Jude, Jude, Jude - like a spell. The island responded. The orb exploded in light. Time dissolved.

Jude came with her.

And in that climax, he saw .

He saw the roots beneath the island - each one a vein of memory and desire. He saw the spirits that had guided them here, ancient and silent, watching with pride. He saw the island not as a place, but a being - a sentient, breathing creature that had called them home.

He felt every wife at once - every part of them that loved him, desired him, feared and trusted him. He felt them as part of himself. The bond snapped into place, invisible and eternal.

And when the light faded, they were lying together again.

Breathless. Still. Changed.

Jude looked at Rose. "What now?"

She smiled.

"Now," she whispered, "we make the island ours."

The wind shifted.

Not the ordinary breeze of the island, not the playful gusts that stirred the palm fronds or danced across the water’s surface. This one was warmer - charged, humming, as if the island itself exhaled through them, into them, with them. The ground beneath their naked bodies still pulsed faintly, the stone no longer cold, but warm like skin, like breath. The glowing orb above the dais had dimmed, but its light remained in each of their eyes. They glowed faintly now, not unnaturally, not like possession - but like memory made flesh.

Rose stood first, bare and bold, her hair tumbling down her back in wild waves, the golden symbols on her skin now calm, resting. She walked to Jude, knelt beside him, and kissed his chest softly - right over his heart.