Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1485

Chapter 1485: Chapter 1485

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.

"For the offering," she replied calmly. "We’ve given ourselves to each other. Now we give ourselves to the island."

Zoey sat up slowly, her jaw tight. "What kind of offering?"

Rose’s eyes sparkled. "Not blood. Not pain. Joy. Unity. The island wants to feel what we feel. It wants to become with us."

"Like we’ve become with each other," Grace whispered.

Rose nodded. "Exactly."

"How?" Lucy asked.

Rose rose to her feet, the light catching her body like it belonged to the sun itself. "We return to the altar. We bring the Sanctum with us. We show the island everything."

There was silence again, and then one by one, they stood.

No one dressed. There was no need. Their skin had become their declaration, their confidence, their truth. Jude felt his pulse quicken as he watched them move - twelve women, all different in strength and grace, walking into the forest like goddesses summoned from earth and flame.

They moved as one, a flowing river of bare limbs and glowing eyes.

Jude followed at the center.

The path to the altar had changed. The forest no longer tried to obscure it. Instead, vines pulled back from the path, flowers turned to watch them pass, and even the fog parted as if bowing. The air grew warmer with every step, and the hum beneath their feet deepened - no longer a background noise, but a full presence. The island was awake.

When they reached the altar, it was glowing.

The stone surface radiated soft light, and the tree above it had bloomed with thick, iridescent blossoms. The roots had grown, curling around the stone like fingers offering it upward. Jude felt his breath catch.

Rose stepped forward first, kneeling at the base of the altar, and began to hum. A soft, slow melody. Not unlike the one Stella had first sung. But this time, it carried weight. Meaning. Purpose.

The others joined in, one by one.

Sophie next, then Lucy and Natalie, then Zoey and Layla, their voices winding around each other until the clearing was full of music. The hum echoed through Jude’s chest, vibrating in his ribs, his spine. It lifted into the sky, and the leaves shivered in response.

And then they began to move.

Not dance, not exactly - but something close. Grace and Stella circled the altar, hips swaying, fingers trailing through the air as if painting invisible shapes. Emma moved to Jude, kissed him softly, and then led him to the center. The others surrounded him, their bodies glowing in the rising starlight.

The air grew heavy with want again.

Rose stepped behind him, her lips at his ear. "Let the island feel everything."

And they did.

There, on the altar, in the circle of those twelve women, Jude surrendered. He kissed Lucy first, lifting her onto the warm stone, her thighs parting to welcome him. Their rhythm was slow, deep, and every movement sang through the island like a heartbeat. When Lucy cried out his name, the trees echoed it back.

Then came Zoey, pressing him against the altar, her kisses wild and tasting of salt and wind. Layla rode him next, her back arched, her breath ragged. Then Emma, then Scarlet. One by one they joined, each kiss a vow, each moan an invocation.

When Sophie kissed him, it was different.

She whispered, "I’ll never let go," and as they moved together, something in the ground below trembled. The altar pulsed with energy. Flowers bloomed across the stone, curling beneath Jude’s back, soft and wet and alive.

By the time Grace slid down his chest and took him in her mouth, Jude was shaking. Rose knelt beside him, brushing his hair back from his forehead, whispering praises. Stella stroked his thighs. Susan whispered stories in his other ear.

It didn’t end.

It built - again and again - pleasure folding into pleasure until it was no longer orgasm but transformation. The air shimmered. The stars above swirled. The altar cracked with light, pouring energy up through their bodies.

And in the final moment, with Lucy riding him once more, crying his name, eyes locked on his, the island opened .

They felt it.

The trees roared. The earth shook. The altar split down the center, revealing a core of white-hot light beneath. The melody reached a crescendo, and all of them - Jude, the wives, the forest - cried out in unison.

When it ended, they lay collapsed in a circle, bodies glowing, breath mingling with the breeze.

The island was silent.

And then the altar whispered a single word into the air.

"Belong."

Rose sat up first, her body bathed in the afterglow of ecstasy and divinity. The light from the altar no longer pulsed, but shimmered like a dying flame - not extinguished, only settled. She turned to look at Jude, her fingers gently brushing his cheek. "It accepted us."

He could barely speak, lungs still heaving from the high of what they had just become. The silence that followed wasn’t absence, but saturation - every sound swallowed in the thick reverence of what had passed. The island didn’t hum anymore. It listened.

Grace stirred next, curling against Stella, their bodies still tangled. Stella’s eyes were wide, pupils dilated, a stunned kind of awe stretching across her face. "Did we... did we just wake something?"

"No," Layla whispered, lips touching Zoey’s neck. "We became it."

Jude sat up slowly, his muscles weak but charged with something deeper. Beneath the physical exhaustion, he could feel it - something had changed, not just in him, but in all of them.