Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1349

Chapter 1349: Chapter 1349

The clearing was circular and massive, ringed by towering trunks and wrapped in light that seemed to bend and flow like water. At the center stood a tall pillar of stone - smooth, pale, and humming gently. Etched across its surface were familiar shapes: spirals, eyes, interlocking triangles, the twelve runes that had marked their journey... and one new one at the very top. A symbol none of them had seen before.

A flame.

Natalie stepped closer, her voice awed. "This is the heart."

Scarlet inhaled deeply. "It’s where the first ones sang."

Susan’s hand slid into Jude’s. "And now we do."

The moment they stepped into the circle, the air shifted. Thickened. The light dimmed and then returned brighter, warmer, soaking into their skin. The stone pillar pulsed like a drumbeat, slow and powerful. And then, the wind rose - not loud, but musical. A note. A tone.

It was the same melody they’d heard in the cave, by the tree, in their dreams.

But now it was complete.

Rose turned to Jude, her lips parted, her eyes wide. "She wants us to finish the song."

"But we don’t know it," Emma said.

"We do ," Lucy said gently. "In our bodies."

Stella smiled slowly, sliding her wrap from her shoulders. "Then we sing it the only way we can."

The wraps fell. The circle closed. Jude stood in the center, arms out, as each of them approached one by one - not rushed, not greedy, but reverent. Sophie kissed his lips, slow and sure, while Zoey kissed the nape of his neck. Grace knelt and worshipped with her mouth, gentle as the wind. Layla straddled him like a priestess descending upon her altar, her fingers clutching his hair, her voice rising with each breath.

When she came, it wasn’t with a scream - it was with a note. A perfect pitch, echoing into the stone, caught and held and returned like the forest was singing back.

Natalie followed, kissing Jude deeply, wrapping her legs around him, their bodies rolling like stormclouds over the earth. Emma was next, her touch urgent, her lips never leaving his skin. Then Susan, Scarlet, Stella - all of them offering themselves again, giving more than flesh.

They gave sound.

They gave rhythm.

Each time Jude touched them, entered them, kissed and carried them into that rising peak, they sang in pleasure and faith. Their cries built the song, and the island caught it like a drumbeat under their feet.

When Lucy came to him last, she didn’t speak. She simply took his hand, climbed onto his lap in the center of the stone circle, and pressed her forehead to his. They moved together without effort, without doubt, without thought. She rode him with soft sighs and shuddering gasps, her fingers in his hair, her chest pressed to his. Her climax was a silent quake, her breath stolen - but Jude roared for both of them, his body releasing everything into hers in a burst of light.

The moment it ended, the song was complete.

The pillar glowed.

The air around them shimmered, and then collapsed into perfect stillness.

Then, the stone cracked.

From the top, a single shaft of white fire split downward, running through the heart of the pillar and down into the earth. The runes pulsed one last time, and then dimmed, forever etched into the stone.

A voice echoed - not aloud, but within each of them.

"You have become."

They stood slowly. The air felt cooler now. The forest around them was quiet again - but not dead. Resting. Watching. Breathing with them.

Rose kissed Jude’s shoulder. "We’ve given her a name again."

Emma whispered, "And she gave us back ourselves."

Jude looked around at his wives - sweaty, glowing, spent and perfect. They were no longer merely lovers. No longer only companions.

They were the island now.

And the island was them.

The wind moved differently now. It wasn’t aimless - it carried messages, touches, hints of old songs and newer promises. Jude could feel it on his skin like a second heartbeat, wrapping around him in gentle pulses as his wives gathered close. They were barefoot, tangled in sun and sweat and earth, glowing like twelve stars that had dropped into his world and chosen to stay. They moved quietly, reverently, as though the clearing had become sacred ground - because it had.

Emma leaned against him, her breath still short. "It’s in us now. Not just the song. Everything. The roots. The light. The dark. It’s not watching anymore. It’s listening. "

"It is us now," Rose said, pressing her lips against Jude’s neck. "And we’re her voice."

Sophie touched the stone column gently. Her fingers didn’t burn. They sank slightly, as if the pillar recognized her. "Then what do we do with that voice?"

"We use it," said Layla, brushing a leaf from Jude’s hair. "We spread it."

"We protect it," Zoey added. "It’s not just magic. It’s alive. This whole place is alive."

They stood together in the center, arms wrapped loosely, lips brushing necks, shoulders, chests. There was no urgency now. No threat. No fear. Just connection - raw and vibrant and constant.

Jude stepped back and looked at each of them, their faces flushed, their eyes lit from within. "I don’t think we’re done here."

Stella smiled. "We’ve only just opened the door."

The wind shifted again. It carried a scent this time - sweet, thick, and earthy, like sap or fruit just pulled from the tree. It pulled their heads around slowly toward the north edge of the clearing.

And there, behind the trees, something shimmered.

Not the old shimmer from before, not the shimmer that changed them. This was gentler. Violet and pale green, flickering like moonlight through water. A soft portal woven of roots and vines, circular, alive.

"Another path," Natalie said, stepping toward it.

Susan touched Jude’s shoulder. "We go together."

"Always together," Lucy echoed.

They walked as one, Jude leading, their fingers linked, the moss soft beneath their feet. The portal pulsed once as they approached, then opened without sound, its woven limbs folding inward like a curtain parting for honored guests.