Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1513

Chapter 1513: Chapter 1513

Grace’s voice drifted through the trees like a breeze wrapped in silk - soft, high, laced with sorrow and longing. It wasn’t the same melody as before. This was different. A new verse. A new tone. Her song carried weight, not darkness, but gravity. It pulled at Jude’s chest like a hand, invisible and warm, reaching deep into his center and tugging something loose.

He sat up slowly, the girls moving with him, their bodies still slick and warm from the moments before. Susan nestled against his shoulder, Lucy pressed a kiss to his collarbone, and Sophie’s hand trailed slowly along his thigh. But their eyes weren’t on him. They were turned toward the sound.

Grace was near.

Jude stood first. The moss under his feet felt warm, pulsing with each note of her voice. The vines untangled themselves slowly, giving way like obedient pets, parting to form a path. The girls followed silently, wrapping cloths around themselves, not from shame, but ritual. Each movement now felt like part of something greater, something unfolding with the rhythm of their breath and the island’s will.

They stepped through the trees and saw her.

Grace stood in the heart of a new clearing, barefoot, eyes closed, her arms raised like she was holding up the sky. The light bathed her from above in slanted golden beams, giving her hair a halo, her skin a blush. Around her, the trees bowed gently inward, their branches curled down as though listening.

She opened her eyes when they stepped into view, and for a moment, Jude thought she was crying. But no. They were tears - but not of sorrow. They glistened like joy too big for her body, overflowing down her cheeks.

"I felt you," she said softly. "All of you. Your hearts. Your... union."

Susan stepped forward, lips parted, voice trembling. "Grace, are you still with us?"

"I’m more with you than I’ve ever been," she whispered. "I didn’t run from it. I listened. I sang. And the island gave me back... me."

Jude crossed to her. She didn’t flinch when he touched her cheek. Her skin was warm, tingling beneath his fingertips like the low hum of electricity.

She looked at him with those shimmering eyes. "I want to feel what you gave Lucy. What you gave Susan. I want to be part of that. With you. With them."

"You don’t have to ask," he said, and leaned in.

Her mouth met his slowly, trembling at first, but deepening instantly. Her hands moved to his hips, then his chest, fingers splayed like she was memorizing him by touch. Behind him, Lucy and Susan approached, one on either side, wrapping their arms around Grace, pressing kisses to her shoulders, her neck, the curve of her spine.

Sophie stepped in last, her hands sliding down Grace’s waist, her mouth finding the soft space behind her ear. Grace moaned softly, collapsing back into their waiting arms, letting them lay her down on the moss like a gift.

She looked up at them, breathless. "Please."

Jude knelt between her legs, watching the way her chest rose and fell, how her thighs parted instinctively, how her lips trembled with anticipation. Lucy kissed her softly as Sophie licked a slow line down Grace’s throat. Susan’s hands slid over her hips, thumbs pressing into the sensitive hollows.

Jude leaned in and licked her slowly, tasting her, making her cry out, her hips arching. She was already soaked, already begging, her fingers gripping Lucy’s hair, her body shaking. When Jude entered her, Grace’s head fell back, her mouth open in a silent cry, her legs wrapping tight around his waist.

He moved slowly, filling her deep, each stroke sending shivers through her body. Lucy and Susan kissed her, held her, worshipped her with touch and breath while Sophie whispered praises into her ear.

Grace came hard, her cries echoing through the clearing, her hands clinging to them all like lifelines. But she didn’t stop.

She pulled Lucy to her next, their mouths hungry, their bodies entwined. Sophie joined them, her fingers slick from Grace’s wetness, sliding easily between Lucy’s thighs, making her gasp. Jude watched as Susan straddled Grace’s face, and Grace welcomed her eagerly, moaning into her, drinking her down like honey.

Jude couldn’t breathe.

He was too full of them. Of their sounds, their bodies, their scent and sweat and the song still humming through the air.

They were one. Moving as one. Changing as one.

Grace cried out again as she climaxed a second time, her voice breaking apart in harmony with Lucy’s, with Susan’s gasps and Sophie’s low growl of release. They collapsed together, bodies tangled, breath mingling, hearts pounding.

Jude lay on his back, Grace curled on his chest, Lucy across his hips, Sophie and Susan flanking either side. The moss beneath them pulsed once, softly. The vines twitched gently, as if petting them, soothing them, pulling a soft exhale from the forest itself.

"I never want to leave this place," Grace whispered.

"You won’t," Jude said.

Because now... there was nowhere else.

And the next note, he knew, would come with Scarlet.

Scarlet’s footsteps came lightly, as if the island itself cushioned her arrival. No one turned at first - still catching their breath, skin flushed, bodies glistening with the last sheen of shared bliss. But the hum shifted subtly, that eerie, beautiful resonance of the trees responding to something sacred, something new.

Jude turned his head and saw her.

Scarlet stood just at the edge of the clearing, framed by woven vines and curling light. She wore no clothes - only a thin band of golden thread wrapped once around her thigh, like a mark of passage. Her long auburn hair tumbled down her back in wild, rippling waves, her eyes wide but unafraid. She wasn’t smiling.

She was watching.

Jude rose slowly, not bothering to dress, not needing to. His body was still warm from Grace, from Lucy, from all of them - but this was different.