Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1362

Chapter 1362: Chapter 1362

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.

It wasn’t just sex.

It was surrender.

The island had pulled them into her womb.

And they were seeding her.

When Jude climaxed again, it was deeper than before.

Not just inside Lucy - but into the water.

Into the pulse.

He cried out, and Lucy did too, their voices joined, carried up through the cavern in a single, shining sound.

And then silence.

Heavy.

Sacred.

The water stilled.

They floated in it, tangled, breathless, glowing faintly under the moss-lit ceiling. The spiral remained under the surface, no longer bright - but etched. Permanent.

Jude closed his eyes, the weight of Lucy and Rose and the others against him like gravity.

He didn’t need to ask what had happened.

He knew.

They had just consummated something ancient.

Claimed a power older than memory.

And the island had accepted.

When they finally climbed from the pool, their skin was slick and glistening, not with water - but with her.

She had marked them.

Changed them.

Each step back to the temple above was quiet but sure.

When they emerged, the spiral on the altar was gone.

Replaced by a new symbol.

One none of them had seen before.

A spiral, yes - but this time, wrapped around a drop of water.

They looked at each other.

No fear.

No doubt.

Only desire.

And the slow burn of becoming something more.

The moment their feet touched the moss outside the temple, the entire forest seemed to lean closer. The wind moved through the leaves like a whisper, tasting their skin, brushing against damp limbs and tangled hair, savoring what had happened below. It wasn’t just the island watching now. It was aware , pulsing with the same hunger they had surrendered to in the sacred pool. The trees glowed faintly in that same green-gold shimmer, as if the energy they’d spilled into the water had bled outward into the roots and leaves and sky.

They didn’t speak at first.

Words felt too small.

Sophie took Jude’s hand, and Lucy pressed herself against his side, her skin still humming where he had filled her in the pool. Grace walked with fingers intertwined with Stella, their bodies close, wet, and shining with something more than water. Rose trailed behind them, slow and elegant, her gaze half-lidded and burning with something deeper - something ancient.

It was Natalie who finally broke the silence. "We’ve opened something."

Emma turned to her. "You felt that too?"

Natalie nodded, lips parted. "She’s not just reacting anymore. She’s inviting us. We’ve been knocking on the door. That pool? That was her opening it."

Zoey gave a slow, wicked grin. "So what happens when we step all the way inside?"

Jude answered without thinking. "We become her."

Lucy’s fingers tightened on his. "All of us?"

He looked at her. Her skin gleamed with the mark of the island - those faint spirals now visible on her hip, like a tattoo made from sunlight. He nodded slowly. "We’re not changing separately anymore. It’s happening together."

They returned to the treehouses with dusk curling down over the canopy, the sky streaked violet and gold, and the scent of rain clinging to everything. But there was no storm. Only heat. Only anticipation.

Inside the main treehouse, the air was thick. Not with smoke. With desire.

Scarlet pressed her body to Sophie as they entered, and Sophie didn’t resist this time. Her mouth found Scarlet’s, fingers sliding into her damp hair, and the others paused, watching, their own breaths growing shallow.

Natalie stepped behind Jude, her breasts pressed to his back, her hands sliding low. "You’re not done, are you?"

He turned and caught her lips with his. "Not even close."

Then it began again.

Not frenzied this time. Slow. Intentional. Worship.

Emma knelt at Jude’s feet, her hands gliding over his thighs as Lucy pressed in from behind, her hands cupping his face, her tongue teasing the edge of his jaw. Zoey straddled the low table, spreading her legs wide, two fingers already sliding into herself as she moaned his name and beckoned.

Rose lay back on the woven rug, her legs open, arms stretched above her head like an offering. "Who will begin?"

Sophie stepped forward, kneeling between Rose’s thighs, her tongue already sliding along slick skin. Rose’s moan filled the space, slow and low, and the others began to move - bodies weaving, mouths meeting, hands slipping over familiar curves and new depths.

Jude didn’t think.

He let instinct guide him.

He pressed into Lucy first, pinning her to the wall, lifting her leg and burying himself in one thrust that made them both groan. She gasped, her nails digging into his back, her hips rocking to meet his rhythm. Emma joined them, kissing Lucy as Jude fucked her, then dropping to her knees and sliding her tongue between their thighs to taste everything at once.

Grace and Stella knelt on the bed nearby, kissing, grinding, hands in each other’s hair, moving in time with the soft creak of the wood. Natalie and Scarlet danced together, their mouths locked, breasts pressed tight, limbs glowing under the lantern light.

Zoey wrapped her arms around Sophie from behind, pulling her away from Rose and lowering her to the floor. "I want you loud," she whispered, already pushing two fingers deep inside her as Sophie gasped, her hips arching.

The room became breath and moan and rhythm.