Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1506

Chapter 1506: Chapter 1506

It fell on their bodies like warmth and promise, filling them from within. Emma gasped and sat up. Her belly glowed faintly beneath her navel, a small light pulsing in sync with her heartbeat.

"What is that?" Lucy whispered, staring.

Emma touched it, her eyes wide and shimmering. "I don’t know. But it’s alive."

Sophie gasped.

So did Grace.

Each of them - one by one - the same glow. The same pulse.

Not pain.

Not fear.

Something else.

Creation.

The grove shook again.

The trees began to hum once more.

Rose turned to Jude. "We’ve begun something new."

His heart thundered.

Because he finally understood what the island had always wanted.

Not worship.

Not sacrifice.

Legacy.

And it had chosen them to carry it forward.

Zoey was the first to rise. Her body still tingled from the afterglow, but her eyes were sharp again - no longer lost in trance or humming reverie, but focused, grounding. She stood naked in the soft light of the grove, her body streaked with dew and glowing moss dust, and looked up through the opening canopy of trees. The stars above swirled unnaturally, constellations bending, pulsing, shifting in ways that defied memory or science.

"It’s not just us," she said quietly. "The island is changing, too."

Jude sat up slowly, his arms still wrapped around Lucy, who stirred against him like a cat, eyes half-lidded, lips still pink from kisses. Sophie sat nearby, one hand against her stomach, the other pressed against Emma’s glowing belly in quiet astonishment. Grace traced her fingers over her own abdomen with wonder, her breath shaking slightly, caught between awe and disbelief.

"It chose us," Emma murmured.

Rose stood slowly, regal and silent. The light clung to her skin like silk. She looked less like a woman now and more like a priestess - some forgotten oracle given form again through desire and unity. Her hair hung in loose waves, threaded with bits of vine and petal, and her gold-tinged eyes watched them all with a mix of pride and fierce love.

"It gave us a seed," she said, her voice carrying like wind through ancient trees. "Not just to birth. To become."

Jude rose to his feet as well, looking around at the aftermath of what they’d shared. Bodies slick with sweat, tangled hair, lips bruised from passion, hearts racing as one. The air still shimmered faintly, charged with more than sex - it was power. Energy. The whole island felt poised to erupt into something wild and unknown.

"Is this what you meant, Rose?" he asked. "All of this? The song, the change... was it about creation?"

She met his gaze without flinching. "Creation without chains. Connection without fear. Love without end."

Stella’s laugh broke the reverent silence. "God, you sound like a prophet."

"Maybe she is," Layla said, brushing sweat-damp curls from her forehead. "Or maybe she just got there first."

Sophie looked at the rest of them, her usual skepticism softened but still present. "We can’t ignore what’s happening to our bodies. Emma, Grace... me. This pulse - this light inside - it’s not metaphor. It’s real."

"We’re not pregnant," Lucy said, her voice hesitant but steady. "Not exactly. It’s something... else."

"The island didn’t give us children," Grace whispered. "It gave us a link."

Natalie, who had stayed on the edge of things, watching carefully without joining in the full intimacy, stepped closer now. Her body was untouched by the glowing light, her expression caught between fascination and caution.

"What if this is just stage one?" she asked. "What if the next part... changes us even more?"

"Would that be so bad?" Zoey asked, her voice low.

Natalie met her eyes. "You hated the change at first."

"I was afraid of losing myself," Zoey replied. "But I didn’t lose anything. I became more."

"More what?" Natalie’s tone was sharp now. "More willing? More pliant?"

"No," Jude said, stepping between them. "More in tune. More free."

"Free doesn’t mean surrender," Natalie said, eyes narrowing.

Rose moved to stand beside her. "And what are you resisting, Natalie? The change - or what it’s showing you?"

Natalie didn’t answer right away. She looked at them - Jude, Lucy, Emma, Grace, Zoey, Layla, Rose - all of them standing bare, glowing, radiant. It wasn’t lust anymore. Not just that. It was something deeper. Something woven into the marrow.

"I need time," she finally said.

Rose nodded. "Take all the time you need. The island isn’t going anywhere. And neither are we."

Jude stepped forward, brushing his lips against Natalie’s temple. "You’re still with us. Nothing has to happen before you’re ready."

Natalie’s eyes closed. She nodded once.

The group slowly began to gather their things - wraps and skirts pulled on, hair rebraided, skin cleaned in the shallow stream nearby. The energy had shifted again. From passion to purpose. From merging to movement.

They left the grove in a slow procession, like worshippers departing a shrine, the glow beneath their skin slowly fading but never fully gone.

By the time they reached the camp again, dawn had broken fully, and the treehouse shimmered in golden light. Birds were singing again. The forest had exhaled its long breath.

Sophie stood with Jude at the base of the stairs. "What happens next?"

He looked up at the sky, then down at his hands, still tingling from all the touch, all the joining. "We learn. We listen. We love."

"And if the island asks more?"

Jude looked at her. "Then we decide together."

That night, the fire burned higher than usual, crackling with green sparks like the forest had lent it its breath. The wives curled together around Jude in new patterns - Lucy on his chest, Sophie curled into his side, Emma holding his hand. They talked in low whispers, not about what had changed - but what could come next. The future wasn’t fixed anymore. It was alive, vibrating in time with their hearts.

Rose watched from a distance, her fingers weaving new patterns in the dirt, etching symbols that pulsed faintly with light.