Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1504

Chapter 1504: Chapter 1504

The silver-grass path wound deeper into a part of the island they had never seen, the air thicker, warmer, heady with the scent of wild orchids and wet stone. The light was strange here - neither day nor night, a perpetual twilight that shimmered through the foliage like gold dust caught in a dream. Jude walked at the center of them, surrounded on all sides by the women who had surrendered to something far larger than themselves. And yet none of them looked lost. They walked with purpose. With grace. With desire still humming in their veins like electricity that had no off switch.

The path widened into a clearing so circular it could only have been formed with intention. At its center stood a stone plinth, barely waist-high, smooth as riverglass and wet with dew that never dried. As they stepped into the circle, the trees behind them shivered - and closed. No going back.

"I feel..." Lucy whispered, but her voice trailed off.

"You feel it too," said Emma, brushing her fingers over Lucy’s bare shoulder. "Like it’s beneath our skin now."

"It is," Rose murmured, stepping toward the plinth. "It’s us."

Jude ran his palm over the stone surface. It was warm. Pulsing. A familiar vibration began deep in his chest, spreading outward like fingers under his skin, like every heartbeat was harmonizing with the forest’s own. When he looked up, he wasn’t surprised to find the women forming a slow circle around him, their bodies gleaming in the strange light, their expressions open, their eyes dark with wanting and knowing.

"This place..." Jude began, but Natalie cut him off.

"It’s another altar."

Grace nodded. "But not for sacrifice."

"For offering," Sophie finished. "An exchange."

"For what?" he asked, already knowing.

"For union," Layla said.

They moved together then, wordless, drawn by rhythm older than language. Rose took his hands and guided him to sit on the stone as if it had always been shaped for him. Her touch was reverent, and when she knelt between his legs, her gaze lifted, dark and golden, meeting his. "Let us offer ourselves again."

He couldn’t speak - only nod, only breathe, only burn.

One by one, they knelt around the stone plinth, surrounding him like the petals of a flower closing gently at dusk. Their hands touched his thighs, his chest, his arms. Fingers interwove. Bodies leaned together. The air throbbed.

Lucy was first to kiss him - soft and slow, her lips tasting of moss and want. Then Emma, her kiss deeper, hungrier. Then Zoey, who bit his lip just enough to remind him she was still sharp beneath the surrender.

The plinth grew warmer under him. The ground trembled faintly.

Their hands never stopped.

Rose straddled his lap, her movements deliberate, sensual, her body rolling against him in time with some invisible tide. Her fingers tangled in his hair, her breath ghosted over his lips. "This isn’t just for us. It’s for the island. We give it what it needs, and it gives us what we were always afraid to ask for."

"And what is that?" he whispered, voice thick with anticipation.

"Belonging," she answered.

And then she sank down onto him, slow and sure.

His gasp was swallowed by her kiss.

The others pressed close, their bodies winding together in a nest of heat and pleasure and sacred ritual. Hands guided. Lips found skin. Moans layered over moans like waves against the shore. No one was separate. No one untouched.

Stella kissed Natalie’s throat while her fingers danced between Sophie’s thighs. Scarlet tangled her tongue with Grace’s, her hips rocking lazily in rhythm with Jude and Rose. Every movement fed the other, a spiral of hunger and fulfillment that climbed steadily higher, faster, hotter.

Jude was lost in sensation, in the wet silk of Rose’s body wrapped around him, in the warmth of Lucy’s mouth at his neck, in the way Emma’s breath stuttered as she ground against his leg. There were too many hands to count, too many lips, too many breasts pressed to his chest, to his back, to each other. Heat built. Sweat mingled. Hair tangled. The forest pulsed with them, through them.

He came hard, Rose’s name spilling from his mouth like a prayer - but she didn’t stop. None of them did.

They moved as one now.

A single body of desire.

And when the peak came again - first in Zoey’s throat, then in Stella’s cries, then in Sophie’s trembling gasp - they all felt it at once.

Something cracked open in the air.

The trees shivered again.

The altar flared gold.

A sound like distant thunder rolled through the forest, followed by a tremor beneath them that didn’t fade, just slowly transitioned into something... alive.

The plinth glowed from within, its surface changing, softening. The stone became flesh. Or perhaps their flesh became stone. The difference no longer mattered.

They collapsed around him - boneless, breathless, sated - but not afraid.

Jude lay back, his body singing with spent ecstasy, and looked up at the sky. But it wasn’t the same sky. Stars had appeared - close and wrong, strange constellations in shapes he couldn’t name. The air smelled different. Older. Wiser.

They had crossed something.

Changed something.

Rose curled beside him, pressing her lips to his jaw. "We’ve been marked again."

"By what?"

"By us," she whispered. "By what we’ve become."

Sophie sat up, her arms still wrapped around Layla. "I feel it too. Like something’s inside us now. Not a voice. Not a thought. Just... power."

"Not to rule," Lucy said, her cheek resting on Emma’s thigh. "To shape."

Grace ran her fingers through Scarlet’s hair, which now shimmered faintly red under the star-glow. "It’s like we’re connected to every root. Every stone. I can feel the river even though it’s not near us."

Jude rose slowly, heart still pounding. "Then what now?"

The forest answered.

A pulse of wind lifted the leaves.

The silver path appeared again, stretching in a new direction - this one lined not with flowers, but with fireflies, a thousand of them, blinking like beacons in the dark.