Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1611

Chapter 1611: Chapter 1611

The air thickened. Their skin flushed. A wave of heat swept through the chamber - not external, not environmental. It was arousal. From the tree. From the roots. From them.

Their connection had stirred something deep, and now it responded with equal hunger.

Lucy touched Jude’s chest. "It’s asking for more."

He turned slowly, meeting each of their eyes. No words were needed. They knew what to do.

The chamber around them shifted subtly. Moss spread in thick layers around the root-womb. Vines created niches and ridges. The pulsing heart glowed brighter.

And then the circle broke.

Each woman moved to a space around the womb, creating their own rhythms, their own moments. Jude walked to them one by one, as he had in the rooms above - but now, the energy wasn’t just about union. It was about offering.

He began with Emma.

She met him with open arms, lying back into the moss, drawing him down. Her mouth found his with bruising urgency, her legs wrapping around his waist. "No games," she growled. "Just feel me. "

And he did.

Their bodies met in hard, passionate strokes, Emma crying out, gripping his hair, dragging her nails down his back. Her orgasm came like lightning, ripping through her in gasping sobs. She collapsed beneath him, glowing and spent, and the root pulsed brighter.

Jude moved to Susan next.

She was already lying with her knees drawn up, her fingers touching herself in slow, delicate circles, watching him with wide, wanting eyes. When he knelt between her legs, she let him in without a word, guiding him in slowly with a sigh that seemed to ripple through the earth itself. Her pace was slow, rhythmic, their bodies swaying together like leaves in water. Her climax was quiet but deep, her hands on his face, her lips whispering his name as she trembled.

Then Grace.

She stood when he reached her, pressed her body to his, and leaned into a kiss that was full of devotion. She turned and braced her hands against the mossy wall, offering herself to him wordlessly. He took her gently, slowly, her breath coming in sighs. When she came, she reached back for him, clung to his hand, and kissed his knuckles.

With Natalie, it was pure need.

She pulled him onto her with shaking urgency, wrapping around him like a wave. Their kiss was desperate. Her body arched beneath him again and again, every motion aching, every thrust laced with a kind of reverent desperation. When she came, she wept with it, clinging to him like she never wanted him to go.

Stella climbed on top of him.

She rode him with abandon, laughing through her pleasure, hair wild, breasts bouncing with every motion. "Yes," she gasped, head thrown back. "Yes, more, more." She ground against him faster, moaning his name until they came together, breathless and sweating and gloriously undone.

Scarlet licked him before she kissed him.

Her movements were dark, sensual, slow like poison. She whispered dirty things into his ear as she sank onto him, dragging her hips in sinful circles. She made him watch as she unraveled above him, her body glowing with golden filth. Her orgasm was violent and silent, eyes rolling back, mouth open in stunned pleasure.

With Zoey, it was fire.

They met standing, slamming into each other like a storm. She clawed his back, bit his lips, ground against him until he exploded inside her with a roar. Their bodies crashed together in raw heat, both of them panting when it was over, grinning like wolves.

Sophie was already lying back when he reached her.

She didn’t move. Just watched him approach with soft, tired eyes. He lay beside her first. Kissed her deeply. Held her. Then slid into her slowly, lovingly, letting their bodies move in long, sighing waves. She whispered, "Thank you," as she came, a single tear sliding from the corner of her eye.

Emma touched his back as he passed her again. "You’re shining."

Lucy was next.

She waited with open arms, legs spread, eyes wide. "Come home," she whispered again.

He did.

Her warmth enveloped him like the heart of the island itself. They moved together in silence, lips barely touching, eyes locked. It was the longest, the slowest. The deepest. When they climaxed, it wasn’t just their bodies that trembled.

The tree did too.

Its glow flared.

Then only Rose remained.

She stood beside the heart, hands on the root.

When Jude reached her, she didn’t touch him.

Instead, she pressed her palm to the pulsing core.

And it opened.

A small slit at its center, glowing gold and deep.

She turned to Jude. "Give yourself to me. Here. Now."

He stepped behind her.

She bent forward, one hand on the root, the other guiding him inside her.

Their joining was raw and sacred.

Every thrust sent pulses through the root.

Every moan echoed in the chamber.

When she came, she cried out like the forest had broken open inside her.

When he followed, the root lit like the sun.

A shockwave of golden heat exploded through the chamber.

All twelve women cried out in unison, bodies arching, glowing.

The womb had accepted them.

The tree pulsed once.

Twice.

And then the chamber began to rise.

They clung together, naked and radiant, as the spiral lifted them back up.

Up through the moss.

Up into the grove.

Up into the starlit sky.

And when they emerged, they were not the same.

They were reborn.

As one.

The air was different now. It kissed their skin like it knew them - soft, warm, and heavy with meaning. The grove was aglow with a soft aurora, threads of violet and gold weaving through the branches like veins. The sky overhead shimmered with stars, too close, too alive to be real, as if the heavens had bent down to witness their return. The tree behind them - the one that had always stood at the heart of the island - no longer pulsed alone.