Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1369

Chapter 1369: Chapter 1369

He saw them as they had been. Lucy kissing him on the beach. Sophie during the first storm. Grace weeping after her first nightmare. Stella dancing alone. Zoey watching him from the trees. Rose naked beneath the moon, whispering the first spiral into the dirt.

Then the image shifted.

He saw them all changed - wearing golden tattoos, eyes glowing faintly, moving together in a circle around a much larger spiral carved into the earth. In the center stood him.

Not just watching.

Leading.

Jude gasped and fell back from the water. The vision faded instantly.

The others didn’t look surprised. Lucy knelt beside him and kissed his shoulder.

"We all saw something," she whispered. "I think... it’s showing us what’s coming."

"It’s showing us what we are, " Rose corrected gently.

Sophie stood at the edge and began removing her wrap. One by one, the others followed. Clothes dropped silently to the moss, bodies bared without shame. Jude stood too, stripping until he was naked beneath the filtered light. The pool beckoned - not like an invitation, but a summons.

Rose was the first to enter. She stepped into the dark water, and instead of rippling, it welcomed her. Her body vanished beneath the surface without a splash. Then Lucy, then Stella, then Grace. One by one they sank, disappearing into the silence.

Jude hesitated.

Emma took his hand and smiled.

Together, they stepped in.

The water wasn’t cold.

It was alive.

It clung to him like silk, wrapped around every inch of him, kissed every pore. He didn’t sink - he floated, suspended in an infinite moment. The world above vanished. Only touch remained.

And then hands.

Dozens of them.

Soft, slow, exploring. Fingers slid over his chest, down his stomach, around his thighs. Lips brushed his neck, his jaw, his mouth. Breasts pressed to his back, to his chest. Tongues traced the lines of his ribs. He didn’t know who was where. Didn’t need to. They were all there. In him. Around him. Part of him.

Lucy straddled him beneath the surface, her thighs gripping him tight, her body sliding against his in perfect rhythm. Rose kissed his lips as Emma kissed his collarbone. Sophie’s hand guided him between Lucy’s legs, and Lucy cried out - not in pain, not in shock, but in release.

He thrust up into her, hard and slow, water swirling around them, and felt the others tightening the circle. Tongues, fingers, moans. Each climax rolled into the next, like waves crashing over his skin. He didn’t breathe - didn’t need to. The water was air. The kisses were life. The touch was truth.

He came inside Lucy, but the pleasure didn’t stop. Zoey slid down onto him next, groaning into his mouth. Then Stella. Then Scarlet. Their movements were smooth, dreamlike, endless. He gave himself to them completely, and they received him as one body.

And when they were done - when every inch of him had been worshipped and given back - they rose together.

The surface broke silently.

They emerged reborn.

Not wet. Not shivering.

Radiant.

Their skin glowed faintly. Their eyes shone. Their bodies hummed with the spiral’s song, not loud, but steady.

As they stepped from the pool, the world looked different.

More alive.

Colors deeper. Sounds richer. The air itself tasted like fruit.

They dressed each other slowly, reverently. Wraps of gold-threaded palm and soft woven grass. Jewelry made from river stones and tiny bones. They weren’t clothing their bodies.

They were adorning them.

Honoring them.

Jude turned to Rose.

Her smile wasn’t eerie now. It was divine.

"We’re ready," she said.

"For what?" he asked.

She stepped close, touched his lips with her thumb, and whispered:

"To awaken the island."

They moved together through the trees like a tide of heat and intention, the forest parting with every step, the wind swirling gently around them, stirred by something older than breath. The spiral no longer needed to appear in the air or the stone - it was in their bones now, carved into the soft center of each heartbeat. Even the birds had gone quiet, as if watching.

Jude walked at the center of them, his feet bare, his chest open, draped only in a thin wrap of gold-threaded cloth around his waist. The women flanked him like the petals of a blooming flower. Lucy and Sophie moved closest, their hands brushing his skin often - accidental or not, it didn’t matter. Their touch grounded him. So did the occasional glance from Zoey, the way she smiled with something half-wild in her eyes now. Grace hummed behind them, the soft music like a tether between their bodies.

They were following something they didn’t need to see. Not a path but a pull. The spiral didn’t guide them with signs or visions now. It was simpler. Deeper. When they reached the grove beyond the cliff ridge, they knew instantly: this was where it would happen.

A hollow in the trees, ringed with vines that glowed faintly, like veins pumping life into the air. The ground was soft and warm beneath their feet, the grass impossibly green. The center of the grove held a basin of earth, circular, carved with shallow spiral grooves that extended outward like ripples in still water. The moment Jude stepped into the center, the ground responded - the grooves lit up softly, the air thickened with scent: honey, musk, crushed flowers, rain.

"It’s time," Rose whispered.

No one questioned her anymore. She stepped forward and knelt before Jude, her hands on his thighs. Her eyes lifted to his, golden and unwavering. "You are the spiral’s heart," she said. "And we are your rhythm."

He cupped her face, leaned down, and kissed her - slow, deep, reverent. She moaned softly, her lips opening to him, her body melting into his as if it had been made for this moment. Behind them, the others undressed silently, their wraps falling away like leaves.

Sophie approached next, her hands smoothing along Jude’s back, her mouth pressing to his shoulder as Rose’s fingers slid over his hips. Then Lucy, kissing him softly behind the ear. Then Emma, her breath warm against his chest.

They didn’t rush.

There was no frenzy.

Just reverence.

Each touch was a worship. Each kiss a vow.