Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1707 - 1706

Chapter 1707: Chapter 1706

The glow rose between them first. Not a command. Not a sign. Just a slow golden pulse that emerged from the moss beneath their feet and climbed their legs like warmth, licking their skin, heating them from the inside out. Jude kissed Lucy, soft and slow, while Sophie’s hand slid down his stomach, her palm flat, grounding him. Zoey pressed her body against his side, her lips at his neck, her breath warm and uneven. Around them, the others touched and teased, sighing softly, coaxing one another into the sweet spiral they now lived within.

Natalie straddled him next, taking him with a gasp that was half-laugh, half-sob, her hands on his chest, her hips rocking gently. He cupped her breasts, thumbs grazing her hardened nipples, and she moaned, tilting her head back, letting the stars see her. The others encircled them, whispering encouragement, kissing her skin, sliding fingers along her thighs, her spine, her mouth. Jude’s hands gripped her hips tighter, pulling her deeper, thrusting upward until they were both gasping in time. When she cried out, trembling, Jude let go too, coming with her, bodies slick and golden under the starlight.

Before he could even collapse, Zoey was there, lowering herself onto him with a grin, her hands pressed flat to his chest. "You’re stronger now," she whispered. "I like it." She moved fast, riding him with feral heat, her body slapping against his, breasts bouncing as she arched and growled through her pleasure. Stella and Grace each kissed her shoulders while she moved, while Jude met every thrust, until Zoey clenched and cried out, her orgasm ripping through her like a flame. She collapsed forward, kissing his mouth, tasting him, laughing breathlessly.

Sophie and Lucy helped her off, then pulled Jude to his knees. Sophie straddled his lap, slow and deliberate, her body hot silk as she slid down over him. Their foreheads touched, and for a moment neither of them moved. Their breathing synced. Their eyes held. Then Sophie whispered, "Let me fall with you," and started to move, her hips grinding in lazy, torturous circles that made his spine arch. Jude clutched her thighs as she rode him, her mouth devouring his, their bodies joined in silent worship. He couldn’t hold back - didn’t want to. He came hard inside her, Sophie following with a low cry, her nails raking his back.

By the time Rose climbed onto his lap, he was trembling - but not weak. The island pulsed through him now, its heat fueling every nerve. She didn’t ride him like the others. She moved like a dream - slow, sensual, her body tightening around him inch by inch. Her lips brushed his ear. "Don’t just give it to me," she murmured. "Let me take it." And she did. She controlled every thrust, every arch of her hips, until Jude couldn’t see straight, couldn’t think, could only feel the dizzying swirl of pleasure as she brought them both to a shattering climax.

Then came Susan, quiet and shy, but brave in the glow. She sank onto him with a whimper, her arms around his neck, trembling as she moved. He held her gently, guiding her rhythm, kissing her cheeks, her mouth, her tears when they came - not of pain, but of surrender. Her orgasm rippled through her like a shiver, and she held him tighter, whispering, "Thank you," over and over.

Emma pushed her down softly and replaced her, fierce and wordless, her nails digging into his chest as she rocked with focused hunger. There was no tenderness here, only need, only release. When she climaxed, it came with a silent scream, her eyes wide open and glowing gold. Jude felt himself empty again, but still the warmth didn’t fade. Still the island fed him.

Stella and Grace took him together next - bodies pressed close, kissing one another deeply as they lowered themselves onto him, thighs straddling his lap from either side. They moved in unison, their breasts brushing, their moans syncing. Jude’s hands gripped both their waists, thrusting up into them, one and then the other, until their cries built together in perfect crescendo. They came with him, wrapped around him, mouths open in ecstasy.

Scarlet crawled to him last, her eyes glowing, her body painted in dew and moonlight. She didn’t speak as she straddled him, only pressed her lips to his and began to move, slow and steady, watching his face like she was memorizing every flicker of pleasure. Jude’s hands tangled in her hair, his mouth devouring hers as they came together, bodies locked, pulsing in time with the earth.

When it was done, he collapsed onto the moss, breathless, covered in sweat and golden light. The women curled around him one by one, whispering, kissing, giggling softly.

Lucy lay at his side, her belly glowing faintly now. "You’re more than just our heart," she whispered. "You’re our root."

Jude’s chest rose and fell. "Then let me keep growing."

The golden sky above them pulsed gently, like a lullaby.

And deep beneath the moss, the island stirred again.

Not just watching.

Not just dreaming.

But beginning to remember.

The forest pulsed in quiet rhythm, the island alive beneath their bodies, its breath mingling with theirs in the golden afterglow. The air shimmered with heat and pollen, a heady blend of nature and intimacy that settled into every inch of Jude’s skin. He lay there among them, not just loved but worshiped, not just needed but essential - no longer a visitor or a question, but the answer they’d all grown into.

Lucy stirred first. Her hand slid along his ribs, fingertips featherlight. "There’s something beneath us," she murmured, her voice drowsy but curious. "Not just roots. It’s deeper."

Rose was already sitting up, her body draped in gold light like a goddess reborn. "I felt it too. While you were inside me," she said, her voice low and warm. "It hummed louder when we touched."

Jude pushed up onto his elbows, muscles trembling with satisfaction and something more primal. "Like the ground was singing?"