Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1731

Chapter 1731: Chapter 1731

The stars shimmered with impossible clarity above them, each one pulsing in slow rhythm like they too were part of the breath, part of the great cycle the island had drawn them into. Jude stood barefoot among the sleeping bodies of his lovers, the pulse of the tree beneath his feet still echoing in his spine, in his bones, in the deepest part of his being. The light hadn’t left him - it had simply woven itself into him, a quiet golden thread in every heartbeat. He looked down at Lucy first, her cheek resting against the moss-covered root, her bare back dusted in stardust, rising and falling with the gentlest breath. She was still glowing faintly. All of them were. They had become more than women now. More than companions. More than lovers. They were each pieces of a living constellation, linked to him and to one another by something older than memory.

A rustle stirred in the foliage beyond the canopy, but there was no threat in the sound. The island no longer hid. It welcomed. A gentle breeze swept through the clearing, and as it touched his skin, he felt the distant beat of the ocean again, the pull of tide and moonlight. Jude walked, slowly and reverently, down the spiral of roots, letting his hand brush across the resting shoulders, hips, and thighs of his wives as he passed. Zoey stirred first. Her eyes opened slowly, unfocused at first, then sharpening with recognition as she reached for him.

"You’re leaving?" she whispered.

"Just walking," he said gently. "I need to feel the air again."

She sat up, her skin gleaming. "Not without me." She rose effortlessly, stepping over Natalie’s outstretched leg, and took his hand.

Moments later, Emma joined them without a word, her hair wild, her lips still swollen from kisses long passed. Then Grace and Stella, moving together like dancers, brushing against each other with unconscious affection. Soon all of them were standing, bare under the stars, their bodies moving in quiet harmony. They said nothing as they walked. They didn’t need to.

The path that opened before them was different now - not a trail, but a river of light winding between trunks and vines, leading toward the cliffs. The ocean was louder here, more insistent, crashing with a rhythm that matched their own. As they crested the slope, the moon came into view - massive, golden, suspended low over the horizon as though waiting for them. Below the cliff, the ocean foamed and sparkled, waves illuminated with threads of bioluminescent light.

"Here," Rose said, stepping out in front. "This is where it began."

"This is where you fell," Jude said quietly.

Rose turned to him with a soft smile. "And where I rose."

They stood at the edge, wind tangling their hair, brushing against their skin like a ghost. Then, without hesitation, she turned to him and stepped into his arms. The kiss was slow, sensual, deep with memory. And then Lucy stepped forward, pressing against his back, her arms encircling him, her lips at his shoulder.

One by one they joined - Zoey, Grace, Stella, Natalie, Susan, Emma, Sophie, Scarlet. Twelve goddesses. Twelve souls. Twelve bodies.

And Jude, the root.

He turned in the circle, facing each woman in turn. His hands moved with gentle certainty - brushing along ribs, cupping faces, trailing down spines. Their breath caught at his touch. Their bodies responded, lit from within.

Without speaking, Lucy sank to her knees, her fingers unwrapping his last lingering tension. She kissed the tip of him, slow and reverent, before taking him into her mouth, her moan echoing into the wind.

Rose knelt behind her, kissing her neck, guiding her rhythm.

Emma kissed his chest.

Zoey gripped his hips.

Stella and Grace lowered themselves beside him, lips pressing along his thighs, his stomach, his hands.

It became a slow, sacred dance - touches that awakened, kisses that pleaded and promised. The women moved around him like a current, shifting from worship to command, from offering to demand. He gave himself to each of them, fingers gliding through soaked heat, mouths claiming him, bodies opening for him.

When he took Zoey, it was wild - her legs locked around his waist, her breath loud and fast, her nails raking across his back as she cried out his name. He felt himself unravel in her, only to be pulled next into Sophie, whose eyes gleamed dark with lust, her body sleek and needy.

He made love to Grace like prayer, to Lucy like memory, to Emma like fire. Each one took him to a new edge, pulled him into a different piece of the whole. And still the stars burned above them, and the ocean called below.

By the time his body trembled inside Stella, he was more light than flesh.

And when Natalie took him in, guiding him into her with slow, luxurious heat, the moon itself seemed to dip closer, a glowing witness to their release.

Together, tangled in sweat and moans and golden breath, they climaxed again and again. No time. No end.

Only pulse.

Only breath.

Only love.

When they collapsed at last, their bodies forming a radiant, glowing constellation across the mossy cliffside, the moonlight stretched toward them, wrapping them in warmth. Jude lay in the center again, twelve naked, luminous bodies curled around him, their limbs knotted with his, their mouths tasting his skin and each other’s with sleepy affection.

And from deep within the earth, the tree sang.

Its roots reached for them now, not as strangers but as one of their own.

Jude’s eyes drifted closed, his hand resting over Lucy’s heart, feeling it beat against his palm.

And in his final thought before sleep, he heard the voice of the island again.

"You are complete. But never finished."

The wind sighed.

The stars danced.

And the island dreamed with them.

A soft rain began to fall - not cold, not heavy, but warm, like the island’s fingers stroking across their skin.