Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1490

Chapter 1490: Chapter 1490

Not out of dominance or command, but invitation. Her lips soft, lingering, her hand on Lucy’s waist. Lucy gasped and clung to her. When they parted, Rose turned and kissed Jude again, deeper this time, and something opened inside him like a door he hadn’t known existed.

Hands were everywhere after that.

Emma pulled Lucy to her, their bodies pressing close, mouths meeting in tentative hunger. Sophie moved behind Jude, her hands sliding over his chest, down his stomach, around his hips. Grace’s mouth found his neck while Layla pressed against his back, warm and familiar. The clothes came off slowly, fingers tugging at knots and ties, until flesh met flesh and every boundary dissolved.

The forest around them glowed.

Golden threads of light stretched from tree to tree, blooming in slow pulses with every kiss, every moan. Jude was lost in a sea of heat and mouths and hands. Scarlet kissed him while Zoey straddled him, her body moving to the rhythm of the hum. Lucy gasped as Stella and Natalie took her between them, kissing her chest and thighs while her fingers tangled in Sophie’s hair.

It wasn’t wild. It was worship.

Bodies entwined like vines. Moans blending with music. The tree pulsing brighter with each climax, feeding off the pleasure and giving it back tenfold. Jude felt himself dissolve into them, and them into him, no longer twelve women and one man, but a single, shuddering unity of breath and desire.

And when it was over, they didn’t speak.

They lay together beneath the glowing tree, tangled in one another’s limbs, chests rising and falling in slow unison. Rose curled beside Jude, her fingers brushing his chest. Lucy rested her head on his shoulder, Emma across his thighs, Grace spooned behind Lucy, and Zoey’s hand never left his.

He closed his eyes.

And the island sang.

The hum of the island faded into a hush, like breath after ecstasy. The air was dense with warmth, the scent of skin and moss thick in Jude’s nostrils. He didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to break the perfect, trembling stillness that had settled over them all like a blessing. Rose’s breath was warm against his neck. Lucy’s arm draped across his chest, her fingers twitching slightly in sleep. All around them, soft murmurs rose and fell as the others slowly stirred, stretching, shifting, whispering in low voices touched with awe.

Jude opened his eyes and saw gold light filtering through the canopy, though the sky still looked like night. Time had become slippery here. Maybe meaningless. The tree beside them was glowing faintly, its obsidian bark laced now with thin veins of light, like something had awakened deep inside it. Something watching. Breathing.

Grace sat up slowly, nude and radiant, her curls wild around her shoulders. She looked at Jude with a soft, exhausted smile. "That... felt like the island itself made love to us."

Sophie was still curled against Emma, but her eyes were open now, cautious but no longer resistant. Emma stroked her arm gently, murmuring something that made Sophie’s lips twitch into the ghost of a smile.

Lucy lifted her head, blinking slowly. "I feel like I’m still vibrating."

"You are," Rose said quietly, propped on one elbow beside Jude. "It won’t stop. Not for a while."

"What... was that?" Jude asked.

Rose tilted her head. "The first offering. The first return. We’ve given ourselves, fully, without fear. The island accepts us."

"The island?" Jude echoed. "Or something in it?"

"It doesn’t matter," Zoey said, lying nearby, her eyes closed, a blissful smirk on her lips. "It felt right."

Stella rose to her knees and looked down at her hands. They were glowing faintly, golden light tracing her veins. She didn’t seem afraid. She flexed her fingers, watching the light dance. "It’s inside us now."

Natalie moved behind her and kissed her shoulder. "We’re changed."

Jude looked around at all of them - his wives, his family - and saw the shift. Not in their bodies, though they still glowed faintly from within. But in their eyes. The clarity. The unity. The desire that had once existed as something physical and separate had become spiritual now, instinctive. There was no awkwardness between them, no shame, no hesitation.

And it terrified him.

He sat up, heart pounding. "What happens next?"

Rose reached out and placed a hand on his chest. "You’re scared."

He didn’t deny it. "Because I don’t know where this leads."

"To unity," Grace said.

"To surrender," Stella added.

"To something beautiful," Layla whispered.

"But what about who we were?" Jude asked, looking from face to face. "Before this. Before the hum. Are we still us?"

"We’re more than we were," Lucy said, her voice soft. "But I still remember everything. I still love you. I still want you."

"And I still think you snore," Emma added, smirking. "So yes, we’re still us."

That earned a quiet laugh from several of them.

Sophie finally sat up. "I’m not ready to say yes to all of this. But I also can’t pretend I didn’t feel something last night."

Jude nodded. "Then we take it one moment at a time."

Rose smiled gently. "There’s no rush. But the island will keep calling. When it does... we answer."

The others slowly rose, gathering their wraps, brushing dirt and moss from their skin. They moved together like a single living organism, with glances and small touches taking the place of words. Jude stood slowly, Lucy beside him, her hand sliding into his.

They walked back to camp in the morning hush. Birds chirped somewhere far off, the first sounds of the waking jungle. The sky above remained streaked with purple and gold, the stars not yet vanished. It was like they were caught between night and day, between dream and waking.

At the treehouse, they took turns bathing in the river. Not just to clean, but as ritual. Emma poured water over Sophie’s shoulders, who didn’t flinch. Grace sat beside Zoey, quietly combing her fingers through her hair.