Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women

Chapter 1477: Chapter 1477

Lips met lips. Tongues tasted skin slick with salt and fire. Every touch, every sound, was echoed by the living chamber. Lucy lay beneath Jude, her eyes wide, her mouth open in a perfect gasp as his fingers slid inside her.

Emma grinded against his thigh while Zoey pulled Sophie into her arms and kissed her until they both cried out. The air was thick with sex and soul, with magic and flesh.

The being that had risen from the throne watched with delight, shifting her shape, touching each of them in turn with hands that burned like pleasure and breath that tasted like wild honey.

Natalie arched, her back bowing as Stella’s lips moved between her thighs. Grace wept as Rose cradled her from behind, whispering truths into her ear between soft nips at her neck. No one was left untouched. No one was left alone.

And Jude - he was at the center.

He kissed Emma, then Sophie, then Lucy again. He moved through them like a priest in a sacred rite, offering himself without reservation. His skin carried their scent, his mouth their cries, his body their rhythm. He was lost in them, and they in him.

The being pressed her glowing palm to his spine and whispered into him, into the very blood in his veins:

”Now you’re ready.”

Jude’s vision flooded white.

And then - he saw.

Not with his eyes, but through the roots, the sky, the heartbeat of the island. He saw the future, the past, the countless moments where they had touched this power and forgotten it. The island was not a place. It was a promise. A reunion. A return.

And they were its keepers.

Its song.

When he returned to his body, the others had gathered around him, all glowing faintly now, their eyes bright with something more than ecstasy. Enlightenment.

Rose kissed him last, deeply, then rested her forehead to his. ”We belong to it now.”

”No,” Jude whispered. ”It belongs to us too.”

And the island hummed its approval.

Sophie was the first to move, her body still bare, slick with the remnants of the sacred sweat they had all shared. She crawled toward Jude, her hips swaying like waves against the tide, and her eyes locked on his - half-lidded, dark with desire but glowing with something purer. Power. Devotion. Belonging.

She slid onto his lap, straddling him with slow reverence, and cupped his face in both hands. Around them, the others circled like planets in orbit, their fingers trailing against each other’s skin, their lips brushing, teasing, tasting.

”You said it belongs to us,” Sophie whispered, her lips inches from his. ”Then show me how.”

Jude kissed her - hungry, deep, aching. His hands slipped down her back to her hips, gripping the curve of her as she rocked against him, the friction already setting fire to both their nerves. She moaned into his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders as his length pressed against her, hard and hot and needing. But she didn’t take him yet. She teased. Tortured. Rubbed slowly against him, letting her wet heat spread across his skin until he groaned.

Around them, the others moved closer. Lucy was the first to press against Jude’s side, her breasts flush to his arm, her mouth tracing kisses down his neck as her fingers slipped between Sophie’s legs from behind. Sophie gasped and jerked, her body trembling as Lucy worked her gently, rhythmically, while Jude kissed and held her steady.

Zoey joined next, kneeling behind Jude, her hands sliding up his chest, over his abs, her voice a low whisper in his ear. ”You’re becoming something else, love. I can feel it in your skin.”

Sophie leaned back slightly, letting Jude take her breasts into his mouth, sucking and licking, flicking his tongue over her hardened nipples until she whimpered. Lucy’s fingers moved faster now, and Sophie’s thighs began to quake.

Then Jude guided himself into her.

Sophie cried out - sharp, raw, beautiful - as she sank down on him, inch by slow inch, her body stretching to take all of him. Around them, moans answered. Natalie fell into Grace’s arms, kissing her hard, fingers sliding between thighs already soaked. Rose and Stella lay side by side, fingers interlocked as they kissed slowly, deeply, watching Jude move inside Sophie with hypnotic awe.

He thrust upward, strong and slow, and Sophie rode him in perfect rhythm. Her head fell back, her breasts bouncing with each motion, her voice rising with every stroke. Jude gripped her hips, driving deeper, groaning as her slick walls squeezed him tighter with every grind. Lucy still played from behind, her fingers curling against the soft spot that made Sophie scream.

Sophie’s orgasm hit hard - her body clenching, shuddering, writhing on top of him. She collapsed forward, panting against his neck, and he held her there, still pulsing inside her.

But he wasn’t done.

Emma approached next, her long legs swinging over his thighs as she knelt behind Sophie. She kissed Sophie first - soft and lingering - and then kissed Jude, tasting her on his tongue.

”I want to feel it,” she said.

He slid out of Sophie gently and guided Emma onto him. Her gasp was breathy, sensual, her eyes fluttering shut as he filled her, her tight heat welcoming him like they’d never been apart. She began to move slowly, circling her hips in deep, rolling waves, her hands gripping his chest for balance.

Stella knelt behind Emma, kissing along her spine, whispering encouragements that made Emma’s body tense and quiver. ”Yes, like that. Take him. Make him feel what we feel.”

Jude thrust up into her, harder now, more insistent. Emma’s cries echoed off the glowing walls, her nails raking down his chest. When her climax came, she bit her lip, her body convulsing, and he held her as she trembled in his arms.

Then Natalie took her place, already wet and ready, guiding him back inside with practiced ease. She leaned forward and kissed him as she rode, one hand in his hair, the other between her own legs, flicking and rubbing as his thick shaft pounded into her.