Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1526

Chapter 1526: Chapter 1526

They followed the gentle slope of the chamber as it twisted and narrowed, the air thick with warmth and sweet humidity. Moss cushioned their bare feet, and the golden light began to deepen, turning amber, then red - like sunset bleeding into the walls. Jude led the way, but none of them truly followed. They moved as one, shoulder brushing shoulder, hands brushing skin, hearts beating in eerie rhythm.

No one spoke. There was no need.

The song had shifted again, too subtle to hum, but present in the vibration under their soles, in the rhythm of their breath. The island had become part of them - or they, it. There was no boundary now. No fear.

The tunnel opened into a wide chamber, round like a womb, with a ceiling that shimmered like stars underwater. In the center of the room stood another tree - taller than the one Zoey had seen in her vision, more complete. Its bark gleamed wetly, a deep, glistening black that caught the light and swallowed it. Vines coiled around it like lovers in a trance, and its roots extended into a shallow pool of golden water.

At its base stood Rose.

She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to.

She opened her arms.

And they walked to her.

Jude reached her first, his chest rising with each breath, emotions churning - desire, confusion, awe. Rose looked at him not like a queen greeting a subject, but as a woman greeting her match. Her eyes were still gold, still strange, but they held nothing of malice. Only knowing. Only longing.

He cupped her face, brushing his thumbs across her cheeks. "We followed the song."

"I knew you would," she whispered, leaning into his touch. "Because it was always yours."

Sophie stepped beside him, her fingers sliding over his spine, grounding him. Emma and Lucy flanked Rose, touching her, kissing her shoulders, her neck, her collarbone, as if she were both shrine and lover. Rose sighed under their hands, her body trembling with welcome.

"Show us," Lucy whispered against her skin. "All of it."

Rose’s smile deepened. "Then open yourselves."

There was no command in her voice. Only invitation. And they answered.

Their clothes, such as they were, fell away again - feathers drifting to the ground like molted dreams. They stood bare around the tree, bathed in soft, sacred light. And the roots of the tree began to pulse faintly, glowing like veins beneath the surface.

Rose kissed Jude first. Not hungrily. Reverently. As if sealing something ancient.

Then she turned to Sophie, her fingers threading into her curls as their mouths met. Sophie gasped against her, and Jude watched as his wife melted into the kiss, her resistance forgotten, her surrender full.

Lucy kissed Rose’s back, sliding her hands down her hips. Emma moved to Jude, wrapping her arms around him, pulling him close so their bodies touched, chest to chest, thigh to thigh. "I need you," she whispered.

"I’m yours," he breathed.

And then there were no more words.

Jude lowered Emma onto the moss-covered floor, the golden roots of the tree encircling them like gentle restraints. She opened for him with aching need, pulling him in with a desperate kiss. He sank into her slowly, their bodies locking in rhythm, breath catching, hearts pounding.

Sophie straddled Rose, her mouth on her throat, her fingers tangled in her hair as Rose arched against her, moaning as Lucy’s tongue traced lazy circles across her lower back. The sounds - gasps, sighs, whispered names - filled the chamber, a song of flesh and devotion and transformation.

Jude thrust deeper into Emma, his hands braced on either side of her shoulders, watching her unravel beneath him. She clung to him, her legs locked around his waist, her cries echoing through the cavern. And beside them, Sophie cried out as Rose’s fingers found her core, stroking her with practiced grace until she bucked and collapsed against her.

It was a dance of endless waves. Rose kissing Lucy as Sophie rode her fingers, Jude losing himself in the tight wet heat of Emma’s body, then turning to Lucy, who straddled him and took him in with a sigh that vibrated through his soul. He kissed her breasts, her lips, her belly, worshiping her as she moved above him, riding him slow and deep, whispering that she never wanted it to end.

Rose knelt beside them, licking the sweat from Lucy’s throat, her hand between Jude’s thighs, stroking him in time with Lucy’s rhythm. Sophie returned to Emma, their mouths locking in hungry reunion, their fingers working in tandem, teasing each other until their bodies shivered and arched again.

And still, the tree pulsed.

It didn’t end in one climax. There were many. Hours of it - waves and echoes and surrender after surrender. Jude lost track of who he was inside, who was moaning beneath him or kissing his throat. It all became one - one rhythm, one breath, one endless rising. Each woman became the others - Rose became Lucy became Sophie became Emma, their bodies indistinct under the golden glow, their voices rising in harmony until even the island seemed to join the chorus.

When at last they collapsed together, tangled and spent, the tree’s light faded into a soft, amber glow. Rose rested with her head on Jude’s chest, her breath slowing. Lucy curled against his side, her fingers lazily tracing circles on his skin. Sophie lay draped across Rose and Emma, her mouth still parted in post-ecstasy silence. No one moved. No one spoke.

Because they had no words left.

The roots of the tree curled around their bodies like a blanket. The air cooled gently, and somewhere above, water trickled in a steady rhythm - like a heartbeat.

Finally, Emma stirred. "Is this... what they wanted?"

Rose answered without lifting her head. "It’s what we needed."

Jude closed his eyes, feeling the pulse of the tree beneath him.

The song wasn’t over.

It was just beginning.

Jude wasn’t sure how long they lay there - entwined, breath mingled, skin cooling under the hush of the cavern - but he knew something had shifted.