Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1624

Chapter 1624: Chapter 1624

The stairs spiraled downward like the inside of a shell, smooth and glistening, each step glowing beneath their bare feet. The deeper they went, the more the air thickened - not in weight, but in presence. It was like walking into someone’s breath, into the chest of something that was very much alive and very much aware. Jude led the way, Rose just behind him, her hand warm against his lower back. The others followed in silence, the rhythm of their steps in perfect sync, like they had done this a thousand times before in some forgotten dream.

At the bottom, the stairway opened into a chamber of impossible beauty.

It was vast and open, yet felt enclosed, like they had entered the very core of the island. The ceiling was a dome of translucent crystal that pulsed with golden veins. All around them, the walls shimmered with moving patterns - shadows of vines, waves, moaning mouths, intertwined bodies. They weren’t static. They shifted and pulsed with slow rhythm, responding to breath, to thought, to desire. A single platform rose at the center, shaped like a giant blooming flower, its petals open and curling, waiting.

Jude stepped forward slowly, his heart pounding. The platform called to him, not in words, but in need. He reached the center, the others circling around him, each woman glowing with the light of everything they had shared. Lucy’s fingers brushed his spine. Emma’s lips pressed to his shoulder. Natalie ran her hands along his ribs. Zoey traced the golden mark that curled over his thigh.

They moved together - no words, no plans - only touch, only breath.

The platform responded, lifting slightly, petals rising to cradle their bodies. It was soft as skin, warm and giving. Jude lay back, his body already aching with the need that bloomed inside him like fire. The women came to him, one by one, then all at once. There was no more taking turns. No more watching and waiting.

They wanted him together.

Rose straddled him first, her hair tumbling over her shoulders as she guided him inside her with a moan that echoed through the chamber. She didn’t ride him fast, but slow, deep, her hands on his chest, her mouth parting in a gasp as Lucy leaned in and kissed her neck, her hands caressing Rose’s breasts.

Sophie knelt beside them, her lips brushing Jude’s as she moaned from Emma’s touch behind her. Stella lay across his legs, kissing his thighs, her breath hot against his skin. Grace and Zoey tangled together above him, their hands slick and wandering, their mouths tasting each other with feverish devotion.

Susan crawled up Jude’s chest, her body soft and damp with sweat, her lips finding his as Rose cried out again, her climax wracking her body. She fell forward into Lucy’s arms, and without pause, Natalie was there, her body sliding down Jude’s length in one smooth motion. She was tighter, needier, her rhythm desperate as she rode him while Grace’s mouth moved along her breast, her tongue flicking teasingly.

Jude moaned into Sophie’s kiss, every nerve burning, overwhelmed and euphoric. The golden light pulsed harder now. Each orgasm sent waves of it rippling through the air, painting the chamber in living fire. Their bodies were no longer separate - they moved as one, lovers merged by rhythm and breath, hands reaching, mouths tasting, hips grinding.

Zoey sank down next, her body hot and eager, her nails digging into his chest as she rocked against him. Stella moved behind her, kissing her spine, whispering things that made Zoey moan harder, ride faster, come louder. Jude’s hands cupped her ass, guiding her, loving her with every thrust, until she trembled and cried out, collapsing forward, her face buried in Lucy’s lap.

They didn’t stop.

They couldn’t.

The platform shifted beneath them, adapting to every position, every need. Bodies rolled and twisted, tangled in new patterns. Emma slid down onto Jude next, her thighs trembling as she took him deep, her head thrown back as Susan kissed her breasts, her hips moving in time with the pounding of the island’s pulse. Jude’s hands roamed her body, worshipping her, lost in the way she clenched around him, her cries sharp and raw.

He came with her, his body jerking, golden light erupting from his chest. But even that didn’t stop them.

It wasn’t about single peaks anymore.

It was about surrender.

Lucy mounted him as he softened, grinding slowly, taking every inch of him with reverence. He grew hard again inside her as she leaned down and kissed him, her moans muffled against his lips, her hips rolling in slow waves that built to something deep and endless. When she came, her whole body shook. When he followed, she bit his lip and didn’t let go.

Around them, the others cried out, one after another, pleasure building like a rising tide, cresting over and over. The golden markings on their skin brightened with each release, until they were glowing like suns. The chamber pulsed with them, sang with them, became part of them.

Time lost meaning.

There was only rhythm.

Only sensation.

Only love, in its rawest, most sacred form.

And when at last they collapsed into a tangled heap of slick, glowing bodies, the chamber stilled. The platform lowered gently, laying them among moss that bloomed with new flowers the color of dawn.

Jude turned his head, eyes half-closed, his body spent and trembling, his soul wide open.

Rose brushed his cheek, breathless. "That was not a ritual."

"No," Lucy whispered, her head on his chest. "That was a rebirth."

They lay there in silence, the forest breathing around them, the island humming in approval. The golden light faded slowly, their markings dimming to faint glows, like embers waiting to flare again.

Sophie stirred first, rising on shaky legs. "Look."

They all turned around.

On the far wall of the chamber, the patterns had changed.

No longer just vines and waves.

Now it was them.