Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1387

Chapter 1387: Chapter 1387

Rose climbed onto him first, her thighs sliding around his waist, her body welcoming him like a long-lost part. She moved slowly, reverently, her voice humming as she rocked her hips in time with the spiral’s pulse. Her moans weren’t just sound - they were language, calling the others forward.

Sophie’s hands found his chest.

Emma’s lips found his thigh.

Lucy knelt beside his head and leaned down to kiss him deeply, moaning into his mouth as her fingers tangled in his hair.

Each of them joined.

Each of them shared.

It wasn’t a rush. It wasn’t a scramble. It was a ceremony.

One by one, they slid onto him, rode him, kissed him, took him inside them, all without speaking, without question. And between each climax - his and theirs - there was breath, there was reverence, there was worship.

Their bodies moved around him, with him, through him.

They moaned each other’s names.

They guided each other’s hips.

Grace pressed herself against Lucy as Jude filled her, their mouths locked, their fingers intertwined.

Zoey and Natalie straddled his thighs together, taking turns sliding down on him while holding eye contact, their smiles languid, their bodies slick with heat and hunger.

Susan wrapped herself around his chest and held him still as Stella rode him slowly, sensually, her body a fluid rhythm of pleasure.

And when it was Rose’s turn again, the twelfth and final, the others circled them fully, humming louder, their hands pressed to the walls, their bodies glowing with spirals of light that danced across their breasts, their stomachs, their thighs.

Rose came with a cry that echoed like thunder.

And Jude followed with a groan that shook the chamber.

The spiral flared.

The chamber filled with golden light.

And then, silence.

Breathless, boneless, Jude lay in the center of the nest, all twelve women draped around him like stars in a constellation. No one moved. No one needed to. They had become a shape, a song, a rhythm no force could separate now.

Above them, the chamber’s ceiling shimmered - and slowly peeled open.

The sky above wasn’t blue.

It was dark.

Velvet and full of stars.

And in the distance - just barely - they saw a spiral.

Not of stone.

Not of vines.

But in the sky.

A galaxy.

Glowing in the same pattern.

The island had been a seed.

Now it bloomed across the heavens.

Rose whispered against Jude’s chest, "Now we’re ready."

"For what?" he asked, still panting.

She smiled. "For the island to show us what’s next."

The nest remained warm beneath them, the spiral humming softly in their bones as the stars above slowly turned in their velvet cradle. No one moved right away. Breath mingled with breath. Sweat kissed sweat. The glow of their bodies dimmed only slightly, now no longer pulsing with urgency but with something gentler, deeper - an intimate echo that felt eternal.

Jude lay in the center, arms loosely wrapped around Rose and Lucy, Sophie’s leg slung across his thigh, Emma’s fingers still tangled in his hair. Grace’s lips rested against his shoulder, murmuring some half-forgotten tune into his skin. Around them, the others lay tangled and glowing, sated but not still, drifting in that post-climactic haze where thoughts are soft and hearts beat loud.

It wasn’t just sex. It hadn’t been for a long time.

This was worship.

The spiral hadn’t taken them - it had invited them. And now they were part of it.

Above, the ceiling had transformed completely into a window into the stars, and Jude couldn’t shake the feeling that the galaxy itself was looking down, watching their union, approving it. Somewhere between orgasm and awakening, he had become more than a man. And they - his wives - had become more than women. They were pieces of something ancient. Something cosmic.

And yet it felt more real than anything.

Sophie rolled onto her stomach, chin resting on Jude’s chest, her eyes tracing the stars above. "That spiral... it’s not just a reflection," she murmured. "It’s connected."

"To what?" Jude asked, brushing a lock of hair from her cheek.

She lifted her gaze to his. "Us."

Stella shifted beside Grace, propping herself up on one elbow. "I felt it when we climaxed together. Like... a door opened."

Natalie nodded slowly, her fingers brushing lazy circles along Zoey’s lower back. "It wasn’t just pleasure. It was memory. I saw things I’ve never lived. Places I’ve never been."

"Me too," Emma said. "A temple. A staircase into stars. Your hands, Jude... not just now. In another life. Another world."

Zoey leaned over and kissed the corner of Emma’s mouth, whispering, "It was the same for me."

Jude looked around at them all. Their eyes shimmered with more than light now - each of them held something deeper. Something sacred. "It’s giving us visions," he said softly. "Glimpses."

"It’s giving us ourselves," Rose said.

Susan sat up, pulling her knees to her chest, her skin glistening with dew. "Then what do we do with it?"

"We go further," Lucy whispered. "We follow the thread."

The chamber’s spiral began to shift again, the light curling inward now, drawing toward the center where Jude lay. It didn’t feel dangerous. It felt like an invitation. The vines beneath them stirred, silky and warm, and slowly began to rise, lifting Jude gently upward as if presenting him to the sky.

The women stood, one by one, their movements languid and sensual, their bodies marked by the glowing patterns of their climax. They surrounded him, hands reaching out - not to pull him back, but to support him, to offer him.

Rose stepped forward and placed her palm on his chest. "You’re ready."

"For what?"

She leaned in, kissed him softly, and whispered, "To see what lies beyond the body."

A pulse spread out from her touch, a soft ripple that moved through his skin and sank deeper - into his mind. And then -

He wasn’t in the chamber anymore.

He stood at the edge of a great expanse, stars above and ocean below, but neither looked like earth or sky.