Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1372

Chapter 1372: Chapter 1372

Rose led them deeper into the woods, beyond the veil of vines and toward a slope they’d never climbed. The trees here grew closer together, older, gnarled and wrapped in silver moss. The light dimmed, taking on a violet hue, as if the sun had turned its gaze away. The forest grew quieter too, but not with silence - there was presence in the air. Watching. Listening.

Eventually, they reached a clearing ringed with ancient stones, each one carved with spirals and strange symbols none of them recognized but all understood somehow. In the center stood a flat stone table, wide and dark, like a ceremonial altar left by something too old to name.

Rose walked to it and pressed her hand flat against the stone. It responded, glowing faintly beneath her fingers. "This is where the island speaks."

Sophie stepped beside her. "Speaks how?"

Rose turned her head slowly. "With touch. With hunger. With need."

A shiver went through Jude.

The others circled the stone. Grace trailed her fingers along the edge, her lips parted, her eyes shining with an emotion that was not fear but reverence. Natalie leaned close, sniffed the air, and let out a soft moan. "It smells like... desire."

Jude stepped closer, his chest tight. "What do we do?"

Rose looked at him. "Lie down."

He hesitated. Then Lucy was at his side, her hand warm in his, her gaze steady. "It’s okay. We’ll all be here."

He climbed onto the stone and lay back, the surface cool beneath him, but not cold. It felt like skin warmed by moonlight, and it hummed faintly as he relaxed into it. Twelve women surrounded him in a circle. Their hands moved in unison, shedding their wraps, their bodies bared once more, the spiral tattoo glowing faintly on their inner wrists.

Rose knelt at his head. Sophie at his feet. Emma and Lucy on either side of his chest. Zoey and Stella near his thighs. Grace, Layla, Susan, Scarlet, Natalie, and even quiet Serena - all moving closer, hands hovering just above his skin.

They began to hum again.

Low.

Sensual.

It wasn’t a song - it was a spell.

Their hands touched him, softly at first. Emma’s fingers slid across his chest, her mouth brushing his shoulder. Lucy’s lips followed the line of his jaw. Zoey’s hands cradled his thighs, thumbs circling slowly. Scarlet pressed her breasts to his arm, whispering his name. Stella straddled his hips without lowering herself yet, her body lithe and glowing in the dusk light.

And then Rose leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Let us show you everything."

Jude arched into the touch.

The circle moved.

Hands touched hands. Bodies shifted. Lucy kissed Sophie while still stroking Jude’s chest. Layla leaned forward and kissed Zoey. Grace licked a spiral into Stella’s spine. Everything was connection. Every touch was intention.

Then Stella lowered herself onto him - slow, deep, deliberate.

He gasped.

So did she.

Their bodies aligned perfectly, and she began to ride him, soft at first, her movements sensual waves rolling through him. He was pinned in the center of them all, helpless but worshiped. Kissed. Stroked. Entered.

Each time Stella paused, another took her place.

Grace followed, her rhythm more urgent.

Then Susan, moving in slow circles.

Then Natalie, her mouth pressed to his as she rode him hard.

Then Layla, fierce and raw.

Then Zoey, her fingernails digging into his chest.

Each one left their scent on his skin, their moan in his ear.

He lost track of time. Of names. Of motion.

It became one long spiral of pleasure.

They worked in waves - touch, mount, release, kiss, whisper, pull away. Then the next. Each climax was a new ignition. Each cry from their throats echoed through the stones and trees like a hymn. The forest shuddered around them. The stone beneath him pulsed in time with his heartbeat.

And when Lucy mounted him, it felt final.

Her body wrapped around him, warm, wet, aching for him, and he met her with everything he had left. Their mouths stayed locked. Her moans turned into sobs of pleasure. When he came, he saw stars - real ones. The sky had opened above the grove, and starlight poured down like liquid silver.

She collapsed onto his chest.

They were both trembling.

The others laid around them, soft and panting, their bodies spent, their eyes half-closed. The ritual was complete. The stone cooled beneath him again, satisfied.

Rose leaned over him, kissed his mouth once more, then whispered, "You’ve opened it."

Jude blinked up at her. "Opened what?"

"The island’s heart."

Far away, the earth rumbled.

A low, deep vibration like thunder in the roots.

Lucy sat up, her hair wild, her face glowing. "Did you feel that?"

Sophie nodded. "Something just woke up."

They helped Jude sit. The stone was no longer glowing, but it had changed - it was warmer, lighter, almost weightless. As if it had released something stored for centuries.

They looked around at one another.

Something was coming.

Not a threat.

A presence.

The spiral had answered.

From the depths of the forest, where the trees grew oldest and the roots ran thickest beneath the earth, the air began to change. It wasn’t just the afterglow humming through their bones, or the way the stars burned brighter now as if drawn closer by the spiral - it was something else. Something new. A wind that didn’t rustle leaves but curled into their skin like fingers. A pressure, low and growing, that vibrated in their spines.

They rose from the stone slowly, Jude the last to move. His body ached in the most exquisite ways, tender and used and full. Lucy clung to his side, still slick with sweat and sex, her body glowing faintly as if she’d absorbed the stars themselves. Around them, the others dressed, or didn’t. Clothes no longer mattered the way they used to. The wraps fell across curves and shoulders, sheer and ceremonial, but every one of them still gleamed in the moonlight.