Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1367

Chapter 1367: Chapter 1367

The sky above had turned indigo, the spiral of stars now directly overhead, glowing faintly gold.

Rose knelt over him, her thighs straddling his hips, her body slick and warm. She didn’t move at first. She just cupped his face in her hands and looked into him, as though reading the things he hadn’t dared say out loud.

"I love you," she whispered.

He didn’t hesitate. "I love you."

She sank onto him in one smooth movement, their bodies locking together perfectly. She held still with him buried inside, and Jude felt it - that moment of completion, of silence, before the storm.

And then she began to move.

Slow, rolling thrusts that built in intensity with every pass. Her hair flowed like silk over her shoulders, her eyes never leaving his. All around them, the others circled, hands on Rose’s hips, on Jude’s chest, kissing, touching, guiding the rhythm as one. They weren’t taking turns anymore. They were one motion, one body, one breath.

And the spiral lit up again.

Not beneath them, but above.

A column of golden light shot up from the altar into the sky, splitting the canopy open in a ring of pulsing energy. It shimmered outward, brushing every tree, every leaf, every breath of wind. The jungle answered with a sound none of them had heard before - a roar and a sigh, an exhale and a cry, like the orgasm of the earth itself.

Rose’s movements turned frantic, her moans deeper, almost cries. Jude felt his climax rising hard and fast, a flood inside him that refused to be held back.

When he came, she came with him - arching, trembling, biting his shoulder, the others clutching them both like they were anchoring the whole island with their bodies.

And the light exploded.

A flash.

White gold.

Heat.

And then -

Stillness.

They lay together in the aftermath, tangled in limbs and love and sweat. Rose rested against his chest, and one by one, the others curled around them, forming a spiral with their bodies. No one spoke. No one needed to.

They had passed through the spiral.

And come out the other side whole.

Jude kissed the crown of Rose’s head, then Lucy’s fingers, then Sophie’s bare shoulder. He could taste salt and starlight.

The sky had turned violet, the stars a river above them.

And the island?

The island purred.

They slept where they fell, bodies draped over moss and each other, the altar pulsing faintly beneath them like a living heartbeat. For the first time in weeks - maybe months - Jude’s sleep was dreamless. No voices whispering in the trees. No spirals burned into his mind. Just warmth. Skin. Peace.

When the light came, it wasn’t the sun. It was the spiral.

Floating above them, suspended in the air like a soft golden sun, spinning so slowly it was almost still. It didn’t hum anymore. It breathed. Each of them stirred as if in response to that breath, eyes fluttering open, stretching like creatures born into a new world.

Rose was the first to stand. Naked, glowing, she turned to face the spiral, raising her hands. "She accepts us."

Lucy sat up next, hair a tangle of dark waves, her cheeks flushed and lips swollen. "Did we become something else?" she whispered, still touching her own skin as if it felt foreign.

"No," Sophie said, standing to stretch beside her. "We became what we always were. We just didn’t see it before."

Grace’s voice was barely a breath. "I felt her inside me. Not just touching me. Inside. Like she was learning me. Loving me."

Zoey stepped up to Jude, crouched and kissed his jaw gently. "And now she knows you too. All of you."

Jude sat up slowly, body still heavy from pleasure, but lighter somehow. "The spiral changed."

Emma helped him to his feet, pressing her body close to his. "Because we changed it."

He looked around the clearing. Their circle had left more than sweat and memory behind. Vines had grown into the stones beneath the altar overnight, weaving spirals of their own, as if the island had reached up to meet them. Flowers bloomed that hadn’t existed yesterday. Pale blue petals with silver veins, clustered in spirals along the path back to camp.

"We made love on sacred ground," Natalie said, walking barefoot through the new blooms. "She rewarded us for it."

Scarlet took her hand. "Or warned us."

Rose turned slowly, the gold glow of the spiral still lighting her face. "No more warnings. No more games. She’s claimed us. We’ve claimed her. The spiral is complete."

Lucy laced her fingers with Jude’s. "Then what now?"

He looked at them - twelve women, no longer bound just by survival or desire, but by something deeper. Something grown from earth and sweat and breath and trust. He could feel them inside himself. Not just his memory of them. Not just their names or touches. Their essence.

"We build," he said. "Everything. A home. A future. A world."

They spent the rest of the day turning the camp into more than a shelter.

Zoey and Stella climbed high into the trees, building platforms with vines and wooden beams that didn’t just hold weight - they swayed with it. Beds of moss and feathers. Hammocks wide enough for three. Silk-like leaves stretched and hung to form open walls that filtered light into soft golden hues.

Lucy carved symbols into the trees, and wherever she touched, the bark shifted willingly, spirals blooming beneath her fingertips.

Emma and Grace worked near the river, guiding the water through shallow trenches into a large basin of smooth stones. It filled like a sacred pool, glinting under the sun. They bathed in it together, and the water shimmered around their naked bodies, like even it had been enchanted.

Sophie and Rose moved together through the forest, marking trees with palm fronds and ash, speaking words in low voices that the others didn’t understand - but the island seemed to. Birds followed them. Flowers turned toward their feet. And everywhere they walked, the air warmed.