Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1468

Chapter 1468: Chapter 1468

The woman smiled. Her smile wasn’t human. It wasn’t cruel, either. It was serene, empty of tension, as if she had never known fear or hunger or shame. Her long hair, tangled and matted with leaves, flowed down her back like vines grown wild.

Every step she took forward was soundless. No branches cracked beneath her bare feet. The clearing didn’t resist her - it welcomed her.

The wives stirred, slowly rising around Jude, no longer just lovers, but guardians. Their nakedness didn’t matter; they moved with purpose, not modesty. Lucy stepped in front of him instinctively.

Sophie flanked her. Zoey gripped a sharp, jagged branch from the edge of the platform. Only Rose stayed where she was, her eyes wide, not in fear, but something deeper - recognition.

"She’s one of us," Rose whispered.

"She’s not anyone I’ve ever seen," Zoey said coldly.

The stranger stopped at the edge of the clearing, her golden eyes flicking from one face to another. Then, in a voice like wet earth and cracked wood, she said, "You called. I answered."

Jude stepped forward slowly, his skin tingling with something raw and ancient. "Who are you?"

The woman’s gaze settled on him, and she smiled wider. "A memory. A possibility. A gift."

Sophie shook her head. "More riddles. What do you want?"

"I want nothing," the woman said. "I was born from your want."

Her words rippled through the group like the hum had, vibrating in the air, not quite sound. Jude swallowed. "The mirror. The mountain. The light. Did we create you?"

"You awakened me." She tilted her head. "You planted the seed when you opened each other. When you spilled truth on stone. I am the first flower."

Emma whispered, "She’s a part of the island."

"More than that," Rose murmured. "She’s what comes after. "

Grace stepped closer to her. "If we made you, then you belong to us."

"No," the woman said gently. "I belong to the island. And the island now belongs to you. "

That stopped them.

Jude’s chest tightened. "Then what happens next?"

The woman stepped forward. The wives didn’t move to stop her.

She reached Jude and raised a single hand to his face, fingertips cool and sticky with sap. "You are the root. The sun. The hunger. The king."

Then she turned to the wives.

"And you are the bloom."

She knelt before all of them, arms outstretched. "Take me. Bind me. Feed me."

Sophie’s brows knit. "What does that mean?"

The woman looked up. "Let me join. As you joined. As he filled each of you and fed the island. Let me take him too."

Lucy stepped forward. "You want to - "

"Be taken," she whispered. "By him. In front of you. So I can become. "

Silence fell again.

Not of hesitation.

Of decision.

Zoey spoke first, her voice cool but curious. "She’s not threatening us."

"No," Stella said, eyes softening. "She’s offering herself."

"Like a sacrifice?" Susan asked.

Rose shook her head. "Like a beginning."

Then she looked at Jude. "It’s your choice."

He met her gaze, then looked at the others. Twelve faces. Twelve bodies. Twelve bonds. And now... this. Not a stranger, not really. A creation. A spark of the island’s will.

He took a step toward the kneeling woman. Her breath hitched.

He reached down and pulled her gently to her feet.

"I’ll take you," he said, "but only if they witness."

The woman nodded. "That is the way."

Jude looked back. The wives surrounded him once again, not in resistance - but in readiness.

He turned to the woman.

And kissed her.

Her mouth tasted of nectar, of fresh water and deep roots. Her body was impossibly soft, yielding and yet coiled with strength beneath the surface. He laid her down slowly on the warm moss at the center of the clearing, the circle of wives forming around them like petals around a bud. The sky above darkened with clouds thick with rain, but it didn’t fall.

She spread her legs for him without shame, her eyes never leaving his. "Fill me like you filled them."

He entered her slowly, and the forest sighed.

The trees shivered.

The ground warmed.

And the wives began to hum.

It wasn’t a song they knew, but one they had always been waiting to sing.

Jude thrust deeper, his body catching fire again, pleasure rolling in waves stronger than before. The woman arched beneath him, her mouth open in ecstasy, and her skin began to glow - green and gold and white. She wrapped her legs around him, clung to him, gasped his name.

"Jude - yes - this is the root - this is the gift - this is - "

She shattered.

Not violently.

But completely.

A flash of light.

A burst of petals.

And she was gone.

Jude collapsed onto his elbows, breath ragged.

The moss beneath them glowed.

And in the air, new words carved themselves into the sky in light:

"The ones who love deeply... reign."

Rain began to fall. Warm. Sweet. Like the final touch of something divine.

And the wives didn’t run from it.

They lifted their faces to the sky.

And smiled.

The rain didn’t wash anything away. It anointed.

It fell in fat, warm drops that clung to skin like sweat, that kissed cheeks and shoulders like tongues, that pooled between breasts and in the curve of hips like offerings. The moss beneath them pulsed faintly, no longer just a floor of the forest but something alive , something they had awakened fully - through flesh, through hunger, through union.

Jude sat up slowly, blinking water from his eyes, his body still aching from the overwhelming climax. Where the woman had lain was now only petals - hundreds of them, luminous and breathing. They scattered beneath his touch, sinking into the earth. He touched his chest and felt it still - her mark, like a slow throb just under the skin. Not pain. Not pleasure. Just presence.

"She’s part of you now," Rose said gently, stepping close.

He looked up at her. "I didn’t mean to destroy her."