Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1388

Chapter 1388: Chapter 1388

He stood at the edge of a great expanse, stars above and ocean below, but neither looked like earth or sky. Everything shimmered in motion. Spirals of galaxies. Spirals of vines. Spirals of time itself. Twelve figures stood behind him, their bodies golden silhouettes, their hands joined.

The island whispered in his ear - not in words, but in sensation. Lust. Love. Longing. Devotion. Creation.

Jude felt his skin crack open - not in pain, but in release - and light poured out.

When he gasped back into the chamber, the women caught him, lowered him back into the nest, their hands gentle, their eyes wide with awe.

"I saw it," he said, voice shaking. "I saw\... everything. Every time we touched. Every kiss. Every breath. It’s part of the spiral. We’re writing it. Our love, our lust - it creates the next layer."

Emma leaned over him, kissing his forehead, her breasts brushing his chest as she whispered, "Then let’s keep writing."

Sophie slid down beside him, her thigh brushing his hip, her eyes glinting with renewed heat. "The spiral feeds on intimacy. On unity."

Grace moved to straddle his legs again, already hardening him with the press of her hips. "Then let’s feed it."

Rose kissed his mouth. "Until the spiral sings us into the stars."

They began again - not in frenzy, but in rhythm.

This time it was different. Not just worship - but offering.

Jude opened to them fully, body and soul. Each touch, each moan, each thrust fed the spiral until it shimmered not just around them - but through them.

Their bodies moved like poetry. Like prayer. Twelve women, one man, one purpose.

To create.

To love.

To become.

And as the galaxy spiral above them began to slowly spin faster, the ground trembling with its song, they lost themselves in each other once more - until the lines between breath and light, between climax and consciousness, vanished.

The spiral had chosen them.

And now, they chose it back.

Their bodies glistened with warmth and need, tangled again in the heart of the glowing nest. The spiral beneath them thrummed steadily, alive, drawing them deeper not only into each other but into something vaster, something cosmic that pulsed through every touch. Jude lay on his back, lips parted, eyes half-lidded as Lucy slowly straddled him, her hips moving with a reverent rhythm. Her hair spilled over her shoulders like silk, brushing his chest as she leaned forward to kiss him, slow and deep and endless.

She moved like she had all the time in the world, like each motion carried intention not only for pleasure, but for memory. The way her hips rolled against him, slow and firm, dragged soft, helpless gasps from his throat. He lifted his hands to her waist, then up to cup her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples into stiff peaks. She moaned against his lips, pressing her forehead to his, hips rocking faster now, heat rising between them in thick, molten waves.

The spiral pulsed brighter beneath them.

Around the nest, the other wives watched, touching each other, themselves, their voices humming again - soft, rich, dripping with the same rhythm Lucy rode. The spiral answered them, each note mirrored in light and vibration. Sophie moved behind Jude, stroking his hair, trailing her mouth down his neck. Her lips brushed against his ear, whispering, "You’re theirs. You’re ours."

Emma lay beside Lucy, her fingers gliding over Lucy’s thighs as she moved. "Make him feel everything," she said, voice low and breathless.

Lucy’s moan deepened. Her movements quickened, less deliberate now and more desperate. Jude groaned, his hands gripping her hips, his body arching up into hers as she tightened around him, slick and pulsing. She rode him harder now, gasping his name as Sophie’s hands moved to her breasts from behind, teasing her while her body trembled.

Jude was close - he could feel it swelling in his spine, curling low in his gut.

But it wasn’t just climax anymore.

It was communion.

Rose stepped forward next, sliding between the nest’s edge and Jude’s side, her mouth finding his, kissing him with purpose. "Don’t stop," she whispered, as if she could feel it too. "Let it take you."

Lucy cried out then, her entire body shuddering in climax, hips jerking against his with wild, beautiful force. Jude held her, groaning her name as he came inside her, everything tightening, releasing, dissolving into light.

The spiral beneath them exploded with golden brilliance.

For a moment, everything vanished.

No island.

No chamber.

Just sensation and breath and stars.

When it cleared, Lucy collapsed on his chest, gasping, her lips finding his collarbone as she whispered, "I love you. All of me."

He stroked her hair, dazed. "I love you too."

Around them, the others began to move closer.

Natalie came next, sliding against his side, her thigh brushing his as her fingers glided across Lucy’s skin. "You’re ready for more," she said softly. Not a question. A truth.

She kissed Lucy gently, lovingly, before easing her off Jude’s lap. Then she mounted him in one fluid movement, her heat swallowing him whole. Her head fell back, mouth parted in a breathless moan. "God, yes..."

Jude groaned beneath her, still hypersensitive, but unable to resist. Her tightness surrounded him, and she began to move with a gentler rhythm, her body arching as her fingers found his chest. She rocked slowly, with grace and patience, drawing out every sensation, drawing out every sound from him until he was trembling.

Rose and Sophie pressed in close, mouths exploring his neck, shoulders, chest. Grace and Emma touched Natalie as she moved, guiding her rhythm, stroking her thighs, kissing her back. The connection between them was seamless now - bodies flowing together like a single living creature. He couldn’t tell where one hand ended and another began. Every moan sounded like it came from every mouth.

Natalie whispered his name as she came, a soft, keening sound that echoed through the spiral chamber. He followed again, slower this time, pouring himself into her with a gasp.