Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1364

Chapter 1364: Chapter 1364

They dressed only in thin wraps, leaving most of their bodies bare to the heat. Their skin was kissed with faint symbols - on necks, thighs, spines - marks left behind by the water, glowing only slightly in the morning mist. They walked barefoot, single file, back through the dense trees, the canopy above almost trembling.

The pool was still.

But it was no longer a pool.

In the center, where they had once given themselves to the spiral’s rhythm, the water had receded, revealing a stone column rising like a spine from the earth. Its surface was slick, etched with fresh spirals and glowing runes, but it was the top that caught their breath - a smooth stone basin filled with thick, honey-colored liquid that shimmered gold in the filtered light.

Grace stepped forward first. She dipped her fingers in the liquid, lifted it, and let it drip back slowly.

"It’s warm," she said softly. "Like skin. Like blood and honey."

Rose moved beside her and touched the edge of the basin. "She gave this back to us."

"What is it?" Jude asked.

"A gift." Rose turned, her smile slow and radiant. "To seal what we’ve started."

Zoey moved beside her, brow furrowed. "Seal what?"

"Our bond. Not just with each other. With her. The island." She looked at Jude. "With you."

He felt the weight of those words settle in his chest. "So what do we do?"

Stella stepped forward. "We drink."

Lucy reached out, her fingers brushing the edge of the bowl. "All of us?"

Rose nodded. "Every one of us. Together."

They formed a circle around the altar, the basin gleaming between them. Jude stood in the center this time, and one by one, each woman dipped their fingers and tasted the golden liquid. The moment it touched their tongues, they inhaled sharply. Their eyes widened. And they glowed.

Not metaphorically.

Their skin pulsed with light. Subtle but real.

Lucy was last. She dipped her fingers, brought them to Jude’s lips.

"Yours first," she whispered.

He parted his mouth, tasted it.

Sweet.

Spiced.

Alive.

His vision blurred for a second, not from pain, but from clarity - like seeing through water finally gone still.

He kissed her fingers, then turned and kissed Rose.

Then Emma.

Sophie.

Grace.

Each of them kissed him back, with increasing urgency.

The bond ignited again.

Not just arousal - though that smoldered instantly - but the pull. The shared awareness.

They weren’t just twelve women and one man anymore.

They were one body.

One breath.

The hum around them grew louder, and suddenly, the trees parted.

As if pushed by invisible hands, the forest opened a new path - narrow, steep, lined with glowing roots that pulsed with the same golden light as the basin.

Without speaking, they followed it.

At the end was a clearing none of them had seen before.

A vast circle, marked with stone spirals, every inch of the ground etched with runes. At the center stood another altar - taller, smooth, the shape of a reclining figure, carved from white stone.

It was a bed.

A sacred one.

They knew instantly what the island wanted.

Jude turned, heart racing, his body already responding.

Rose stepped close. "It wants you again. Not just to give, but to receive."

Lucy’s mouth found his, slow and deep. "Lie down."

He obeyed.

The stone was warm.

Familiar.

One by one, they climbed onto the altar with him.

No hesitation.

No guilt.

Lucy first, sliding onto him, gasping as he filled her, moving with a rhythm that wasn’t hers or his - but theirs.

As she rode him, the others circled, touching, moaning, kissing, building the rhythm, each movement feeding the next.

When Lucy shuddered and came, Rose took her place.

Then Sophie.

Then Zoey.

Each one took him fully, worshipped him with their bodies, and when they reached their peaks, they passed the energy into the next, never breaking the spiral.

Grace kissed him as she came.

Emma cried out his name.

Scarlet whispered prayers.

Natalie clung to him like he was the sun.

Stella finished with tears in her eyes and a smile of ecstasy on her lips.

And when Rose returned, mounting him one final time, the others pressed their hands against his chest, his thighs, his throat - feeding him their breath, their light.

Rose kissed him deeply as they came together.

The spiral beneath them lit up, every rune blazing.

And above, in the canopy, the stars began to shine.

Though it was still day.

The light didn’t fade. Not right away. It lingered in streaks across the altar and down the grooves carved into the forest floor, like molten gold seeping from beneath their skin, threading into the earth itself. Jude lay breathless beneath Rose, her body still trembling around him, her eyes glazed with bliss. Around them, the women glowed in soft pulses - bare skin painted in starlight, breath shallow and even, as though they were suspended between worlds.

The spiral beneath the altar throbbed once more, then slowly dimmed, as if the island had taken what it needed - and had given something in return.

Rose rested her forehead against Jude’s. "You’re part of it now. Completely."

He didn’t answer right away. He couldn’t. His entire body was humming, every nerve stretched wide open. He felt inside out - like there was no difference between him and the stone beneath, or the women who surrounded him, or the island breathing through the trees.

"I don’t feel like myself," he whispered.

"You’re more than yourself now," Stella said from behind him, brushing her fingers down his thigh. "You’re ours. And we’re hers. "

Jude sat up slowly. Rose slid off him with a soft sigh, curling beside his hip. Emma moved to his other side, kissing his shoulder as she lay against him. Grace leaned down and kissed the center of his chest, right over his heart.

He looked around at them - twelve women, each marked by the spiral, each changed in subtle, beautiful ways. There was something in their eyes now that hadn’t been there before.