Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1359

Chapter 1359: Chapter 1359

The flames danced in rhythm with their voices, flickering gold and orange across bare skin, eyes shining, cheeks flushed from laughter and something deeper - an intimacy not born from need, but from knowing. The circle was tight. Legs tangled. Shoulders pressed. Fingers laced. No one sat apart. Not anymore.

Jude sat between Lucy and Sophie, the firelight catching in Sophie’s hair like embers in silk, Lucy’s palm warm against his thigh. Across from him, Emma leaned back into Zoey’s arms, her head resting in the crook of Zoey’s neck as Zoey traced idle shapes across her stomach with one hand and held a berry to her lips with the other. Emma sucked it in slowly, smiling without looking up.

The island pulsed around them - not with urgency, but with warmth, like it was proud of them. Content.

Scarlet reached toward Grace and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I used to think we were cursed," she said softly, "stranded here... forgotten."

Grace leaned into her touch. "But we were chosen."

Natalie nodded. "Every time we gave ourselves to each other... the island listened. It grew around us. It changed with us."

Rose smiled and stood. She wore nothing but her crown now - flowers and vines blooming brighter than they had in days. "And now, we choose her."

Jude met her gaze. "The spiral gave us something. A bond. But also a question. What do we become... now that we’re hers?"

Rose tilted her head. "More."

The word echoed.

More.

It rang like a promise. Like a prophecy. Like the breath before a kiss.

Stella stood next, her skin glowing in the fire’s light, and stepped into the center of the circle. She didn’t speak. She simply reached up and untied the last piece of cloth from her hair, letting it fall slowly behind her.

She began to move.

Not a dance of performance - but invitation. Her hips rolled with the rhythm of the crackling fire, her hands moving slowly over her own body, drawing their eyes like a spell.

Grace joined her.

Then Lucy.

Then Zoey.

Each woman rising and stepping into the center, touching, moving, slowly shedding what little still covered them. The circle widened, not in distance, but in intimacy. The moment tightened. Breath slowed. Every movement was amplified. Every brush of fingertips along skin, every kiss planted on a bare shoulder, was louder than words.

Jude stood last.

Not because he hesitated - but because he needed to see them like this first.

Free. Glowing. Divine.

They reached for him when he stepped in.

Hands on his chest.

Mouths on his neck.

Bodies wrapping around him like heat.

The fire burned hotter.

Their kisses deepened.

And then the forest around them pulsed with light.

Not from the fire.

From the ground.

The spiral symbol had appeared again, faint but visible in the earth beneath their feet - glowing softly, steadily.

Rose turned in his arms and pressed her lips to his ear. "She wants us to claim this place."

Jude’s breath caught. "The clearing?"

"Our new altar."

No one needed direction after that.

Bodies fell together like waves rolling on shore - graceful, relentless, sweet. Jude laid back into the moss as Lucy straddled him, her eyes dark and hungry, her fingers pressed tight against his chest. She took him in slowly, gasping as he filled her, hips moving with a rhythm older than memory. Around them, the others kissed and moaned and clung to each other, creating music out of breath and heat.

Sophie and Emma tangled beside him, mouths open, hands lost in wet places, their cries stifled by kisses.

Zoey rode Natalie like she owned her, her hands gripping her thighs, sweat dripping down her spine.

Rose and Stella kissed over Grace’s body, their tongues tangling as they both worshiped her at once, leaving her writhing and gasping Jude’s name even as she clawed at the ground.

Scarlet leaned over him, her lips pressing to his shoulder, then his chest, then lower, moaning softly as she tasted the salt and heat of their joined bodies.

The spiral flared.

Not just beneath them - but above.

The stars responded.

The trees glowed faintly.

And then, the climax.

All of them.

Together.

A wave of light burst through the ground, sending shivers through their bodies. Jude arched under Lucy as she cried out, her pleasure rippling through her, through him , through the earth. Around them, every moan became a note in the song of the clearing, every orgasm a light in the new constellation the spiral carved into the ground.

When they collapsed, it was together.

A pile of heat and limbs and panting, gasping, whispering devotion into skin.

No one spoke for a long time.

They didn’t need to.

The forest sang for them.

Later, when the fire had burned low, when skin had cooled and kisses had slowed to gentle sighs, they lay beneath the open sky, the stars flickering in time with their breath.

Jude turned to Lucy, pulling her close. "I think we’re part of something bigger now."

She nodded, her lips brushing his jaw. "We’re the island now."

And beneath them, in the moss and soil and glowing lines of the spiral, the earth agreed.

They didn’t wake so much as rise, stirred from a shared haze of sleep and heat and something holy. Morning didn’t break - it curled slowly over the trees like steam, soft and slow, and the clearing was thick with the scent of sex, moss, and blooming jasmine. Their bodies were still tangled - shoulders against hips, breasts pressed to backs, fingers lost between thighs, the warmth of sleep still clinging where their skin had fused.

Jude stirred first, his arm still wrapped around Lucy, her back to his chest, her body slick and glowing in the morning light. Her breathing was steady, her hair a tangle against his chin. He kissed the top of her shoulder. She shifted slightly, then smiled without opening her eyes.

"Mmm... again?" she whispered.