Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1392

Chapter 1392: Chapter 1392

The light faded gently, not vanishing, but folding itself into the city around them - as if absorbed into the walls, the stones, even the air they breathed. Jude lay at the center of the dais, surrounded by the slow, sleeping forms of his wives. Their skin glistened in the soft gold glow, limbs entwined in a perfect chaos of love and flesh. The heat from their bodies still lingered against him, each breath a soft kiss against his ribs, neck, thighs.

He didn’t want to move.

But the city stirred.

He felt it in his bones first - like a subtle vibration in the marrow, a low, soothing purr that matched the rhythm of their joined pulse. When he sat up slowly, careful not to wake Lucy, who lay draped across his chest, he saw it clearly. The city wasn’t finished.

It was growing.

Vines thickened and stretched along walls, their blossoms pulsing with soft pink and violet hues. Columns uncoiled upward like arms rising toward the sky, forming archways of woven light and stone. The spirals multiplied - not just carved now, but living, turning like galaxies frozen mid-spin.

Jude gently untangled himself from the warmth of the others and stepped off the dais. The floor beneath his feet welcomed him, molding slightly to support his bare soles. He looked around, naked and unashamed, his skin kissed with sweat, his chest marked by the faint glow of their runes - twelve, one for each wife, radiating outward like a halo of touch and memory.

A sound drifted toward him. Not the island’s usual hum - but laughter. Light. Familiar.

He turned to see Sophie awake, her hair tousled around her shoulders, her mouth curved into a sleepy smile. "Where are you going without us?"

He offered his hand. "Come see."

One by one, the others stirred and joined him. The sight of them naked, loose-limbed, still shining with the aftermath of their shared passion, was almost too much beauty to bear. They moved without shame now, walking close, fingers brushing his back, hips swaying with relaxed, sensual confidence.

The archway that hadn’t existed when they first arrived now beckoned them, glowing with their own light.

As they stepped through, they entered a wide corridor that opened into a new chamber, unlike the others. It was round, rimmed with pools of glowing water, and lined with twelve columns - each carved with a different sigil, one for each of them.

In the center was another pedestal.

But this one bore fruit.

Literal fruit - plump, glowing orbs hanging from a twisting vine that bloomed from the stone itself. Their colors shifted gently as if ripening by heartbeat: red to gold to lavender and back again. The scent was intoxicating - sugar and honey and something darker, something forbidden.

Emma approached it first, eyes gleaming. "It’s offering itself."

Jude watched her fingers hover over the nearest fruit.

"It’s your choice," he said quietly. "Everything here is."

She looked at him over her shoulder, smiled, and picked it. The moment her teeth sank into it, a shudder passed through her body - her breath caught, and she whimpered softly, a flush rising in her cheeks.

"I can feel everything," she whispered, licking juice from her lips. "Your heart. Your thoughts. The way you looked at me when we first met. The way you dreamed about touching me before you ever did."

Rose stepped forward and took one without hesitation. She bit into it like a queen accepting a gift from her kingdom. Her eyes rolled back briefly. "It’s truth," she breathed. "Ours. Our bond. Our past and future."

They each took one.

And one by one, their minds opened.

Not violently.

Not with screams or blinding visions.

But like a memory returning after lifetimes.

Suddenly Jude remembered lying beneath stars with Lucy before the island, tracing her spine with one hand and her lips with the other. He remembered kissing Susan in the ocean, holding her trembling body as she came against his chest, breathless with salt and pleasure. He remembered Grace’s first confession, Sophie’s protective jealousy, Emma’s slow seduction. Layla’s quiet hunger, Natalie’s fierce eyes, Zoey’s deep moans when she was touched just right.

They remembered too.

Each woman gasped, staggered slightly - then turned to him.

Their eyes were lit not with lust now, but with knowing.

"I saw you," Stella said softly. "Before this life. Before all of it. You chose us."

"And we chose you," Lucy added, stepping close, palm over his chest.

He swallowed, throat thick. "What are we now?"

Susan kissed his shoulder. "What we’ve always been. But now, we remember."

Their hands touched his body, not to arouse - but to anchor. To reconnect.

He was dizzy with love.

The pool of water began to shimmer.

And in it, reflections formed - not of them as they were, but as they could be.

Stella saw herself wrapped in golden silk, leading a ceremony under moonlight.

Natalie saw herself lying beside Jude, round with child, whispering secrets to her belly.

Zoey saw herself dancing, naked and fierce, blades flashing in each hand, protecting the others.

Lucy saw herself crowned in vines, seated on a throne of breath and stone, Jude at her feet.

Each vision was a possible future, and none of them were denied.

Jude felt something heavy in his hands. When he looked down, he saw the same fruit - but his pulsed brighter. The runes of all twelve women were etched into its skin. The moment he bit into it, his knees buckled.

Pleasure.

Pain.

Understanding.

All of it rushed through him.

He saw the moment he washed ashore, alone.

He saw Rose walking into the forest.

He saw every kiss, every climax, every tear, every laugh.

And he saw the city.

Not just this one - but more.

Spirals across oceans.

Others drawn to the same rhythm.

A world reborn in intimacy, in love, in chosen connection.

The pedestal cracked.

A final chamber opened behind it.

And inside was a bed.

Round. Made of petals and silk. Surrounded by candles that lit themselves.