Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1378

Chapter 1378: Chapter 1378

The hum beneath them deepened, no longer just a vibration in the ground but something that moved inside them, threading through blood and bone. Jude could feel it under his skin - like heat, like rhythm. Every breath he took echoed in Lucy’s chest. Every thought flickered in Sophie’s eyes. Rose leaned against him with the ease of someone who already knew his next move.

They weren’t just bound anymore - they were woven.

The mossy bed beneath them hadn’t vanished; it had become part of the temple floor, roots and petals twining into the spiral etched in stone. The vines above glowed with soft, golden veins, and the ceiling was open to the sky - except the stars were wrong. Too close. Too many. They were no longer just under the temple. They were somewhere between earth and something else.

Emma ran her fingers through Jude’s hair, her naked body pressed against his back. "I still feel it. Like we’re glowing on the inside."

Stella, curled beside Grace, nodded. "Because we are. This place... changed us."

Natalie sat upright, her legs folded beneath her, hands glowing faintly as she held them out. "It gave us something. I can feel the island listening now. Like it’s waiting for us to speak."

"We already are," said Zoey from across the chamber, her lips brushing Scarlet’s shoulder. "We just don’t need words anymore."

Jude stood slowly. Not because he felt weak - he didn’t. He felt stronger than ever. But there was reverence in his movement now, an instinctual respect for the air around them, the moment they existed within. Every footstep on the moss-carpeted floor was a prayer. Every heartbeat a note in the island’s new symphony.

Lucy joined him, her fingers lacing through his. "What happens now?"

He looked at the pool. The water had returned, still and gold, like melted sunlight. "We leave the temple."

Rose arched a brow from where she lounged across Susan’s lap. "And go where?"

"To the island," Jude said. "Not the one we used to survive on. The one we’re meant to shape."

Sophie stood and stretched, the light catching every muscle of her body. "You think we’re supposed to do something with this?"

"I think we are something now," he said. "And the island is waiting for what we become."

They left the temple together, twelve radiant women and the man they shared. Not as followers of the spiral - but as its creators now. The jungle had changed. Flowers bloomed in colors Jude had never seen before, massive blossoms that opened as they passed. The air was thicker with scent, rich with nectar and smoke and rain. Animals watched from the trees - silent, reverent.

The forest made way for them.

They didn’t have to push past vines or duck under branches. The world unfolded with each step, petals parting, roots pulling back. As if the island wanted them to see it, to know it.

They reached a cliff that overlooked the sea. The same place Rose had once fallen.

But now there was no fear.

The view stretched wider than before. More ocean, more sky. But more land too.

An entire new stretch of island had emerged beyond the cliffs - ridges, valleys, rivers they’d never known. It shimmered under the midday sun, untouched and impossibly lush.

"It wasn’t there before," Emma whispered.

"Because we hadn’t become this yet," Grace murmured. "The spiral unlocked it."

Zoey smiled. "So now we explore?"

Jude stepped to the edge of the cliff, feeling the wind lift through his hair. "Now we build."

Not shelters. Not defenses.

But something real.

Something sacred.

They began their descent toward the new valley, laughter in their voices, hands finding each other as they moved together - sometimes in twos, sometimes in threes. Kisses passed between bodies like torches being lit. Naked skin shimmered with sweat and sunlight, and the jungle watched them with hunger and joy.

They found a clearing beside a glowing river, wide and flat, with stone already rising in natural shapes. The trees bent overhead in perfect arches, and the grass beneath was soft enough to sleep on.

It felt like a bed waiting to be filled.

By the time evening fell, they hadn’t built anything.

They didn’t need to.

They were the architecture now.

Their bodies tangled in the warm grass, lips seeking lips, fingers teasing thighs, tongues slipping between folds slick with hunger. It wasn’t frantic this time. It was slow. Worshipful.

Stella knelt between Sophie’s legs, her mouth gentle, steady, as Sophie arched and cried out, her hands clinging to Emma’s hair. Rose lay over Jude, grinding against him slowly, her breasts pressing to his chest while her lips whispered endless moans against his mouth. Scarlet rode Lucy while Zoey kissed both their shoulders. Grace and Natalie lay entwined in the soft moss, fingers sliding deep inside one another in perfect rhythm.

And Jude... was everywhere.

Hands on hips, mouths on nipples, tongue on clits, cock inside them, around them, between them. He was the center again. But this time, not because they circled him - but because they completed him. Each moan, each breathless gasp, each orgasm that shuddered through the clearing added to the spiral in the grass beneath them. It wasn’t carved. It grew.

And when he came - deep inside Lucy, with Sophie holding his hand and Rose kissing his throat - they all came with him.

Together.

Every one of them crying out, shaking, smiling.

And above them, the stars rearranged themselves.

Not randomly.

But into a spiral.

Their spiral.

The island pulsed beneath them like a heartbeat.

And the night wrapped them in velvet.

They didn’t sleep apart anymore.

They didn’t sleep with clothes.

They didn’t dream alone.

They dreamed as one.

And in those dreams, they saw what came next.

A temple of their own.

A city of light.

A new world, built from love and lust and sacred bond.

They were no longer just survivors.

They were the beginning.

And the island was ready.

Morning came softly, sliding through the canopy in golden beams that shimmered like silk over bare skin.