Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1721

Chapter 1721: Chapter 1721

A low hum started, deep and steady, not from the island - but from them.

Their bodies responded. Heat spread again, not in frenzy this time but in ritual. Grace stepped behind Jude, brushing her lips to his shoulder. Scarlet pressed her body to his side. Lucy moved to straddle his lap, eyes glowing.

They weren’t compelled.

They were called.

Together, they moved again - not out of hunger, but celebration. Skin on skin. Breath on breath. The rhythm was slower this time, sacred. Jude worshipped each of them with his mouth, his hands, his body, and was worshipped in return. Moans and sighs wove through the trees like song.

Each woman took him.

One after another.

Some kissed while others rode.

Some wept.

Some laughed.

They reached for one another as much as they reached for him.

And when the last cry faded into dusk and they lay tangled and warm on the moss, the earth beneath them pulsed once more.

The seed had taken.

A new tree would rise.

Born not just from lust or love, but from choice. From surrender. From unity.

Rose rolled to Jude’s side and whispered, "Now we begin."

Lucy stirred first, her head resting against Jude’s chest, golden strands tangled across her face like sunlight caught in silk. She kissed the space between his ribs, a soft, lingering touch, and whispered, "It’s still growing."

Jude blinked, feeling the hum beneath him. The soil was warmer now. Not hot - inviting. As if the very ground beneath their bodies was breathing with them. Around him, his wives began to wake. Grace stretched, slow and feline, her fingers brushing along Zoey’s bare thigh. Stella rolled over, still half-asleep, her back curving against Natalie’s side. Rose lay with her arms tucked beneath her head, watching the sapling that had begun to sprout where the seed had been buried.

It was no ordinary sprout.

It pulsed.

It shimmered.

A curl of light floated from its leaves, dancing upward like a whisper of incense. The roots hadn’t just dug into the ground - they’d reached them. Jude could feel it through his spine, down his limbs, threading into every touch he had shared with the women around him. It wasn’t feeding off them - it was feeding with them.

Sophie sat up, her expression thoughtful, her skin still glowing faintly. "That tree... it’s connected to us."

"It’s part of us," Rose said. "Born of us."

"And what will it become?" Emma asked softly, crawling closer to the sprout.

Jude looked around the clearing. The air was thick with new perfume - rich, heavy, sensual. Even the light filtering through the canopy had changed, warmer, deeper, like the sky was leaning closer to watch.

"We’ll have to raise it," Lucy said, crawling into his lap. "Just like anything we create together."

Jude pulled her close, his hands sliding over her back. "Then let it grow with us."

Susan giggled softly as she sprawled onto her back beside them, her fingers laced with Scarlet’s. "Are we parents now?"

"In a way," Layla murmured, brushing a finger along the edge of a leaf. "But this is no child. It’s something... wilder."

"Sacred," Grace added, eyes half-lidded.

The sapling twitched at that word. A shimmer ran along its stem.

Sophie stood slowly. "We need to protect this. All of us. Not because it’s fragile - but because it’s powerful."

Rose rose too, brushing moss from her thighs. "We don’t need walls. Or weapons. We protect it by staying unified."

Emma tilted her head. "By loving."

"By choosing," Natalie added, brushing against Jude as she passed. "Every day. Each other. This place."

They gathered again around the sapling. Twelve women and Jude, forming a ring not just of bodies but of breath, of thought, of purpose. The clearing held its breath with them. Even the insects had quieted.

Zoey stepped forward and lowered her lips to the tip of the sapling, kissing it gently. "A blessing," she said with a grin. "For luck."

Lucy smirked and kissed it next. "For lust."

Stella followed, her kiss softer, reverent. "For balance."

One by one, they kissed it, each whispering a word.

"For fire," said Scarlet.

"For calm," said Susan.

"For freedom," said Layla.

"For trust," said Grace.

"For strength," said Sophie.

"For depth," said Emma.

"For joy," said Natalie.

"For truth," said Rose.

Jude knelt and pressed his forehead to the earth at its base. "For us."

The sapling pulsed once, bright and bold.

And then bloomed.

Tiny golden flowers opened all along its tiny length, petals glowing like stars against midnight. The clearing exhaled in unison. Something invisible but tangible passed through them all - pleasure without touch, fullness without pressure, a sweetness in the soul.

Lucy let out a soft moan and leaned her weight into Jude’s shoulder. "That felt... divine."

"It was," Rose whispered, arms wrapping around Grace and Stella from behind. "It’s begun to reflect us."

"What happens when it finishes?" Sophie asked.

Jude stood, slowly. "Maybe it never finishes. Maybe it keeps growing, just like we do."

Zoey rolled her eyes playfully. "That’s a lot of pressure for a plant."

Scarlet chuckled. "It’s a lot of pressure for us."

But there was no tension. Only laughter. Only breath.

Still naked, still glowing, they moved about the clearing. Lucy and Susan fetched fruit from nearby trees that seemed suddenly heavy with harvest. Emma and Layla began weaving new wraps from vines and petals that curled obligingly toward their fingers. Grace washed her face in a stream that hadn’t existed before, and when she looked down, her reflection blinked back with golden eyes.

As the day passed, the sapling didn’t grow taller - but it deepened. Its glow sank into the earth, into the air, into them.

By nightfall, they lay curled together once more, Jude in the center. This time, not out of ritual - but rest. Peace. Wholeness.

Stella pressed a kiss to his jaw. "Do you think the island dreams of us now?"

"It’s not dreaming," Rose murmured. "It’s remembering."

"And we’re part of that memory," Lucy whispered.

Jude closed his eyes, arms wrapped around her, legs tangled with Sophie’s and Natalie’s. "Then let’s give it something worth remembering."

And above them, the first stars bloomed in the sky - twelve points of golden fire. Then a thirteenth. Steady. Glowing.

And the island pulsed once more.