Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1484

Chapter 1484: Chapter 1484

The tree above them pulsed again, and this time, a soft ring of moss rose from the ground in a perfect circle. It became bedding - plush, fragrant, warm - almost too perfect to be natural. But nothing here was just natural anymore.

Jude lay back as they guided him to the center again, like he was gravity and they were the moons. Layla was the first to kiss him this time, her mouth hot and demanding, her hips grinding down against his thigh. She moaned into his neck, her breath catching, and then she shifted, straddling him, her eyes locked on his.

"I want all of you," she said.

"You already have me," he whispered.

Their bodies met, and this time the pleasure was sharper, more electric. As she moved, Lucy knelt behind her, stroking Layla’s waist, kissing the line of her spine. Zoey slipped beneath Jude’s arm, her mouth finding his nipple, teasing it with a slow, wet flick of her tongue. Stella kissed his wrist. Grace slid between his legs, teasing him even while Layla rode him, drawing cries from him that were swallowed by Rose’s mouth as she leaned in and kissed him deeply.

It was endless.

Natalie pressed her breasts to his chest and whispered stories in his ear as she rolled her hips down onto his thigh. Emma bit his earlobe and giggled when he gasped. Sophie mounted his face and trembled as his tongue explored her, her hands fisting in his hair, her thighs shaking around him. Lucy held his hand the entire time, grounding him, never letting go.

Every kiss became part of the island’s pulse.

Every cry of pleasure echoed through the forest and made the leaves tremble.

By the time Scarlet rode him, slow and perfect, her voice broke as she moaned his name into the sky. Above them, the tree answered, sending another wave of glowing petals down across their slick bodies. When she came, it triggered a chorus - Grace beside her, then Emma, then Zoey again, their bodies trembling, convulsing, gasping. Jude wasn’t sure where he ended and they began.

When Lucy straddled him last, there was no urgency. Just eyes locked, lips parted, breath shared.

Their bodies joined with unbearable tenderness, every movement deliberate, every sigh like a note in a song only they could hear.

He kissed her as she rode him, slowly, reverently. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, her forehead pressed to his, her lips trembling.

"I love you," she whispered.

He whispered it back.

And when she came, everything exploded.

Light burst from their skin, from the moss, from the tree above. The entire island sang. Every leaf. Every flower. Every stone. Even the river in the distance shimmered under the rising light. The petals glowed brighter. The stars dimmed. The roots beneath them pulsed and twisted, forming symbols, new patterns of life and history. Jude felt it all.

Felt them all.

They weren’t thirteen anymore.

They were one.

One rhythm.

One breath.

One becoming.

They collapsed in a tangled heap of warm bodies, sticky and glowing, hair and sweat and kisses and hands everywhere. The air smelled of flowers and salt and musk. No one moved for a long time. Not even the island. It had become still again, waiting.

Jude finally spoke, his voice hoarse. "What are we now?"

Rose smiled against his chest, licking a droplet of sweat from his skin before answering.

"Whatever we want to be."

The air had weight now - thick with heat, memory, and something more ancient than language. Jude lay back in the softness of the moss, Lucy still curled around him, her leg draped lazily over his hip. Around them, the others had slowly fallen into a serene hush. They weren’t sleeping, not quite, but basking - wrapped in a haze of afterglow that pulsed through their skin like sunlight held beneath the surface.

The petals from the tree above drifted slower now, almost thoughtful in their descent. And where they landed, moss bloomed greener, warmer, more alive. Jude’s fingers sank into it, and the moss pulsed beneath his touch as if it recognized him - welcomed him.

Layla stretched beside him, her back arched like a feline, her skin glistening in the fading light. She turned her head and looked at him, eyes golden and unreadable. "Do you feel different now?" she asked softly.

He thought for a moment before nodding. "Yes. But I don’t know how to describe it."

Zoey leaned up from where she’d been resting against Grace’s thigh. Her smile was slow, languid. "It’s like remembering something your body always knew. Like we’ve only just started living in truth."

"We’ve crossed a line," Sophie murmured. "There’s no going back."

"No," Emma agreed. "There shouldn’t be."

Scarlet tilted her head, sitting upright, the feathers in her hair catching the light. "Then we should name it."

"Name what?" Jude asked.

"This," she said, gesturing around them. "This new state. This union. We’ve become something more. We should give it form. A name. An anchor."

They were silent for a moment, considering. Then Rose, still pressed close to Jude’s side, whispered, "Sanctum."

The word settled over them like a benediction. The moss responded, blooming with tiny white flowers. The tree pulsed once, sending a faint gust of wind through the clearing that carried warmth with it. Even the birds in the trees seemed to chirp in agreement.

"Sanctum," Lucy repeated, her fingers tracing Jude’s chest. "I like that."

"So do I," Grace added. "It feels right."

They spent the rest of the afternoon in the Sanctum, not moving far, simply existing in the shared peace of what they’d created. There was laughter, soft touches, whispered stories. Natalie braided Sophie’s hair. Stella played with Susan’s fingers like they were puzzles. The sunlight filtered through the leaves in beams, golden and warm, and Jude felt - finally - safe.

But as the light began to fade and dusk crept into the trees, Rose sat up.

"It’s time," she said.

Everyone stilled.

"For what?" Jude asked, his body tense again in an instant.