Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1405

Chapter 1405: Chapter 1405

Sophie gasped. "It’s... beautiful."

"It’s ancient," Grace whispered.

Jude stepped toward the edge of the pool, and the humming returned - not from the walls this time, but from the water itself. It rippled at his presence, inviting, dark and radiant.

Rose moved beside him. "This is the heart. The source. The island’s soul."

"Are we supposed to enter it?" Lucy asked.

"I think we have to," Stella said. "That’s what this was always leading to."

Jude reached back, took Lucy’s hand. She took Sophie’s. Sophie grabbed Emma’s. One by one, they linked together again, a single living chain of love and lust, desire and devotion. Together they stepped into the pool, the water warm and silky against their skin. It rose to their thighs, then their waists. When it reached their chests, the humming grew louder, echoing inside their skulls like a song without words but full of meaning.

Jude let go first. Let the water take him under.

It wasn’t drowning.

It was floating inside something alive.

He opened his eyes underwater and saw them all, glowing like stars submerged in a night sky. Hair floating, limbs gently brushing, their mouths opening in silent ecstasy as the water filled them with something more than breath.

Memories.

Visions.

Desire.

The pool showed him Layla’s first kiss. Rose’s fall from the cliff. Lucy’s quiet longing the day they arrived. Sophie’s dream of children that would never be. He saw the night they first built the treehouse. The way Grace had touched Stella’s hand in secret that first week. The moment Zoey nearly left camp but stayed because of a touch. All of it pulsed through him.

And then the water entered him - through every pore, every breath, every thought - and something bloomed.

He rose gasping, the others surfacing with him, each of them blinking, dazed, wet and radiant under the root-glow.

And then they reached for each other again.

This time it was Lucy who pulled Jude to her first, wrapping her legs around his waist as he pressed her to the slick stone edge of the pool, his cock sliding inside her with a hunger that wasn’t just need - it was purpose. She moaned into his mouth as he thrust, slow but deep, while behind her, Sophie pressed close, kissing her neck, her hands moving over both their bodies.

Emma pulled Zoey onto her lap nearby, her fingers spreading her open before sliding deep inside. Scarlet rode Layla in the shallows, breasts bouncing, their mouths locked in a kiss so carnal it looked like it could devour worlds. Grace watched, one hand between her legs, the other holding Stella’s as they climaxed together.

And Jude came again - this time inside Lucy - his roar muffled only by her mouth and the hum of the water. Her head fell back in ecstasy, and he swore her eyes glowed with stars.

They collapsed again, this time not just as lovers, but as something more.

Something becoming.

And behind them, the pool pulsed once.

Then again.

And then the ceiling of the chamber cracked - just a hairline fracture, just a flicker of light.

But they all saw it.

The island was waking.

Jude was the first to move again, slowly rising from the water, his chest slick with sweat and shimmering liquid that clung to him like gold dust. The others stirred with him, their breaths synchronized, their movements quiet, reverent. No one spoke. The crack above them continued to pulse with a pale, silvery glow, almost like moonlight - but it came from beneath the earth.

Lucy trailed her fingers across Jude’s back as she climbed out after him, the water sliding off her bare skin like silk. Her legs trembled slightly - not from weakness, but from the intensity of everything she’d just experienced. He turned, caught her in his arms, and she leaned into him, burying her face against his neck.

"This isn’t just sex anymore," she whispered.

He nodded, his cheek brushing her wet hair. "It’s becoming something sacred."

The others followed one by one, dripping, radiant, naked and completely without shame. Rose was last. She lingered in the center of the black pool for a moment, her arms outstretched, her head tilted back like she was offering herself to the light above. When she stepped out, the roots around the cavern trembled slightly, responding to her as if she were part of them.

Sophie knelt near the edge, trailing her fingers in the glowing water. "We touched something real in there."

"It showed us everything," Grace murmured. "Things we never said aloud."

Emma wrapped her arms around Zoey from behind, lips brushing the nape of her neck. "It showed me you," she whispered.

Zoey’s eyes fluttered shut. "I saw you too. Before. Even before we came here."

Layla, hands on her hips, still breathless from the tangle with Scarlet, said quietly, "It showed me where this ends."

That drew everyone’s attention.

Jude turned. "Where?"

Layla’s expression didn’t change. "Here. With us. Together. All of us. But we won’t be the same."

"Transformed?" Natalie asked.

"Evolved," Rose said, stepping forward. "We’ve crossed something now. The pool was a gate."

Stella reached for Grace’s hand and held it tightly. "Then what lies beyond it?"

Rose pointed toward the passage behind the tree. It had changed again. Wider now. Lit by a dull red glow that hadn’t been there before. It pulsed slowly, in time with their breaths.

"We find out," Rose said.

They moved again, slowly, still nude, still damp, but walking now with quiet purpose. There was no fear anymore. The fear had burned away in the fire of their joining. All that was left was curiosity - and love. Not the tame kind they’d once known. This was deeper, feral, glowing with power.

The passage led downward, curving into the belly of the island itself. As they walked, the walls shimmered with a pulse of light that matched the rhythm of their own bodies. It felt like being inside a living heartbeat.