Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1347

Chapter 1347: Chapter 1347

When the sun dipped low, they gathered in a circle around the fire.

Each wife touched Jude - his chest, his cheek, his lips - before stepping back into the shadows of the jungle path. Rose led them, barefoot and bare-shouldered, her long braid tied with feathers. Lucy followed next, then Stella, then Zoey, then the others, until only Sophie remained.

She looked at Jude for a long moment.

Then she stepped close, took his face in her hands, and kissed him so deeply he forgot his name.

When she pulled away, she whispered, "Come to us whole. Or don’t come at all."

He followed.

The jungle grew darker as they walked, not from the fading sun but from the density of the trees - thicker here, older. The air was wetter, heavier. The trail narrowed, twisted. And then they reached it.

A great hollow, carved into the hillside, mouth gaping, filled with tangled vines and black mist.

Rose stepped forward and placed her hand on the earth just outside the entrance.

The ground breathed.

Once.

Twice.

Then it opened.

The vines pulled back like fingers unfolding, revealing a stone stairway descending into the belly of the island.

No one hesitated.

They walked in single file, the only light their own glow - Jude’s bare chest radiating the warmth of the pool, the wives shimmering with the aftermath of their union. Deeper and deeper they went, the air turning colder, the silence more complete.

At the bottom was a chamber unlike anything they’d seen.

Round. Perfect. Smooth stone walls. No flowers. No thrones.

Only one thing: a vast slab of obsidian in the center, engraved with a spiral of runes.

And at its heart, a bowl.

Empty.

Sophie stepped forward first and dipped her fingers into her mouth.

When she pulled them out, red glistened on her fingertips.

She let a single drop fall into the bowl.

The stone shivered.

Then Rose did the same.

Then Lucy.

Then one by one, each wife gave a drop of blood into the bowl until it was full.

Jude stepped forward.

He didn’t know what made him do it - perhaps it wasn’t him at all - but he reached into the bowl and drank.

The blood was warm.

Sweet.

Alive.

The world fell away.

When he opened his eyes, they were standing in the chamber still - but the runes were glowing, the stone was humming, and the bowl was gone.

In its place stood a figure.

Tall.

Feminine.

Eyes like galaxies.

She smiled.

"My children," she said, voice like wind through bone, "you are ready."

She stepped down from the obsidian slab, her feet not quite touching the ground, and every movement stirred the air with a scent of wild nectar and storm-drenched soil. Her skin shimmered like polished moonstone, and though she was shaped like a woman, there was something far older in the way she moved - like she remembered the birth of mountains. Her long, silver hair flowed around her body in threads of light, and her eyes pierced each of them with impossible knowing.

Jude couldn’t move. None of them could.

The being walked slowly in a circle around them, eyes drifting from face to face. When she reached Lucy, she paused, reaching out with fingers long and delicate. Lucy trembled as the tips brushed her cheek. The goddess smiled, a soft, approving expression. "You were the first to call me," she said.

Lucy’s breath caught. "I didn’t know."

"But you felt. " The goddess moved on. "You each felt me in different ways. Through touch, through dreams, through desire. Through fear." She stopped in front of Zoey and brushed a hand over her chest, just above her heart. "Even resistance is a form of prayer."

Zoey’s lips parted but she didn’t speak. Her eyes shimmered, wide and wet.

When the goddess reached Jude, she stopped.

They stared at each other for a long time.

Then she smiled wider, as if pleased by what she saw in him.

"You were the gate," she whispered.

Jude swallowed hard. "What are you?"

"I am what they buried," she said. "The song they stopped singing. The hunger they tried to name. I am not new. I am remembered. "

The runes on the stone walls flared brighter.

Rose stepped forward, her voice strong and steady. "Why now?"

The goddess looked at her, approving. "Because you made the path. You gave me shape again. You gave each other freely. Your love was the seed. His surrender was the key."

Emma whispered, "What do you want from us?"

"Nothing," the goddess said. "I only offer. It is you who want. You who ache. You who dream. I only give the answer to your question."

Natalie stepped forward. "What question?"

The goddess turned, and her voice dropped, thick with heat and gravity. " What would it feel like to be known in every way? "

The words hung in the air.

Heavy.

True.

Jude’s heart pounded. He saw the ripple that moved through his wives, the way their bodies shifted subtly toward each other, the way their breath seemed to sync once more. Every one of them stood bare before the goddess, their skin marked with traces of their love, their hair tousled, their eyes burning.

"You have touched the island," the goddess said, "but you have not yet become it. There is one more offering. One more act."

Sophie’s voice was barely audible. "What act?"

The goddess extended her hand toward the obsidian slab. "Love. Not in halves. Not in pairs. As one."

Jude’s breath caught. He looked at the stone altar - smooth, wide, glowing faintly with veins of gold. It looked cold, but in the way fire hides under embers.

He looked at Rose. Then Lucy. Then Emma. Zoey. Stella. Natalie. Sophie. Grace. Layla. Susan. Scarlet. And finally, at the goddess.

There were no more words.

They knew.

Together, they stepped forward.

Jude lay at the center of the slab first, his breath trembling. One by one, the women joined him - not waiting, not asking - just moving in rhythm, as if a song none of them could hear was guiding their limbs. Lips brushed against lips, hands caressed thighs, mouths found skin and whispered heat.