Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1589

Chapter 1589: Chapter 1589

Jude looked around the circle - at twelve radiant, glowing women, all bound to him, to each other, to the island. They were beyond marriage, beyond tribe, beyond blood. They were one.

And the island pulsed with that unity.

After they finished eating, they wandered again. But not in search of answers this time. They walked hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, pressing lazy kisses to necks and mouths, fingers drifting over skin with absent intimacy. They wove through the golden undergrowth like lovers lost in a story that would never need an ending.

By midday, the heat had thickened. The air wrapped around them like a lover’s embrace. The river called next.

It wasn’t the same river they had known. This one had grown wide and clear, with smooth stones beneath the water and glowing lilies floating atop it like lanterns. The current was slow, warm. Tempting.

Without a word, they undressed.

Even that felt different now - not lustful, not ashamed. Just natural. Like shedding skin to become something new again.

They entered the water together.

Jude led them in, arms open, water licking up his thighs, then his hips, his chest. It kissed every part of him like a welcome home. Lucy floated into him, wrapping her legs around his waist, sighing as her breasts pressed to his chest. "Everything tastes better. Feels better. Even you. "

He caught her mouth in his, slow and deep, as the others swam around them. Stella climbed onto a rock and dove in, her laugh ringing like a bell. Emma pulled Grace into the shallows and wrapped her arms around her waist. Susan and Natalie swayed together beneath the waterfall, the droplets cascading over their glowing bodies.

Rose floated beside Jude now, hands trailing down his back. "You were made for this," she said.

He turned to face her. "We all were."

Her kiss was soft and full of promises.

Scarlet swam up between them and slid between Jude and Lucy with a wicked smile. "Mind if I join?"

Lucy giggled, wrapping her arms around both of them. "Always."

The river became a dance.

They played like children, kissed like lovers, touched like stars colliding. Skin slick with water, mouths open in laughter, in gasps, in moans. The river didn’t just welcome them - it held them, cradled their limbs, lifted them into each other. Zoey pulled Jude under the surface with her, lips crashing to his, their bodies moving in slow, delicious friction beneath the flow. When they rose again, gasping, the others were already wrapped in their own rhythm.

Time unraveled.

The sun hung suspended.

Bodies met, parted, met again.

They made love in pairs, in threes, in waves of hunger and heat. On the mossy banks, against the smooth stone beneath the falls, in the drifting current of the river’s embrace. Jude lost count of how many mouths touched his skin, how many gasps filled his ears, how many fingers wrapped around his wrists and pulled him closer.

Every moment was connection.

Every climax, a burst of gold that rippled across the water.

When they finally collapsed, bodies tangled in a massive sprawl on the shore, the forest began to sing.

Not a song with words.

A song of them.

Of love and freedom.

Of newness.

Jude lay with Rose against his chest, Lucy curled in the crook of his arm, Sophie lying across his thighs, her fingers drawing circles on his skin. Zoey nuzzled his neck. Emma rested her head on his shoulder, humming quietly.

Above them, the sky had turned rose-pink, and two moons had risen - glowing, watching.

"Do you think the island will keep changing?" Susan whispered.

"I think we will," Jude said.

"And the island will follow," Grace added.

They lay there as night came, warm and safe, wrapped in each other.

And above them, the moons sang too.

The breeze that swept over their bodies was warm, scented with jasmine and something deeper - like the perfume of dreams left out under moonlight. Jude stirred first, blinking slowly as the sky’s color deepened from rose to indigo, stars pricking through the veil above them like tiny, watching eyes. Around him, his wives lay sprawled in quiet ecstasy, the soft rise and fall of their breath in perfect rhythm with the heartbeat of the island. They glowed faintly still, as though the water and the touch and the love had marked them anew, inside and out.

Lucy murmured something unintelligible against his chest, her leg still hooked over his. Scarlet lay draped across his right arm, her hair drying in soft crimps over his shoulder, lips parted in a sigh of contentment. Sophie, ever half-watchful, blinked awake next, her gaze finding his in the dim light.

"It’s night," she whispered.

"Is it?" he asked. "Feels like dreaming."

She sat up, rubbing her eyes, the curve of her bare back gleaming silver. "The moons are out."

Jude followed her gaze upward. They were twin lights tonight - one golden, one pale violet - hovering close together. The forest hummed with gentle sounds, chirps and rustles that weren’t quite familiar, yet not threatening. The island was alive in a different way now. Slower. More sensual. More aware .

Zoey rolled onto her stomach, stretching languidly. "How long were we out?"

"A while," Grace answered, her voice dreamy. "I lost count after the fourth orgasm."

"I counted five," Stella muttered, and a few soft laughs drifted across the bank.

Jude pulled Lucy closer, brushing her hair back as she blinked at him sleepily. "You didn’t count?"

She smiled, lips brushing his jaw. "I never count with you."

Rose stood, not bothering to gather her wrap. Her nude form looked sculpted by the night sky, each curve kissed by starlight. "It’s time."

Emma frowned. "For what?"

Rose turned, and her golden eyes shimmered. "The heartstone called us once. It will again. The tree is ready."

Jude felt it before she finished speaking - the pull in his chest, soft but insistent, like fingers tugging gently at his ribs.