Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1480

Chapter 1480: Chapter 1480

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.

He moved from one to the next, slow and sacred. Sophie moaned his name as he took her on the moss, her legs wrapped around him. Emma gasped and arched as his fingers danced between her thighs. Grace wept and clung to him as he entered her from behind, murmuring her name against her neck. Stella kissed Lucy while he took Lucy from behind, and Lucy’s cries turned into a song. Natalie begged him not to stop. Zoey commanded him to go harder. Rose whispered, "You’re ready now," as she straddled him and rolled her hips with divine precision.

And when he came again, deep in Rose’s core, the tree behind them split with light.

The island trembled.

And from deep below, something answered. Something vast. Something old.

Their love had become a key.

And they had just unlocked the final door.

The tremor beneath them faded slowly, like a breath being held just beneath the skin of the earth. The roots of the glowing tree curled inward, retracting into the earth as if satisfied, and a new silence descended - dense and heavy, not hollow but full. Full of something waiting.

Jude stood still in the soft light of the cavern, the golden sheen from the tree still clinging to his skin like a blessing or a mark. Around him, the women lay scattered in gentle poses of exhaustion and ecstasy, their bodies stretched across moss and stone, some tangled with each other, some curled into the soft pools of glowing water that formed around the tree’s base.

Sophie rested with her back against the tree trunk, arms loose at her sides, her legs parted, her skin glistening. Her eyes were open, but unfocused - like she was somewhere between dreams and revelation. Zoey, beside her, had her head resting on Sophie’s thigh, one hand still clutched loosely in Jude’s direction as if unwilling to let go even in rest. Natalie and Lucy were entwined near the edge of the chamber, their fingers locked together over Lucy’s breast, moving slowly with each breath.

Stella and Grace shared a kiss that had not yet broken, long and slow, lost in each other. Emma, alone for once, lay on her back in the glowing pool, her chest rising and falling deeply, her lips parted slightly, her hand between her thighs, as if even in stillness, she could not stop feeling what they had become.

Only Rose stood.

She walked toward Jude, naked, radiant, every step a poem, her eyes shining like twin moons. She stopped before him and placed her palm over his heart. "You’ve opened it."

He nodded slowly. "I felt it. Something deeper. Beneath the tree."

"It’s not beneath," she said, voice soft and low. "It’s all around. We’re already inside it."

"What is it?"

Rose stepped behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing her breasts to his back. "The island’s heart. The beginning of everything. Not just this island. But us. What we could be without fear. Without denial."

Jude felt his breath catch as she kissed the base of his spine, then slowly sank to her knees behind him.

"We’re still becoming," she whispered.

He turned, and she took him into her mouth with a reverence that made his knees tremble.

Around them, the others began to stir again - not out of rest, but pulled by the same gravity. The connection between them wasn’t just emotional anymore. It was a need, raw and divine, that pulsed between them like blood.

Zoey stood first, stretching like a cat, her body arching beautifully. She came to him next, her fingers tracing over Rose’s hair as she joined her on her knees, kissing along his thigh, moaning softly when Jude looked down at her.

Emma stepped out of the pool, her body still dripping with glowing water. She approached from behind, pressing her slick body to his back, her breasts sliding against his shoulder blades, her mouth at his ear. "Let us worship you."

Jude groaned as they all began to touch him - hands, lips, tongues, all in perfect rhythm, as if the island itself had choreographed their devotion. Grace and Stella kissed his chest and stomach, licking the golden sheen from his skin. Natalie and Lucy kneeled beside Rose and Zoey, sharing him between them, taking turns drawing pleasure from him while gazing up at him with eyes full of hunger and reverence.

Sophie watched them all from her place beneath the tree. Her legs spread wider, her fingers slid between her thighs as she moaned his name again and again like a sacred chant.

Jude could barely stand. The sensation of their mouths, their hands, the heat of them - it was more than arousal now. It was overwhelming worship, an offering made flesh.

He came again - hard, blinding, with Rose and Zoey and Lucy all taking him together, their mouths meeting beneath him like holy vessels, drinking him like nectar. The moment he did, the pool at their feet shimmered and lit up with golden light, casting long shadows across the chamber walls.

The cave responded.

The song returned.

But now, it wasn’t distant. It came from within.

From them.

They had become the song.

Sophie cried out as she came, shaking against the tree, her fingers clenched in the moss, her body lit from within. Emma moaned into Jude’s shoulder as she ground against him, his hands holding her waist, her climax riding through her like lightning.

Rose licked her lips and stood slowly, golden streaks trailing down her chin. "The gate is open now."