Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1368

Chapter 1368: Chapter 1368

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.

Jude stayed in the center, lifting beams, shaping stone, listening.

That night, the fire wasn’t just for heat. It was for ceremony.

They circled it with bare skin and open hearts. Rose stepped forward and pressed her fingers to Jude’s chest. "The spiral chose you first."

"No," he said softly. "It chose us. "

She smiled, turned to the others. "Then it’s time we all speak the truth."

One by one, they stepped into the firelight.

Lucy: "I love him. I love her. I love all of you."

Sophie: "I am not one thing. I am many. And I belong here."

Grace: "This is the first place I’ve ever felt whole."

Natalie: "The island saw us. And I see her now."

Zoey: "I fought it. But only because I was afraid to want this much."

Emma: "We’re not lost. We’ve been found."

Stella: "And I’m not scared anymore."

Scarlet: "I hunger for this. All of it."

Susan: "I’ve never loved so freely."

Layla: "We’ve become the prayer we used to whisper."

Rose: "We are the spiral. And the spiral is us."

They turned to Jude.

He stepped forward, heart thundering.

"I don’t know what I am anymore," he said. "A man. A lover. A flame. A vessel. Maybe all of it. Maybe none of it. But I know this - every part of me belongs to every part of you. "

And with that, they came to him.

Not all at once this time. Not as a storm - but as a slow, unfolding tide.

Lucy climbed into his lap, kissing him gently, threading her fingers through his hair. Emma pressed close behind her, arms sliding around Jude’s shoulders. Then Scarlet, then Zoey. Grace knelt beside him, laying her head on his thigh. Sophie, always a touch slower, always deliberate, kissed his temple before whispering, "We’re ready for more."

And he gave them more.

Not just his body, but his devotion. His ache. His joy.

They moved together again under the stars, no longer unsure, no longer questioning. They knew this was their path. The spiral had pulled them in, layer by layer, and now they stood at its center - raw, whole, and worshipped.

Each kiss was a vow.

Each moan a hymn.

Each climax a new petal in their sacred bloom.

By morning, the spiral above had faded.

But the one inside them burned brighter than ever.

Jude awoke with Lucy’s breath against his shoulder, her leg draped lazily over his thigh, her fingers still curled in the soft hairs on his chest. The warmth of her body was like a tether, anchoring him to the moment, but his mind wandered - still caught in the echo of the night before. They had transcended something. The line between earth and body, spirit and skin, had blurred until every heartbeat felt like part of the island’s pulse.

He turned his head slowly. The others were scattered around them, limbs tangled, hair wild, skin glowing in the soft light of dawn filtering through the open canopy above. Grace was curled against Emma, her hand tucked under her chin. Stella slept on her back with her arms outstretched like she was offering herself to the sky. Sophie had risen first - he could see her at the far edge of the platform, staring out into the forest, wrapped in nothing but her thoughts.

Jude kissed Lucy’s forehead and gently untangled himself from her. She sighed in her sleep but didn’t stir. He moved through the circle of sleeping bodies, careful not to wake them, and joined Sophie at the railing. She didn’t turn to him.

"They’re still humming," she said quietly.

He listened. She was right. Beneath the rustle of trees and distant birdcalls, there was a sound - subtle, musical, like the low hum of bees in a distant field. A harmony made not of voices but of presence.

"Do you feel different?" she asked, eyes still fixed ahead.

"I feel everything," he said. "Like I’m not just me anymore. Like I’m... us. "

She nodded. "Same."

He reached out and took her hand. Her grip was firm.

"Does it scare you?" he asked.

"No. But I think it should."

They stood in silence until Lucy stirred behind them, then Emma, then Zoey. One by one the others woke, and the day began not with words but with touch. Hands brushing shoulders. Soft kisses. Smiles. They didn’t need to speak to know something fundamental had shifted.

Scarlet stretched luxuriously and sat up. "I dreamed of water," she murmured. "A deep pool underground. Still. Waiting."

Rose nodded. "It’s time to find it."

No one questioned her. Not anymore.

By midday, they had gathered food, slung small satchels over their shoulders, and moved into the woods together, barefoot, half-dressed in strips of cloth and vines that moved like extensions of their bodies. They didn’t walk in formation, didn’t speak in commands - but they moved as one.

The trees bent to let them pass.

The island recognized them.

The path wound down past the stone altar and along a new trail that hadn’t existed before - not one they remembered. It dipped into a ravine where thick vines laced overhead like the ribs of a great beast, filtering the sunlight into dim green gold. They stepped carefully, reverently, the silence not heavy but sacred.

The sound of trickling water grew stronger.

And then they found it.

A pool.

Round. Black. Perfectly still.

The water was darker than night, yet shimmered at the edges with soft violet light. The air here was cooler, damp and sweet. Moss blanketed the stone, and tiny glowing insects floated above the surface like living stars. Jude stepped forward and fell to his knees at the edge, staring into it. It was so clear he could see himself reflected - and then the others behind him.

And then more.

Not reflections.

Visions.