Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1344

Chapter 1344: Chapter 1344

The five of them collapsed in the center of the pool, tangled and wet and breathless. Jude was held in their arms, head resting on Sophie’s thigh, Rose’s hand stroking his hair, Natalie’s fingers tracing lazy circles over his chest, Zoey curled against his side.

"We have to bring the others," he whispered.

Rose nodded. "They’ll feel it soon. It’s already calling them."

Sophie kissed his temple. "And you’ll guide them. Just like always."

Jude looked up at the glowing petals of the flower and smiled faintly.

Not because he understood.

But because he no longer needed to.

They returned in silence.

The golden pool had left them changed - not just flushed with pleasure or the weightless calm of deep release, but altered in the bones, in the soul. Jude felt it with every step, the shift in how his skin touched the air, how his thoughts rippled outward as if the island listened more keenly now, responding before he even formed intent. The others walked near him but not as before; they orbited him again - Zoey at his left shoulder, Sophie just behind him, Rose at his right, and Natalie ahead, watching the forest as though she could see days into the future.

They didn’t speak aloud.

They didn’t need to.

The island whispered between them.

When they reached the first temple, the rest were waiting.

Lucy was at the edge of the clearing, standing alone in the grass with the morning sun caught in her hair, her eyes glowing soft gold. She looked radiant - barefoot, wrapped in moss-dyed silk that clung to her curves, a necklace of white stones hanging between her breasts. Behind her stood Layla, Stella, Susan, Grace, Scarlet, and Emma. They were all dressed similarly now. Not for modesty - but for ritual. Feathers, vines, beads. Their bodies were adorned like priestesses. Goddesses.

But it was Lucy who stepped forward first.

"You found it," she said softly.

Jude couldn’t respond.

He only nodded.

She came to him and touched his chest, laying her palm flat over his heart. Her other hand slid to the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss - slow, grounding, deep. His knees almost gave beneath him. When she pulled back, she rested her forehead against his.

"It called to us too," she whispered. "The moment you stepped inside. We felt it. Every ripple."

"Then you’re ready," Rose said behind him.

Layla moved forward, smiling wide and warm. "The second temple?"

Natalie answered, "Built and blessed. And waiting."

The women looked at one another. Understanding passed like fire over dry grass - fast, wordless, bright. They didn’t need permission or time. Their bodies had already agreed.

Lucy turned, holding out her hand to Grace.

"Come," she said. "Let’s go where the goddess sleeps."

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They arrived by sundown.

The cliffs opened for them again, the path smoother this time, the trees guiding their walk with rustling leaves and curling vines that touched shoulders like greeting hands. When the valley came into view, every one of them slowed. Some gasped. Some simply stopped and felt it - the warm sand beneath their feet, the gentle wind brushing between their thighs, the low hum that made their spines shiver.

The glowing pool was pulsing already. The white flower waited.

Sophie whispered, "She knows we’re here."

No one needed to ask who she was.

Jude stepped to the center. He turned to the others - twelve wives now aligned in a perfect crescent behind him, watching him with hunger and trust and something greater than either. He stripped slowly. Not for performance, but for truth. His clothes fell from him like leaves falling in reverence. The light caught every scar, every line, every curve of his body - and none of them looked away.

Then Lucy stepped forward and joined him.

Then Emma.

Then Grace.

One by one, they came.

Until all thirteen stood naked beneath the stone arches, the thrones glowing around them, the flower open like a womb of light.

Jude knelt at the edge of the pool.

"I dreamed of this," he said, not to them - but to her.

"To the goddess?"

To the spark.

To the island.

To the union that had birthed something beyond flesh and lust.

Rose moved beside him and touched his back. "Then dream us forward, Jude. Build what’s next."

And he did.

He stepped into the water.

But this time, he didn’t just kneel.

He laid back.

He let the warmth wrap around his legs, his hips, his chest. He floated, arms wide, cock hard with sacred tension, head tilted toward the flower overhead.

The wives came to him.

Lucy straddled his face first, her thighs trembling as she rode his mouth with abandon, her moans low and sacred. Emma took his cock into her mouth, slow and reverent, her tongue tracing every vein, every pulse. Layla and Susan touched themselves at the pool’s edge, watching and humming the island’s tune under their breath. Sophie and Zoey kissed beside him, tongues sliding, breasts pressed, hands lost between thighs.

Jude moaned into Lucy, tasting her, worshipping her, until she came with a long, sobbing cry. She collapsed forward, and Grace pulled her gently away - so she could take her place.

Grace sank onto his cock with shaking legs, her body hot and wet and so ready it made Jude cry out. She rode him slow, her hands in his hair, her lips whispering his name like scripture. Emma kissed him between them, her fingers circling his nipples, her thighs wrapped around his side.

The flower pulsed faster.

The pool shimmered.

One by one, the wives took him.

Scarlet came sobbing, her nails leaving crescents in his thighs.

Stella rode him backwards, her fingers tangled with Zoey’s as they kissed over Jude’s chest.

Susan whispered his name like a spell as she came, her breath tangled with Layla’s gasps.

And finally... Lucy again.

She returned to him as the flower began to glow white-hot.

She climbed onto him and held his face in both hands, her eyes locked on his.