Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1370

Chapter 1370: Chapter 1370

Jude’s wrap was undone by Layla’s careful hands, and his body stood bared in the spiral’s center, surrounded by twelve women who knew every inch of him, who had loved him fiercely and differently - and now, all the same. They moved closer, pressing their bodies to his, hands wandering, exploring, rediscovering what was already theirs.

Zoey was the first to mount him.

She straddled him slowly, her thighs tight around his waist, her breath catching as he slid inside her. Her eyes locked with his, intense, possessive, and she moved with the rhythm of something ancient. Her hips rocked with purpose, her moans low and melodic. Jude held her, kissed her throat, buried his face in her hair as the others watched, their hands gliding along her back, his arms, his chest.

When Zoey came, she did it with a long, shuddering gasp, her body convulsing around him as if the island itself was pulsing through her. She kissed him hard before rising and stepping back into the circle, her legs trembling.

Scarlet took her place next, sliding down onto him with a sigh that sounded like surrender. Her movements were slower, more fluid, like water moving around stone. She whispered things to him in a language that didn’t exist, her fingers tangled in his hair as she rode him. Jude’s hands traced her hips, the curve of her ass, the swell of her breasts. The spiral glowed brighter beneath them.

Each of them followed.

Layla next, all fire and urgency, riding him hard while Stella kissed her from behind.

Then Susan, delicate and sensual, clenching tight around him as she cried his name.

Then Natalie, who whispered poetry against his mouth while she moved with aching grace.

Then Grace, trembling, breathless, her climax a sob against his skin.

Then Emma, fierce and wild, her nails raking lightly down his chest as she rode him until he nearly came undone.

Sophie followed with intensity, never looking away from his eyes, moving in slow, deliberate circles that built tension with every roll of her hips. She kissed him after, lips tender, eyes shining.

Lucy came last.

She stepped into his lap like she had always belonged there. Their bodies met with a softness that made his throat tighten. Her fingers cupped his face, her lips brushed his nose, and when she sank down onto him, the world stilled. Her hips moved in slow, tight pulses, grinding against him, her breasts pressed to his chest. Every breath was a shared prayer.

When he came, it was inside her.

His hands tangled in her hair, his mouth on her neck, her walls clenching around him, pulling him deeper into the spiral, into her, into everything. Light burst behind his eyes. The groove beneath them flared gold.

Lucy cried out, shaking with pleasure, and then the others joined her.

Twelve voices rose in harmony.

A sound not of pain or passion - but of arrival.

The spiral had been awakened.

Light shot from the grooves, spiraling upward into the trees. The vines pulsed. The earth breathed. And in that moment, the island changed.

A shockwave rippled outward - not to destroy, but to renew. Trees shifted. Flowers bloomed. The very air tasted different. Softer. Sweeter. Alive.

Jude collapsed back onto the earth, gasping, Lucy still clinging to him, the others gathering around. Bodies intertwined. Mouths finding mouths. Fingers tangling in hair. They weren’t just lovers now.

They were one.

When the light faded, they lay in silence.

Wrapped around each other.

Wrapped in the island.

The spiral was no longer something they followed.

It was something they were.

The sun dipped low, casting long, golden shadows through the trees, and the air shimmered with a strange, charged stillness. They lay there in the grove, tangled bodies glistening with sweat and earth, breath mingling, hearts beating in one rhythm. Jude sat propped against the warm moss of the basin’s edge, Lucy curled against his chest, her fingers drawing soft, lazy spirals over his stomach. Around him, the others dozed or watched him quietly, their expressions calm, dreamy, lit from within.

No one spoke for a long time. There were no words left for what they had done. The spiral had awakened not just the island but something inside them all, something ancient and unnameable. Whatever they were before, it was gone now, left behind in that first breathless moment when the light erupted and they moved as one. They were not separate anymore. Not truly. The island had fused their souls in some invisible, irreversible way.

Jude brushed a kiss into Lucy’s hair and slowly sat up, trying not to disturb the curve of Grace’s legs draped across his own. "Can you feel that?" he asked softly.

Emma stirred nearby, her cheek pressed against Sophie’s thigh. "The ground’s humming."

"It’s not the ground," Sophie murmured, her hand sliding through Emma’s hair, "It’s us."

They listened. She was right. It wasn’t a noise exactly, not a vibration in the earth - it was internal. A resonance. As if something inside them had shifted frequency and never shifted back.

Scarlet rolled over and looked at Jude, eyes half-lidded, voice thick with drowsy seduction. "We’re still not finished, are we?"

He met her gaze. "No. I don’t think we ever will be."

Rose stood slowly, her bare feet silent on the mossy floor, her body limned in the last traces of sunlight. She turned to them, her expression solemn now, and raised a hand. "Come. There’s something else. We need to go before night falls."

Zoey blinked up at her. "Go where?"

But no one really questioned it. They were already rising, stretching, brushing leaves and soil from their skin. The wraps were pulled back on loosely, more for ritual than modesty, and the twelve women moved with grace and eerie synchronicity. Jude felt himself follow without needing direction, his body lighter now, like the spiral had hollowed him out to make room for something sacred.

Rose led them deeper into the woods, beyond the veil of vines and toward a slope they’d never climbed.