Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1285

Chapter 1285: Chapter 1285

Jude gripped her hips and let go.

When he spilled inside her, the Source sang.

A low, haunting hum filled the air, vibrating through their bones. The trees responded - branches twisting, vines dropping lower, the roots glowing beneath their feet. The light inside the Source shifted - from gold to red to silver, then back to gold again.

And then it descended.

The glowing sphere floated slowly toward them until it hovered just above Jude’s chest. The mist wrapped around his body and those closest - Lucy, Emma, Rose, Stella - and drew them upward, off the moss, into the air.

He gasped as his body left the ground, suspended in warmth.

Inside the orb, he saw everything.

A vision.

The island - past, present, future - flashed through him.

Women dancing in fire.

Men kneeling in worship.

Roots winding through generations of skin and stone.

And then her face.

The goddess.

She wasn’t a woman.

She was all of them.

Rose’s eyes.

Lucy’s mouth.

Emma’s skin.

Sophie’s fire.

She smiled.

And then she entered him.

Not physically.

Spiritually.

He felt her inside his heart, his mind, his soul.

His back arched.

He came again - this time without touch.

Just energy.

Just surrender.

Lucy screamed with him, clutching his body.

Emma cried out.

Rose whispered his name again and again, a prayer of devotion.

The orb lifted, spinning, glowing brighter.

Then it vanished - up through the canopy of the trees, leaving behind only silence and breath.

They collapsed together in a heap of sweat and trembling limbs.

No one spoke for a long time.

Finally, Sophie rolled onto her back and stared at the glowing canopy. "What the hell just happened?"

Rose smiled, brushing hair from Jude’s damp forehead. "We gave her everything."

Lucy curled into Jude’s chest. "And she gave us everything in return."

Emma reached for his hand. "She’s not done with us."

"No," Stella agreed softly. "We’re hers now."

The forest shimmered above them.

And far off, somewhere deep beneath the roots -

the hum began again.

They lay tangled in the soft moss, the heat of their bodies slowly fading into the rich humidity of the sacred grove. The light from the Source had vanished, but its warmth lingered, curling around their skin like a memory that hadn’t yet ended. Jude lay in the center, Lucy curled against his left, Emma draped over his right, Rose pressed gently to his chest, and the others scattered in a circle around him like petals after a storm.

No one spoke. No one needed to.

They breathed together.

Hearts synchronized.

Bodies pulsing faintly with the same glow that had once radiated from the orb.

Jude could still feel the goddess in his blood. Not a presence, but a rhythm - something deeper, more intimate. It wasn’t just that she had entered him. She had threaded herself into him. Each breath he took echoed with her hum. Each heartbeat throbbed with her pulse.

Rose sat up first, her skin glistening, her eyes no longer gold but a deep amber, like fire seen through honey. She looked down at him with a tender smile, her fingers lightly brushing through the curls on his chest.

"She’s quiet now," she said softly.

Lucy stirred beside him, lifting herself on one elbow. "But not gone."

"No," Rose agreed. "She’s listening."

Zoey rolled onto her back, arms stretched above her head, her bare chest rising and falling with slow, satisfied breath. "I’ve never come that hard in my life. And I wasn’t even inside anyone."

Stella giggled, pressed against Grace’s side. "I think I passed out during it. I saw stars. Actual stars."

"You weren’t the only one," Grace whispered, running her fingers through Stella’s hair.

Jude sat up slowly, his muscles sore but humming with residual power. "She... she didn’t just take something. She gave something back."

Sophie was crouched at the edge of the clearing, her back straight, her eyes dark. "Yeah. She gave us her hunger."

Everyone looked at her.

"She’s not done," Sophie said, voice low. "This was just the first step. She doesn’t want a priest. She wants a vessel. She wants to spread."

Rose didn’t deny it. "She wants to be us."

"Then what happens to us?" Sophie snapped. "When she’s done?"

Susan walked slowly across the moss, kneeling behind Jude and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "We are her. She’s not taking anything. She’s awakening something."

"She chose him," Layla murmured, her fingers trailing down Jude’s spine. "He’s the root."

"The root of what?" Sophie demanded.

"The new world," Rose whispered. "A place where love isn’t fractured. Where we don’t have to hide what we need. What we feel. What we crave."

Zoey smirked. "Sounds like a really fancy way of saying we’re gonna be fucking forever."

Rose tilted her head. "It’s not just sex. It’s creation. When we give in fully, when we join without shame or hesitation, she grows."

Emma brushed her fingers along Jude’s jaw. "And what happens when she grows too big for the island?"

No one answered.

Jude stood, slowly, stretching his limbs. The golden sap still clung faintly to his thighs, glowing softly where it had dried. The others rose with him, and together they stepped out of the sacred grove, walking through the tunnel without a word.

Outside, the forest had changed.

The leaves glistened with a strange iridescence, shifting hues like liquid gems. The trees had grown - taller, thicker, their roots coiled tighter around stones and soil. Flowers bloomed where there had been none before - petals the color of blood and fire, pulsing faintly in the shade.

The island had felt them.

And it had responded.

Back at the camp, the fire was already lit.

Sophie stood at the edge of it, arms crossed, staring into the flames. She hadn’t followed them into the Source. She hadn’t joined in the ritual. And Jude could feel her distance like a cold breeze.

She looked up as they arrived. "So. You’re back."

"We didn’t go anywhere," Lucy said gently.