Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1326

Chapter 1326: Chapter 1326

Zoey laid her head on Natalie’s chest, murmuring her name like a prayer.

Jude held Lucy close, his cock softening inside her, both of them trembling from too much sensation.

Then Rose spoke.

Soft.

Calm.

Final.

"It’s done."

Jude looked around at them. His wives. His soulmates. They weren’t just women anymore. They weren’t just his.

They were part of something larger.

So was he.

And the island was awake.

The silence that followed was not empty - it was sacred. Thick with power, dense with everything they had poured into the island, into each other. Jude held Lucy against him, her body soft and warm, still joined with his. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her forehead resting on his shoulder as the glowing petals swirled gently across the pool like living constellations.

Around them, no one spoke.

They didn’t need to.

The island was speaking now.

Not with words, but through sensation. Through the still air, through the deep vibration running through their bones. The water had cooled slightly, but it wasn’t rejection - it was acceptance. The second tree had bloomed. They had been received. Something vast had taken their offering and whispered its approval into every muscle, every wet curl of pleasure still echoing between their thighs.

Rose stepped slowly from the pool, her body gleaming with gold and water, her long hair hanging in dripping strands. She moved with purpose now - no longer just a guide, no longer just a lover or a leader.

She was a priestess.

No - more.

She was part of the island.

Jude followed her with his eyes, unable to move, still buried in Lucy, still surrounded by the heat of all their bodies, even as the water grew cooler and clearer. Rose walked to the base of the second tree and placed her hand against the bark.

The tree pulsed.

A deep, soundless tremor moved through the clearing, through the trees beyond, into the soil, and far, far below.

"It’s opened something," Sophie whispered, clinging to Emma now, both of them kneeling in the shallows. "I felt it. A gate. A door. A... chamber."

Grace nodded slowly. "Like a mouth beneath us. Smiling."

Stella reached into the water and lifted one of the golden petals. It dissolved in her palm, disappearing into her skin like it had always belonged there. She shivered. "We’re part of it now."

Rose turned to face them. Her expression was unreadable - not joy, not sorrow. Something deeper. Something ancient.

"We’ve prepared the path," she said softly. "But the journey isn’t over."

Jude slowly pulled Lucy from his lap, cradling her as they separated. She winced at the sensitivity, at the heat that still lingered between her legs, but didn’t look away from him. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, full of tenderness. She leaned up and kissed him, slow and sweet and aching.

Then she whispered, "There’s more, isn’t there?"

He nodded.

"There always was."

As they left the pool - slowly, carefully, dripping with water and still glowing in places where the petals had touched them - the island shifted again. The moss thickened. The vines overhead bloomed with new flowers - purple this time, with blue streaks - and their scent was dizzying. The air grew warmer as they dressed, but only loosely. Most of them wore barely anything at all - wraps of palm, loose feathers, soft woven cords around their waists and hips. Nothing tight. Nothing to hide.

Emma bent to kiss the edge of the pool, her mouth brushing the surface, whispering something no one quite heard. The water shimmered once, then stilled.

The trail beyond the second tree didn’t exist before.

Now it did.

A winding tunnel through the roots, wrapped in soft vines and thick mist. It didn’t feel threatening. It felt like an invitation. And somewhere beyond, there was a glow - dimmer than the one behind them, but steady.

"Do we follow?" Natalie asked.

Jude looked at Rose.

"No," she said. "He does. Alone."

Lucy’s hand tightened around his. "Why?"

Rose approached him slowly, brushing wet hair from his forehead. "Because the island wants to speak to you. Only you."

"I don’t - "

"You don’t need to understand. You just need to listen."

He kissed Lucy once more. Then kissed Sophie. Then Grace. Each of them in turn. They let him go slowly, reluctantly, with hands trailing across his skin.

He stepped into the tunnel alone.

The roots parted around him. The air smelled like honey and salt. The path sloped downward, cool and moist, and the deeper he walked, the more he felt his heart thudding louder. Not fear - anticipation.

The walls glowed faintly.

He came to a chamber.

It was round, smooth, and empty except for a single stone pedestal in the center, and above it, suspended in midair, a seed.

Black. Glowing with tiny veins of gold. It pulsed in time with his heartbeat.

He stepped closer.

The hum began again, not from the chamber - but from inside him. From his chest. From his blood. The same rhythm, the same melody the island had sung through their bodies, through their orgasms, through every whispered moan.

It was in him now.

The seed trembled.

And then it sank - into his chest.

Jude cried out, stumbling backward, arms flailing - but no pain followed. Just warmth. Intense. Whole. His skin glowed. His heart raced. The heat spread down his spine, into his thighs, into his cock. Every nerve came alive.

He saw flashes -

- Rose falling into the pool.

- Layla’s first kiss.

- Lucy’s fingers wrapped around him.

- Sophie moaning his name in the dark.

- Twelve women, moaning, crying, singing.

- A future not yet written.

- The third tree.

He fell to his knees.

He wasn’t afraid.

He was the key.

When he returned to the surface, the women were waiting.

They didn’t speak.

They felt it.

Lucy stepped forward, her fingers brushing his chest.

She gasped.

"It’s inside you."

Jude reached for her, and when they touched again, their breath caught at the same time. The pulse passed between them like lightning. She whimpered softly, her thighs trembling.