Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1472

Chapter 1472: Chapter 1472

Rose stood and walked toward the center of the altar again, eyes fixed on the stone’s surface. She placed both hands flat on it and whispered something no one else could hear. The stone responded - light flickered again - and something opened.

Not visibly. Not like a crack or a door. But the air changed. It felt deeper, heavier, like they were no longer standing in just a forest clearing - but at the edge of something vast and sacred.

And they all felt it.

Lucy gasped and stumbled, catching herself on Jude. "There’s something under us."

"Not underground," Emma said, her brow furrowed. " Beyond. "

Rose turned. "It’s time we go there."

Sophie crossed her arms. "Go where?"

Rose met her eyes. "Inside."

A silence fell again.

Jude finally spoke. "You mean descend into the altar?"

"No," Rose said. "The altar is a doorway. The path begins within us. It’s been guiding us to this point - not to find something, but to become something."

Susan’s voice trembled slightly. "So... are we still ourselves?"

Rose smiled faintly. "Yes. And no. The more we become, the more truth we carry. The island doesn’t erase us. It reveals us."

"And the sex?" Zoey asked, mouth twitching into a half-smirk.

"It opens the channels," Natalie said before Rose could. "The connection between the body and the other realm. We didn’t just climax. We unlocked each other."

Layla nodded. "And the veil responded."

Jude ran a hand through his hair. "So what do we do now?"

"We enter the next layer," Rose said.

Emma looked wary. "And how do we do that?"

Rose’s gaze turned to Jude. "With him."

He blinked. "Me?"

"You’re the key," Lucy said. Her hand found his. "That’s why it always starts with you."

Stella brushed her lips over his shoulder. "You carry our light. And you carry our desire."

Sophie stepped closer and took his other hand. "So let us give you what you need. Again."

They formed a circle around him.

This time, it wasn’t frenzied. It wasn’t chaotic. It was worship.

One by one, they touched him - caressing his shoulders, his chest, his arms. Kissing his cheeks, his lips, his neck. Their fingers were reverent, their eyes gleaming with love and heat and purpose.

Lucy knelt first, pressing a kiss to his stomach. Emma followed, sliding in behind him and stroking his spine slowly with her tongue. Natalie cupped his face and whispered something into his ear, a word that made his heart stutter. Grace cradled his hands to her chest and placed them over her breasts, sighing as if they were sunlight.

When he was fully hard, fully aching, they didn’t mount him.

They laid him down.

And they took turns.

Not rushed. Not desperate. Each wife gave him her body like an offering. One by one, moving with grace and hunger. Rose first - slow and deep, her hands holding his face the entire time. Then Stella, who cried out his name like a prayer as she rocked herself on top of him. Then Susan, whose kiss was trembling, full of emotion that nearly broke him.

Zoey came next, fiery and fast, gasping into his mouth. Then Sophie, her body slick and perfect against his, eyes locked on his with love so intense he almost came from it alone.

Natalie whispered riddles in his ear while she straddled him. Layla traced glowing runes on his chest with her nails. Grace wept quietly when it was her turn, but smiled through it, radiant and overwhelmed.

Emma kissed every inch of him before finally sliding down, slow as moonlight.

And Lucy finished.

She lay over him, bare and warm, rocking in the slowest, deepest rhythm of all. Their foreheads touched, their lips almost met. She didn’t speak. She just felt.

He came with her.

The orgasm didn’t just explode. It detonated.

Light burst from beneath the altar.

A ring of energy expanded outward, pushing the wives back gently - not violently, but with purpose.

Jude arched against the altar, crying out, not from pain or pleasure but transcendence.

And then -

Silence.

Everything stopped.

The forest. The hum. The light.

Jude lay still, staring up at the open sky.

And the stars -

The stars were gone.

In their place, a shape hovered.

A doorway.

A circle of shimmering air that wasn’t air. A veil pulled aside.

And beyond it, something... vast.

A temple. Or a world.

A presence.

Rose stood slowly. Her voice was a whisper.

"It’s time."

Jude rose.

And stepped through.

The moment his foot crossed the veil, the world changed.

It wasn’t like stepping into another room - it was like stepping into a different truth. The light bent around him, warm and thick like honey, and every sound was a hum, a song, a whisper in his bones. He couldn’t breathe the same way, not because there was no air, but because everything felt like breath. The space before him pulsed with golden mist and curling shadows, the floor a translucent mosaic of moving patterns that responded to his thoughts. Where he stepped, light blossomed like petals unfolding.

Behind him, he felt the others entering one by one. Lucy’s hand found his without hesitation, her skin hot, her breath catching as she looked around. Rose stood on the other side, regal, luminous, her eyes no longer glowing gold but reflecting this place’s light in endless kaleidoscopic swirls. The rest followed silently: Emma, Sophie, Stella, Grace, Layla, Natalie, Zoey, Susan, and finally, Scarlett - her body haloed by the very air itself, as if it had waited for her.

The space had no walls, and yet they were enclosed. No ceiling, and yet above them hovered a dome of stars that seemed to move in slow, synchronized motion, singing in soft pulses. In the center of it all stood a structure - a dais made of roots and stone, wrapped around a pulsating orb the size of a heart. It was beating. Alive.

"What is it?" Jude whispered.

Rose stepped forward. "The Source."