Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women -
Chapter 1507
Chapter 1507: Chapter 1507
Rose watched from a distance, her fingers weaving new patterns in the dirt, etching symbols that pulsed faintly with light.
It was no longer about resistance or fear.
It was about becoming.
And tomorrow, they would go back to the cave. Back to the tree. Back to the black roots that had whispered the first verse of the song.
Because now, they were ready to sing back.
They returned to the cave as the sun hovered high, the sky above so blue it hurt to look at. The light poured through the trees in thick golden shafts, and the island seemed to pulse in time with their steps. Jude walked at the front, his hand linked with Sophie’s. Behind them, Lucy, Emma, Zoey, and Grace followed in silence, all of them wrapped in light garments made from the island’s offerings - woven palm leaves, braided reeds, and stitched flowers. Stella walked barefoot, her eyes slightly unfocused, humming the same tune that had haunted them for days.
The cave mouth yawned before them, dark and welcoming. The moss along the entrance glowed more brightly than before, almost as if anticipating their return. The air was thick with the scent of wet stone, crushed petals, and something else now - something faintly sweet and earthy, like the promise of rain after a long drought.
Inside, the air shifted. The hum returned immediately, curling through the narrow passage like a song remembered from childhood. They moved together, breathing in rhythm. No one spoke. Words felt like an interruption now, a crude scratch against the smooth music that surrounded them.
When they emerged into the second chamber, the tree had changed.
It was taller now.
The black obsidian-like bark shimmered faintly with veins of gold and green. Its twisted branches reached higher, and from their tips hung small buds of glowing light - like fruit not yet ripe, or stars waiting to fall. Around its roots, new growth had begun to curl upward - vines, blossoms, delicate curling ferns that shifted when they breathed.
Zoey knelt near the base, her hand hovering over the soil. "It’s feeding off us."
"Or growing with us," Emma said.
Rose stepped forward and placed her palm against the trunk. The tree vibrated beneath her touch. A low, resonant sound echoed through the cave, and suddenly, all of them felt it - not just in their ears, but in their chests, their bones, the softest parts of their flesh. It wasn’t just music anymore. It was a call.
Lucy looked at Jude. "It wants something."
"It wants us ," Grace said softly.
Rose turned and looked at Jude. "There’s another chamber."
Jude’s brow furrowed. "Where?"
She stepped to one side and touched the wall. The stone responded instantly, shimmering, softening. It opened with a low, aching sigh, revealing a tunnel none of them had seen before. The darkness beyond it wasn’t cold - it pulsed with heat. Like a womb waiting to be filled.
Jude hesitated.
Emma moved beside him. "This is why we’re here. This is the next part."
He stepped forward.
The new chamber was warm, alive. The walls were covered in living roots, twisting slowly like they were breathing. The floor was soft with moss and petals. And at the center was a shallow pool, its surface shimmering with colors that defied the sky - deep violet, molten gold, a pink so soft it felt like breath on the skin.
They stood around the edge of it, mesmerized.
Then Rose stepped into the pool.
Her body was instantly illuminated from within, like the water carried its own light and wrapped itself around her in ribbons. She exhaled, her mouth parting, eyes fluttering closed, and the sound she made - half moan, half prayer - sent a ripple through all of them.
"It’s a temple," Sophie whispered. "A place of becoming."
Rose held out her hands.
Jude stepped in next. The moment his feet touched the surface, warmth flooded him. Not heat - intimacy. The water knew him. Welcomed him. Wanted him.
Emma followed. Then Lucy. Then Zoey and Grace.
They moved in slow spirals through the water, brushing against each other, their bodies trailing luminous wakes in the pool. Touch became inevitable - gentle caresses, fingers slipping along spines, lips brushing shoulders. The hum grew louder.
And then it wasn’t just music.
It was voices.
Not words - sounds. Songs without lyrics, memories in melody. The cave filled with it, wrapped them in it. Jude found Lucy’s mouth and kissed her slowly, reverently. Her body melted against his, and her moan joined the chorus echoing through the roots. Rose’s hands were on his back, and then Emma’s fingers brushed along his chest.
No shame existed here. No hesitation. It was a sanctuary for desire without fear.
They worshipped each other.
Jude was pulled under, not by the water but by the weight of sensation. Zoey wrapped her legs around him, her body slick and hungry, her breath hot against his throat. Grace clung to Lucy beside him, their mouths locked in soft gasps. Rose pressed against his back, whispering in a language older than speech, her hand sliding between them.
Time unraveled.
Sophie entered last.
She had resisted the longest. She had questioned, challenged. But now, she stood at the edge, her body trembling not with fear - but with want.
Jude reached out for her.
She stepped in.
And the water claimed her.
She gasped, her eyes rolling back, the glow rushing through her like fire turned to light. Emma and Grace reached for her, pulled her in. Her mouth met Emma’s. Their kiss burned.
The pool became a tangle of limbs and breath, a braid of souls and desire. Jude didn’t know who he was touching anymore. It didn’t matter. They were all one body. One rhythm. One song.
He came with a cry that echoed through the cave, and as he did, the tree in the other chamber pulsed with light. The buds began to bloom.
Each one burst open, revealing soft, glowing flowers - twelve of them.
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