Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1301

Chapter 1301: Chapter 1301

Stella had climbed atop Rose, and they rocked together like mirrors, breasts brushing, lips tangled, the wet sounds of sex and gasps blending with the slow heartbeat that echoed through the black stone beneath them.

The goddess rose again - not apart from them, but within.

She lifted from their center like smoke, her form becoming clearer now - full hips, glowing breasts, no face but the essence of every face Jude had loved. Twelve women made her. Twelve wombs gave her birth. Twelve moans became her name.

She hovered above Jude now, and he reached again - not with his hand, but his soul.

"What do you want?" he asked without words.

Her answer filled his skin, his breath, his cock.

"To love more. To become more."

She pressed herself down over him - not into flesh, but into being.

And suddenly, they were all on him.

Every wife.

All twelve.

Not with bodies - but their spirits, their essence.

He felt them as one.

Every hand. Every tongue. Every tight heat. Every soft moan.

He couldn’t breathe.

He didn’t want to.

His cock surged again - an impossible rise, and yet it felt eternal. Every part of him was being stroked, sucked, filled. His heart thundered. His back arched. And the orgasm that tore through him this time made his vision white out entirely.

He spilled again - not just into Lucy.

Into all of them.

Into the temple.

Into the island.

The moss beneath him glowed. The roots twisted. The water outside the temple surged like a wave of cum cresting over a new moon. The entire jungle pulsed once, and then -

Stillness.

Silence.

Peace.

They lay tangled in each other, utterly spent.

Their bodies were soaked, their limbs trembling, but their faces... smiling.

Rose lay across his chest now, brushing hair back from his eyes. "We’re not just wives anymore," she whispered. "We’re her."

Sophie nodded against his thigh. "She’s alive in us now. In our blood."

Emma murmured, "We’re not twelve anymore."

Lucy kissed Jude’s lips and whispered, "We’re one."

And beneath them, deep in the roots of the temple, the island whispered its approval.

The temple floor was warm beneath them, still humming softly with the aftershocks of what they had become. Not just lovers now. Not just bonded. Something more. Something holy.

They didn’t speak for a while.

There was no need.

Their breath moved in rhythm, slow and deep, a shared lullaby in the quiet aftermath. Jude lay at the center, surrounded by them, his arms tangled with Rose and Lucy, Sophie curled under one shoulder, Grace and Natalie nestled close, Zoey’s fingers lazily tracing his thigh while Stella rested her head against his stomach.

The air smelled of sex and something sacred.

Slick thighs. Warm mouths. Honey-sweetened sweat and the dew of the island’s blooming.

Emma sat up first, her bare back bathed in golden light from the temple’s ceiling, which had somehow opened into a soft skylight. The vines had pulled apart, revealing blue sky laced with clouds that shimmered in impossible colors - lavender, rose gold, shades no human sky had ever known.

Her voice was soft. "Something’s changed again."

Jude looked up at her, still dazed. "The island?"

Emma turned toward him. "Us."

Layla stirred beside her, brushing the hair back from her damp brow. "I feel... full. Not heavy, not tired. Just... carrying something."

Scarlet ran her hand down her belly, eyes widening as her fingers trembled. "It’s not pregnancy," she whispered. "It’s something else. But it’s inside me."

"I feel it too," Grace said. "It’s like... she left a piece of herself in us."

Rose smiled. "She did."

Zoey sat up next, her fingers still wet between her thighs, the golden shimmer slowly fading into her skin. "She wasn’t just climax. She was creation."

"She used us to make herself real," Stella added. "But in return, she gave us part of what she is."

Lucy pressed her lips to Jude’s shoulder. "And now we’re more than wives. We’re keepers."

"Of what?" Jude asked, voice rough with awe and confusion.

Sophie kissed his cheek. "Of her. Of the thing we made. The power we released."

He sat up slowly, and the others moved with him, instinctively touching, holding, brushing fingers and cheeks and arms against one another. The light above them grew brighter, and from somewhere deep in the island’s body, a low hum began to pulse again. Not a warning. Not a lure.

A summon.

Natalie was already standing.

The golden shimmer trailed down her legs as she stepped into the now-still pool outside. "She’s calling us again."

"But we just gave her everything," Lucy whispered.

"No," Rose said, rising gracefully. "We gave her birth. Now she’s ready to grow."

Jude stood, his legs steady now. His skin tingled with the memory of their union, and beneath that, something new stirred. A knowing. A connection that hummed beneath his skin, not just with them, but with the island itself.

He stepped into the water beside Natalie, and together they looked toward the jungle - where the trees were parting again.

But this time, the path led down.

Sophie stepped to his side, hand in his. "It’s another place, isn’t it?"

Rose nodded. "The root. We gave her form. Now we anchor her."

Stella wrapped herself in a soft robe of vines the island offered her, and the others followed, wrapping their naked bodies in living cloth, feathers, and blooming petals that clung as if chosen just for them. Each woman became an avatar - not just of the goddess, but of the ritual itself.

Jude didn’t dress.

He didn’t need to.

His skin bore their marks now - bites and kisses and the divine shimmer of their joining. He was the ritual.

They descended into the earth.

The path twisted beneath the jungle floor, into a cavern carved by ancient hands or maybe formed by the goddess herself. The walls pulsed with gold light, veins of power running through stone and root. The air was warm, wet, and thick with the scent of blooming things and the faint metallic taste of sex.