Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1433

Chapter 1433: Chapter 1433

Rose smiled gently. "Surrender isn’t loss. Sometimes it’s how we remember how to be whole."

Jude’s heart beat faster. He turned to Sophie. "Do you feel changed?"

She hesitated. "Yes. But not like them. Not yet."

"Do you want to?" he asked.

She looked down. "I don’t know."

"That’s enough," Rose said. "Wanting to understand is a beginning."

Stella reached for Sophie, touched her hand lightly. "It doesn’t hurt. It’s like remembering a part of yourself you buried."

Sophie looked at her, brows knit, lips pressed. Then slowly - so slowly - she let her fingers curl around Stella’s.

"Then show me," she whispered.

Stella nodded. "Together."

The chamber brightened.

The vines rustled.

And in that moment, they all understood.

This wasn’t about corruption or seduction or something being done to them. It was communion. Union. Wholeness.

Jude stood.

The others rose too, their bodies bare and unashamed, bathed in golden light and the scent of something blooming deep within the roots.

He stepped toward Rose.

"I don’t want to lead this," he said. "Not alone."

"You don’t have to," she replied. "You never did."

They clasped hands.

Then Lucy joined them, sliding her fingers through Jude’s and Rose’s. Then Zoey. Then Emma. Then Grace. One by one, the wives stepped into the circle, until all twelve of them stood connected by hands, by heat, by love.

The platform beneath them shimmered.

From the pool, something bloomed - a flower of impossible size and color, glowing with violet and amber light. Its petals opened slowly, revealing within it a small fruit, pulsing softly like a heartbeat.

Rose reached out and plucked it.

She held it to Jude.

He hesitated.

Then took a bite.

The moment the juice hit his tongue, the world changed.

Not violently.

Not loudly.

It simply shifted.

He saw memories that weren’t his - visions of ancient women dancing around fires, singing the same song he’d heard in the trees. He saw hands digging into soil, planting seeds that sang as they grew. He saw bodies entwined in sacred spaces, pleasure and love braided into the roots of everything.

He saw himself.

Not as a leader.

Not as a man.

But as a part of something divine.

When he opened his eyes, he was glowing.

So were they.

The tree pulsed with light.

The chamber sang again.

And outside, the island bloomed.

Vines unfurled in slow motion across the forest floor, curling like fingertips through moss and loam, flowers opening in synchronized rhythm to the silent song that pulsed from the heart of the tree. The very ground beneath their feet breathed - one deep, ancient inhalation that exhaled into the air around them with a shimmering vibration. Jude could feel it in his bones, in the marrow, in the spaces between thoughts where fear used to live. That space was silent now. Cleared. Made ready.

They stepped from the tree together - twelve women and the man they loved. No longer a single line, no longer followers or leaders, but a ring, a pulse, a constellation. The air greeted them like a lover. The trees bowed to let them pass. Light flickered through the canopy in silken gold ribbons, and everywhere they walked, color followed - petals blooming in their wake, dew gleaming on leaves that hadn’t been there the day before.

Emma reached for his hand as they walked, threading her fingers with his. Her smile was soft but unshaken, and the look she gave him was not one of doubt, but of fire beneath the calm. "What do we call this now?" she asked, her voice nearly lost in the rustling of leaves.

Jude didn’t have an answer.

Zoey stepped closer on his other side, brushing his arm with hers. "It’s not survival anymore."

"It’s not just love either," Sophie added from behind them. "It’s... creation."

Stella smiled and tilted her head skyward. "We’re becoming the island."

"No," Rose said, her voice low and tender. "The island is becoming us. "

They reached the clearing near the river again - the place where it had all begun, where passion and danger had lived side by side, where they had loved and bled and dreamed. But it didn’t feel the same now. The shadows were warmer, the rocks smoother, the water brighter.

Lucy slipped her arm around Jude’s waist, leaned into him. "We should celebrate."

Scarlet laughed, the sound rich and wicked. "You mean again?"

"Not like before," Grace said. "Something more."

Rose led them to a flat bed of moss near the edge of the stream. The sunlight filtered through the leaves in soft waves, and the breeze was scented with fruit and sweat and something undeniably erotic. "Let it be a new ritual," she whispered. "Not because we must - but because we can. "

Jude sat first, then leaned back as Lucy straddled him slowly, her legs folding around his hips, her mouth already descending onto his with a hunger that made him ache. She kissed him like she owned every part of him - and he surrendered willingly.

Behind her, the others circled, watching, touching each other, anticipation building like a pressure in the air. Emma knelt beside them, pressing kisses to Jude’s chest, her hands gliding over Lucy’s back as they moved. Stella lay behind Emma, her thighs parting as Susan lowered between them, her tongue already flicking slow, delicious patterns that made Stella moan into Jude’s mouth.

He wasn’t sure where one body ended and another began. Zoey leaned down and took Lucy’s nipple between her lips, her tongue teasing the peak to hardness. Natalie knelt behind Zoey, her fingers spreading along her hips, guiding her into a rhythm that pressed them all together.

The rhythm deepened. Jude rocked into Lucy, their breaths wild now, her nails raking his shoulders as she whispered his name like a spell. Grace was beneath Scarlet now, their legs tangled, hips rolling, mouths locked in a kiss that hummed with soft, desperate sounds. Sophie knelt with Layla, their bodies glistening as they pressed together, Layla’s fingers buried in Sophie’s curls, guiding her mouth between her thighs.