Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1361

Chapter 1361: Chapter 1361

Hours passed.

The temple thrummed with magic and musk and sweat.

By the time the sun was directly overhead, the stone platform shimmered with the memory of them - wet and warm and still pulsing softly.

Jude collapsed at its base, the women curling around him, naked and luminous.

Rose curled into his side, her lips on his throat. "She’s pleased."

Emma smiled sleepily. "So am I."

Sophie laughed. "You sound drunk."

"I am," Emma murmured. "Drunk on all of you."

Jude closed his eyes.

The hum faded again.

But the bond didn’t.

They had claimed the temple.

And now, the island was truly theirs.

The air was thick with satisfaction, but underneath the serenity was something deeper - an echo that hadn’t been there before. The stones still glowed faintly, a reminder that their worship had been seen, felt, accepted. Jude lay on the moss beside the altar stone, Lucy’s leg slung over his waist, her breath soft and even against his chest. Around him, the others were scattered in loose, warm piles - arms over hips, hands tangled in hair, limbs drawn close not out of need but belonging.

It was Grace who first stirred, her eyes fluttering open like she’d heard a whisper only she could catch. She sat up slowly, her bare breasts rising and falling with a breath that trembled slightly. She turned toward the edge of the temple where a large root had broken through the stone, curling upward like a hand reaching for the sun.

"There’s more," she whispered.

Zoey blinked awake. "What?"

"Below."

Rose pushed herself up on her elbows. "You felt it?"

Grace nodded. "A tug. Like... a thread pulling downward. She wants us to follow."

No one questioned what she meant anymore. The island had become more than earth and trees - it had a presence, a rhythm, a voice. One they all now recognized as sacred.

Jude sat up, brushing his hair back, his body still sore and raw in the best way. "Another passage?"

Stella moved beside him, her hand on his back. "A descent. Every time we give her more, she reveals something deeper."

Sophie stretched, her body glistening in the light. "Let’s follow it. While the sun is still with us."

Zoey grinned, standing naked and proud. "Down we go."

They found the path behind the largest stone, where moss draped thick over an opening almost invisible from above. It looked like a sinkhole, but as they moved closer, the vines shifted on their own, drawing back to reveal a smooth, spiraled staircase carved into the rock. It descended into a deep green glow that shimmered faintly with life.

Without hesitation, they entered.

The steps were damp, cool under bare feet, the air thick with the scent of minerals, flowers, and something older. They moved single file - Jude between Sophie and Rose, Lucy just behind, her hand lightly brushing his back every few steps. The deeper they went, the warmer it became, not unpleasant but arousing, like every breath stirred something low and molten inside them.

At the base, they emerged into a cavern.

Not dark. Glowing.

The walls pulsed faintly with green and gold, and at the center of the space, a pool of water shimmered, steaming slightly, surrounded by petals - orchids and red lilies, floating gently.

The moment they stepped inside, a low vibration stirred the water.

Rose turned to him. "This is her womb."

Emma laughed softly. "You’re not being metaphorical, are you?"

"No," Rose whispered. "She wants us to enter her. To bathe in her. To be remade. "

Lucy stepped toward the water, then glanced back at Jude. "With you."

He swallowed. "All of you?"

"Together," Stella said. "We came here as one. We continue as one."

They walked into the water slowly, one by one. Jude last.

The warmth was immediate, wrapping around him like arms, like thighs, like breath against his neck. Lucy pulled him in, wrapping her legs around his waist. He gasped at the contact, but she was already guiding him inside her, wet and pulsing, her mouth hot on his jaw.

Around them, the others moaned softly, touching, kissing, sinking into the pool’s center like it had claimed them fully.

Rose pressed against his back, her lips tracing his spine. Sophie tangled with Emma nearby, mouths fused, hands everywhere. Zoey and Grace kissed with urgency, and Scarlet guided Natalie down into the water, her tongue sliding along her throat as she whispered, "Let go."

They moved together - no longer a dozen bodies, but one tide.

Every thrust inside Lucy sent ripples through the water. Every kiss lit the cavern brighter.

Jude leaned back, Rose catching him, her hand sliding between Lucy and him, pressing gently until Lucy shuddered and clenched around him. She gasped and tightened her grip, her legs squeezing as her climax rolled through her.

And in that instant, the pool changed.

The water surged - not up, but inward.

A pulse passed through all of them.

Every woman cried out.

Not in pain. In awakening.

Jude was lifted by the motion, Lucy clinging to him, her mouth open against his neck. Rose kissed the base of his skull, her voice humming something that felt ancient.

The glow intensified.

Symbols - familiar spirals - appeared beneath the surface, circling outward from the center of the pool. The hum returned. Stronger. Deeper.

And the cavern began to pulse.

Not with light.

With life.

The walls trembled gently. The petals began to swirl, and the water turned slightly viscous - slicker, warmer, like it was part of them now.

Jude felt lips on every inch of him - Emma’s against his chest, Zoey’s at his hip, Sophie’s fingers tangling in his hair as she pressed her mouth to his. He was moving inside Lucy again, but slower now, reverent. Like every thrust echoed in the water, in the island, in their bodies.

The others writhed in time, each woman claiming pleasure in a shared rhythm.

Natalie kissed Grace as she rode her fingers.

Scarlet moaned into Stella’s neck as they tangled, breast to breast, thighs locked.