Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1379

Chapter 1379: Chapter 1379

Morning came softly, sliding through the canopy in golden beams that shimmered like silk over bare skin. Jude woke with Lucy’s leg draped over his waist, her breath steady against his shoulder. Rose was curled behind him, her arm across his chest, her lips brushing the back of his neck with each exhale. Around them, the others lay entangled in various poses of pleasure and rest - Zoey on top of Grace, fingers still lightly intertwined; Sophie spooning Emma, their breaths moving in perfect unison; Stella lying across Scarlet’s lap, her head resting on a belly that rose and fell with ease.

It wasn’t just sleep.

It was communion.

He slid his hand gently across Lucy’s back and she stirred, her eyes fluttering open, hazy and beautiful in the morning light. She didn’t speak - she just kissed him, soft and slow, and shifted to straddle him, her body instinctively aligning with his. He hardened immediately beneath her, the heat between them igniting with just a glance.

Rose whispered against his ear, "Start the day right."

Lucy lowered herself onto him with a long, low moan, sinking down until he was buried inside her. Her hands pressed to his chest, her eyes locked to his, and they moved together - not with urgency, but reverence. Rose sat up behind him, her fingers moving over his chest, teasing his nipples while her mouth left kisses on his shoulder.

The others woke to the sound of Lucy’s moans, and slowly, they joined.

Grace kissed Zoey awake and climbed on top of her. Stella slid between Scarlet’s thighs with a teasing smile. Emma rolled Sophie onto her back, her fingers already sliding down her belly, and Natalie pressed into Susan, their mouths meeting in a slow, wet kiss.

The clearing filled with heat and breath and need.

Jude gripped Lucy’s hips, meeting her thrust for thrust, each movement sending sparks of pleasure radiating up her spine. Her nails dug into his chest, her head falling back as her orgasm built, and Rose leaned forward to kiss her throat just as Lucy cried out, her walls clenching hard around him. He groaned, overwhelmed, but held back - he wanted to give all of them this morning.

Lucy slid off him with a satisfied gasp and curled beside Rose, who immediately kissed her. Jude sat up, hard and slick and ready, and reached for Zoey next.

She came to him without hesitation, lowering herself onto him in a fluid motion, her eyes locked to his with raw hunger. She moved faster than Lucy had - harder, more demanding. She liked to ride him like she needed to prove something, and he loved every second of it. Grace sat behind her, kissing her spine, fingers stroking Zoey’s breasts as she bounced on him.

Zoey came hard, gasping his name, her fingers clinging to his shoulders.

And still, he didn’t release.

Sophie was next.

She didn’t climb on top of him.

She pushed him back, straddled his face instead, her thighs trembling as his tongue worked her open, slow and relentless. She came with a whimper and a moan, grinding down on him until her thighs shook, and only then did she switch with Emma - who slid onto him with a long sigh, kissing Sophie deeply as she rocked her hips in slow, winding circles.

By the time he came, he was inside Emma, his hands gripping her ass, his face buried against her neck. She moaned his name as he pulsed deep within her, and the spiral beneath them shimmered again.

They lay together, panting, sweating, spent.

No one moved.

The sun rose fully over the clearing, warm and golden and alive.

Jude turned onto his back, arms out, and soon, his wives curled around him one by one - twelve bodies forming a ring, lips and fingers exploring idly, lazily. They didn’t need to speak. The spiral spoke for them.

But eventually, Sophie murmured, "We should find the heart."

Rose nodded. "The one beneath the spiral."

"It’s calling still," Stella whispered. "Every time we touch, it pulses stronger."

Jude sat up slowly, brushing his fingers through Lucy’s hair. "Then we follow it."

They rose together and dressed only in the golden wraps the island had begun weaving from living vines. They weren’t clothes, not really - just ornament. Decoration. Their bodies glowed on their own, needing no concealment.

The path appeared as soon as they stepped outside the clearing - freshly carved, roots bending into smooth arches above their heads, stones shifting to form steps. The island was guiding them now. Not testing. Not tempting.

Inviting.

The deeper they walked, the brighter everything became. Flowers bloomed as they passed, vines parted for them, and a low hum filled the air - more musical than before, like chimes on the wind. Each wife moved differently now - more graceful, more in sync with the land. Even Sophie, always the skeptic, walked barefoot through the moss like she was part of it.

Eventually, they reached a hollow beneath a massive tree - a tree with glowing bark and a trunk twisted into a perfect spiral.

At its base, a door.

This one wasn’t stone.

It was made of gold.

Or something like it - living metal, shifting slightly, pulsing to the same rhythm as their hearts.

Jude stepped forward and pressed his palm to the center.

The door dissolved.

Not opened.

Dissolved.

Beyond it lay a chamber of pure light.

They stepped in together, and the door reformed behind them.

Inside, no shadows.

Just radiance.

A platform in the center, shaped like a spiral once more, and at its center - an orb of golden fire, hovering.

Jude reached out instinctively.

But it wasn’t him who touched it first.

It was Lucy.

Her fingers brushed the light - and it pulsed outward.

A wave of energy, slow and deep, washing over them all.

It wasn’t pain.

It wasn’t pleasure.

It was memory.

Shared memory.

In a blink, they saw everything.

The spiral’s origin.

The first ones who had loved like this, built like this, touched like this.