Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1502

Chapter 1502: Chapter 1502

They moved like a dream stitched into reality, bare feet brushing over soft grass that glittered faintly beneath the twilight sky. Every breath felt sacred. Every glance shared between them pulsed with something deeper than lust - though lust simmered there too, warm and insistent.

Whatever the island had done to them, it hadn’t taken their hunger. It had simply deepened it. Refined it. Transformed it into something elemental.

Jude led, but only because the others let him. It was no longer about control or dominance. It was trust. Shared, cyclical. When Sophie touched his back with her fingers, it sent ripples through the entire group, like a whisper passed down a chain of intimate contact.

Emma took his hand. Stella twined her fingers through his other. Zoey’s lips brushed his shoulder. Behind him, he felt the soft press of Rose’s breasts against his spine, her breath warm against his neck.

The forest parted ahead.

Not like it had been forced.

Like it wanted them.

And in the center of the new clearing stood a long structure, grown rather than built - pillars of living trees woven with vines, flowering branches curling over like a natural cathedral.

The scent of jasmine and crushed berries filled the air, heady and intoxicating. Inside, a thick bed of moss and petals waited.

Grace walked forward and dropped to her knees in the moss, laughing softly. "It’s like a temple."

Natalie knelt beside her. "No. It’s a bedroom."

Scarlet knelt too, laying back with her arms stretched above her head. "A sacred one."

Jude followed them in, slowly, heart pounding. The others surrounded him again, like gravity pulled them together. The warmth of their bodies, the sheen of their skin in the strange golden light - it overwhelmed his senses. He could still feel Lucy’s lips from before. Still taste Zoey’s breath on his tongue. Still hear Stella’s song echoing somewhere in his chest.

Rose pushed him gently down into the moss. "Let us show you what it means to belong."

They began undressing him, though there was almost nothing left to remove. Their hands moved over him like prayer - soft, slow, reverent. Not rushed. Not greedy. Each touch was a note in a new melody, and his breath came in shallow waves as they kissed his skin, one after another.

Lucy kissed his lips.

Emma kissed his chest.

Sophie ran her tongue down his stomach, while Stella and Zoey each licked his thighs in slow mirror image.

Jude gasped. "This... this isn’t real."

"It is," Rose whispered. "It’s the most real."

Layla straddled his left leg, grinding gently, moaning as she rocked. Natalie kissed his ear and whispered filth made beautiful by the softness of her voice. Grace took his hand and pressed it between her legs, sighing as his fingers moved. She was soaked. Needy. Perfect.

Their moans wove together, not frenzied but orchestrated - layered and deliberate, like the island was composing something through their bodies. Every woman took her time. Kissed with care. Touched without demand. Yet the hunger underneath - oh, it burned.

When Lucy finally lowered herself onto him, her back arched and a sound escaped her that made the vines above tremble. Jude gasped, his hands gripping her hips, and she began to move - slow, deep, purposeful. The others circled them, watching, touching, worshipping.

Emma kissed Lucy as she rode him. Stella kissed Jude’s throat.

Zoey stroked herself beside them, matching their rhythm, whispering his name like a prayer.

Then Scarlet joined Lucy, mouth on her breasts, tongue lapping at her nipples as Lucy rode harder. Jude felt like he was floating - like his body no longer had edges. Every touch belonged to him. Every sound vibrated in his spine.

Sophie leaned in close. "We want to watch you come undone."

And he did.

Explosively. Beautifully. His cry echoed through the forest as Lucy came with him, her whole body shaking. And still, it didn’t stop. The others were already moving, already climbing over him, around him, guiding him into new waves of pleasure.

Stella took him next, her body hot and tight, her mouth on his as she bounced gently, sighing with each motion. Behind her, Zoey kissed her back, licked her shoulder, curled her fingers in her hair. Grace lay beneath them, touching herself, gasping as she watched.

Then Emma. Then Layla. Then Natalie and Scarlet together - kissing each other while he filled one, then the other, his hands gripping hips and thighs, breasts and hair, lips and moaning mouths.

They all joined. They all took. They all gave.

Rose waited last.

When she finally straddled him, the forest went quiet.

Even the wind paused.

Her body wrapped around him like it had never forgotten. Her lips brushed his ear.

"Now you understand," she whispered.

And he did.

He wasn’t being devoured.

He was being reborn .

And as he came again inside her, crying out, the stone arch flared one last time - bright as the sun, loud as a thousand heartbeats - and the island sang .

They collapsed together in the moss, tangled, sweaty, glowing.

Not separate.

Not alone.

And not afraid anymore.

The air around them shimmered with an invisible heat, like the island itself had exhaled after holding its breath for centuries. The moss beneath their bodies pulsed faintly, almost alive, responding to the lingering aftershocks of their union. Jude lay in the center, dazed, his body humming with exhaustion and bliss, his limbs entangled with the twelve women who had just brought him to the edge of himself and back.

Rose was curled against his right side, her fingers lazily trailing circles over his chest. Lucy was tucked beneath his arm, her cheek pressed to his shoulder, her breath slow and content. Emma rested across his thighs, half-asleep, her back rising and falling with each even exhale. The rest of them were scattered like fallen stars in a halo around him, every inch of moss occupied by glowing skin and tangled hair.

For a while, no one spoke.