Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1377

Chapter 1377: Chapter 1377

The stairwell pulsed with soft, golden light, each rootstep warm underfoot as Jude led the way downward. The air shifted as they descended - cooler, heavier, but alive with a hum that resonated in their bones. The spiral no longer sang with sound but with sensation. A shared pulse. Every breath he took, he could feel echoed in Lucy beside him, Sophie behind him, Rose just ahead, guiding with nothing but the certainty of her presence.

The light above faded. The living walls closed in tighter. The staircase wound deeper, and deeper still, and soon all they had was each other and the glow rising from their own bodies.

It was strange how natural their nudity felt now. None of them even thought to clothe themselves again after the temple. There was no need. Their bodies were no longer just bodies - they were vessels of the spiral’s will, of one another’s desire, connection, memory. Every brush of skin, every shared breath, was an affirmation. A promise.

Finally, the spiral stairs opened into a vast, underground chamber.

The ceiling arched high above like the inside of a colossal ribcage, roots forming curves that breathed with faint motion. The floor was soft moss and glowing fungi, casting a soft amber light. At the center of the chamber stood the door Jude had seen in the vision - massive, arched, shaped like two halves of a spiral meeting at the middle. It was made of some dark, smooth stone that looked wet, though it wasn’t, veined with glowing gold.

And standing in front of it was the figure.

Not Watcher.

Not beast.

A woman.

She was tall, regal, her body wrapped in a flowing gown of shadow and light. Her hair shimmered like moonlight on water, and her eyes were pure gold. But what stunned Jude most wasn’t her beauty - it was the way all his wives inhaled when they saw her. Recognition. As if something ancient buried inside them suddenly bloomed.

The woman smiled.

"You’ve come."

Jude stepped forward, heart pounding. "Who are you?"

She looked at him, and her gaze went through his skin, straight to the soul. "I am what waits. What watches. What remembers. I am the First."

Rose dropped to her knees. Not in submission, but reverence. "We’ve seen you. In our dreams. In the spiral."

"Yes," the woman said. "Because you are of me."

The others slowly sank to their knees around Jude, hands touching the earth, some still holding each other, heads bowed. Jude didn’t kneel. He walked forward.

"You created the spiral?" he asked.

"No," she said. "The spiral created me. As it has now created you. "

Jude stood before her, naked, vulnerable, unafraid. "What do you want from us?"

She reached out - not to touch him, but to let him feel her warmth. Her voice softened. "To continue. To become. You have opened the temple. You have joined as one. Now, you must enter. "

"Enter what?" Sophie asked from behind him.

The woman turned to the great door. "This is the threshold of remembering. Beyond it is the island’s true heart. You will not walk it as mortals. You will walk it as what you’ve become."

Natalie’s voice was breathless. "And what are we now?"

The woman’s smile was like moonrise. "More."

She stepped aside.

The door pulsed once, twice, and then slowly began to open.

Inside, darkness.

But not empty.

Welcoming.

Sophie came to Jude’s side, then Lucy, then Rose. One by one the others joined him, until all twelve wives stood with him, hands touching, hearts pounding, bodies trembling not with fear - but with anticipation.

He stepped forward, and they followed.

Inside was not what they expected.

The chamber beyond was not dark at all.

It was light.

Soft.

Golden.

A field of tall, glowing grass spread before them, trees with silver leaves that shimmered in an eternal twilight sky. A gentle breeze passed, and it smelled of memory - honeysuckle and old books, fire and sweat, and the taste of someone’s mouth just before they whispered your name.

There was a circle of stones ahead.

At its center, a bed.

Enormous.

Round.

Covered in velvet moss and white petals.

The spiral glowed faintly in its center.

And Jude understood.

This was not a chamber of challenge.

It was a place of union.

Of transcendence.

Of final consummation.

He looked at Lucy, who smiled.

At Sophie, whose lips parted.

At Rose, whose hand found his chest.

They didn’t need to speak.

Together, they stepped onto the bed of moss.

Jude lay back as twelve women surrounded him.

Not only to love.

But to complete him.

They climbed atop him one by one - Lucy first, moaning as she slid down onto him, her walls hot and slick, her nails dragging down his chest as she rode him with worship in her eyes. Sophie kissed him while she moved, her lips tasting like dreams. Rose straddled his face as Lucy came, crying out, and he drank her in like the elixir she was, groaning as Rose pressed down against his tongue.

Zoey and Grace and Layla took him next, their bodies moving with such harmony it was like a dance. Natalie came on his fingers while Stella kissed him with aching hunger. Susan was gentle and deep, whispering his name over and over while Scarlet teased his thighs and Emma moaned against his neck, her hands stroking them both.

He was never empty.

Even as one slid off him, another slid on, their bodies welcoming him with heat and ache and pure, wild need. And every time he filled one of them, the spiral pulsed, and the grass around them shimmered, and the sky above deepened its hue.

They were not separate anymore.

They were one.

And when the final climax came, it was not just his - it was theirs . All of them cried out together, one breath, one heart, one soul, joined in love and pleasure and power.

The spiral burst into golden flame.

And the field disappeared.

They awoke - wrapped around each other - in the temple again.

But something had changed.

They were glowing.

Their skin held the shimmer of the divine.

Jude sat up, panting, trembling, smiling.

Rose kissed his chest.

Lucy touched his face.

Sophie whispered, "We’re not just human anymore, are we?"

"No," Jude breathed. "We’re more. "

And somewhere deep below them, the spiral turned once more.