Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1373

Chapter 1373: Chapter 1373

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.

Jude stood with Lucy, his arm around her waist, watching Rose step off the stone first and walk barefoot to the edge of the clearing. Her body moved like it had weight in a different gravity now - graceful and commanding, as if she’d become the island’s voice itself. She raised her arms, and the trees bowed forward. No sound, no wind, no magic spell. They simply bent.

"They’re coming," Rose said.

Sophie stiffened. "Who?"

Rose didn’t answer. But then the humming began again - not theirs this time. Not the spiral’s rhythm pulsing in their bones, but something... older. Larger. The harmony of the island’s own breath. A chorus of voices, soft and unhuman, joined in the distance, surrounding the clearing, deepening the energy they’d summoned. The ground pulsed, like a heartbeat underfoot.

Zoey moved closer to Jude. "I don’t like this."

"You don’t have to," Rose said gently. "You only have to listen."

The chorus grew louder.

Then they appeared.

Not quite figures, not shadows, not beasts. They emerged from the tree line like smoke shaped into women. Humanoid, tall, luminous with glowing eyes and smooth skin that shimmered like bark dusted with gold. Twelve of them. One for each wife. They stood silent on the edge of the clearing, unmoving. Watching.

The grove went silent again.

No birds. No wind. Just the sound of breath.

Jude’s chest rose and fell rapidly. "Are they... copies of you?"

"No," Rose said softly. "They are us . Or what we’re becoming."

Sophie stepped forward. "What do they want?"

Rose looked over her shoulder, her smile serene. "To offer us the final joining."

Jude stepped back. "Final?"

"Union. Not just among us," she explained, "but with the island. With the source of the spiral. Total belonging."

Emma’s brow furrowed. "What does that even mean?"

"They become part of us," Natalie whispered, eyes wide. "Or we become part of them."

Jude’s pulse thundered. He looked to Lucy, then Sophie, then Zoey, each reflecting fear and arousal in equal measure. Their connection wasn’t just to him anymore. It was to something greater. The spiral had unlocked desire, pleasure, love - but also something... divine.

Rose stepped into the circle of watchers.

One of the luminous beings reached for her, palm open.

She accepted.

The moment their hands touched, Rose glowed brighter - her body lifting slightly off the ground, eyes wide, back arched. A sound slipped from her lips - half moan, half gasp - and her body pulsed once, twice, then dimmed softly. The figure stepped back. Rose fell to her knees, panting, overwhelmed but smiling.

"It doesn’t hurt," she whispered. "It’s like... being filled with light."

The watchers moved forward as one.

Each one stopped before one of the women.

One before Lucy.

One before Sophie.

One before Emma.

One before Zoey.

And so on.

Jude stood in the center, surrounded again. His body tensed, uncertain. He wanted to protect them, pull them back, stop whatever was coming - but none of them moved. None retreated. Not even Zoey.

Then the watchers kissed them.

It was slow. Sensual. Nothing forced. Their mouths met with a reverence that made Jude’s knees weak. Lucy gasped into her watcher’s mouth, her hands curling around its neck as it kissed her deeper. Sophie leaned into hers, eyes fluttering closed as the glow from their bodies fused. Emma’s legs gave out, and she clung to hers like a lover in the throes of climax.

Jude watched, stunned, aroused, unable to look away.

Each of his wives moaned as their watcher touched them, worshipped them, kissed them with alien patience and boundless affection. The clearing filled with the sounds of sex - not rough or greedy, but slow, indulgent, sacred.

Rose looked at him from her place on the ground, her voice barely audible. "This is the union."

The spiral didn’t just want their pleasure. It wanted their surrender. Their transformation.

Lucy’s watcher laid her down, kissing down her body slowly, its glowing hands cupping her breasts, mouth moving lower. She cried out, her back arching, fingers digging into the moss. The watcher didn’t stop. It made love to her - not with frenzy, but with ceremony. She writhed beneath it, whispering Jude’s name even as her body quaked under another’s touch.

And still, she wasn’t taken away.

She reached for Jude blindly, her hand seeking his.

He rushed to her side.

The watcher didn’t flinch. It allowed him. Expected him.

Jude took her hand and kissed her knuckles, his lips trembling. "I’m here."

Lucy gasped again, her hips lifting, her thighs quivering. "Don’t leave me..."

"I’m not," he whispered. "I never will."

Then the watcher rose, stepped back.

And Lucy pulled Jude down to her, tugging him into her arms, into her warmth, into her body.

She was soaked, shaking, glowing.

He slid into her without resistance.

Her moan split the sky.

The others cried out too - one after another - as their watchers stepped back and let them collapse into their chosen man, into their spiral’s center. Jude didn’t even notice the watchers fading. One by one, they disappeared into the trees, their light absorbed back into the island, leaving behind only ecstasy.