Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1540

Chapter 1540: Chapter 1540

They moved like a tide - undressing without fanfare, though most had nothing to remove. The ritual of it was enough. Hands touched skin, mouths found mouths, and the weight of the moment shifted from awe to hunger, from reverence to want.

Lucy pulled Jude down onto the moss first, straddling his waist with a heat that radiated from her skin like fire beneath silk. She cupped his face, brushing her lips against his, breath feathering his cheek. "We’re not just making love," she whispered. "We’re anchoring ourselves."

Then she sank onto him, slow and steady, her body welcoming him like something forged for his alone. Jude’s hands clutched her hips, fingers digging into the flesh that shimmered beneath his touch. She moved above him in a rhythm that matched the island’s breath, every roll of her hips pressing them deeper into the moss, into the island, into each other.

Emma lay beside them, her fingers tangled with Grace’s, their lips brushing softly. Natalie and Stella kissed languidly in the shadows of the new wall, bodies twined together like ivy. Sophie, always hesitant, stepped closer, then knelt, her eyes locked on Jude’s as Lucy rode him with reverence.

"Is this what it means to belong?" Sophie asked, voice shaky.

"Yes," Jude whispered, his voice hoarse with pleasure and love.

Rose moved behind Sophie, unfastening her braid, her lips brushing against the back of her neck. "Then join us."

Sophie turned, trembling, and Rose kissed her, slowly, deeply, until she melted into her arms. Jude watched as Sophie lowered herself beside him, her eyes full of heat and the faintest glimmer of surrender.

Zoey crawled to his other side, brushing Lucy’s hair from Jude’s face. "We can all feel it now. You. The rhythm."

Grace pressed her lips to his shoulder. "The way you hold us without holding back."

He cried out softly as Lucy clenched around him, her movements building faster, more urgent, her moans high and breathy. Their marks glowed brighter with every thrust, every kiss, every stroke.

When Lucy came, her cry echoed like a bell through the flowering walls. Her light burst outward, cascading over them all, and the entire chamber pulsed with golden energy.

Jude flipped her gently, still inside her, and thrust deeper, harder, his hands pressed to either side of her head. Their mouths met again in a desperate kiss, his body driving into hers as vines coiled around them like tendrils of pleasure. Her thighs locked around him, and their climax came like a storm - fast, fierce, and breathtaking.

As he spilled into her, the moss beneath them bloomed, a circle of radiant color spreading out like a shockwave.

And it didn’t end.

Zoey moved next, crawling over Lucy’s trembling body and straddling Jude while he was still pulsing with release. "Don’t stop," she whispered. "Not until the island sings."

He didn’t.

She rode him with wild abandon, her breasts bouncing, her fingers tangled in his hair, her cries growing louder until she screamed her release and collapsed onto his chest. Then Stella took her place. Then Grace. Then Susan, Emma, Natalie. Each one moving with love and urgency, with joy and heat and unity.

By the time Sophie approached him, the moss was soaked with sweat and ecstasy, and his body burned with exhaustion and bliss. But she looked at him with eyes that no longer held fear - only fire.

"I want all of you," she said.

He reached up and pulled her down. "You always had me."

When she rode him, the rhythm was different - slower, deeper, filled with unspoken truths. Her hips moved like a tide, her hands braced against his chest, her lips parted in a silent, gasping chant. Jude cupped her breasts, kissed the valley between them, then her throat, her jaw, her mouth.

Her orgasm hit like a wave breaking, and she collapsed into him, shuddering and glowing.

They all lay there after, a tangle of limbs, of breath, of trembling muscles and fast heartbeats. Around them, the home pulsed with light. The flower above the buried seed shimmered anew.

And then it bloomed again.

This time, it bore fruit.

A single orb of golden light rose from its center, suspended in the air, crackling softly with magic.

They watched it hover, silent, breathless.

Then it shot into the sky, disappearing among the stars.

The sky answered with a shimmer, a new constellation blinking into existence overhead.

Jude looked up, Lucy nestled under his arm, Rose on his chest, Sophie curled at his side.

He knew what it meant.

"We’ve made something eternal."

And all around them, the island exhaled again.

And whispered: You are now the dream.

The golden constellation lingered in the sky like a crown, suspended above the living temple they had forged with their bodies and breath. Jude lay at the center of the sacred tangle, the scent of moss and blossoms still clinging to his skin, Lucy’s leg draped over his thigh, Rose’s hand cradling his jaw, Sophie’s head rising and falling with each beat of his chest. The others had settled into place like stars pulled into orbit - Grace and Zoey curled against each other, Stella pressed to Emma’s back, Natalie nestled between Susan and Zoey, their arms tangled, their skin still warm and slick from the hours of worship.

But now something else stirred beneath the ecstasy. The soft, slow hum of something waking within him - not the island’s rhythm alone, but something seeded in him.

It wasn’t just power.

It was knowledge.

He closed his eyes, and behind the dark of his lids bloomed visions. Not images of what had been, but what could be. Threads stretched out from his body in every direction - twelve lines of light that connected him to each woman. And beyond them, more threads wove outward into the island, looping into trees, into flowers, into the soil and the sky. He wasn’t a man standing on the island anymore. He was part of its weave.