Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1732

A soft rain began to fall - not cold, not heavy, but warm, like the island's fingers stroking across their skin. Droplets shimmered gold as they touched the bodies laid across the mossy cliff. Jude stirred first, his eyes blinking open beneath the streaks of pale dawn light filtering through clouds laced in rose. Lucy was still wrapped around him, her cheek against his chest, her breath even, peaceful. Zoey had curled into his side during the night, one leg tossed across his hips, her lips parted in the faintest smile. The others were tangled close, limbs over limbs, golden dew catching at their lashes, between their thighs, across their ribs and shoulders like the remnants of a divine blessing.

Jude lifted his head, careful not to disturb them, and gazed at the horizon. The sea was still dancing, a rhythmic, pulsing tide that beat in time with the breath of the island. But there was something new now - a distant shimmer rising from the water, like light refracted through a veil. He blinked, narrowing his eyes. The shimmer pulsed. Then again. And again. Almost like a beacon.

Emma stirred beside him, pushing her hair from her face. "You see it too," she murmured.

He nodded. "It's calling us."

She reached for his hand. "The island's not done."

He kissed her knuckles. "I don't think it ever will be."

Rose sat up with the languid grace of someone entirely at home in her skin. Her body gleamed wet with rain and glow, her breasts firm and soft at once as she turned to face the sea. "The island grows through us," she said. "It doesn't just want us to stay. It wants us to become."

Sophie rolled onto her side, her fingers trailing lazily along Jude's thigh. "What more can we become?"

Natalie smiled, resting her chin on her folded arms. "That's the question, isn't it?"

They rose slowly, stretching like cats, rain licking their bare skin. There was no modesty, no shame. Not anymore. Not between them. They moved as one, gathering beneath a wide, flowering tree whose blossoms opened at their approach, providing shelter from the misting sky. The petals were soft and glowing, warm to the touch, curling around their bodies when they leaned against the trunk or settled in each other's laps.

Stella picked a fruit from one of the low branches, split it open with a soft tear. Its inside was golden and glistening, almost liquid. She held it to Jude's lips first. He tasted it. Sweet. Thick. Electric. The juice rolled down his chin, and Lucy was there to lick it, slowly, with a moan.

"I want to feed all of you," Stella whispered, her voice husky and reverent. "With this. With us."

Susan cradled a second fruit and pressed it to Grace's mouth, brushing her lips with her thumb. "Open," she murmured.

Grace obeyed, tongue flicking out to taste the dripping nectar. The sound she made was raw.

Then the feeding began.

Jude sat at the center again, surrounded, adored, kissed and caressed. Natalie knelt between his legs, tracing the slick path of juice from his chest down his stomach to where he was already rising. She cupped him with one hand, slow strokes that made his breath hitch. "You're always so ready for us," she whispered, nuzzling his thigh.

"Because I was made for you," he answered, his voice low.

Zoey fed Lucy a bite of the fruit, and their lips met in the soft mess of it, moaning into each other. The others moved like worshippers, like dancers, slipping between each other's bodies, kissing, licking, stroking. Jude touched each of them in turn - cupping Emma's breast, running his fingers down Scarlet's spine, sliding his hand between Susan's thighs until she gasped against his mouth.

Sophie climbed into his lap, her slick center grinding down against him with aching pressure. "Let me take you," she begged, her breath trembling. "Let me ride you like I was meant to."

He held her hips and eased her down. The moment he filled her, she cried out, forehead to forehead, eyes locked.

The others pressed close, kissing them both, touching, moaning. Sophie moved with slow rhythm, her hands in his hair, his mouth on her neck, their bodies perfectly synced. She clenched around him, over and over, each wave pulling him deeper, until her scream was swallowed in Lucy's kiss and Jude spilled inside her, groaning with the force of it.

She collapsed against his chest, and Zoey took her place, her lips already wet, already open. Jude met her with thrusts that made her gasp into his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders, her thighs trembling as he brought her over the edge again and again.

Then Grace. Then Stella. Then Natalie, who wouldn't let him pull out, who kept him buried deep while she kissed every inch of his chest and rode slow and tight until she melted in his arms.

The day passed in heat and honey.

And when they lay together again, tangled in soft exhaustion beneath the flowering tree, Jude looked at the sky and saw the shimmer again.

Closer.

Rose stroked his hair. "It's almost here."

"What is?"

"Whatever's next."

He rolled to face her. "And what if we're not ready?"

Her smile was slow, wicked. "Then we meet it together."

The shimmer in the sky twisted, pulsed, and began to descend like a thread of light unraveling from heaven.

And the island pulsed beneath them, alive, waiting.

The light touched the edge of the horizon, a slender strand of gold that coiled downward like a slow-falling ribbon, delicate and deliberate. Jude sat up first, the weight of anticipation threading through his chest. The others followed, stirred not by fear but by instinct. The glow bathed their skin in a warm hue that felt sacred, like a blessing and a challenge all at once. Every breath they took was deeper now, every heartbeat echoing louder against the quiet hush of the island.