Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1345

Chapter 1345: Chapter 1345

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.

"I love you," she said.

He thrust up into her, hard, deep.

"I love all of you," he gasped.

They came together.

And the valley erupted in light.

It wasn’t fire.

It was creation.

A beam shot upward from the flower, spiraling into the sky. The stars rippled. The wind stilled. The island moaned from its roots.

The pool overflowed with light.

And when the light faded... the wives were glowing.

Their bellies shimmered, faint golden halos hovering just beneath the skin.

Jude lay in the center of the pool, surrounded by them.

His body trembling. His soul wide open.

And the flower whispered one final word into his heart.

" Become. "

The glow did not fade.

It lingered in the air, suspended in strands of light that curled around their bodies like silk threads spun from starlight. The golden pool stilled beneath them, no longer pulsing but shining, steady and radiant. Jude lay flat in the center, barely breathing, the aftershocks of pleasure, connection, and something more echoing through his bones. Around him, his wives moved slowly, reverently, like dancers stepping through sacred ground.

Lucy remained on top of him, her chest rising and falling as if she’d just drawn the first breath of her life. Her hair was damp with sweat and kissed by golden motes. Her eyes, once soft brown, now flickered with iridescence - sunlight and water, roots and fire. When she looked down at Jude, it wasn’t just Lucy looking at him anymore.

It was all of them.

It was the island.

Emma knelt at Jude’s left, stroking his hand with a tenderness that made his breath hitch. "We’re not who we were," she whispered.

Zoey hovered at his right, her lips brushing over his shoulder. "We didn’t lose ourselves. We grew."

Grace had tears in her eyes. She kissed his knee gently and said, "We’re not alone anymore."

He reached for them weakly, wanting to say something - anything - but the words wouldn’t come. His throat was dry, his chest full, his mind lost in the magnitude of what had just happened. He had loved each of them in ways deeper than flesh, but what had just passed among them was beyond love. It was transcendence. The very air tasted different now.

Rose stepped into the pool again, her feet silent on the glowing stone. She was bare, luminous, her hair wild and loose around her shoulders. She looked down at him and smiled - not as a seductress, not as a siren, but as something older than both.

"You’ve become," she said, kneeling beside Lucy, her hand resting over Jude’s heart. "You’ve taken us into yourself, and we’ve given you the island."

"I don’t understand," Jude whispered.

Scarlet knelt beside Grace, dipping her fingers into the golden water. "You don’t need to. Not all at once. The understanding will come. Slowly. Like the tide."

Layla, behind them, brushed her fingers along the curved petals of the great flower. "She’s waking."

Susan stood at the edge of the pool, the faint pulse under her skin glowing with the same rhythm as the others. "Or maybe we are."

They gathered around him, twelve women glowing with the island’s breath, with the echo of the goddess, with the echo of him. And Jude, lying among them, felt the strange certainty of it all settle into place: this wasn’t just a transformation of bodies or minds. This was a new cycle. A new island. A new kind of being.

Stella leaned down to kiss his chest. "Your seed woke her."

He blinked. "What?"

Rose cupped his cheek, her voice soft. "The flower. The goddess. She was sleeping. Trapped in the roots of this place, waiting. And she chose us. But it wasn’t until you gave all of yourself that she finally stirred."

Jude swallowed. "Are we... her? Now?"

"No," Lucy said. "We are still ourselves. But we are carrying her. Each of us."

Natalie placed her hand over her stomach. "I feel her. Moving inside me. Not like a child. Like a fire."

Zoey kissed Jude’s temple. "You didn’t just make love to us, Jude. You planted something."

"And now," Emma said softly, "we’re blooming."

The idea sent a shiver through him, not of fear - but of awe. Of reverence.

They helped him sit up. His body was shaky, but his mind was clearing. He looked at each of them, one by one, and saw how they had changed. Not visibly - there were no horns or wings, no unnatural marks - but inwardly. They shone from within. As if something ancient and divine had merged with every breath they took.

"We can’t stay here forever," Jude said.

Rose nodded. "No. There are more places waiting. More temples. More gifts buried beneath the skin of this island."

Sophie stood, water dripping from her legs. "And more of her to awaken."

"We’re not done," Susan said. "We’re only in the beginning."

The thrones around them began to dim - not fading, but resting. The pool cooled beneath their feet. The flower’s petals began to close slowly, curling back toward slumber - but not complete sleep. She was awake now. Watching.

Jude rose to his feet, and the women stepped back to give him space. The water rolled off his skin like golden threads. When he stood fully, the air shifted. The thrones flared for a moment, a ripple of acknowledgment. He was not just the center anymore.

He was the catalyst.

Sophie approached first and offered him a cloak spun from vines and feathers. He wrapped it around himself, more ceremonial than for modesty, and turned toward the valley entrance. The stars were out now, glittering above like they had waited centuries for this moment.

Emma took his hand.

Grace took the other.

And the rest followed.

Barefoot, glowing, silent and powerful.

As they passed through the valley, the wind picked up. It wasn’t cold. It was warm. A welcome. The trees beyond the cliffs bowed as they passed, their leaves shimmering faint gold.