Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1543

Chapter 1543: Chapter 1543

They made love again that night - not from ritual, not even from need, but from a longing to fuse what they now knew. It was quieter, but deeper. Slow, honey-thick kisses. Fingertips exploring anew. Bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces, but with reverence. Like artists rediscovering the shape of desire.

Sophie took him first - quietly, under the moon, her body moving with aching grace. Then Lucy joined them, wrapping herself around him while Sophie rode him slow. Then Rose slid beneath him, kissing his chest, his thighs, while Zoey straddled his face with a hungry moan. They moved like worshippers now. Not just of him - but of each other. Of what they were building.

Emma cried out when he filled her, her body arching, her climax silent but shaking her to tears.

Stella kissed Susan as Jude kissed Natalie, their hands tangled, their hips pressed. Grace crawled over them all, brushing kisses like offerings.

Hours passed.

The stars spun.

The island pulsed.

And when they lay there, tangled in love and sweat, breathless and shimmering, Jude whispered the truth that had been burning in him since the pool.

"We were never meant to be separate."

Lucy rested her head on his chest. "We never will be again."

And far above them, the second symbol - the spiral - began to spin.

The next story had begun.

The spiral in the sky rotated slowly, casting arcs of golden light across the forest canopy and over the new sanctuary they had not built, but grown - breathed into being with touch and trust. Jude lay in the center of the woven nest of bodies, their breaths slowing, hearts synchronized like the rhythm of a shared dream still in motion. His arm curled beneath Lucy, her cheek against his shoulder, her leg still wrapped over his thigh. Rose nestled at his other side, fingers stroking his chest in slow, idle circles. The others had draped around him and each other in layers of warmth and skin, tangled limbs and golden sweat drying slowly beneath the stars.

But the spiral kept spinning.

Not just in the sky, but in Jude’s chest.

It pulsed - soft at first, like a whisper in his blood, then stronger. He sat up, careful not to disturb Lucy, though her eyes fluttered open and fixed on him with quiet knowing.

"You feel it too," she murmured.

He nodded. "It’s still calling."

Rose stirred beside him, propping herself up on an elbow. "The island’s not finished with us."

Sophie sat up from the tangle near the fire, hair tousled, breasts bare, eyes sharper than they’d been in days. "It’s not the island anymore," she said slowly. "It’s something more. Something... awakened."

Susan rubbed her eyes as she joined them. "Are we supposed to follow it?"

"It’s not a place," Grace said from where she sat cross-legged on the edge of the woven moss platform. "It’s a state. The spiral is inside us."

Stella stretched, catlike, her body sleek with the aftermath of hours of shared ecstasy. "But it’s also ahead of us. Pulling us."

"It’s both," Emma said, her voice hushed. "A path and a destination."

Natalie slipped her arms around Jude from behind, her breath warm against his spine. "Then let’s walk it."

The spiral above flared in response.

The moss beneath them rippled, revealing another path.

But this wasn’t like before. No glowing stones. No singing vines or carved roots. This was smoother. Simpler. Almost mundane - except for the golden sheen that coated the soil like morning dew. It didn’t look magical. It looked real. Familiar.

"We’re leaving the sanctuary," Lucy whispered.

Jude nodded, rising to his feet. The air wrapped around his skin like silk as he looked back at the nest of woven branches and flowering archways. "We’ll return," he said. "It’s part of us now."

They moved in silence, a circle of golden bodies, bare and radiant, without shame or hesitation. The forest didn’t part this time. It simply welcomed. The trees didn’t bend. They stood tall. The wind didn’t guide - it danced. There were no beasts, no growls, no strange humming. The island wasn’t leading anymore.

It was walking beside them.

After an hour, they reached a new clearing - a wide circle of open space, its center marked by an obsidian slab that rose waist-high, smooth as glass and veined with glowing amber. Around it, twelve smaller stones had been arranged in a perfect ring, like thrones sculpted from crystal and vine. The moment they stepped into the clearing, the spiral above stopped spinning and lowered like a mist, settling over the area like a veil of breath.

Zoey approached the central stone. "Is it an altar?"

Emma touched one of the thrones. "It’s a table. And a seat. And... something else."

"It’s a council," Rose said. "A place of choice."

Jude’s chest ached. "What are we choosing?"

A voice answered from nowhere - and everywhere.

Not Alara. Not the starlit woman from the tree.

But a chorus. Dozens. Hundreds.

The voices of dreamers past.

"You are the first. You are the pulse. You may continue the dream, or return to the world."

Lucy turned to him, her voice trembling. "Return?"

Grace swallowed. "You mean... Earth?"

The voices swirled like wind around their bodies.

"You are complete. You are full. You are free. But others are empty. You may choose to share what you’ve become."

Susan whispered, "Share it how?"

The center slab glowed brighter.

"By opening the bridge."

A flash pulsed across the stone, and for a moment, they saw it - Earth. Cities. Fires. Loneliness. Faces behind glass. People tangled in their own walls. Not evil. Just yearning.

Stella stepped back, her arms folded over her chest. "That place doesn’t want us."

"It needs us," Rose corrected.

Sophie’s eyes narrowed. "Or maybe it needs what we’ve found."

Emma stepped forward, standing at the center. "What if we’re not ready?"

"We’re never ready," Lucy said, smiling. "We just trust."

Jude reached for the slab.

It was warm.

Familiar.

He pressed both palms against it.