Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1511

Rose moved first, walking toward the light without hesitation. The others followed, some nude, some wrapping silken leaves and woven vines around their hips and breasts like second skin. No shame. No embarrassment. They moved with reverence and power.

As Jude followed them, he felt it - not fear, not even excitement. It was purpose.

Back through the split tree, back through the glowing moss-lined tunnel, back through the outer cave, they emerged blinking into the light of a new day. The sun wasn’t the same. It was warmer, more golden, and the air shimmered faintly as if dusted with invisible song.

Sophie stepped to the edge of the clearing. "They’re not far. I can feel them."

Emma nodded. "Like echoes of us."

Jude kissed her, quick and soft, and then turned to Zoey. "Will you go to Scarlet?"

Zoey grinned. "She’ll pretend she’s not interested. But I know what note she’s missing."

"Grace," Jude said. "Find Susan."

Grace touched her chest. "She’ll listen. She always does."

"Stella," he said. "Natalie."

Stella’s smile was serene. "She’ll sing when she’s ready."

"And Rose..." he turned to her, still aching from the feel of her on him, in him, around him. "What do I do?"

She kissed his lips. "Be the melody they can’t ignore."

The wives scattered like sparks - each moving in a different direction, following the pull of those still untouched, still hesitating at the edge of the door.

Jude remained, standing at the center of the clearing. The vines beneath his feet didn’t move now - but they thrummed softly, a base note, a rhythm waiting for its harmony.

He closed his eyes and exhaled.

And then he began to hum.

The hum rose gently from his throat, vibrating in his chest, spreading through the clearing like a ripple over water. It wasn’t just sound - it was invitation. Resonance. Memory. The vines beneath his feet responded immediately, glowing softly and curling around the edges of the clearing, like the island itself was listening again.

A breeze passed through the trees, warm and fragrant, carrying the scents of jasmine and salt. The light shifted subtly, forming patterns on the ground like ancient sigils etched in sunbeams. Jude didn’t know the meaning of those shapes, but he felt them - like he was standing inside a song written long before he arrived, a melody older than names, waiting only for its final verse.

He continued to hum, eyes still closed. The rhythm grew deeper, his body aligning to it, his breath syncing with it. His heartbeat followed. And when he finally opened his eyes, she was there.

Lucy.

She stood at the edge of the clearing, wrapped in nothing but the dawn and the shimmer of the song. Her hair was wild around her face, her skin glowing with the same golden hue that had shimmered in the cave. But it wasn’t the transformation Jude had feared - it was Lucy, fully herself, but lit from within.

"I didn’t run," she said, voice low and intimate. "I felt it. The moment you hummed. I followed it."

He reached for her. She came without hesitation.

Their lips met in a soft kiss that deepened immediately, mouths parting, breath exchanging. Her body melted into his, warm and supple, familiar and new all at once. He pulled her against him, his hands sliding over the curve of her hips, up her back, into her hair. She moaned softly into his mouth, hips arching into him, and Jude responded with a growl that was half-need, half-worship.

They sank to the soft moss-covered earth without breaking contact. The vines wrapped lazily around their legs, not pulling - just resting, humming faintly with them. Lucy straddled him, her knees pressed into the moss, her lips trailing down his jaw to his throat, then back up again, biting gently.

"I dreamed of this," she whispered. "Of you... of the song inside you."

"Then let me give it to you," Jude murmured, rolling them so she lay beneath him.

Their bodies met in the growing heat, skin to skin, mouths tasting and devouring. Every kiss felt like memory. Every thrust like a verse of the melody. Lucy gasped and arched, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him deeper, closer. Jude buried his face against her neck, whispering her name like prayer.

The island thrummed louder.

From the trees, soft echoes answered - Stella’s breathy moans, Zoey’s low laugh, Rose’s hum rising again into harmony. They were all joining in. Not watching. Not intruding. Just... becoming.

Jude and Lucy moved as one, the rhythm between them ancient and raw. Her legs wrapped tight around his waist, her heels pressing into his lower back, driving him deeper with every movement. The vines beneath them pulsed with each motion, glowing brighter, curling protectively around their joined bodies like the earth itself wished to witness their love.

Lucy cried out his name, shattering into climax, her voice piercing the canopy above like a bell ringing through time. Jude followed seconds later, collapsing into her, panting, holding her tight as the energy around them settled again.

For long minutes, they lay together in silence.

Then Lucy whispered, "I see it now."

He looked into her eyes.

"I thought I was afraid," she said. "Of losing myself. But this... this isn’t losing. It’s... returning. You were right. They weren’t trying to seduce us. They were trying to show us who we already are."

Jude kissed her, slow and deep. "Then let’s bring the others home."

From the forest, movement stirred. Footsteps. Laughter.

Sophie emerged from the trees first, her long dark braid damp with sweat, her lips curled into a grin that was wary but soft. "I felt you," she said. "All the way from the river."

"I wasn’t quiet," Jude admitted.

She stepped close, dropping to her knees beside them. "You weren’t supposed to be."