Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1389

Chapter 1389: Chapter 1389

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. She kissed him as she trembled, as if drinking him in, then lay against his chest, breath heavy, heart racing.

Susan slid beside them next, already flushed, already aching. She didn’t speak. She simply kissed him and straddled him, taking him in with one long, slow thrust that made them both cry out.

The nest became an altar, a place of pleasure and purpose. Jude surrendered again, and again, and again - each of his wives riding him, worshipping him, offering themselves and drawing him into the spiral’s rhythm.

Stella was next, slow and sensual, fingers dancing along his chest as her lips kissed every inch of his face.

Grace followed, eyes glowing with gentle adoration, her movements soft but hungry.

Zoey straddled him with force and fire, grinding against him with fierce, desperate desire that took him to the edge instantly.

Emma joined her, mouth finding his, whispering praise and longing between each kiss.

Sophie and Rose took him together, one riding, one kissing, their bodies weaving around him like smoke and silk.

And finally, Lucy again, her lips trembling as she lowered herself back onto him, eyes shining with tears. "I want every piece of you," she whispered. "Forever."

Jude lost himself in her, his hands gripping her hips as she rode him to a final, explosive climax that sent waves of golden light soaring through the chamber.

The spiral dimmed gently.

The nest was quiet again.

Bodies rested in a tangle of limbs and glowing skin, breathing in harmony, hearts beating as one.

Jude lay in the center, eyes heavy, chest rising and falling. Rose curled against his right side, Lucy against his left. Sophie’s fingers threaded through his hair, while Grace lay across his legs, her cheek against his thigh. Emma and Susan snuggled close, one hand on his stomach, the other on his heart.

He was surrounded. He was theirs. And they were his.

Above, the stars shimmered in silence.

And then the chamber shifted.

Not violently.

But with a whisper.

A new spiral formed above them, this one of soft, floating light, like petals caught in an invisible current. The vines glowed again, but this time in colors that danced - violet, rose, silver, gold.

Zoey stirred. "It’s not over."

"No," Stella said softly. "It’s just begun."

The chamber opened further, revealing a second staircase. This one spiraled upward - toward the sky, toward the stars.

Toward the galaxy that now pulsed with the rhythm of their love.

Jude looked up at it, heart pounding.

He was no longer afraid.

He stood, his wives rising around him, hands finding hands, fingers interlocking.

They were ready.

And together, they stepped into the light.

The staircase rose into darkness, but it wasn’t empty - it shimmered with possibility. Each step pulsed under their feet, soft and warm like living wood, threads of light weaving beneath the surface. Jude led the way, his twelve wives following, their bodies still slick with pleasure, their eyes lit with something beyond desire now - something ancient and awakened.

As they ascended, the air grew warmer, thicker, humming with a new kind of energy. Not the seductive pull of the spiral below, but something more expansive. Possessive in a different way. A kind of love so consuming it felt like being devoured and reborn in the same breath.

No one spoke. They didn’t need to.

The song of the island surrounded them - music without instruments, harmony without melody. It seeped into their skin, into their bones, guiding each step with perfect certainty. The higher they climbed, the more Jude felt the boundaries of his mind stretch and dissolve. He could feel the thoughts of the women around him like ripples on still water. Their desires, their memories, their hopes - all flowing into him, through him.

When they reached the summit, the staircase ended not in a room, but a platform made entirely of starlight. There were no walls. No ceiling. Just open space, cradled by the cosmos.

Above them, the stars weren’t distant anymore. They shimmered close, like lanterns hanging from invisible threads. Around the edge of the platform, twelve archways glowed faintly - each etched with a different symbol, a different energy. And in the center of it all stood a single pedestal, shaped like a heart split open, vines growing from the crack.

Jude stepped toward it, his chest tight, his body thrumming with purpose.

As he touched it, the pedestal pulsed beneath his palm, and the archways came alive.

From each one emerged a version of the women who stood behind him - twelve echoes, radiant and naked, formed from memory, from love, from lust. These weren’t just illusions. They were truths. Versions of his wives he had once touched, once tasted, once held close in other times, other worlds.

Lucy gasped softly as her echo stepped forward, brushing a hand along her jaw. Sophie reached for hers, trembling. The two Sophies touched fingers, and for a breathless second, they fused into one, pulsing brighter than any star above.

"This place remembers," Emma whispered. "It remembers us."

The echoes circled Jude slowly, brushing hands over his chest, his face, his shoulders. Each one whispered his name in a different voice, the way they used to say it in private moments: moaning, sighing, laughing, crying. Their bodies glided across his, feather-light, intoxicating.

He fell to his knees, overwhelmed. Not by fear. By love.

Lucy and Rose stepped in beside him, holding him, grounding him. "You’re not alone," Rose said softly.