Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1496

Chapter 1496: Chapter 1496

Jude moved last, but not from hesitation. He watched each of them go - Lucy, her fingers brushing the curve of her own stomach where a golden spiral now glowed; Sophie, strong and silent, jaw tight but eyes soft; Stella, half-drunk on Grace’s mouth even as she stepped away; Layla, who looked at him with a lover’s gaze as she passed; Zoey, who nodded once, solemn but ready.

He entered the passage and the light of the crystal behind them faded away. The air changed immediately. It grew warmer, sweeter, laced with the scent of wild orchids and musk and something almost like skin. It didn’t smell like danger. It smelled like welcome.

Their markings began to glow brighter, lighting the corridor as they descended deeper. The floor became softer, velvet-like beneath their feet. Moss gave way to strange silks, long strands hanging from the ceiling that brushed over their bodies like teasing fingers. Jude felt them trail along his chest, his thighs, his cock. Every nerve sparked to life again, as if the cave itself was alive and breathing with them.

Lucy stopped, turning her head to look at him. Her lips were parted, her breathing shallow. "It’s touching us."

"It’s tasting us," Natalie murmured. Her nipples were hard, her thighs trembling slightly where she stood.

"Let it," Rose whispered.

The corridor narrowed and then opened again into a vast chamber unlike anything they’d seen before. The walls glistened as if coated in oil, with streaks of dark purple and gold. In the center was a pool - deep, round, and perfectly still, its surface like liquid obsidian. Around it, soft cushions and low couches, feathers and flowers and vines. It felt like a dream sculpted by hands that knew everything they desired.

No one told them what to do.

They simply moved.

Grace and Stella knelt by the edge of the pool first. They dipped their fingers into it, then laughed - softly, breathlessly - as the water shimmered and pulsed in response. Grace leaned over and kissed Stella, their bodies pressing close, fingers tangling in hair, mouths slow and wet and unhurried.

Sophie lay back on one of the cushions, her legs spread just enough to welcome Lucy between them. Lucy crawled over her, her markings glowing brighter as their skin touched. Jude watched as Lucy’s lips found Sophie’s breasts, her hand slipping between her thighs. Sophie gasped, arching into her touch.

Emma stepped beside Jude, her breath warm against his ear. "It wants us to feed it," she whispered. "Not with blood. With pleasure."

Jude didn’t question. He turned and kissed her.

It wasn’t like before. This time, she kissed him back with full hunger. Her hands pulled at him, dragged his body to hers, fingers clutching at his back. She moaned into his mouth when his hand slid between her legs and found her already soaked. She bit his lower lip as he knelt and laid her back on the velvet floor.

Rose walked to the pool, the water still and glistening. She stepped into it and sighed - the sound thick with satisfaction. The liquid came to her thighs, wrapping around her like a second skin. Then she lowered herself into it completely, lying back until only her face showed above the surface.

And then she sang.

The sound was low and echoing, reverberating off the walls like the echo of a lover’s moan. The others responded without even realizing. Sophie’s hips bucked into Lucy’s mouth. Zoey and Natalie writhed together on a mound of petals, hands moving across breasts and thighs, mouths tasting everything. Layla climbed over Jude and Emma, straddling them both, kissing them one at a time until their mouths were wet with her.

The chamber pulsed.

Jude slid into Emma again, but this time Layla was between them too - her mouth at Emma’s breast, her fingers stroking both their bodies as if she could feel their shared heat. Emma sobbed beneath him, her hands clawing at his back, her legs wrapped tight around his waist.

He wasn’t sure if it was one orgasm or ten.

Rose emerged from the water like a goddess being reborn, her skin now glowing entirely with that golden light, her eyes full of wild joy. "This is the heart," she said. "The place where it all flows from. This is where the island lives."

"And it feeds on us?" Zoey asked, her voice hoarse as she sucked softly at Natalie’s nipple, her fingers still stroking inside her.

"No," Rose said. "It feeds with us."

Sophie pulled Lucy into her lap and guided her down onto her cock, watching her ride with slow, rolling thrusts. Lucy’s eyes fluttered, her voice breaking into a moan that matched the harmony in the chamber.

Jude lay back, spent and hard all at once, watching his wives take pleasure in each other. His own cock throbbed still, and Emma crawled onto him again, her thighs slick, her eyes full of lust and affection. She kissed him deeply and lowered herself slowly, sliding him back inside her.

This time, they all came together.

Not at the same second, but in waves - Rose first, in the water, her cry echoing off the ceiling; then Zoey, clutching Natalie’s hair; then Sophie, buried in Lucy’s neck; Grace and Stella collapsed in each other’s arms, their legs still trembling; Layla and Emma and Jude, locked in a heat that blurred time.

The markings on their bodies flared.

The chamber glowed.

And for one breathless, sacred moment -

They were one.

Jude didn’t know how long the glow lasted. It pulsed through them like a second heartbeat, their bodies tangled, spent, sated - and still craving. The pool in the center of the chamber rippled, reflecting the golden hues of their skin, their markings, the soft laughter and breathless moans that lingered like perfume. Every surface held a memory now: a back arched in pleasure, lips parted in ecstasy, fingers slipping through sweat-slicked hair. It wasn’t just lovemaking. It was transformation. A ritual. A communion with the island and with each other.