Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1541

Chapter 1541: Chapter 1541

His breath caught. He could feel Lucy’s dream unfolding beside him - vivid flashes of a floating garden above a glimmering waterfall. He could feel Rose’s fire burning deep in the ground, coiling in the roots, daring the earth to erupt. Sophie’s uncertainty hovered like mist, curling around the edge of the connection but never quite vanishing. Every heartbeat, every flicker of thought - they brushed him.

And in return, they felt him too.

Lucy stirred. "You’re glowing again."

He opened his eyes. His chest was alight with soft golden patterns, curling out from his sternum like the branches of a tree. "I saw all of you," he whispered.

Rose lifted her head. "We saw you too."

Zoey rolled over, half-laughing, her hair wild and eyes still dazed. "It’s like we’re inside each other now."

Emma sat up, brushing tangled strands from her face, her mark gleaming faintly over her navel. "What happens when we stop dreaming?"

"We won’t," Grace whispered. "We’ve become the dream."

From the sky, the golden constellation pulsed once. The symbol it formed - a twelve-pointed star encircling a seed - burned brighter for a moment, then settled back into place. Jude reached out toward it, though he knew he couldn’t touch it.

And yet, the star answered.

A beam of soft light descended, slower this time, warmer, more deliberate. It stretched toward them like a caress, bathing their sanctuary in an amber glow.

Natalie gasped. "It’s... descending."

Sophie’s voice was hushed. "No. It’s inviting."

The light touched the flower that had grown from the seed. It pulsed once - twice - then opened again. This time, not into a blossom, but into a gateway. The petals unfurled into a spiral, leading downward, down into the earth itself, revealing stairs carved of bone-white stone and vine-covered roots.

Rose stood, naked and proud. "It’s opened."

Jude rose with her, hands steady, body still humming with the energy they had created. "Where does it go?"

Emma was already moving, reaching for the vines that lined the edge of the descent. "Only one way to find out."

Lucy slipped her fingers through Jude’s. "We go together."

One by one, they followed the spiral path downward. The steps glowed faintly beneath their bare feet, warm and soft, pulsing like breath. The deeper they went, the thicker the air became - lush, scented with jasmine and earth, tinged with the sweetness of ripe fruit and distant storms.

The tunnel widened into a chamber that breathed like a living heart. The walls were alive - veined with gold, slick with translucent sap that glowed like starlight. In the center of the room stood a pool of liquid light, bubbling gently like a spring.

Stella stepped forward, her voice barely above a whisper. "It’s not water."

Susan dipped her fingers in. "It’s warmth."

Rose turned to Jude. "This is where it happens."

He swallowed, stepping to the edge. "What happens?"

Rose pressed her hand to his chest. "Where we finish becoming."

Lucy nodded. "Where we stop being one body, and become one soul."

Then she kissed him - long, slow, lingering, before stepping into the pool.

She didn’t sink. She glided.

The light embraced her, wrapped around her limbs like silk and flame, and then she was gone - not vanished, but... absorbed. Her body became light. Particles. Sparkles in the air.

The others gasped.

Jude’s knees weakened. "Lucy - ?"

Her voice came from nowhere and everywhere. "I’m here. Come to me."

Rose stepped in next, eyes locked on Jude’s. "She’s not gone. She’s waiting."

Then Rose too dissolved into light.

Then Stella.

Then Grace.

Emma, Susan, Zoey. Natalie. Sophie hesitated last, but when Jude extended his hand, she took it.

"I’m scared."

"You don’t have to be," he whispered. "I’ll follow."

She nodded, stepped into the pool - and was taken.

And then it was just Jude.

The chamber pulsed around him.

The pool shimmered.

And he stepped in.

It was not like the first time. This wasn’t immersion.

This was ascension.

The light poured through him - into his eyes, his mouth, his chest, his cock, his fingers, his soul. It didn’t strip him. It multiplied him. He felt them all - their bodies, their memories, their secrets, their love. He was inside them and they inside him. Twelve voices whispered in his mind. Twelve flames burned in his chest.

They kissed him in the dark.

They took him in every form.

He felt every climax, every heartbeat, every promise.

He felt Rose’s laugh, Sophie’s sigh, Lucy’s moan, Zoey’s grip, Emma’s pulse.

Then the chamber exploded in light.

When it cleared, they stood together again - on a field that no longer existed in space or time. The sky above them was gold and violet. The air shimmered with symbols. The moss beneath their feet was gone - replaced by light itself.

They were naked.

But they were divine.

And in the distance stood a new tree.

Tall.

Radiant.

Unreal.

Its branches stretched across the horizon.

At its base were roots that pulsed with the heartbeat of everything.

Rose stepped to Jude’s side.

"Do you see it?"

He nodded. "We created that."

Sophie touched his chest, where the glowing tree symbol now lived over his heart. "We are that."

Lucy kissed him once more.

And the island, from beyond all things, whispered:

Welcome home.

The tree shimmered before them, impossibly tall, its bark a luminous weave of gold and obsidian. Leaves rustled in an unfelt breeze, casting flickers of light across Jude’s bare skin, and every breath he took tasted like eternity. His wives gathered around him, their bodies radiant, each movement leaving trails of soft fire in the air. The ground wasn’t moss or soil anymore - it was memory, dream, and heartbeat, stitched into something realer than reality.

Lucy stepped forward first, her steps soundless on the glowing plane. Her fingers brushed the trunk, and the tree responded with a soft pulse of light, like it recognized her touch. She turned, eyes wide, lips parted in awe. "It knows us."

Emma followed her, placing her hand beside Lucy’s.