Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1415

Chapter 1415: Chapter 1415

Rose stood, her body glowing softly, hair cascading over her shoulders like black silk. "The next path begins in the marrow caverns. Where the island keeps its memories. Where roots drink from bones."

Grace shivered. "That’s... beneath the southern cliffs."

"We’ve never gone that deep," Stella said.

Rose looked at Jude. "Now we must."

Jude nodded slowly. "Then we rest. And at sunset... we go."

They rose together, helped one another down from the altar. The vines curled fondly around ankles and wrists, almost reluctant to let them go. The chamber’s light dimmed as they left, a slow farewell.

Outside, the forest felt quieter - but not silent.

Listening.

The walk back was slow, filled with touches, with stolen kisses and soft laughter. The air still shimmered faintly, and though their bodies had just been drenched in pleasure, they felt renewed, not exhausted. As if the act had filled them rather than drained.

Back at the treehouses, the sky had turned golden.

They gathered on the main platform, naked still, uncaring, comfortable in a way they hadn’t been before. They ate in silence, hands brushing as they passed fruit and roasted fish. They drank from the river, from shared cups. They leaned on each other not out of need, but out of belonging.

As the sun dipped low, Jude stood.

They rose with him.

No words needed.

They were one pulse now.

The southern cliffs loomed far from camp. They took a new path - one that hadn’t existed until now. The trees parted without resistance. The roots drew aside. The land knew them. Knew their weight. Their rhythm.

As they approached the cliffs, the light began to fade - not just from the sky, but from everything. The forest dulled, the color bled away, leaving behind shades of silver and gray, like the island was slipping into shadow to protect what came next.

Then they found it.

A fissure in the cliffside, wide and veined with white stone that pulsed slowly - like breath. Inside, darkness waited. And something else. Something hungry.

Jude took a step forward.

Rose grabbed his hand. "You lead. But you don’t go first."

She stepped into the fissure.

The others followed in silence.

Inside, the walls were cold and smooth, whispering with unseen currents of air. The temperature dropped, but no one shivered. Their skin remained warm, glowing faintly. Jude walked at the center of their circle, all of them pressing around him like petals in a bloom. It wasn’t fear.

It was protection.

And desire.

Desire for the next transformation.

The tunnel sloped downward, steep and winding. Deeper. Tighter.

Until it opened.

They stepped into a vast underground cavern unlike the others. The ceiling was lined with crystalline webs that caught the faint glow from their bodies and threw it in dancing fragments across bone-white stone.

And the bones were real.

Scattered along the floor.

Not just human.

Ancient. Twisted. Some familiar, some utterly alien. Spirals and spines. Skulls with no eyes. Ribcages fused into circles. The bones weren’t dead. They sang.

Jude dropped to one knee, overcome.

The sound wasn’t music - it was memory. Pain. Birth. Death. Love.

The island’s soul.

They knelt together.

The hum returned.

This time, they didn’t resist.

Rose undressed Jude slowly - not just of cloth, but of tension, of questions. She kissed each new inch of revealed skin like an offering. Behind her, Lucy and Sophie did the same to Emma, while Zoey lifted Grace onto a smooth bone pedestal that pulsed like a living altar.

No ritual words.

Just heat.

Jude groaned as Rose’s mouth closed over him, her tongue slow, worshipful. Emma’s hands joined hers, stroking, cupping. Lucy and Stella kissed each other beside him, their moans soft, teasing. Layla straddled Natalie in the crook of a ribcage, their hips grinding with slow abandon.

The pleasure returned - but this time, it was darker.

Deeper.

The song beneath them grew louder, faster, rising with every cry, every thrust, every climax.

Jude took Rose then - fast, desperate. She welcomed him with legs wide, arms clutching, mouth hungry. She wrapped around him and pulled him into the pulse of the bones. The others surrounded them, touching, gasping, singing with their bodies.

Every orgasm opened a new echo.

Every scream a new verse.

And when they were all spent, again and again, the cavern itself shook.

A wall cracked.

And through it - another door.

Made of bone and breath.

Waiting.

Jude approached the door slowly, the soft crunch of bone dust underfoot echoing louder than it should. The wall that had cracked now pulsed with a rhythm he could feel in his teeth, in the marrow of his bones - an undeniable beckoning. The archway formed from interlocked ribs, woven together like a cage waiting to open. But it didn’t feel like a prison. It felt like a threshold. Like stepping through it would mean shedding the final veil.

Behind him, the others stirred. The afterglow of their shared climax still shimmered on their skin, a mixture of sweat, glow, and something more. Something elemental. They hadn’t just pleasured each other - they had awakened something buried in the roots of the world.

Rose stood naked and regal at his side, her hair wild, her lips still parted from breathless cries. "Do you feel it?" she whispered.

"I feel everything," Jude replied.

He reached out and touched the arch. It was warm.

It opened.

The bones shifted with a whispering crack, folding away from each other like fingers unweaving from a prayer. Beyond was a staircase carved into smooth obsidian, spiraling down into pure darkness.

Jude turned back to look at his wives.

No one spoke.

They followed.

Down they went, single file, hands trailing along the cool stone walls, the silence pressing tighter around them with every step. And then, suddenly, they emerged into a space that felt... impossible.

A hollow sphere.

A perfect, circular chamber with no floor and no ceiling. The stairs simply ended at a wide platform suspended in midair, held aloft by vines and glowing veins of red-gold crystal that pulsed like arteries.