Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1479

Chapter 1479: Chapter 1479

They moved together - this time not in frenzied need, but with reverent rhythm. Their bodies swayed as one, like dancers in a ritual as old as blood. No words passed between them. Just kisses. Touches. Moans. Each woman took him again, one after the other, in the soft light of the chamber, their bodies dripping with sweat and honey and light. They fed each other the nectar from the vines. They fed each other their pleasure.

And when they came, together, again, the temple bloomed.

The roots split open above them, revealing a sky Jude hadn’t seen since arriving on the island. Not night. Not day. Just endless twilight filled with stars that pulsed in rhythm with their breath.

They were part of it now.

The island.

The song.

Each other.

Forever.

The light above them faded into a rich, violet dusk, and the ceiling of the temple slowly sealed itself again with a soft sigh, as if the island had exhaled in satisfaction. Jude stood at the center of the chamber, surrounded by his wives - his lovers, his believers, his equals - and he could feel the pulse of their connection vibrating through the floor, through the roots, through his skin and into his very bones. Something ancient had awakened. And it lived in them now.

The being on the throne no longer looked like him. She shimmered with every face he’d ever kissed - Rose’s sultry smirk, Lucy’s bright-eyed hunger, Sophie’s fierce tenderness, Zoey’s sly curves, Natalie’s slow seduction. She was no longer separate. She had become them all. Or maybe they had always been her.

Emma was the first to speak, her voice still ragged from passion. "It’s inside me. I feel it... burning."

Grace knelt beside her, resting her cheek to Emma’s thigh, her voice soft. "Not burning. Blooming."

Sophie stood slowly, brushing her fingers over her mouth as if tasting something left behind. "It’s not over, is it?"

"No," Jude said, voice low, calm, full of the knowledge now rooted in him. "This was only the invocation."

Zoey’s eyes gleamed in the amber glow. "Then what comes next?"

The throne pulsed once, and a crack formed in the far side of the temple - a narrow passage, newly revealed, carved not by tools but by time and longing. A wind slipped out of it, warm and musky and filled with the scent of sex and wild fruit. It wrapped around them like a beckoning finger.

Rose smiled as she approached the passage, her wrap still hanging loosely around her hips, her breasts bare, gleaming. She looked over her shoulder. "It leads to the center."

Stella joined her, her lips still swollen from kisses, eyes heavy. "The heart of the island."

Lucy’s hand found Jude’s. "Do we go now?"

He nodded. "Yes. All of us."

They walked in silence, bodies still glowing, skin warm, the memory of touch still wet between their thighs. The corridor narrowed and dipped, winding deeper into the island’s body, and the walls began to shimmer with veins of silver light. Moss lit their path, pulsing in time with their footsteps. The air was thick, humid, sensual - every breath was like a kiss against the inside of the lungs.

The path opened into a cavern unlike any they had seen. At its center, suspended by vines like an offering, was a second tree - larger than the first, silver-black, with a hollow trunk that glowed from within like molten amber. The roots stretched into a pool of glowing liquid that bubbled and steamed gently, casting shifting reflections across the walls.

They approached as one.

"It’s a womb," Natalie whispered.

"A portal," said Zoey.

"A choice," said Sophie.

Jude stepped forward and touched the bark. It was warm, pulsing like skin, and as his fingers met it, the tree shuddered and opened slightly, revealing a hollow just large enough to hold a body.

Emma stared, stunned. "It wants to take someone."

"No," Rose corrected, stepping beside Jude. "It wants to give something. But only if we give everything first."

Sophie’s breath caught. "You mean...?"

Rose nodded. "One of us has to go in."

They turned toward Jude. He could feel their gazes, warm and worshipful, trusting. They would follow him anywhere. But this wasn’t about leadership now. It was about surrender.

Jude stepped forward again. "I’ll go."

Lucy caught his arm. "What if you don’t come back?"

"I will," he said. "Because you’ll pull me back."

He shed the last of his clothes and climbed into the hollow, the warmth of the tree cradling him like a lover’s embrace. The moment he lay back, the bark folded around him, sealing him in total darkness. The hum returned, louder now, filling his ears, his chest, his soul.

He saw visions.

The moment he touched the sand with his wives for the first time.

The first kiss from each of them.

Their laughter, their tears, the moments of jealousy, of longing, of surrender.

The night Rose fell.

The night she returned.

The kiss in the cave.

The ritual in the temple.

Their bodies, their sweat, their cries, their song.

It all surged through him like fire and light, pain and pleasure interwoven.

And then -

A jolt.

A shudder.

Like orgasm and birth, like death and waking.

He gasped.

And the tree opened.

The women cried out softly as he stepped out, breathless, drenched in golden light, his body changed. Not physically. But something in his eyes, in the way the vines reached for him, in the way the roots curled toward his steps.

He was the song now.

The melody.

The harmony.

The others surrounded him immediately - touching, kissing, weeping, worshiping. And he loved them in return with every breath, every beat of his heart. One by one he kissed them again, deeper than before, his hands knowing them like prayers. And when he entered them that night, it wasn’t just with desire - it was with purpose. To bind them tighter. To fill them not just with lust, but with the light that now lived inside him.