Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1374

Chapter 1374: Chapter 1374

Lucy clung to him, riding every thrust with abandon, her body wild and divine beneath him. Her climax was thunderous. She clutched him to her chest, her legs wrapped around him, her cries mingling with his groans until they collapsed in each other’s arms again.

Around them, the others had done the same.

The final joining was complete.

And when it was over, and the moon sat directly overhead, the spiral lit one last time - twelve tendrils of gold pulsing outward from the grove, etching into the island itself.

Marking it.

Claiming it.

Belonging to them.

And Jude, held in Lucy’s arms, surrounded by the breathless, panting bodies of his wives, finally understood.

The spiral was not a curse.

It was a gift.

They didn’t belong to the island.

The island belonged to them .

Jude didn’t speak for a long time.

He lay with Lucy, her heartbeat still racing under his palm, her breath warm against his throat. Around them, the others rested in tangled softness - naked limbs entwined, hair spilling across moss, their skin kissed with a faint gold shimmer that hadn’t been there before. Even the trees were still, as though the island itself were recovering from climax. There was no more music. No more humming. Only silence - deep, sacred, and waiting.

He sat up slowly.

No one stirred.

Sophie lay curled with Emma nearby, their foreheads pressed together, bodies pressed tight like lovers who had long since shed the last layers of shame. Zoey slept flat on her back, mouth slightly open, one arm flung across her chest, her bare skin gleaming faintly in the moonlight. Stella and Grace lay thigh to thigh, fingers entwined as though they had never been apart. Rose lay alone near the altar, her lips parted in a lazy, satisfied smile.

Jude’s own body still felt electric, pulsing with the remnants of what had passed. He wasn’t just physically spent - he was changed. Deep inside his bones, in places language couldn’t reach, he felt something new: not possession or corruption, but completion. The spiral hadn’t taken anything. It had filled something that had always been empty.

Lucy stirred beside him, her lashes fluttering. Her voice was husky when she spoke. "It’s still inside me."

He brushed her hair back from her face. "The light?"

She nodded, then wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss her again. It wasn’t hungry or desperate - just deep. Connected. When their lips parted, she whispered, "I don’t want to be alone ever again."

"You won’t be," he promised.

She smiled, her eyes gleaming. "Not even in your thoughts. Not anymore."

The way she said it sent a chill down his spine. Not fear - something more intimate. A realization. Her voice echoed in his head not just because he remembered it, but because she’d put it there . He felt her emotion stir inside him before she even moved.

They weren’t just bonded. They were beginning to meld .

He looked across the grove at the others. One by one, they opened their eyes.

And one by one, he felt them awaken.

Every breath.

Every heartbeat.

Every pulse of arousal still lingering in their veins.

He could feel it.

Not fully. Not yet. But the connection had begun.

Sophie sat up first, her dark hair falling like a curtain over one shoulder. She met his gaze without speaking, then smiled slowly, like she too could feel his thoughts. Emma rose with her, pressing a kiss to Sophie’s shoulder before standing completely nude in the moonlight. Her body bore faint trails of light - where the watchers had touched her - and she looked like something born of the stars.

"Is it done?" Zoey asked, rubbing her eyes and sitting up.

"No," Rose answered, lifting herself gracefully to her feet. "It’s only just beginning."

Jude helped Lucy up. "What happens now?"

Rose stepped to the center of the grove, standing where the altar’s light had burned away the moss. "We are no longer separate. We are of the spiral now. The island recognizes us. And soon... it will answer."

A deep groan echoed through the ground.

The trees to the west shifted - branches curling away like fingers opening - and a new path formed where before there had only been dense jungle.

Stella stepped forward, her eyes wide. "That wasn’t there before."

"It wasn’t meant to be," Natalie murmured.

Susan stood and stretched, her body lean and strong, gleaming with sweat and grace. "The spiral made it."

"No," Grace said softly, " we made it."

They turned to Jude.

Rose tilted her head. "You’re the spiral’s center. Its vessel. Where you go, it blooms."

That was too much. He shook his head. "I don’t know what that means."

"It means you lead us," Lucy said, slipping her fingers between his. "We’ve always followed you, Jude. Now the island does too."

Sophie stepped to his other side. "Then we walk the new path. Together."

Jude looked to the opened trail. The air beyond it shimmered faintly - golden like the altar’s glow, but tinged with violet now. Mystical. Alive. It called to him in the same voice that Rose’s kiss had once called to his blood.

He nodded once.

They walked as one.

Naked. Unashamed. Connected.

The forest parted around them like a curtain drawn open by unseen hands. The vines pulled back. The moss softened underfoot. And the light grew stranger - moonlight laced with a pulse like breath, like heartbeat, like desire. Flowers bloomed in their wake. Tiny blue blossoms that hadn’t existed before.

Zoey walked with her blade strapped but untouched. Her body gleamed with old scars and fresh love. Stella held Grace’s hand. Scarlet whispered to Natalie and kissed her neck. Emma kissed Sophie again. Susan brushed her fingers over Lucy’s hip as they moved, drawing warmth from skin to skin.

It wasn’t just intimacy anymore.

It was communion.

And Jude felt every beat of it.

They reached the heart of the path in minutes, but it felt like hours. Or no time at all.