Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1418

Chapter 1418: Chapter 1418

Jude ran his fingers through her hair, still trying to slow his own heartbeat. "What did you see?"

She swallowed. "A tree... massive. Its roots were in the ocean. And its branches stretched up into the stars. And in the center of its trunk... I saw a heartbeat."

Rose sat nearby, legs curled beneath her, her eyes glowing faintly. "That tree is real. It’s not here. But it’s waiting for us."

Sophie stirred, lifting her head from Emma’s shoulder. "How can something like that wait? If it’s not here, how do we reach it?"

"By blooming," Rose answered.

Jude sat up fully, his muscles tight and aching. "We planted the seed. What happens now?"

Grace, brushing her fingers over the glowing flower, looked over her shoulder. "Now it grows. And so do we."

Layla leaned back on her elbows, her skin still damp and glistening. "I feel different. Not just... satisfied. But like something inside me shifted."

Emma, curled beside her, nodded. "I feel it too. Like we let go of something. Or maybe like we were opened."

Zoey stood and walked slowly toward the flower. She crouched next to it, watching its soft violet glow, then gently pressed her forehead to its petals. "We didn’t just wake it up. It woke us."

The silence that followed wasn’t heavy - it was full. The air felt charged, as if even the trees around them had stopped to listen. Jude glanced at the edge of the platform. The forest beyond had shifted again. The trees had rearranged. A path that hadn’t been there before now cut through the undergrowth - a corridor lined with glowing roots and faintly humming stones.

He pointed. "There."

Everyone turned.

"It wants us to go," Stella said, standing gracefully. "To follow where it leads."

Lucy sat up slowly, reaching for her wrap. "Now?"

"It’s not asking," Rose said, already rising. "It’s inviting."

Jude stood, his breath catching as the breeze carried the scent of something rich and wild - flowers he didn’t recognize, moss and water and heat. The path ahead pulsed faintly, like the petals of the flower had stretched into the forest.

They dressed lightly - just enough to walk without distraction, though nothing truly hid the glow in their skin or the heat still clinging to them. As they stepped from the platform, Jude felt the hum rise again - not loud, not commanding, but present. Like they were being watched. Welcomed.

They followed the path in silence.

It twisted through the forest, past trees with silver bark and leaves like deep emerald velvet. The deeper they walked, the more surreal the world became - plants that shimmered when brushed, stones that vibrated beneath their feet, vines that seemed to lean closer as they passed. Jude’s heart pounded. Every step forward made him feel like he was walking into a memory he’d never lived.

The trail opened suddenly into a wide basin. Moonlight spilled down in perfect shafts from between the trees, and in the center stood a single stone structure - small, domed, open on all sides like a shrine. Inside it, a wide bowl sat on a pedestal, filled with water that glowed softly in shades of lavender and silver.

Sophie stepped closer and knelt before it. "It’s warm," she said softly. "And it smells like... us."

Rose touched the edge of the bowl, her fingers dripping as she brought them to her lips. "It’s drawn from the seed. From our offering."

Jude moved forward slowly, his breath catching again. There was something deeply intimate about the space - like walking into the body of the island itself. The air was thick with energy. The scent of sex lingered here, not fresh but old, like hundreds of memories had been etched into the stone.

"This is a wellspring," Lucy whispered behind him. "A womb."

Layla stepped beside the bowl and dipped her hand in, lifting the glowing water to her neck. Her skin shimmered where it touched. "We were invited to bathe."

Rose turned to Jude. "It’s part of the bloom. The next stage."

Without another word, they undressed.

The shrine wasn’t wide, but it welcomed them all. The basin was deep enough to step into, to sink in together, and they did - one by one, until the water rippled with heat and the scent of their skin. Jude slipped in last, between Lucy and Stella, feeling their thighs press against his, their hands guiding him under the surface until his chest brushed against theirs.

The water responded.

It surged with a low hum, like the flower’s breath had followed them here.

And when Jude surfaced, soaked and surrounded, the others were already moving again - no longer hesitating. Their fingers touched without urgency, their mouths found each other softly, their bodies pressed together like waves forming and collapsing and reforming again.

Emma climbed into his lap, her legs wrapping around his waist. He caught her hips as she sank onto him, and her moan echoed in the shrine like a prayer. Lucy kissed his shoulder from one side. Stella leaned in from the other, her hands guiding his and Emma’s bodies into perfect rhythm.

The water held them all.

Around them, the others entwined again - Rose with Sophie, Layla and Grace, Zoey pressing her forehead to Natalie’s as their hands slid between each other’s legs beneath the surface.

No one rushed. It wasn’t like the platform, where lust and power had surged and crested in waves. Here, every movement felt sacred. Every breath intentional. The island watched, but not like a predator - like a parent, proud and silent.

Jude came with Emma slowly, her voice a soft chant in his ear, her arms locked tight around him. He stayed inside her, still moving, as the others joined - every kiss, every cry, every climax becoming a thread in something larger than sex.

It was ceremony.

And when it was done - when they were spent and still and floating together in the warm violet water - the shrine around them shimmered with soft light.