Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women

Chapter 1765: Chapter 1764

The stars above shimmered like waves. The grass beneath their feet turned gold.

And then came the images - visions not unlike those from the pool, but this time shared. Their minds joined. Jude saw Tarek’s first union, the women who had come to him, the temple they had built from breath and flesh and promise. He saw their children - blossoms born not from wombs but from light. Ideas. Memories. Dream-souls. He saw their love. Their fall. Their surrender.

He saw what it could be again.

And when the vision ended, Jude was crying.

So were the others.

Even Rose.

Even Sophie.

Even Tarek.

They stood in silence until Lucy finally whispered, "Then let’s begin."

The new bonded came forward, each woman moving to one of Jude’s. They did not force. They did not seduce. They touched fingers. Exchanged breath. A kiss on the brow. A whisper in the ear.

Then, softly, the dome darkened.

And the joining began.

It wasn’t what Jude expected - not chaos, not rivalry, not confusion.

It was surrender.

Lucy and the golden-eyed woman kissed as if they had loved in dreams.

Emma lay with one of the others, their bodies twined in a mirror of what had just been.

Zoey moaned softly into another’s mouth, fingers tangled in thick curls, hips grinding slow against a leg.

Rose watched Jude closely as one of the bonded women slid behind him, her breath warm at his neck, her touch exploratory.

"Do you trust them?" she whispered.

"I do," he said, then turned to face the new woman fully.

She knelt and kissed him gently, then deeper, then lower.

And as the field bloomed in gold and starlight again, Jude understood.

This wasn’t the end.

It was only the next breath of the island’s eternal dream.

And together, they would keep dreaming.

Bodies glowed in the field as the breath of the island deepened, pulsing with new life under the canopy of silver stars. The dome overhead shimmered like glass filled with light, the edges melting into the sky until it was impossible to tell where heaven ended and the earth began. The union between Jude’s bonded and Tarek’s had begun not as a clash, but as an exquisite dance - a merging of currents that had always been flowing toward one another through time.

Jude felt her lips again - soft, curious, reverent - trailing kisses along his ribs, as though memorizing him through touch. The woman who had come to him from the other bonded didn’t speak; she simply breathed against him, her fingertips stroking along the ridges of his hips, her tongue finding the sensitive place just below his navel. Behind her, Rose knelt beside another woman, her hands entwined in midnight curls, their mouths meeting in a kiss so deep it pulled a low moan from both of them.

Lucy was on her back in the grass, one thigh lifted in offering, the golden-eyed woman hovering above her, kissing her slowly, like worship. Their fingers were interlaced. Lucy’s head rolled back, a smile of pure surrender curving her lips.

Sophie stood at the center, unmoving, her gaze fixed on the scene around her. She was naked, arms wrapped around herself, the glow still in her skin but dimmer. Jude reached for her even as the woman between his thighs slid her mouth over him, slow and deliberate.

"Sophie," he whispered, needing her.

She turned to him. There was a storm in her eyes, wild and unsure. "I don’t know if I can," she breathed. "This... it’s so much. It’s like I can’t feel where I end anymore."

He extended a hand toward her. "Then come here. We’ll find the edge together."

She moved, one step, then another, until she was in his arms, her body pressed against his side. He cradled her as the other woman continued, her mouth worshipful, her hands exploring him with knowledge that felt ancient. Sophie trembled in his arms, kissed his shoulder, then his neck. Her lips moved to his ear.

"Don’t let me fade," she whispered.

"Never," he promised.

The three of them sank into the moss together, limbs tangling. The new woman, the one whose name he still didn’t know, turned her attention to Sophie now, kissing her gently, soothing her with soft caresses. Sophie’s breathing changed - uncertain, then needy, then desperate. Jude held them both as the tide rose between their bodies.

All around, it was the same - Stella bent backward over a vine-wrapped pedestal, one of the new bonded between her legs, both of them glowing. Zoey knelt in the arms of two women, their mouths on her neck and breasts, her voice rising with abandon. Emma was flat on her stomach, being kissed along her spine, her eyes half-lidded, lips parted in pleasure.

And Tarek? He stood at the center of it all, surrounded by three of Jude’s bonded - Grace, Natalie, and Scarlet. His arms held them close as they worshipped him like priestesses, their movements reverent and slow. Natalie rose onto him with a sigh that sounded like song, her body swallowing his in perfect rhythm. noveldrama

Jude gasped as Sophie kissed his lips, hunger taking her. She straddled him, her thighs firm around his hips, her body slick and burning. The other woman behind her guided her movement, hands on her hips, whispering in her ear.

"Take him. Let yourself be taken."

Sophie moaned as she lowered onto him, her eyes locked on Jude’s. Her walls pulsed around him, hot and tight, and her breath hitched at the fullness. She held him there, unmoving, trembling.

Then, slowly, she began to ride him.

The rhythm came like a wave. Her hips moved with increasing urgency, and Jude rose to meet her, hands clutching her waist. The woman behind her pressed her breasts to Sophie’s back, kissing her spine, her shoulder, her neck. Sophie whimpered and moved faster, losing herself in the rising tide.

"I love you," she gasped.

Jude reached up and cradled her face. "Then come with me."