Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1508

Chapter 1508: Chapter 1508

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.

And from within each flower, a shape began to grow.

Small. Round. Alive.

Not children.

Seeds.

Embodied light.

Afterward, they lay tangled together in the moss near the pool, their bodies slick, their skin glowing faintly. No one spoke. There were no words left. Just soft touches, slow breaths, fingers laced.

Rose turned her head toward Jude.

"We’ve become."

He closed his eyes.

And held them all.

The cave exhaled around them, a soft pulse of warm air that carried the scent of their bodies, of moss, of something freshly bloomed. Jude laid between Lucy and Sophie, their skin pressed to his, their breaths slow and deep, their legs tangled with his beneath the mossy ground. Above them, the roots shifted in lazy spirals like they were dreaming, like they had taken part in the ritual and now slept peacefully around them. The water in the shallow pool still shimmered, softer now, as if satiated.

Rose sat upright, cross-legged on the far edge, her glowing eyes dimmed to a gentle gold. Her fingers trailed over her thighs in idle circles, and she watched the others with something between contentment and hunger - like she’d been filled, but not full. Stella leaned against her back, arms loosely wrapped around her, her cheek resting near Rose’s shoulder, humming quietly again. The tune was different now. Less haunting. More intimate. A melody of skin and breath.

Jude didn’t want to move. His limbs were heavy with pleasure, with the strange weightlessness that only came after total surrender. But Lucy shifted against him, her thigh sliding across his hip, her fingers grazing his chest. "We’re still here," she whispered, and kissed his neck. "Still ourselves."

Sophie stirred beside him. "Are we?" she murmured.

Jude opened his eyes. Emma sat a few feet away, her back arched, arms stretched behind her as she tilted her head toward the faint light drifting in from the tunnel. Her breasts glistened with droplets of glowing water, and her thighs bore the marks of earlier passion - smeared gold and soft red. "I don’t feel wrong," she said softly. "I feel... tuned. Like everything is in harmony."

Zoey, still half-submerged in the water, ran her hands over her belly as if expecting to feel something inside. "Those seeds," she said, voice low. "We made them."

Grace curled against Stella’s legs, her face dreamy. "We weren’t alone in the pool. Something touched us. Held us."

"We made love with the island," Rose said, not looking away from Jude.

Sophie sat up now, her hair wild, damp against her bare back. "You mean we gave it something."

"We shared something," Rose said. "We opened. That’s why it bloomed."

Jude ran a hand over his face. "What happens now?"

Rose stood slowly. "Now it grows. And so do we."

As she spoke, one of the glowing flowers from the tree drifted in through the open wall, floating like a paper lantern on invisible wind. It hovered above the water, spun slowly, then dropped. The splash was small. A ripple moved through the pool - and then the colors inside it changed. No longer violet and gold, but now a deeper red. Pulsing. Alive.

"It’s evolving," Lucy whispered.

Stella got to her feet and walked toward it. She stepped into the water again, letting the new hue soak up her legs. "It wants more."

Jude sat up, slowly, watching her. "More of what?"

Stella looked over her shoulder, smiling. "More of us."

Sophie stood too, facing the water. "Then we decide what we give."

Rose walked to the tree and knelt before it. The petals shifted, opened wider. One of the buds began to crack, and from within it spilled a glowing fluid - thicker than water, clear and shimmering. It pooled at the base of the roots.

Grace approached, knelt beside her. She dipped her fingers into the pool and brought them to her lips. She tasted it.

Her eyes fluttered shut. Her body trembled.

Emma was the first to move after that. She stepped forward, fingers trailing down her stomach as she approached Jude. "If the island wants more," she whispered, "I want to give it with you."

He stood slowly, body still aching with afterglow but stirred by the soft intensity in her eyes. "Here?"

She nodded. "Now. Before it asks again."

He didn’t need convincing.

She pushed him gently onto the moss and climbed over him, her knees pressing into his hips, her hands resting on his chest. The others watched, but there was no judgment. No shame. Only hunger. Only heat.

Emma leaned down and kissed him, her tongue parting his lips with a slow, eager sweep. Her body found his, aligned with him like they had done this a hundred times already. When she sank down onto him, they both gasped.

He gripped her hips and rolled them, turning her beneath him as he began to move - slow and deep, each thrust like a prayer, each breath a promise. Her fingers raked his back. Her moans fed the cave.

The tree pulsed again.

Grace moaned softly as she leaned against Zoey, and Zoey’s hand slid under her wrap. Their mouths found each other. Beside them, Lucy pulled Sophie down into her lap, their lips hungry, hands desperate, thighs pressed together.

The pool glowed brighter. The walls echoed with pleasure.

Jude cried out as he came again, Emma’s legs locking around him, her voice trembling in his ear. "Yes - Jude - yes - "

He collapsed against her, shaking.

But the tree was blooming again.

Rose looked up, eyes wide.

"It’s not just asking anymore," she said.