Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1491

Chapter 1491: Chapter 1491

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. Jude washed Lucy’s back, slow and tender, and she leaned into him with a soft sigh.

No one spoke of what had passed.

It didn’t need words.

By midday, they gathered near the central fire again. Stella and Layla cooked while Natalie sharpened blades nearby. It felt almost like normal again, except for the occasional flicker of light beneath their skin, and the way their eyes lingered on one another - longer, softer, hungrier.

Jude sat with Sophie, Emma, and Lucy while Rose approached from the edge of the clearing.

"There’s more," she said. "Beneath the altar. Beneath the tree."

"More what?" Emma asked.

"A chamber. Sealed. But it’s opening."

"You saw it?" Sophie asked.

"I felt it. Like it was breathing last night. We fed it."

Jude stood slowly. "Then we go together."

Rose smiled. "Tonight."

That evening, the island changed again.

The sky bled crimson as the sun dipped low. Mist curled along the forest floor like fingers. The humming started earlier, deeper, like a heartbeat stretched across the entire island.

The twelve of them returned to the altar clearing, dressed this time in ceremonial wraps made from feathers, silk, and stitched bark. Lucy’s was midnight blue, cinched at the waist with golden vines. Sophie’s was blood red, her arms bare, her shoulders squared. Emma’s shimmered silver and pale green, and Rose wore hers like a crown - dark, regal, impossible to ignore.

The altar tree pulsed when they arrived.

A crack had formed at its base, a narrow slit in the obsidian bark.

Jude stepped forward first. The tree opened for him.

Inside was a staircase.

Downward.

The air inside was thick with scent. It smelled like earth, sex, and honey. Sweetness so thick it coated his tongue. They descended one by one, torches in hand, the glow of their bodies lighting the path better than flame.

The chamber was round, vast, domed with roots. In the center stood a pedestal, and on it - another shard. Like the one they had found before. Bone white. Glowing with a heartbeat.

Stella approached it. "This is the next step."

"What does it do?" Sophie asked.

"It connects," Rose said. "It deepens."

Jude stepped forward. "Do we all touch it?"

Rose nodded. "Together."

They circled the pedestal.

Hands touched hands.

Fingers intertwined.

Twelve women. One man.

A breath.

A hum.

And then they touched the shard. Together.

The world burst open.

Light exploded across the chamber - gold, violet, deep blue like the heart of a flame. Jude felt it slam through his chest, not pain, not even heat, but a wave of pure sensation. It was like his soul had cracked open, peeled back, and poured into every hand around him. The hands of his wives. His lovers. His family. One heartbeat, one breath, one flesh.

Each of them gasped at once, a collective exhale that felt holy.

The shard pulsed beneath their palms, no longer bone but something alive - liquid and shifting, like water frozen in motion, thrumming with the sound of a thousand voices whispering in perfect harmony. Jude couldn’t move. None of them could. They were suspended in the moment, every boundary melting. He didn’t know whose breath he was feeling in his mouth, whose desire curled in his belly, whose thoughts pressed against his skin. They were all blending, slowly, sensually, with an intimacy no words could ever capture.

Sophie’s moan was barely a sound, but it carried like music through them all.

Lucy gripped his hand tighter.

Emma’s lips brushed his shoulder.

Rose leaned in, her cheek against his chest, and her breath trembled.

Around them, the roots above quivered like lungs exhaling. The walls shimmered like waves on a moonlit sea. The chamber was responding.

He didn’t think. He couldn’t. His body moved on instinct, guided by feeling more than thought. Jude turned slowly toward Lucy, his lips finding hers not out of control, but because it was the only truth left to him in that moment. She kissed him back with a sweetness that burned, her hands sliding up his chest, her body pressing close as her wrap unraveled between them like silk falling from a gift.

The others didn’t watch.

They joined.

Emma kissed Sophie behind him, and Sophie shivered against the wall, gasping as hands moved over her like prayer. Grace and Natalie tangled together on the mossy floor, bodies glistening in the light of the shard, mouths whispering each other’s names between kisses.

Jude sank to his knees with Lucy in his arms, her thighs wrapping around him, her breath hot in his ear as she whispered, "I want all of you."

"You have all of me," he murmured.

Their bodies met, slick and perfect, and Lucy cried out with a sound that seemed to shake the chamber. Her fingers dug into his back. Their rhythm wasn’t frantic - it was slow, sacred, an offering. Each thrust carried weight, intention, love.

The shard pulsed brighter.

Zoey was behind them, her back arched, mouth parted in bliss as Layla knelt between her legs. Stella moved like a goddess through them, bending to kiss, to touch, to guide. There was no shame. No hierarchy. Only need, and the desire to fulfill it.

Jude and Lucy moved together, their breath becoming one. Her legs trembled around him, her body blooming beneath his as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. When she came, it was with a shudder and a cry that echoed in every chest. And when Jude followed, it wasn’t just release - it was surrender. Surrender to them.