Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1299

Chapter 1299: Chapter 1299

"You are the seed now. And they are the roots. What grows next... is yours to shape."

He turned to look at them - all twelve of them. Naked, glowing, tangled together in perfect chaos and perfect calm. His wives. His lovers. His goddesses. His everything.

"What if the others come next?" he asked, voice low.

Rose looked up, eyes gleaming. "The ones who didn’t change before?"

He nodded.

She stood and crossed to him, pressed her palm to his chest. "They already are. The moment they touched you again, they were part of it."

Zoey stepped up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing her breasts to his back. "We all felt it. When you came inside us. That wasn’t just sex."

"It was creation," Lucy whispered.

They moved as one, slowly rising and gathering around him again, bare skin brushing bare skin, lips grazing shoulders, fingers stroking thighs. But this time, there was no urgency. No aching, primal hunger.

This was something new.

They weren’t taking him now.

They were holding him.

Their hands moved over his body not to arouse but to remember. Every inch of him had been kissed, licked, claimed, worshipped - and now they honored it. His cock was still semi-hard, not from lust but from presence. From purpose.

Stella kissed the inside of his wrist.

Grace pressed her cheek to his stomach.

Emma curled against his legs, her breath warm against his hip.

Sophie knelt and laid her forehead over his heart.

Lucy kissed his lips - slow and deep, her breath mingling with his in a rhythm older than words.

Scarlet whispered, "You’re ours."

Layla whispered back, "And we are yours."

He held them close.

One by one.

Their hands tangled together.

And as the light of morning slipped across the temple floor, touching the basin’s edge, a new sound began to echo from deep within the earth.

A heartbeat.

Not his.

Not the island’s.

Hers.

The goddess they had made.

Not in womb. Not in blood.

But in pleasure.

In surrender.

In love so full it overflowed into the world around them.

The vines above them bloomed in soft spirals of color never seen before - blush pinks and glowing golds, petals shaped like lips, like clits, like the curves of breasts and the rise of hips. Flowers of flesh and spirit, open and glistening with dew that smelled like desire.

The jungle beyond the temple rippled with life.

The island was changing again.

But now, it was theirs to guide.

They had created something powerful.

And she would guide them deeper still.

They descended the temple steps in silence, their bare feet pressing into warm moss and wet stone, each of them still glowing faintly, the goddess’s pulse alive beneath their skin. Jude walked first, surrounded by them, not as a leader nor follower but as something new - a vessel, yes, but now also a partner to the divine they had birthed. The air around them was thick with scent: earth, sweat, sex, and flowers that hadn’t existed yesterday. Flowers born from climax. From unity.

The jungle was no longer the same.

Leaves turned as they passed, vines stirred without wind, and blossoms bloomed where footsteps fell. The island was blooming in their wake.

Zoey’s voice came soft behind him. "Do you feel it, Jude?"

He glanced back at her. Her eyes weren’t just green anymore - they shimmered with golden specks, like a reflection of the goddess within.

"I feel... everything," he answered.

Sophie brushed her fingers along his shoulder as she passed him, stepping to the front of the group. "The path is opening."

And it was.

The trees ahead, dense and knotted for weeks, now bent aside like servants welcoming royalty. A trail of glistening petals paved a new way, leading them somewhere none had walked before. There was no fear in any of them now, only heat. Anticipation. A pull so deep it felt written into their bones.

The air grew warmer as they walked.

Then hotter.

And when they emerged from the shifting greenery, they found it - the second temple.

It rose from a pool of glowing water, its stone darker than the first, black and veined with gold. The air shimmered around it with heat and magic. It wasn’t crumbling like the altar they had discovered before - it was whole, waiting.

"Is this where she lives now?" Natalie asked.

"No," Rose said. "This is where she waits. Where she deepens."

Lucy stepped into the shallow water first, moaning softly as the warmth kissed her thighs. "It’s... wet," she whispered. "So wet."

Emma giggled, the sound sinful. "You say that like it’s a surprise."

Lucy looked back, her lips parted, cheeks flushed. "It’s not water."

Jude stepped in after her. She was right. The liquid shimmered like melted moonlight, thicker than water, slicker. It clung to their skin and hummed through their bodies, sending pulses straight to their cores. They gasped together as it touched their thighs, their bellies, their sexes - stroking without hands, tasting without tongues.

Scarlet moaned and gripped Sophie’s wrist. "It’s her... touching us."

They crossed together.

Inside, the temple pulsed with warmth, filled with low hums like a deep throat in song. The air was thick with scent - wet cunt, spent seed, hot skin and divine heat. The floor was cushioned with moss that invited them to fall, to spread, to worship.

The room welcomed them with a single raised platform, and in its center, a black stone altar covered in swirling gold etchings that pulsed like veins.

Jude approached it slowly.

It wasn’t just a place of worship.

It was a bed.

Zoey climbed onto it first, her body gleaming, her thighs already slick with more than divine liquid. She lay on her back and spread her legs, shameless and wet. "She wants us to feed her again."

Grace climbed over her, lowering her head between Zoey’s thighs, tongue parting slick folds as Zoey arched with a cry. "We feed her with each other," Grace murmured.