Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women -
Chapter 1380
Chapter 1380: Chapter 1380
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 a 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.
Not humans.
Something older.
Something sacred.
And now - they were part of it.
When the light faded, they stood in silence.
Changed.
Again.
Lucy turned to Jude, glowing brighter than ever. "We’re not just on the island."
Rose kissed his temple. "We are the island now."
And Jude, standing in the center of his spiral of wives, knew it was true.
This wasn’t the end.
It was only the beginning.
The light faded slowly, like a sunrise reversing, and they were left standing in the quiet center of something ancient and alive. Jude felt it under his feet - the heartbeat of the island was no longer a distant thrum. It pulsed in perfect rhythm with his own. The orb in the center hovered just inches above the platform now, softly flickering like flame seen through glass.
Lucy stepped back from it, her eyes wide, gold swirling like sunlight in stormy water. "I saw everything," she whispered. "Not in words. Not even in visions. Just... truth."
Rose came beside her, brushing a strand of hair from Lucy’s cheek. "It’s always been here. Waiting for someone to love the land enough to wake it."
"We didn’t just wake it," Stella murmured, eyes fixed on the glowing core. "We completed it."
Jude approached the orb again. It felt warm now, inviting. He didn’t touch it, but it pulled at him with a gravity deeper than any desire. The others gathered close, forming a circle around the spiral platform, every step in tune, every gaze soft but wild.
"It’s a heart," Zoey said, her voice low and reverent. "Not a machine. Not a weapon. A living heart."
"And we’re inside it," Natalie added. "This whole island is its body."
Emma exhaled slowly. "So we’re inside something alive."
"No," Jude said. "We’re part of it now."
There was no doubt left in him.
He turned to face them, all twelve of them - his wives, his soulmates, his companions through every fire and storm. Each one shining in her own way, some with wildness in their eyes, others with quiet grace. They were no longer tethered by human rules, no longer waiting for rescue or reason.
"We need to build here," he said. "A home, yes. But also a temple. A place where this energy flows freely."
Sophie raised a brow. "You want us to build a church?"
"Not worship," Jude said. "A celebration. A sanctuary. A place for us to thrive."
Rose’s fingers slid into his hand. "And love."
"And burn," Zoey added with a smirk, reaching for Grace.
Their fingers met, and in that small touch, the chamber rippled again, light dancing along the spiral. The orb pulsed. The island responded.
They had become the island’s voice.
They began building that very day. Not with tools or plans or blueprints. They built with instinct. With breath. With hands slick from pleasure and dirt. Vines wove themselves at their touch, stone softened beneath their feet. Trees bent gently to offer branches, leaves reshaped themselves into walls, canopies, archways. The first structure was a dome - open to the stars but enclosed in a ring of gold-veined stone. Beds formed from moss. Pools filled from natural springs. And always, the spiral etched itself beneath every room, every curve, as though the island itself signed its name in their work.
Nights were longer now, not because of time, but because of what they filled them with.
Scarlet was the first to crawl to him that night - naked, hair wet from the pool, skin glowing with a sheen of arousal. She straddled Jude without a word, her hips lowering until he was inside her in one fluid motion, and the fire ignited in his spine. She rode him slowly, every movement deliberate, her body sliding against his as the others watched, touched, joined.
Lucy kissed him as Scarlet moved - slow, passionate kisses that made his head spin. Rose lay beside him, legs wrapped around Emma’s waist as Emma fucked her with fingers soaked in heat and want. Stella and Zoey took turns on Sophie, their mouths moving over her like a storm of mouths and moans. Natalie and Grace clung to each other nearby, their bodies twisting together like vines.
Jude groaned as Scarlet clenched around him, her orgasm crashing through her like a wave. She gasped his name, her eyes fluttering closed, and collapsed against his chest, trembling. He pulled her close, kissed her forehead, then looked to Susan - who was already crawling over, her eyes dark with hunger.
He had no rest. None of them did.
Because their bodies had become conduits of the spiral.
They took each other, over and over. Climax became breath. Breath became unity.
In the morning, the dome had expanded.
The island grew with them.
More space.
More light.
More beds.
More need.
More love.
Jude never chose between them anymore.
He didn’t have to.
Each wife took him when she needed him. Some with slow, sacred movements. Others with feral hunger. They worshipped each other. Bathed each other. Fed each other with fruits and kisses and words that belonged only to their spiral.
By the third sunrise, the dome pulsed with light when they touched.
Rose whispered into his ear one morning, curled against his side, her fingers lazily tracing his chest. "Do you feel it yet? The rhythm? The way your body matches the island’s?"
He nodded, eyes half-closed. "It’s like I can’t tell where I end anymore."
"You don’t," she said softly. "None of us do."
And when he entered her again that morning, slow and deep, surrounded by the breathless sounds of the others in pleasure, the dome shimmered and began to hum.
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