Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1483

Chapter 1483: Chapter 1483

The forest no longer resisted them. Trees parted, vines lifted, fog rolled back in gentle waves to reveal paths that shimmered with soft bioluminescent moss.

The earth pulsed faintly beneath their feet, like the island was guiding them.

Every bird call was music. Every rustle in the underbrush was a harmony.

By the time they reached the camp, the treehouse glowed.

The structure, once built by hand and sweat, now pulsed with a subtle light, like it too had been awakened.

Flowers bloomed along the branches, and the wooden steps shimmered with thin veins of golden energy, pulsing softly beneath their feet as they climbed.

Inside, everything was where they left it - but charged, infused with something new. A warmth. A hum. The bed Jude had once shared with Lucy and Sophie now beckoned with soft light, the blankets catching golden motes of dust in the air like stars drifting on breath.

Zoey turned to them. "Tonight, no divisions. No separate rooms."

Sophie nodded. "We sleep together."

"No," Rose said. "We don’t sleep."

She stepped to the center of the room and dropped to her knees. "Tonight, we bind it. Forever."

They gathered around her.

Jude knelt first, cupping Rose’s face in both hands. Their kiss was slow, deep, endless. When they pulled apart, Lucy was there, kneeling beside them, her lips finding Rose’s shoulder, her hand reaching for Jude. One by one, they joined - hands sliding over skin, mouths hungry but reverent, breath shared between them all.

Clothes were cast aside again. Not with urgency, but with certainty.

Sophie guided Jude to lie back against the soft bedding, her lips trailing down his chest. Zoey and Emma kissed each other above him, their bodies folding in graceful arches around his sides. Natalie straddled his thigh, pressing slow circles into her hips as she leaned forward to kiss Grace. Stella moaned softly, running her hands over Lucy’s breasts before kissing her with a gentleness that melted them both into moans.

Jude was surrounded.

Not by chaos.

But by rhythm.

Each of them moved with awareness - not just of their own desire, but of the group’s. Rose took him inside her first, slow and deliberate, her body clenching around him as she whispered promises into his ear. As she rose and fell, Sophie kissed his neck. Then Lucy rode his face, her thighs trembling around him, her voice high and musical as she came.

Zoey pressed herself against his side, her fingers wrapping around his hand, guiding it to her as she kissed Stella with wet, open lips. Emma straddled him next, her movements faster, more insistent, driving them both into a spiral of pleasure that set off a chain reaction.

Grace. Then Natalie. Then Sophie again.

Until all of them had taken him.

Until he had kissed and touched and held each of them, wrapped in their scent, their breath, their cries.

Until there was no separation left at all.

They collapsed together in a pile of limbs and heat and light.

The island pulsed with joy.

And far off in the forest, a second tree began to bloom.

Its branches unfurled like fingers stretching after centuries of sleep, curling upward as though reaching for the stars pulsing through the velvet sky. The petals on the tree bloomed in slow motion - each one a different color, glowing softly as though lit from within. Hummingbirds, or something like them, shimmered into being from the air itself, darting in and out of the blossoms, feeding on whatever nectar flowed there. And below that tree, the roots dug deep into the earth, cracking open the soil as soft white light poured out like breath from a hidden lung.

Jude woke beneath that tree.

Or rather, he became aware that he was there - naked, warm, his body curved into Lucy’s, her leg slung over his, her fingers loosely tangled in his hair. Around them, the others stirred - Rose, Sophie, Zoey, Grace, Stella, Emma, Susan, Layla, Scarlet, Natalie. A whole circle of heat and limbs and breath. They had moved in their sleep, entwining as though gravity had changed and now pulled hearts instead of weight.

The first thing he felt was Lucy’s lips on his shoulder. Then the sound of someone kissing softly - Stella and Grace again, their mouths locked in slow devotion. Then a shiver moved through him - not fear, but some primal echo that something had shifted again.

The petals of the new tree began to fall.

Not like regular blossoms. These moved like feathers, or memories, drifting downward in slow spirals, vanishing just before they touched the ground. One landed in Jude’s open palm and dissolved into heat. Not warmth - heat. Desire. A low throb that started in his chest and radiated outward until his whole body ached with it.

Lucy lifted her head, her eyes glazed and heavy with sleep. She blinked, then focused on him, lips curving into a lazy, knowing smile.

"You feel it?" she whispered.

He nodded.

"It’s starting again," Rose said from behind him, her voice richer than ever. "The island is ready for the next step."

Jude looked around at all of them. They weren’t just beautiful - they were luminous. There was no line between skin and air anymore. Light shimmered from within them, like stars trying to break through flesh. And each of them looked at him like they knew something - something he was just now beginning to understand.

"We’re not just bound to each other," Natalie said. "We’re part of the island now."

"We’re what it is," Emma added. "Its body. Its voice. Its hunger."

He sat up slowly, breath catching as Zoey pressed a kiss to the small of his back and trailed her fingers up his spine. "We’re becoming gods," she whispered.

"No," Rose corrected gently, sitting in his lap and threading her arms around his neck. "Not gods. Something older. Something deeper. We’re becoming origin."

Sophie knelt beside them, her lips brushing Jude’s collarbone. "Then let’s begin."

They didn’t go back to the treehouse.