Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1384

Chapter 1384: Chapter 1384

Jude lay on the moss-covered bed in the center, tangled between Lucy and Emma, their legs draped over his, their hands resting across his stomach and chest. Their skin was flushed and soft, marked with faint spirals of gold and black that had become permanent - not tattoos, not burns, but living echoes of their awakening. Lucy had fallen asleep, lips parted against Jude’s neck, her breath hot and steady. Emma was awake still, tracing slow circles over his ribs with her fingertip.

"They’ll never find us, will they?" she whispered.

Jude blinked slowly, staring up at the arching ceiling above them. "Who?"

"The world. The life we left. Whoever we were before." She shifted closer, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. "I can’t even remember what we were escaping anymore."

He turned to look at her, brushing a curl from her cheek. "Maybe we weren’t escaping. Maybe we were being summoned."

Emma smiled faintly. "You sound like Rose."

He didn’t deny it.

Because Rose wasn’t just a person anymore. She had become the voice of the island, the echo of its desire. Not corrupted. Not possessed. Chosen.

From the corner of the dome, soft gasps and moans rose again. Grace was pinned beneath Stella, her fingers locked in her hair, her back arching as Stella’s tongue moved between her thighs with slow, skilled devotion. Across from them, Sophie stood against a pillar, eyes closed, her body pressed between her mirror and Zoey, their mouths devouring her neck and chest, hands sliding up her stomach.

Natalie was in the bathing pool, half-submerged, her legs spread beneath the surface as Susan knelt behind her, kissing her shoulder while her fingers moved lazily between Natalie’s legs. The sound of water lapping gently against skin made Lucy stir in her sleep, her body instinctively pressing tighter against Jude.

He kissed her temple.

Then slowly, carefully, he moved.

Emma rose with him, taking his hand. She didn’t need to ask where he was going. She knew. They passed through the dome quietly, barefoot and naked, slipping into the night.

The forest had changed again.

Not in shape. But in welcome.

It no longer twisted to test them or tried to confuse their steps. The trees parted, vines unraveling before them, the path lit by tiny glowing blossoms that bloomed in their wake. Everything breathed in harmony.

They reached the waterfall.

The same one Rose had fallen from.

Now it shimmered gold in the moonlight, no longer menacing, no longer wild. Tamed - but not broken. Jude knelt at the edge, cupped his hands in the cool water, and drank.

Emma dipped her toes in. "This place is sacred now."

"It always was," he said. "We just didn’t know how to listen."

Emma stepped into the pool fully, the water sliding over her curves like it belonged there. She turned back toward him, hair plastered to her neck and shoulders, breasts rising and falling with her breath. "Come in."

He did.

The water was cold at first, but his body warmed quickly. He swam to her, pulled her close. Their skin met beneath the surface, thighs brushing, chests touching. She straddled him in the shallows, arms wrapped around his neck, their mouths meeting with the hunger they hadn’t had time to feed before.

Jude groaned into her kiss as she slid down onto him, the heat of her wrapping around him like the spiral itself. She moaned into his mouth, rolling her hips in the water, her legs tightening around his waist.

Every thrust sent ripples across the pool, droplets sparkling in the air like stardust. Her hands dug into his back, nails trailing along his spine as he moved deeper inside her, her moans soft and rising with every slow, deliberate stroke.

"You feel like fire," she gasped. "Like the island’s inside you."

He buried his face in her neck, licking the water from her skin. "You’re what it gave me. You all are."

Emma cried out as her climax surged through her, her body clenching tight around him, her lips open against his cheek. He held her through it, thrusting harder now, chasing his own release until it hit him like a wave crashing over the rocks. They sank into the water together, panting, trembling, her head on his shoulder.

And somewhere in the forest, something sighed.

When they returned to the dome, the others were waiting - not awake, not gathered, but sleeping in soft clusters around the spiral. Susan and Grace lay curled together like lovers from a forgotten dream. Natalie was sprawled across Zoey’s lap, her fingers loosely laced with Lucy’s. Rose was standing near the center, her mirror brushing her hair out in slow, patient strokes.

She turned as Jude and Emma entered.

Her smile was gentle. Knowing.

"You heard it too," she said softly.

Jude nodded. "It’s not done with us."

"No," Rose agreed. "But now we guide it. Not the other way around."

Lucy woke then, lifting her head from the moss with a sleepy sound. Her eyes found Jude’s instantly. "Come to bed," she whispered, reaching for him.

He crossed the room, took her hand, and lay beside her, Emma curling behind him. Rose joined them. Then Zoey. Then Grace.

They pressed their bodies together, one by one, until the pile of them was warm and tight and slow-moving with touch and breath and pleasure. The spiral glowed beneath them.

Jude kissed each of them.

Touched each of them.

Made love to them through the night - slowly, deeply, fully - never alone, never rushed. Each body opened to him like a bloom to sunlight, moaning his name, meeting his rhythm with eagerness, their pleasure bound to his in spiraling waves.

By dawn, they were all exhausted, glowing, spent.

And the spiral had begun to rise.

Physically.

The platform lifted off the ground, carried by vines that grew from the earth itself, raising their bodies gently into the center of the dome as sunlight poured through the glassy ceiling.

They floated together, embraced in a circle of naked limbs and quiet kisses.