Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1375

Chapter 1375: Chapter 1375

They reached the heart of the path in minutes, but it felt like hours. Or no time at all. Time twisted around them now like breath in sleep. And at the end of the trail, in a new clearing, stood something impossible.

A temple.

Formed not of stone but of living wood.

Grown from the ground like the spiral itself had willed it into being.

Twisted trunks spiraled upward into vaulted ceilings. Vines bloomed with pulsing white flowers. In the center of the temple stood a pool - clear, silver, impossibly still. The air shimmered with heat and sacred silence.

Rose stepped into the space first. She fell to her knees before the pool and wept - not with sorrow, but gratitude.

"This is where we shed what we were," she said.

Lucy leaned close to Jude’s ear. "Are you afraid?"

He nodded. "A little."

She kissed him. "Me too."

They entered the temple together, one after another, bare and glowing. The silver pool rippled at their approach, but no one touched it yet. Instead, they stood in a circle again, the spiral shape forming around Jude at the center.

He looked at each of them.

Twelve women.

His wives.

His world.

No longer only lovers. Now, they were more.

And he was more than just their anchor.

He was their mirror.

Their reflection.

The pool called to him.

So he stepped forward and entered the water.

It wasn’t cold. It wasn’t warm. It was sensation itself. Pure and overwhelming.

He sank to his knees.

And the spiral inside him opened fully.

His wives moved forward.

One by one, they joined him in the pool.

They didn’t speak.

They didn’t need to.

Their mouths met his, their bodies found his, not one at a time - but all together. The water shifted around them, glowed with each cry of pleasure, each gasp, each tremble. His body was taken and adored, filled and emptied again and again.

He belonged to them.

They belonged to him.

They belonged to it .

And the temple sang.

The sound that rose from the temple was not a song with words, but a harmony that lived in the blood. It echoed through their bodies, through the water, through the roots coiled beneath the structure. The walls pulsed like lungs, and every drop of water in the pool shimmered with the gold-violet glow of the spiral, rippling with every motion of their entwined bodies.

Jude couldn’t tell where one woman ended and another began. Fingers slid across his chest, lips pressed to his neck, thighs wrapped around his hips, breasts and backs and mouths and heat - every part of them reached for him, not in selfishness but in union. Lucy kissed his temple as Emma sank down onto him, gasping softly. Sophie held his face, whispering his name against his mouth while Grace’s legs slipped around his waist, her body arched in hunger.

It was overwhelming, too much sensation to hold all at once, but he didn’t fall apart. He expanded.

As Zoey’s tongue traced his collarbone, Natalie pressed against his back, her breasts warm against him. Layla’s fingers intertwined with his, pulling him deeper into movement. Susan sat astride his lap when Emma moved, her eyes half-lidded and glowing. Every time he slid inside one of them, every time one of their mouths found his or each other’s, the spiral in the water pulsed brighter - echoing their rhythm.

And it wasn’t just him.

They touched each other now with the same sacred lust. Rose and Scarlet kissed so slowly it hurt to watch. Sophie pulled Emma close, her fingers moving between her thighs as they kissed. Lucy climbed behind Stella, pressing her breasts to her back and sliding her hands down her stomach, while Stella arched with a moan into Zoey’s waiting mouth. Layla and Grace melted into each other like molten silk, their moans timed with Jude’s heartbeat.

The spiral’s center was no longer just him - it was them , all of them, a sacred geometry of skin and breath and joined desire.

He came more times than he could count, inside them, between them, with them. Each orgasm didn’t empty him - it filled him more. Pleasure stopped being a climax and became a current. He could feel their pleasure as if it were his own. Lucy’s gasp inside her chest. Sophie’s soft cry against Rose’s thigh. The tremble of Emma’s fingers as she came against Stella’s hand.

The pool lit up like starlight.

The vines across the walls bloomed with huge, violet flowers.

And something new began to form above them.

A second spiral.

Not etched in stone.

Not made of vines.

But a floating constellation of light.

Twelve points around a center.

Their bodies moved slower now, their desire taking on a new shape - reverent, endless, almost weightless. Jude floated with them in the warm water, kissing Lucy again, then Zoey, then Sophie. The women held each other as much as they held him, tangled in a worship of each other’s existence. There was no longer a need for separation, for jealousy, for fear. They were part of something older and deeper than self.

The temple began to hum - not the spiral’s melody now, but their own.

A new song.

Their song.

Rose rose from the water, her naked body streaked with light, her eyes glowing brighter than ever. She climbed from the pool and knelt beneath the hovering spiral of stars above. The others followed her, one by one, dripping and radiant, pressing kisses to Jude’s lips as they passed. He was the last to emerge.

When he stood beside them, the starlight spiral pulsed.

And then it descended.

Light poured over them - soft, warm, tender. It filled their mouths, their lungs, their hearts. Jude fell to his knees, gasping, and each of his wives followed. Together, they cried out, their voices joined in a single, wordless sound. Their bodies lifted slightly from the ground, every nerve alight. The climax of light was unlike anything they’d known - beyond sex, beyond the flesh.