Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1523

Chapter 1523: Chapter 1523

Grace approached the edge of the pool, knelt, and touched the surface. The ripples moved outward, and with them came visions - flashes of herself in another time, another form, dancing naked in the rain, covered in ash and petals. She gasped and fell back, and Stella caught her, smiling.

"It’s truth," Stella whispered.

Jude moved closer, heart pounding. He looked down and saw not himself, but a version of himself painted in light, skin marked with golden lines, eyes glowing like Rose’s. He turned away, shaken.

Rose stepped up behind him, her hands sliding around his waist. "That’s what you can become."

"What if I don’t want to?" he asked, voice barely audible.

"Then you don’t. This isn’t conquest. It’s communion."

He turned to face her, and for the first time, he saw her not as Rose, not as the woman he’d loved, but as something beyond - her and more. She was still his Rose. But she was also something birthed from the island’s will, a vessel for the song.

"I want to understand it," he said.

She kissed him again - longer this time, deeper. The moment their mouths met, the chamber responded. The pool lit brighter. The air warmed. Behind them, the others began to move, slipping from their clothes with soft laughter and sighs, entering the water one by one.

Jude felt hands on his body again - Lucy, Sophie, Emma - all sliding around him with instinctual touch, not pulling him away from Rose, but joining. Layla pressed close, her mouth on his neck. Zoey’s fingers slid down his back. Susan kissed his spine. Natalie’s lips grazed his ear, whispering his name like prayer.

The pool beckoned.

He stepped in, surrounded.

And they bathed him in light, in touch, in love.

They worshipped his body again - not as a man, not as their lover - but as their center, their heart, the beat to which they would move now. He made love to them as the pool glowed brighter with each union - first to Lucy again, their bodies connecting with soft gasps, then to Sophie, her voice trembling in his ear, then Emma, who wept when she climaxed and whispered, "I see it now."

The others touched and kissed and stroked in waves around him, pleasure flowing in and out of each woman like music, like light, until they were all one. No longer twelve women and one man. Just one song. One root.

When it ended, the pool dimmed slowly, like the end of a dream.

They lay together in the water, tangled and glowing.

Rose sat on the edge, watching, smiling.

"You’ve begun," she said.

Jude looked at her and felt the truth in it.

They had crossed.

And now, whatever came next... they would face it as one.

Jude floated in the warmth of the golden pool, his limbs weightless, wrapped in the arms of those he loved - those who had changed, those still changing. The surface shimmered around him, a mirror of light and memory. He could feel the pulse of the island in his blood now, as steady and undeniable as his heartbeat. Lucy lay on his chest, her breath soft against his neck, her fingers still tracing those invisible sigils on his skin. Emma curled along his side, her thigh pressed tightly against his, her lips touching his shoulder without words. Sophie floated on his other side, silent and watchful, the only one whose eyes hadn’t lost their edge.

The water cooled slowly as the chamber dimmed, the flowers on the walls closing their petals, the golden glow settling into something deeper - amber, like sap preserved through centuries. The humming continued, but it had softened, become a lullaby instead of a summons.

Rose stood at the edge still, no longer watching like a guardian but like a priestess waiting for the right moment. When she stepped into the water, there was no sound, only a slight ripple that made Jude’s skin tingle. She didn’t come to him directly. She moved among the others, touching their foreheads one by one, whispering something they alone could hear. When she reached Sophie, she paused.

"I’m not yours," Sophie said firmly.

Rose smiled. "You’ve always belonged to yourself."

"Then why are you here?"

"To show you the choice."

"I’ve already made it."

"But you haven’t seen the whole path yet."

Sophie frowned but didn’t pull away. Rose didn’t push further. Instead, she moved to Jude, stopping before him in the shallow water. The others drifted around them now, close but not touching - watching, humming again, as if their voices had become part of the island’s atmosphere.

Rose raised her hand and placed it gently over Jude’s heart. He inhaled sharply. The contact was light, but the sensation that rippled through his chest was deep, ancient. He felt like a door inside him had been unlocked.

"You’re becoming," she said softly.

"I didn’t agree to this," he replied, but his voice lacked conviction.

"You don’t have to agree. Just feel."

"I still remember what we were," he whispered.

She leaned in, her mouth close to his. "And that memory brought you here. Don’t fear the evolution of love."

Their lips met again, slow and steady, but it wasn’t like before. There was no urgency now, only heat and inevitability. Her body pressed into his, her curves aligning with the memory of every moment they’d shared before the change. But now, there was more - like every nerve, every breath, every drop of sweat meant something.

As they kissed, the others began to touch each other again - not out of desire alone, but because the act had become something sacred. Lucy and Emma moved together beside him, limbs tangling with grace. Natalie’s soft moans blended with Grace’s breathy sighs. Layla and Zoey explored each other’s skin like sculptors worshipping their own creation. It wasn’t just erotic. It was worship, communion, the raw language of the island expressed through sensation and unity.

Sophie hadn’t moved.

She watched from the edge, the only one still separate.