Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1474

Chapter 1474: Chapter 1474

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.

"It heard you," she said.

Lucy sat up next, brushing her tousled hair from her face. "No. It felt him." She crawled to Jude, rested her head on his thigh, her fingers lazily tracing the spiral symbol etched into her hip. "And now... we all do."

Emma, lying with her back arched against Sophie’s side, stretched her limbs luxuriously. "It’s like the island took us apart and put us back together. But better."

Sophie murmured, still breathless, "Or maybe it showed us how to do that ourselves."

Around them, the others stirred slowly. Stella wrapped her arms around Grace and whispered something that made her giggle - soft, beautiful, the sound of joy. Zoey sat with her knees drawn up, her mouth stained with kisses and her eyes flickering with quiet awe. Layla and Natalie leaned against each other, their bodies pressed in perfect comfort.

Jude felt dizzy, but not in a way that hurt. It was like his senses had expanded. He could feel Lucy’s skin against his thigh, yes - but deeper than that, he could feel her heart. Her desire. Her certainty. He turned to Rose again.

"What does this mean now?"

Rose looked around the temple of stone and root, her gaze gentle. "It means the ritual is complete. The bond is sealed. We are... one."

"With each other?" Jude asked.

"With the island."

He sat up slowly, and the women instinctively formed around him like petals closing around the center of a flower. Naked and without shame, they moved as though gravity had changed its rules for them. They weren’t walking - they were gliding. Connected.

But despite the beauty, a strange chill bloomed in Jude’s gut.

"What happens to us now?" he asked softly.

Zoey met his eyes, serious for the first time since the orb had bloomed. "We’ve opened the gate."

"What gate?"

Layla’s voice was dreamy, but the words sharp. "The one they were waiting for."

Rose touched the center of her chest, where her heartbeat pulsed visibly beneath the skin. "The island is alive, Jude. But it’s not alone. There are other places. Other truths. This was only the beginning."

Natalie came to him, kneeling. "We became the final note. The last piece. Now the next song starts."

He frowned. "You’re saying we summoned something?"

"No," said Sophie. "We became it."

The light around them dimmed further. Not in warning. In preparation. Something was about to begin.

A vibration thrummed through the ground. The women rose together, each moving with uncanny synchronicity. Jude followed, his body still humming from their union. When they stepped from the open temple into the trees again, the forest was different.

The trees bowed as they passed. The path opened without force. The sky above had darkened to a deep indigo, though it was still early morning.

"What time is it?" he asked, looking upward.

"Time doesn’t run the same anymore," Grace whispered. "Not for us."

At the edge of the clearing, a new structure had risen - one they hadn’t built.

It looked ancient, circular, made of stone columns entwined with thick roots, and in the center was a stone bed. Not cold, but glowing softly with inner warmth. Draped across it were fabrics they’d never woven - silks and moss and feathers. Waiting.

Lucy turned to him, and her voice was low, seductive. "It wants us to keep going."

Jude blinked. "What?"

Emma took his hand and placed it over her bare chest. Her nipple hardened against his palm. "We’re not done, Jude. We’re just getting started."

He looked around. Every woman was aroused again. Their eyes half-lidded. Their breathing shallow. Their bodies shining with sweat and anticipation.

The bond had done more than connect them.

It had awakened something.

Something insatiable.

They pulled him gently to the stone bed, and this time, the ritual was slower. Deeper. The touches were different - not just hunger, but purpose. They didn’t just want pleasure - they wanted creation. Connection. Eternity.

Lucy took him first, guiding him inside her while the others chanted softly. She moved with a rhythm that matched the pulse of the island, her cries turning into words in a language he didn’t know - but understood.

Then Emma joined, lying beside him, guiding his hand between her legs as Lucy rocked against him. Their lips met in fevered kisses, bodies writhing in tandem. Every climax fed the stone beneath them, which grew warmer, brighter, louder.

Sophie straddled his face while Stella mounted him next, and together they moaned into the sky, their bodies aligned, their release like lightning through his veins.

Zoey didn’t ask - she claimed him, kissing him hard, her nails dragging down his chest as she impaled herself with a growl. Layla and Natalie kissed behind her, bodies gliding together like waves. Grace licked her way up his spine while Susan suckled his neck, her voice soft as silk. Scarlett, quiet and intense, waited until the very end, until he was trembling - then wrapped herself around him with deadly grace and kissed him like a goddess taking her prize.

It lasted forever and a moment.

When it ended, they all collapsed together, limbs tangled, skin glowing.

Above them, the stars pulsed once.

The trees sang.

And from the heart of the forest came an answering hum - low, slow, vast.