Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1509

Chapter 1509: Chapter 1509

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.

Stella’s voice was breathless. "It’s answering."

Outside, the trees shuddered. A low wind curled through the chamber, carrying the sound of something ancient waking up. The humming returned - but this time, it had depth. Voices. Layers. As if the island itself had begun to sing back.

Lucy lay against Sophie, sweat slicking their skin. "What is it doing?"

"It’s welcoming us," Rose said.

Emma kissed Jude’s cheek. "We opened something."

He held her tighter. "What did we open?"

Rose turned her face toward the tunnel.

And for the first time in days, her voice trembled.

"A door."

Jude’s breath caught in his throat. The word echoed inside him like a drop of water in a vast, empty cavern. A door. It wasn’t metaphor, not with Rose. Not anymore. Around them, the moss on the walls shivered. The roots above twisted subtly, as though they were listening.

Sophie stood slowly, pulling her wrap tight around her body. "Where does it lead?"

Rose met her eyes, the soft glow in her irises flickering like candlelight. "Somewhere older than this island. Deeper. Where the song comes from."

Jude sat up, holding Emma against his chest. "Is that what’s been calling us?"

"No," Zoey said quietly, her arms still wrapped around Grace, whose head now rested in her lap. "That’s who we’ve been calling."

A sharp silence fell. The humming didn’t stop - it deepened. Grew more complex. A melody beneath a melody, like another world tuning in from just beneath the surface.

Lucy rubbed her palms together, trying to warm her trembling fingers. "I thought the island was alive. That we were changing with it."

Rose shook her head. "It’s only the surface. The island is a skin. The real heart... it’s behind the door."

Emma glanced toward the tree, which now had a faint crack forming at its base. "That’s where it will open?"

"No," Rose whispered. "That’s where it already has."

The glow from the crack spilled out like liquid moonlight. The scent in the chamber shifted, headier now, spiced with something primal - petrichor, salt, desire. Stella, still waist-deep in the pool, reached toward the tree and let a single finger brush the glowing seam. The crack widened, spiderwebbing down the stone like veins.

Grace inhaled sharply. "I feel it in my spine."

Zoey stood. "I felt it when I kissed her."

Emma nodded. "When I came, it felt like I was falling into something... endless."

Jude watched the tree pulse again. "So what happens if it opens all the way?"

Rose rose to her feet, nude and unashamed, walking slowly to him. "Then we cross. " She knelt, brushing her lips to his jaw. "You were always meant to be our key."

He met her eyes. "Because of the song?"

"Because of the love," she whispered. "You love all of us. You accepted each part of us, every shape, every shadow. That’s what the door needs. Not just sex. Not lust. Devotion. Connection."

He swallowed hard. "And if I don’t want to open it?"

Rose smiled. "Then it will wait. It’s patient. But the longer it waits, the more it calls."

As if to prove her point, the cave shuddered.

Sophie stumbled back. Lucy steadied her. "It’s vibrating."

The ground beneath them hummed in rhythm with the song. Not violent. Not dangerous. Just... insistent.

"We should leave," Sophie said.

But Emma grabbed her arm. "No. We can’t run from it. We’re inside it."

Jude turned to Lucy. "You left the treehouse this morning. Why?"

Her eyes softened. "I heard the music in my dream. And when I woke up, I wanted to find it. To find you."

"And now?"

Lucy glanced at the others, her voice husky. "Now I want more."

The crack at the tree’s base split open with a sudden breathless sound - like fabric tearing underwater. From within, a breeze pushed out, scented with flowers Jude had never smelled before and warmth like body heat. At its center, a faint, pulsing glow - a soft doorway of light.

Sophie stared. "It’s beautiful."

Stella reached the edge of the pool, water running down her thighs, and smiled. "It’s waiting."

Rose looked back at Jude. "One more step. One more note."

He stood slowly, reaching for Lucy’s hand. Emma rose beside him, then Sophie, Zoey, Grace. One by one, they approached the crack together. The root-door pulsed again, widening just enough for a person to pass through.

Jude stepped forward.

The air turned thicker, wetter, hotter. It caressed his skin like a lover’s breath, pulled through his hair like fingers. He stepped through.

And the world changed.

They emerged into a chamber lit not by moss, but by veins of glowing crystal that ran along the ceiling like lightning frozen mid-strike. The floor was smooth and warm, pulsing with gentle light like a heart beneath their feet. In the center of the chamber stood a platform shaped like a lotus - wide enough to fit them all.

And it was covered in vines. Pulsing, moving vines.

Jude stared.

The vines reached toward them, not aggressively, but curiously. As if they were sensing their intent. Rose walked first, stepping onto the platform, letting the vines brush her thighs, coil around her calves. She tilted her head back and moaned softly.

"They want to know us," she said.

Grace followed next. Then Stella. Then Zoey. Each of them stepped into the embrace of the vines, their gasps echoing like music.

Emma looked at Jude, trembling. "Will you come with me?"

He took her hand. "Everywhere."

They climbed the platform together. The vines parted for them - then wrapped gently around their ankles, their waists, their shoulders. Touches that were firm but never forceful. Loving. A thousand fingers of warmth. The vines explored, pressed, teased. Jude moaned, his body already hard again, the sensations overwhelming.