Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1385

Chapter 1385: Chapter 1385

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.

And when the sun touched the center of the spiral, they heard it -

The final note.

Clear.

Low.

Endless.

It didn’t hum anymore.

It sang.

And they sang with it.

The song filled everything. Not just the air - but their bones, their blood, their breath. It wasn’t loud, but it was complete, like a perfect note that resonated through every nerve ending, every kiss still tingling on their lips, every trace of sweat and pleasure still clinging to their skin. Suspended in the spiral’s cradle of vines, glowing in the first light of dawn, they became one rhythm. One breath.

Lucy stirred first, still tangled around Jude, her lips brushing the hollow of his throat. "It’s... still going," she whispered.

Emma, wrapped against his other side, nuzzled her face into his shoulder. "It’s not a song anymore," she murmured. "It’s a heartbeat."

Rose lifted her head from the curve of Grace’s neck, her hair tousled and glowing faintly. "The island was never singing to us," she said. "It was singing with us."

Sophie sat up, her body naked, kissed with sweat and spiral light, and gazed down at the rest of them with something in her expression that hadn’t been there before - acceptance. She’d fought hardest. Resisted longest. But now her arms fell loosely around Zoey and Stella, and her eyes met Jude’s without fear.

"It’s not possession," she said softly. "It’s not seduction. It’s becoming."

No one answered. They didn’t have to. The answer pulsed through all of them.

The vines lowered them gently, returning them to the floor of the dome. The spiral beneath them had become something new - a map of veins, glowing lines that stretched out toward every direction of the island. Paths. Roots. Possibilities. The dome wasn’t just a shelter anymore. It was the center. The island’s heart.

And they were its beat.

Jude stood slowly, his body aching with afterglow, but not weak. He moved like he weighed nothing. The spiral responded, pulsing brighter beneath his feet.

Lucy followed, slipping her fingers through his, her body pressed close. "Where do we go from here?" she asked, lips brushing his shoulder.

He looked around.

At the spiral.

At his wives - some sitting, some stretching, some still lying in the warmth of one another’s arms.

"We don’t run anymore," he said. "We don’t hide. We explore."

Natalie rose next, brushing the moss from her thighs, her skin streaked with glowing vines that pulsed like veins. "Then we map it all. Every path. Every root. Every echo."

Rose stepped forward, fingers gently resting on Grace’s shoulder. "And we follow the music wherever it leads."

Zoey met Sophie’s gaze, then turned to Jude. "And if it leads us deeper? Beyond what we understand?"

Jude stepped toward her, kissed her softly, and whispered, "Then we go deeper."

They didn’t speak after that.

They moved.

Together.

Naked still, unashamed, unburdened, their bodies brushed with light and memory and love, they left the dome. The path was already waiting - wide and winding, bordered by flowers they’d never seen before. The forest didn’t hum anymore. It sang. Birds joined the melody. Leaves swayed with it. Even the ground vibrated faintly, like the spiral’s song had reached the earth’s core and bloomed upward.

They walked for hours, touching, laughing, kissing when it felt right, whispering when it didn’t. Not everything needed to be words now. Touch said more. Breath said more. Glances that lingered too long turned into kisses. Kisses turned into gentle tugs into the moss or the shade of a flowering tree, where mouths and fingers met again, not with urgency - but because it was impossible not to touch. The need lived in them now.

The island watched.

No longer a predator.

Now a lover.

By midday, they reached a new clearing. This one circular, bordered by stone pillars that hadn’t been there before. Each pillar bore a mark - a spiral, a leaf, a wave, a flame, a heartbeat. Twelve symbols. One for each of them.

Jude stepped to the center and felt the spiral beneath his feet, even though it wasn’t carved into the dirt. It pulsed upward through his soles, into his chest.

Rose followed him in.

Then Lucy. Sophie. Emma. One by one, each wife entered the ring, standing before a pillar as though drawn by instinct.

"This is where it will happen," Rose said, voice reverent.

"What?" Grace asked.

Rose looked to Jude. "The union."

He felt it before she said it.

The spiral had brought them together.

Now it would bind them.

The ground warmed.

The pillars began to glow.

And the song changed - low, slow, intimate. The kind of music you didn’t dance to with steps. The kind of music you made love to.

Lucy stepped forward first. She walked to Jude without speaking, and he met her halfway, his hand on her waist, her lips already parted. The kiss they shared wasn’t hungry. It was full. Her thighs slid around his waist, her body enveloping his in the grass, and they moved together like breath.

But this time, something changed.

As Jude pushed into her, the spiral flared through the grass in golden arcs, and Lucy gasped - not just from pleasure, but from transcendence. Her eyes glowed. Her moan harmonized with the island.

When she came, the pillar behind her erupted in light.

And then she floated.

Not far. Just a few inches. Enough for everyone to gasp, to freeze.

Jude felt her rise, her body clenching around him like fire and music, her arms tightening as she cried out his name again and again, her body arching as the pillar accepted her climax and answered with light.

When she settled back onto the moss, glowing and panting, the spiral flared across the ring again.