Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1399

Chapter 1399: Chapter 1399

A vast chamber stretched before them, impossibly wide, with a pool of black glass at the center. Around it stood monoliths carved with runes none of them had ever seen, but all of them recognized. The language of dreams. The language of the island.

Rose stepped forward, her hand brushing over one of the stones. "It knows us now. It speaks in our skin."

Jude stepped beside her, the others forming a silent circle around the black pool. "What is this place?"

Zoey stared into the water. "A mirror."

Lucy looked at her. "A mirror to what?"

"Our hearts," Grace said softly. "Our fears. Our love."

Jude stepped to the edge, peering into the inky surface. At first, he saw only his reflection - tired, marked by passion, eyes glowing faintly gold. Then the image shifted.

Twelve women. All of them. Around him. Behind him. Inside him.

Not just wives.

Not just lovers.

Pieces of him.

He gasped softly, stumbling back.

The island showed him what he had become - not a leader, not even a man standing alone - but the axis on which their unity turned. The seed hadn’t given him power. It had revealed it. Their power. Interwoven. Inseparable.

Emma took his hand. "Do you see it?"

He nodded slowly. "I do."

And then he stepped into the pool.

It wasn’t water.

It wasn’t cold.

It was sensation. Touch. Memory. Pleasure.

The moment he sank into it, it wrapped around his body like hands - soft, firm, curious, hungry. He moaned as it stroked over every inch of him, tasting his thoughts, his desires, the echoes of their bodies pressed against his.

One by one, the women followed.

Their gasps joined his.

It wasn’t drowning.

It was surrender.

When the last of them disappeared beneath the surface, the chamber darkened.

And the island sang.

They didn’t sink - they drifted.

Weightless. Naked. Suspended in sensation.

The pool wrapped around them like warm breath, like the touch of a lover who knew every contour of their bodies and their souls. Jude couldn’t tell where his skin ended and the island began. The others floated near him - arms outstretched, eyes half-lidded, mouths parted in silent moans that moved like ripples through the glowing dark.

Rose was the first to reach him beneath the surface. She moved like a goddess born from starlight and shadow, her body brushing against his in slow, sinuous waves. She kissed his neck, her breath somehow real even here, even in the impossible softness of this place. "Let go," she whispered against his skin. "You don’t need to carry it anymore. Not here."

His arms wrapped around her instinctively, holding her close as her thighs wrapped around his waist. Their bodies aligned without hesitation. She guided him into her with ease, moaning low and slow into his mouth as she sank down onto him. His gasp was swallowed by the pulse of warmth around them.

Lucy appeared next, drifting closer, her hand sliding over Jude’s back as she pressed herself to his side. "We all feel it," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. "What you feel. What you want."

Rose rocked her hips, soft and deep, her gaze locked to his. "You are the song, Jude. And we... we are your harmony."

More hands joined them.

Zoey’s. Sophie’s. Grace’s.

Their touches blended in the golden dark, trailing over his body, exploring him, claiming him. The water - or whatever it was - enhanced everything. Every shiver became a quake. Every moan, a chorus. He could feel them - not just physically, but psychically. Their pleasure radiated into him, through him, into one another.

Emma straddled his chest, her breasts brushing his lips as she leaned down to kiss Rose. Jude watched as their mouths met, tongues tangling, bodies pressed close, and the vision of it lit a fire in his blood. Rose rode him harder, her rhythm changing with the kiss, and Jude groaned, lost in the flood of sensations.

Stella’s mouth closed over his fingers next, sucking one by one, eyes heavy-lidded, hungry. Scarlet’s hands explored his thighs, her lips teasing the sensitive skin just above where Rose moved so desperately on him. Natalie’s voice rose in a soft chant, one that hummed through the liquid air and into Jude’s bones, unlocking something deeper.

He felt it.

All of them. Every breath. Every moan. Every heartbeat.

He wasn’t just making love to them - he was them.

They had become one creature with twelve voices, twelve bodies, and one soul. The pleasure multiplied endlessly, cycling through each connection. When Rose came, her cry echoed in Lucy’s breath, passed into Sophie’s kiss, returned in Zoey’s grip on his hips. Their ecstasy was a loop, infinite and bright, painting the dark gold.

Layla pressed her lips to his temple, her fingers stroking his hair. "We’re changing again," she said, her voice trembling with awe. "You’re pulling us through."

"I don’t know where we’re going," Jude admitted, breathless.

"You don’t have to," Sophie said, straddling his face now, her body slick with need, her hands tugging at her own breasts as she lowered herself to him. "We’re going with you."

He kissed her deeply, his tongue circling her clit, her thighs squeezing around his head as she moaned long and loud, drowning in pleasure. Her hips rocked against his mouth as Rose began to move again atop him, slow and grinding. The others touched each other - breasts to mouths, thighs to tongues, hands sliding over soaked, glimmering skin as the whole circle rippled and rolled in one continuous climax.

Jude came.

The force of it broke something open.

It wasn’t just orgasm - it was release. Of fear. Of boundaries. Of time.

A flash of light burst from his chest, gold and bright, spreading through the pool like veins of fire through dark stone. Every woman gasped in unison, bodies arching, hands clawing for each other, mouths colliding in kiss after kiss, desperate, beautiful, endless.

And then they emerged.

The pool released them gently, laying them out on soft moss in a clearing none of them had seen before.