Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1386

Chapter 1386: Chapter 1386

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.

And Emma stepped forward.

He took her next.

Her ride was harder, rougher, her moans sharp and demanding. She grabbed his hair. Bit his shoulder. Rode him like fire. And when she screamed his name, her pillar exploded in white.

And she hovered, too.

The pattern became clear.

Each wife. Each touch. Each climax.

Each one binding them deeper to the island - and to each other.

Sophie didn’t wait. She shoved Jude down, straddled him with a growl, and rocked her hips with fierce determination. Her eyes never left his. "If this is a ritual," she whispered, "then I want to burn through it."

And she did.

The spiral trembled beneath her. Her scream was loudest. Her light, brightest.

Zoey followed.

Then Natalie.

Then Grace and Stella together, mouths on Jude’s skin, their hands guiding each other, making him moan until both of them gasped and shook and lit their pillars in sync.

Susan’s climb was slow and steady, a tide pulling him deeper and deeper until he could barely breathe for how wet and soft and real she felt around him.

And finally, Rose.

She stood above him as the last pillar pulsed, her hands on his chest, her eyes golden. "This is the final note," she whispered. "Are you ready?"

"I was born ready," he said.

She took him in completely, her pace slow but devastating, her moans quiet but endless, her fingers tangled with his. As she came, she pulled him with her, both of them gasping as the entire circle lit up like a sunrise.

Twelve pillars.

Twelve flames.

One man.

One island.

The spiral became whole.

And the island sang.

Again.

The moment their bodies collapsed together in the center of the stone ring, the forest held its breath. The spiral beneath them no longer pulsed - it throbbed with a steady rhythm, like a giant heart synchronized with theirs. Jude lay in the middle, slick with sweat, glowing faintly in the dappled light, his chest rising and falling as Lucy nestled against him on one side, Rose on the other, their hands interlaced across his stomach. Around them, the others formed a circle, tangled in each other’s limbs, their bodies bare, glowing, and utterly at peace.

But the spiral wasn’t done.

As the sun reached its peak above them, a beam of golden light struck the center of the ring. The stone beneath Jude warmed instantly. He sat up, blinking against the brilliance, as the spiral began to shift again - not in color, but in form.

It started to rise.

Not vines this time. Not roots.

Stone.

Twelve spires, emerging from the ground like fingers, encircling the ring. Each carved with a different symbol - the same ones from the pillars. But now, the symbols glowed from within, pulsing in harmony with the spiral and the breath of the twelve women who had just sealed their bond to him.

"It’s choosing again," Rose said, lifting her head from Jude’s shoulder.

"What is?" Lucy asked, fingers brushing along his chest.

"The next path," Sophie whispered. She was sitting cross-legged now, her back arched like she’d been pulled into posture by something beyond will. "This wasn’t the end. It was the key."

Jude stood slowly, every muscle tingling, every nerve still raw with pleasure. "Then let’s open it."

At the center of the spiral, where his body had joined with each of theirs, the stone cracked.

Not in a jagged line.

But in a perfect circle.

A hatch.

The moss blew back, the vines slithered away, and the circular door slid open with a whisper, revealing a spiral staircase descending into warm golden light.

They stared in silence.

Zoey was first to move.

She stepped forward, touched the edge of the hatch, and looked back over her shoulder. "No blades," she said softly. "This isn’t a battle."

Emma followed next, brushing her fingers along Jude’s spine as she passed. "It’s a rebirth."

They descended one by one, barefoot, naked, unarmed - unafraid. The stone under their feet wasn’t cold anymore. It was warm, almost pulsing, and the deeper they went, the more the air changed. It smelled of honey and salt, earth and desire. Sweet and dark, familiar and forbidden.

At the bottom, the spiral opened into a chamber unlike any they’d ever seen.

Circular. Perfect. Lit from no source they could see, yet bathed in soft golden glow. And in the center - a bed.

No. Not a bed.

A nest.

Woven from vines and moss and silky threads of something that shimmered like dew. Pillows sculpted from petal-soft material lined the edges, and the floor around it was covered in symbols. Not carved. Grown. As though the very stone had bloomed into meaning.

Jude stepped into the center.

And the song returned.

Not from the walls.

From them.

Each wife began to hum without prompting. Their voices, soft and sensual, layered in harmony, filled the chamber like incense. Jude’s knees buckled as the sound pressed into him - not painful, not even overwhelming - just inevitable.

He turned slowly as Rose stepped forward, her body swaying to the rhythm of the melody.

She reached for him, and he took her hand.

But it wasn’t just her.

Lucy joined her, then Sophie, then Emma, then Grace. Each wife circled him, hands brushing across his shoulders, his hips, his chest, their fingertips leaving trails of glowing warmth across his skin.

They lowered him gently into the nest.

The moment his back touched the moss, the chamber changed.

The walls melted into a soft shimmer.

The nest lit from within.

And his wives surrounded him.

Rose climbed onto him first, her thighs sliding around his waist, her body welcoming him like a long-lost part.