Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women

Chapter 1760: Chapter 1760

He pulled her close.

And she mounted him, taking his still-hard length with a gasp and a moan that echoed through the canopy.

Her pace was different than Lucy’s Fierce, hungry, deep. She rode him with power, with need, with a demand that made the throne shudder beneath them.

He gripped her hips, fingers digging into her skin, meeting each thrust with a force that sent her over quickly, her cry sharp and raw, her orgasm blooming like lightning through the golden storm.

As she collapsed into his arms, Grace and Stella approached next.

Then Sophie.

Then Emma.

One after another, they came to him.

Offered themselves.

Loved him.

And he loved them in returnfully, completely, without hesitation or restraint.

Hours passed.

Or maybe minutes.

Time didn’t matter here.

Only sensation.

Only truth.

When the rain slowed, and the golden mist began to thin, they lay together in a tangle of bodies and limbs and sighs, the throne holding them all, vines curling protectively around their ankles and waists, the platform lit with the soft glow of afterlove.

Jude kissed the crown of Lucy’s head, then Rose’s cheek, then Zoey’s mouth as she smiled against him.

"We’ve crossed another threshold," he murmured.

Sophie stirred, her voice low. "But toward what?" noveldrama

A low hum answered her.

Not from the trees.

Not from the sky.

But from beneath.

The platform began to riseslowly, smoothly, lifted by unseen roots winding beneath it. The trees bowed away, the mist cleared, and above them now, the sky opened wider than before, revealing a second island.

Floating.

Suspended in the air above the jungle canopy, shrouded in silver cloud and glowing light.

Emma gasped. "There’s more."

Susan clutched Jude’s arm. "We were never meant to stay still."

The vines tightened, not to bindbut to shield, to protect, to carry.

The platform kept rising.

And the stars began to sing.

The sound was unlike anything Jude had ever heardmelodic yet alien, harmonic and raw, as though the stars themselves hummed in tune with their breath, with their blood. The platform rose higher, slow and steady, carried by roots that spiraled like a living elevator into the sky. Around them, the jungle canopy disappeared beneath a blanket of luminous fog, and above, the second island began to reveal itselfno longer a distant shape shrouded in cloud, but a glowing landmass suspended by nothing, held aloft by some unknown force, vibrant and waiting.

The women gathered around him, awe softening their expressions. Grace held Stella’s hand. Natalie leaned into Emma, their cheeks pressed together. Lucy’s arm wrapped around Jude’s waist, her bare skin glowing faintly, her body pressed protectively to his side. Rose stood just ahead, golden hair fanned by the warm wind rising from below, her eyes locked on the floating paradise above them.

The platform halted at the edge of a suspended cliff, a perfect landing formed of marble-like stone laced with gold veins that pulsed in rhythm with the heartbeat still resonating in Jude’s chest. As the roots lowered them onto solid ground, the throne uncurled, releasing them with a final warm shiver.

They stepped forward together, feet touching the surface of a new realm.

The sky here shimmered with color that couldn’t be namedopalescent, shifting from violet to emerald to soft crimson and back again. The air was thicker, rich with scentflowers, honey, salt, skin. Everywhere they looked, the island glowed with a deep, internal light. Trees here grew taller and wider than any below, their trunks braided like dancers, their leaves crystalline and singing in soft, whispering harmony. The grass underfoot was warm, velvet-like. Pools of glistening nectar shimmered between arching roots, and in the distance, a structurehalf temple, half cavepulsed with life.

"It’s beautiful," Sophie whispered.

"It’s more than that," Lucy said. "It’s sacred."

"It’s ours," Rose said simply.

Jude took a step forward. The ground pulsed beneath his feet in response.

"The island brought us here," Zoey said, her voice husky with wonder. "It lifted us up."

"Why?" Susan asked, frowning slightly. "What does it want us to do?"

"To live," Emma answered, stepping forward beside Jude. "To fill this place. To bless it with breath. With love."

Natalie brushed a finger over a glowing leaf, watching it curl and hum. "It’s... hungry."

They walked together toward the temple-like structure, the jungle around them parting without resistance. No creatures stirred. No sounds but the hum of leaves and the song of distant wind. The moment they crossed the threshold of the archway, the air changed againcooler, headier, drenched in scent.

Inside, the space opened like a wombcircular and vast, the walls ribbed with roots and crystal veins, glowing like starlight trapped in amber. In the center stood a basin, wide as a pool, filled with liquid gold.

"This is another kind of ritual," Rose said quietly. "But not like the heartstone. This is about connection. Deep, physical connection."

Jude felt it before he understood ita warmth building in his core, a heat that moved through his limbs, igniting every nerve. The air in the chamber was thick with pheromone, with suggestion. His pulse quickened. Around him, the women stirred, their bodies already responding. Breath deepened. Eyes darkened.

Stella stepped to the edge of the basin, her fingers brushing the surface. She gasped. "It’s... liquid want."

Natalie dipped her hand too, drawing it to her lips and tasting it. Her eyes widened. "It tastes like... him."

Jude moved toward the center without thought. It felt inevitable. The golden pool called to him, not just as a man, but as something morethe one who carried the island’s rhythm now, the one who had passed through love, through pain, through surrender and unity. He stepped into the liquid.

It clung to him like desirethick and silky, crawling over his skin, sinking into him. His breath caught as heat bloomed low in his spine, spreading upward, downward, everywhere. He groaned, falling to his knees as the pool shimmered around him.

The women joined him one by one.