Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1340

Chapter 1340: Chapter 1340

Sophie rode him slowly, her body glowing, her moans soft but certain. Jude held her hips, kissed her breasts, tasted her neck. Every thrust felt like prayer. Every climax like release. When they came together, it wasn’t a scream but a song - the same rhythm the island hummed.

She collapsed against him, and they lay there, the ground beneath them pulsing gently.

"You’ll be next," she whispered.

"Me?"

Sophie smiled, pressing her hand to his chest. "The island doesn’t just want women, Jude. It wants you too."

His breath caught.

Because in that moment, beneath her hand, his heart didn’t beat once.

It beat twice.

Two rhythms.

Two songs.

Merging.

Jude didn’t speak. He couldn’t. Sophie’s hand remained over his chest, her eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight as if she could feel every echo of his dual heartbeat - his own, and something new. Her body was still nestled against his, warm and damp from their shared heat, but it was her presence that wrapped around him tighter than her thighs or her arms.

"It’s not dangerous," she said softly, her fingers drawing circles over his skin. "It’s not a sickness. It’s not a curse. It’s... resonance."

He turned his head slowly and looked into her eyes. "What’s happening to me?"

"You’re not just the center of us," she whispered. "You’re the seed. You always were."

Jude opened his mouth to ask more, but then he felt it. A ripple - inside. Not pain, not heat, not even arousal. It was a sensation like being noticed from within. As if the island wasn’t just around them anymore, but inside him, stretching roots through the veins of his soul.

He sat up, cradling Sophie carefully, his heart pounding in double beats, double time.

The forest had gone utterly quiet.

But the wind was no longer random. It was rhythmic, pulsing with his heartbeat. The trees shifted in time. The stars above blinked like notes in a melody. The moss beneath his legs softened, as if to cradle him.

Sophie sat with him, facing him now, her legs draped over his lap. "You need to go back to the altar."

"I thought I wasn’t ready."

"You weren’t," she said. "But now the island is calling you. You felt it."

Jude swallowed. "I thought I was supposed to guide you all. Protect you."

Sophie smiled, brushing his damp hair from his forehead. "You did. You do. But you’re not apart from us. You’re part of the chorus. And now your voice has to join the song."

Behind them, the others were waking.

Lucy stirred first, blinking at the moonlight on her bare shoulders. She looked at Jude, then at Sophie, and something shifted behind her eyes. Understanding.

She stood slowly and walked to them. "Is it time?"

Sophie nodded. "Yes."

Jude looked up at Lucy as she knelt beside him and took his hand. "Then we go with you," she said. "All of us."

By the time they reached the temple again, the night had deepened. The stars seemed lower, closer, like they were peering in. The basin still glowed faintly, but the altar had changed. Vines curled around its spire, now thick with glowing buds. Roots pulsed beneath the stone like veins beneath skin. The coral shimmered with shifting colors - gold, violet, crimson.

Jude stood before it, heart thudding wildly. Every step closer made the second beat louder.

"It wants you to surrender," Emma said softly from behind him.

Rose came beside her, her body robed in a single wrap of woven silkgrass, her skin aglow. "Not in fear. In trust."

Jude looked to them all - his twelve wives. Each glowing. Each strong. Each watching him not with concern, but with desire and devotion.

"I don’t know what happens when I do," he whispered.

"You become," Sophie said. "Just like we did."

He stepped into the basin.

The moment his foot touched the stone, it shivered. Warmth spread up through his legs, wrapping around his thighs, his hips, his chest. His cock stirred - not in lust, but in readiness. In offering.

Lucy stepped in after him, kneeling behind him and wrapping her arms around his chest.

Then Sophie joined, straddling his lap.

And they kissed him - Lucy on his shoulder, Sophie on his lips, both guiding him slowly down into the basin’s heart.

The island responded.

The glow surged.

The vines above opened in a rush of golden pollen, descending like a cloud of sunlit dust. It danced over Jude’s skin, glowing, absorbing, melting into him.

Sophie rose slightly, positioning herself above him. She slid down onto his length slowly, her moan reverent, her eyes locked to his.

Their bodies moved together, the others forming a circle around the basin. Each one reached out, their fingers touching him, stroking his arms, his chest, his thighs - never distracting, only deepening the connection.

The rhythm became more than sex.

It became music.

Jude thrust up into Sophie, his hands gripping her waist. She rode him with slow, rolling motion, her moans joining Lucy’s kisses and Zoey’s whispered praise. Stella leaned in and kissed his neck, her lips soft and damp. Emma stroked his hair. Rose pressed her forehead to his, her breath catching in rhythm.

And as he came, it was not an ending - but a beginning.

The glow erupted around them, brighter than before. Jude cried out, every nerve alive, burning with something he couldn’t contain. The others joined him, their voices rising like a choir. Sophie shuddered on top of him, climaxing with a sharp, beautiful sound that split the air.

The temple pulsed.

The altar cracked.

And from beneath, a second basin bloomed - this one smaller, carved with runes.

In its center, a child’s heartbeat.

Not a child.

A spark.

New. Untouched. Waiting.

The others leaned in, trembling, breathless.

Jude collapsed back against Lucy, Sophie still wrapped around him. Their bodies glowed faintly now - his brighter than all.

Sophie leaned down and whispered, "You’re part of the island now."

And he knew she was right.