Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1532

Chapter 1532: Chapter 1532

The rhythm of the island pulsed deeper, richer now - less a hum and more a heartbeat. It throbbed in the soil, in the air, in Jude’s chest as he lay beneath the golden canopy of the tree, tangled in limbs and breath and warmth.

Lucy lay half across him, her fingers lazily trailing patterns along his stomach.

Zoey rested with her head against his thigh, her eyes closed, lips slightly parted, humming softly in rhythm with the pulse of the tree. Sophie sat at his side, watching, her fingers combing through his damp hair with a care that made him ache.

They didn’t speak.

None of them had for some time.

Words had faded into something less necessary. Touch said more. So did breath. The connection between them had deepened, not just from what happened beneath the tree - but from the change that still echoed through Jude’s blood. He could feel it. Still himself, and yet more. The way his body responded now was different - not just to touch, but to presence. To the women. Their emotions shimmered at the edge of his perception, faint impressions that slid over his skin like warmth through fabric.

He could feel their devotion. Their ache. Their joy.

Emma climbed into his lap next, straddling him with a smile that was both shy and primal. Her body was slick with sweat, her curls falling around her face like a veil, her eyes glowing with something deeper than lust. He reached up to touch her cheek, and she leaned into his palm like it was the most sacred gesture in the world.

"I dreamed of this," she whispered.

Jude didn’t answer with words. His hands moved to her hips, guiding her down slowly, feeling the moment of union like an echo through time. She gasped softly, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body arching as their rhythm joined the pulse of the tree. Around them, the others watched - not with jealousy, not with envy - but with reverence. As if witnessing a ritual unfolding exactly as it was meant to.

Stella curled up behind him, her breath hot on his neck. Natalie and Grace kissed each other nearby, their fingers entwined, bodies pressed together as they watched the rising and falling of Emma’s hips with hungry eyes. Scarlet moved between them like smoke, tracing fingers along bare thighs, whispering nothing at all as her mouth found soft skin.

The tree pulsed brighter.

Jude lost time. He lost everything but sensation. Emma’s soft cries. Lucy’s kiss on his chest. Layla’s fingertips sliding down his arm. The world was skin and breath and sacred heat.

And then it shifted again.

Not the island this time - him.

A surge moved through his core, not just pleasure but knowing. The golden light that threaded through the tree began to pulse from him now, faint but undeniable. The others gasped softly in response, as if feeling it too. Emma shivered, then stilled, eyes wide as she stared into his. She was glowing faintly. Her skin had taken on the same sheen Jude had seen in Rose. A golden shimmer, subtle but real.

"I feel it," she breathed. "It’s in me now."

Jude sat up slowly, cradling her against him, her legs still wrapped around his waist. "What is it?"

She cupped his face in her hands, kissing him softly, reverently. "You."

And just like that, the others moved again.

Rose approached, silent as ever, her eyes gleaming. She knelt beside them and pressed her lips to Jude’s shoulder.

"You’ve passed it to her," she said. "The seed."

"The what?"

"It’s how it spreads," she whispered, mouth at his ear. "It isn’t just touch. It’s union. Through you."

Emma curled against his chest, her breathing slowing.

Jude looked at Rose, and for the first time in days, felt the full weight of what was happening. "You knew this would happen."

"I hoped," she said. "But I didn’t know it would feel like this."

Jude looked down at Emma. Her skin still shimmered. Her breathing was calm. She looked peaceful. Changed.

Sophie rose from the moss and crossed the circle. "Then it’s a choice," she said. "You gave her something. She accepted it."

"Yes," Rose said. "And she’s better for it."

Sophie looked at Jude, long and steady. "Then I want it too."

His breath caught.

Lucy stirred, lifting her head from his chest. "Sophie - "

"She already knows," Sophie said softly. "I’m not afraid. I was never afraid of the change. Only of losing myself."

"And now?" Jude asked.

"I know who I am," she said, stepping closer. "And I want to know what this feels like."

Rose smiled.

Jude reached for Sophie’s hand, pulling her down slowly into his lap. She slid into place with a softness that made his pulse stumble. The others leaned in, close but not interfering, as if guarding the moment. Sophie’s breath mingled with his. Her lips found his. And then her hips met his in slow, deliberate rhythm.

She gasped.

Her head dropped to his shoulder.

"I feel you," she whispered. "All of you."

The light pulsed again.

This time from both of them.

Jude’s chest throbbed with something more than arousal - something ancient, sacred. Sophie’s glow bloomed across her skin, gold and warm and radiant. She clutched at him, clinging, moving, sighing, and then crying out with a sound that felt like it echoed through the roots of the tree.

Lucy watched with tears in her eyes.

When Sophie finally stilled, Jude kissed her deeply, holding her close. Her body trembled, and then relaxed, folding into him like she’d found the last piece of herself.

The others didn’t speak. They didn’t need to.

They moved together, wrapped around Jude one by one, each joining the circle of light. Grace pressed her lips to his spine. Natalie whispered her name against his chest. Zoey came last, kneeling between his legs with that same familiar fire in her eyes. But when she straddled him, when she lowered herself onto him, the fire softened into something reverent.