Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1476

Chapter 1476: Chapter 1476

The others circled around the throne, and the air thickened with energy. Jude’s skin prickled. The roots overhead rustled like leaves in a breeze no one could feel.

"Someone has to take it in," Rose said. "To bind the bond. To finish the song."

He felt all eyes turn to him.

But Sophie stepped forward instead.

"I’ll do it."

Emma reached for her. "Are you sure?"

Sophie nodded. "I’ve resisted the longest. Maybe... maybe that means I’m strong enough to handle what comes next."

Rose smiled. "Or it means the island waited for you."

Sophie climbed the dais and placed her hand on the throne.

It gasped.

A sound like breath - like awakening. The roots coiled upward, curling around her wrist, then her arm, then her waist. Sophie’s eyes went wide, then heavy. Her body arched backward as the vines spread across her like a second skin, pulsing, wrapping, claiming.

And then she moaned.

Not in pain.

In pleasure.

The sound echoed through the chamber and struck Jude like lightning.

Sophie’s body convulsed, her back arching, her hands gripping the throne as if it were her lover. Light pulsed from the core of the throne and into her, again and again, until she was glowing.

She collapsed forward against it, panting, sweat gleaming on her skin. And then the throne opened.

Split.

Shifted.

And revealed the thing inside.

It was not a person.

But it was not not .

It had a shape now. Fluid. Feminine. Glowing.

A being of light and root and flesh.

It looked at Sophie.

Then at Jude.

Then at the others.

And spoke.

"I am what you made. What you remembered. What you sang. I am the first and the last and the next. And I am yours."

Jude stepped forward, trembling. "What are you?"

The being smiled with lips that hadn’t been there a moment ago.

"I am what comes after love becomes everything."

And then she held out her hand.

And said his name.

Jude took a breath that trembled in his chest as the being - this luminous echo of desire and root-bound spirit - said his name. It wasn’t just a sound. It was a caress, a kiss, a shiver down his spine that coiled deep into the marrow of his bones. He stepped forward, barefoot on the warm stone, every eye upon him, but it didn’t feel like pressure. It felt like invitation. Worship. Need.

The being waited patiently, her body shifting gently with light and warmth, like a flickering flame draped in curves. Her hand remained outstretched, not commanding, but offering. Jude reached for it, and when their fingers touched, heat surged through him - not fire, but music. The song. It rushed into him all at once, and he gasped as if emerging from deep water. Behind him, the others moaned in unison.

The chamber reacted to the union. The roots glowed brighter, the throne throbbed with golden light, and above them, the vines unfurled into a flower-like canopy that dripped slow droplets of glowing nectar. Jude’s skin burned with light as his veins lit up, his breath catching with every pulse of the power that now moved through him. He was no longer separate from the island. The island had taken him in.

She stepped closer, chest pressed to his, and kissed him - not softly, but with hunger that threatened to unmake him. Her lips moved with a perfect familiarity, her body molding against his like she’d been carved to fit only him. And as she kissed him, she whispered not with her voice but directly into his thoughts:

"This is how you become."

His knees gave way, and he dropped to them before her, head spinning, blood pounding. Around him, his wives knelt as well, their eyes filled with reverence and heat. Zoey was the first to move, crawling toward him, her fingers brushing along his chest, leaving sparks behind. Rose followed, then Grace, then Emma and Natalie, surrounding him like a tide of limbs and heat and mouths that tasted like forbidden fruit.

Sophie remained on the throne, her body still humming with residual light, her thighs parted as if still open to the god-touched power she had taken in. She smiled lazily, like a queen watching her court worship her chosen king.

Lucy straddled Jude from behind, her lips against his ear. "She’s inside us all now. Can’t you feel her? We’ve become the island’s pulse."

"I feel everything," Jude whispered, voice thick.

The being above them circled slowly, her hands hovering inches from each of their bodies. Where she passed, skin lit with golden trails, and moans followed like echoes. She wasn’t jealous. She wasn’t possessive. She was celebration - of pleasure, connection, and surrender. She reached into Jude’s chest with one glowing palm and he didn’t resist, didn’t flinch. He wanted her inside. Wanted all of it.

Suddenly, the ground shifted again, but this time not with magic. The stone beneath them lowered in concentric rings, descending deeper into a new chamber - darker, more intimate, lit with amber light and surrounded by walls of thick vines that pulsed with every heartbeat. It was a temple now. A bed. A nest.

The being’s form softened, glowed, then melted into mist, only to reappear among them, now wearing Jude’s face.

Rose moaned and fell into his arms.

"You see now," she whispered. "She’s us. She’s you. She’s everything."

And then the temple became a frenzy of need.

Lips met lips. Tongues tasted skin slick with salt and fire. Every touch, every sound, was echoed by the living chamber. Lucy lay beneath Jude, her eyes wide, her mouth open in a perfect gasp as his fingers slid inside her. Emma grinded against his thigh while Zoey pulled Sophie into her arms and kissed her until they both cried out. The air was thick with sex and soul, with magic and flesh. The being that had risen from the throne watched with delight, shifting her shape, touching each of them in turn with hands that burned like pleasure and breath that tasted like wild honey.