Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1537

Chapter 1537: Chapter 1537

One by one, they descended, the stairs cool beneath their feet, the air growing denser and sweeter with each step. It smelled of memory. Of first breath and last moan.

Of promises made in the dark and kept in the light. The staircase twisted downward for what felt like forever, until finally, the space opened into a vast chamber unlike anything they had seen.

A circular cavern stretched before them, its walls covered in glowing runes, its floor soft with moss and low-growing flowers. At the center was another pool, smaller than the one before, and entirely black. Not like obsidian - but like absence. Like shadow.

Rose stepped forward, her eyes wide. "This is where it started."

Jude moved beside her, the pull of the place resonating in his bones. "This is the beginning."

They circled the pool, their reflections distorted in the surface. There was no light above, yet they all glowed faintly, casting rippling golden halos that shimmered across the cavern walls.

Lucy stood across from him, her voice soft. "What do we do?"

Rose answered, "We give it ourselves."

Sophie frowned. "That’s vague as hell."

But before anyone could respond, Zoey stepped into the pool.

She didn’t hesitate.

Her foot touched the surface, and instead of sinking or splashing, the water parted for her like warm silk. She walked into it until the black rose to her waist, her breasts, her shoulders. Then she tilted her head back and disappeared beneath the surface.

A few seconds passed.

Then a moan.

Soft. Long. Full of aching beauty.

She rose from the water, gasping, her skin entirely changed. It glowed not golden but silver, laced with blue veins of light, her eyes wide and knowing. "It’s not just union," she said. "It’s remembering."

Without a word, Grace followed.

Then Stella.

Then Lucy.

The pool took them, cradled them, transformed them.

Jude stepped to the edge, looking down at his reflection. He no longer saw just himself. He saw all of them. One being, stretched across time and skin and desire.

Emma stepped beside him. "You first," she said, her voice quieter than usual.

He glanced at her, eyes questioning.

"I’ll follow," she said. "But you lead."

He nodded and stepped in.

The water was warm, but not just in temperature. It was warm like breath. Like a lover’s mouth. It wrapped around him with intent, peeling him back layer by layer. Memory dissolved. Thought vanished. All that remained was sensation.

He saw fire. Flesh. Stars being born in the curve of a woman’s hip.

He saw Rose dancing in moonlight, naked and covered in pollen.

He saw Sophie’s tears in the first dream, Lucy’s laughter as she rode the tide, Susan’s whispered confessions in the dark.

He saw everything.

When he rose, the others were waiting, glowing with him.

Emma entered last.

When she emerged, she said nothing - only looked at him with eyes no longer afraid.

Rose stepped forward and kissed her, not deeply, but fully. The way you kiss someone you trust.

Then she turned to Jude. "You carry the thread."

He touched his chest. "It’s all inside me."

"The island wants us to plant it," Natalie whispered. "To begin again."

"But where?" Lucy asked.

The chamber trembled.

A crevice opened in the far wall, revealing a tunnel lined with glowing vines. Without a word, they moved toward it, one by one, naked and radiant, no longer individuals, but pieces of something vast.

The tunnel led them back to the surface, but not to the forest they knew. They emerged into a field none of them had seen before - wide, open, rich with wildflowers that swayed as if to greet them.

In the center was a circle of stones, each one humming faintly. A place of offering.

Rose looked to Jude. "This is where it begins."

He stepped into the circle. The others followed, surrounding him.

Lucy pressed her body to his back, her breath warm on his neck. Stella kissed his shoulder. Grace traced circles on his chest. Each of them reached for him, touching, grounding, loving.

And together, they lay him down.

The earth embraced him, soft and eager.

One by one, they joined him. Each kiss was a vow. Each caress a prayer. The rhythm rose again, slow and reverent, bodies entwined not just for pleasure but for purpose.

Rose climbed atop him first, her thighs cradling him, her gaze locked on his.

"This is the seed," she whispered.

He entered her slowly, their breaths syncing with the pulse of the island. Around them, the others moved, kissed, joined, their moans rising like music.

Rose moved in worship, every thrust a declaration. Lucy kissed his lips between cries. Sophie gripped his hand, her own body pressed close.

They didn’t rush.

They offered.

And the island accepted.

When he climaxed inside Rose, the ground beneath them erupted in light - gold, silver, violet, blue. Vines shot upward, wrapping around the stone circle, blooming in seconds.

Rose cried out, body trembling, and the others followed, their pleasure igniting a cascade of light.

Jude felt it pour out of him, not just into her, but into the earth itself. A giving. A surrender.

When it was done, they lay again in a tangle of limbs, the vines gently curling around them like blankets.

From the center of the circle, a single shoot rose.

It shimmered with golden sap and bloomed instantly, a flower of impossible beauty.

Sophie stared. "Is that...?"

Rose smiled, exhausted and glowing. "The first tree."

Lucy curled into Jude’s side. "We’ve planted the island’s future."

Jude kissed her brow. "We’ve become it."

And above them, the stars blinked open - one by one - each brighter than the last.

The stars blinked like watchers in the heavens, ancient eyes blinking open to witness what had been birthed below. The field around them glowed softly, the light of the new flower casting gentle ripples of color across their skin. Jude lay in the center, breath slowing, heart still thrumming with the rhythm of what had passed.