Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1342

Chapter 1342: Chapter 1342

He lay in the center of the temple floor, surrounded by the warm weight of twelve bodies - twelve women who had long since ceased being merely his wives. They were stars in orbit around him, and their gravity. Each breath they took seemed to sync with his, a collective exhale, like the entire island exhaled through them.

The spark in the second basin beat steadily behind his eyes now, even as he stared up at the glowing canopy above. He didn’t need sleep. Not anymore. Not fully. But dreams... dreams came for him anyway.

They poured into him like warm rain.

He saw a valley of silver sand, surrounded by obsidian cliffs. At its center stood a vast structure, open to the sky, with twelve stone thrones placed in a circle around a raised pool glowing with liquid gold. The thrones were carved with familiar symbols: feathers, rivers, serpents, suns. Each one belonged to one of them. At the center of the pool was a flower - white and trembling, larger than any bloom he had ever seen. Its petals opened slowly with each breath he took. And inside the heart of that flower... another spark.

Not the one they’d created.

A new one.

He woke gasping.

Lucy stirred beside him immediately, her arm wrapping across his stomach. "What is it?"

"I saw it," he murmured. "The next place. It’s already waiting."

Rose sat up across the room, her hair falling down her bare back like ink. "Where?"

He closed his eyes. The vision was already fading, but the sensation remained - the tug, the warmth, the direction. "The eastern cliffs. Past the river. There’s a valley hidden in the rocks."

Sophie sat up slowly, blinking the sleep from her glowing eyes. "The one we couldn’t cross?"

"We can now," Jude whispered. "The land will open for us."

Zoey stood, naked and unashamed, reaching for her belt blade. "Then we leave at first light."

"Not all of us," Sophie said. "The temple must remain guarded. The spark isn’t done forming."

Emma rubbed her eyes. "Then who goes?"

Jude stood, pulling on the wrap Lucy passed him. His body still buzzed with the aftershock of the rituals - filled and emptied in the same breath. "Rose. Zoey. Sophie. Natalie."

Natalie raised an eyebrow. "You’re choosing?"

Jude turned to her. "No. It is."

She nodded once. "Then I’ll pack."

By the time the sun crested the tree line, the five of them were ready. The island had shifted again overnight - paths that didn’t exist now wound easily eastward, soft with moss and lit by pulses of fungus that shimmered like guiding stars. Jude led the way, Rose at his right, Sophie at his left, Zoey trailing behind with her blade, and Natalie walking in silence, her eyes scanning the trees like a scout who already knew what she would find.

The journey felt different.

Not dangerous. Not uncertain.

Ordained.

The trees leaned inward as they walked, vines parting gently like curtains. Even the wind had stilled, as if the island itself held its breath.

After an hour, they reached the river - the place where the rocks had always stood too high, too slick to climb.

Now, the cliff face had split.

A staircase of stone rose between the rock walls, natural but smooth, like it had been waiting under the earth for centuries for them to arrive. The water from the river flowed along grooves carved into the sides, clean and cold.

No one spoke.

They climbed.

At the top, the cliffs opened like jaws - and below them, the valley from Jude’s dream.

The sand was the color of starlight. The wind was warm, scented like citrus and desire. And in the center, just as he had seen, stood the great open structure - a ring of thrones, a glowing pool, and at its heart, the trembling white flower.

Natalie gasped behind him. "It’s real."

Zoey knelt to touch the sand. "Warm. Like skin."

Sophie’s fingers brushed Jude’s. "It’s not just real. It’s alive. "

Rose walked ahead, her bare feet kicking up golden dust. "This is the heart of it. This is where it all began."

Jude followed her slowly, his breath shallow. As he approached the center, the flower opened wider. It pulsed once. Then again. Its rhythm matched his. And then, for a moment, it sped up.

Like it was excited.

Welcoming.

He stepped into the pool barefoot. The liquid wasn’t water. It was silk. Heat. Energy. It clung to his skin, curling around his calves and thighs like unseen fingers.

The others followed.

Each took a throne, instinctively knowing where they belonged. The stone was warm beneath them, humming softly.

And when Jude knelt before the flower and placed his hand on its petal, the world changed.

The sky split open in silence.

Not physically - but inside them.

A wave of emotion hit - lust, joy, hunger, grief, longing, love. A thousand sensations blooming in unison.

Rose moaned in her seat, legs spreading unconsciously.

Natalie gasped, clutching her own breasts, nipples hardened, thighs trembling.

Zoey’s blade dropped from her fingers as she arched, a low growl of ecstasy escaping her throat.

Sophie cried out, her fingers digging into the stone, her hips rocking in rhythm with something unseen.

Jude stayed kneeling, his body vibrating, his cock hard and aching, but his mind flooded with something deeper.

The flower opened fully.

And in its heart...

A face.

A female face. Pale as moonlight. Lips parted. Eyes closed. Sleeping.

She was not of them. And yet...

She looked like all of them.

Jude reached forward.

The moment his fingertips brushed her cheek, her eyes opened.

White. Endless. Depthless.

And she smiled.

"You’ve arrived," she whispered, her voice not spoken but felt, in every nerve, every vein. "You’ve loved well."

The others wept.

Not in fear.

In recognition.

The goddess was not above them.

She was of them.

Born from their desire. From their unity. From their surrender.

The face slowly faded back into the bloom.

The pool dimmed.