Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1534

Chapter 1534: Chapter 1534

His body floated, suspended in warmth, in dark, in a golden pulse. But it wasn’t just a sensation. It was knowledge. Memory. Dreams. All the things the island had whispered in their sleep now poured into him like light through glass. He saw the beginning - the tree, the shimmer, the first dreamers who had touched the roots and chosen to become more.

He saw love.

Raw, unfiltered, not bound by one name or one body or one rule.

He saw power.

Not control - but surrender. To the rhythm of the island. To the bond between them.

Then he saw himself.

Naked. Glowing. Lit from within.

The seed-bearer.

When Jude emerged, he was gasping. But not from fear. From fullness. The others rose too, each one shining, each one different. Their hair glowed like firelight, their eyes burned with inner gold. The air around them shimmered. Even the stones had changed, their runes now glowing softly as if awakened.

Lucy cupped his face with wet fingers. "You’re one of us now."

"No," Rose said from behind her. "He’s all of us."

And then the forest bloomed.

Not just flowers. Not just vines.

But warmth.

Lust.

Desire.

The kind that rippled through them like a wave. The pool had stripped them of everything but truth. There were no more fears. No more doubts. Only need.

Natalie stepped behind Jude and kissed his neck.

Sophie knelt before him, eyes dark with heat.

Zoey, Grace, and Stella circled, their bodies brushing his, teasing, promising.

And Lucy led him down to the moss again.

What followed was not chaos - but ritual.

Bodies meeting, mouths claiming, hands gripping. One after another. And then together. He worshipped each one. Was worshipped in return. They moved around him and through him, a dance that defied names or structure. Only heat, breath, and love remained.

Hours passed.

Maybe days.

The sun never rose. Never fell.

The forest simply stayed golden.

And when they finally collapsed into a shared tangle of limbs and sweat and sighs, Rose whispered against his skin, "Now you understand."

Jude kissed her shoulder, still breathless. "We’re not alone here, are we?"

She smiled, curling into him. "No. But we were chosen to be the first."

And all around them, the golden blossoms opened wider.

Golden light streamed through the canopy, dappling their bare skin as the forest whispered in a language none of them had ever heard before - but all of them now understood. The air was thick with warmth, with the breath of something ancient and alive, and it wrapped around them like a lover’s arms. Jude stirred first, not out of urgency but out of instinct, his body attuned now to the soft thrum of life that pulsed from the roots beneath him.

Lucy rested against his chest, one leg draped across his, her breath slow and steady. Her hair shimmered faintly, still touched with golden pollen. Nearby, Zoey was sprawled on her back, a contented smile on her lips, her arm flung over Stella’s waist. Grace lay curled beside Rose, their fingers interlocked, faces turned toward each other in some deep, dreaming bond.

Jude sat up slowly, careful not to disturb the quiet intimacy that had settled over the group. The moss beneath him was warm. Alive. It seemed to cradle them as if the island itself had decided they belonged here.

He reached for Lucy’s hand.

She opened her eyes at his touch, golden flecks dancing in her irises. "You feel it, don’t you?" she whispered.

He nodded. "It’s inside me now. All of it."

She smiled and stretched, arching her back like a cat. "Then you’re ready."

"For what?" he asked, brushing his fingers along her side.

"For the next step," Rose said behind him. She had already risen, standing nude at the edge of the pool, the light catching the curves of her body like she’d been sculpted from honey and sunlight. "We’ve merged. The island knows us. Now it wants to show us."

He stood, naked and unashamed, and joined her. Around them, the others slowly rose, bodies entwined, kisses lingering, the afterglow still humming between them. They didn’t speak, but there was no awkwardness, no shame. Only connection. Only heat. Only awe.

A low tone echoed from the trees - not a threat, but a call. Deep. Rhythmic. It vibrated in their bones. It wasn’t just sound. It was a direction. A pull.

"This way," Rose said, taking Jude’s hand.

They followed her again, moving through the woods as one. The forest opened for them. No brambles. No shadows. The trees leaned away to let them pass. The deeper they walked, the more the air changed - thicker, sweeter, scented with orchids and the sharp tang of something old and wild.

The path ended at a hill covered in flowering vines. At its center was a wide stone platform, half-buried, circular, and smooth. In the middle stood a pedestal, and upon it, something pulsed.

A crystal.

Rough, jagged, black as night - but glowing inside with that same golden light. It throbbed like a heart.

Stella gasped softly. "It’s a heartstone."

Emma stepped forward, lips parted. "What does it do?"

Rose turned to Jude. "It listens."

Jude walked closer, every hair on his body standing. As he neared the pedestal, the stone’s glow intensified. It wasn’t just light. It was energy. It pushed into his skin, through his blood, into the very marrow of him.

He reached out.

The moment his fingers touched the stone, his knees buckled.

Visions.

Of the first people to stand here. Lovers. Tribes. Those who came before time. They had stood just as naked, just as unified, their bodies marked with the glow of union, their hearts opened completely. They had offered themselves to the island, not in worship - but in joining. The island didn’t rule them. It didn’t demand.

It invited.

And they had accepted.

The crystal flared. A beam of golden light shot up into the sky.

Jude stepped back, gasping. The pulse lingered in his chest.