Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1545

Chapter 1545: Chapter 1545

Natalie touched a bus stop bench, and it stayed warm long after they’d gone.

Everywhere they went, they left warmth. Not miracles. Not sermons. Just rhythm. And the rhythm was enough.

That night, they found a rooftop again. Higher than before, wrapped in ivy and wind. The city stretched around them, still gray, still asleep - but now, it pulsed faintly. Somewhere deep beneath steel and fear and static, the world was listening.

Jude sat at the center of the roof. The others circled around him, bodies curling together, touching without needing. Their nakedness didn’t feel exposed. It felt essential. The wind played through their hair like fingers. Stars blinked above, dim against the haze but trying.

Rose rested her head on his shoulder. "They’ll never see the world the same after today."

"They won’t know why," Stella said.

"But they’ll feel it," Lucy whispered, her hand pressed over Jude’s heart.

Sophie looked up at the sky. "Will we stay here?"

"Until it’s time to go back," Emma said.

"Back?" Grace blinked.

"To the island," Natalie whispered. "It’s still with us. It didn’t vanish."

Jude nodded. "It lives through us now. Wherever we are."

They made love again.

Not hurried. Not greedy.

Just soft and deep beneath the stars.

Bodies touching. Hips rocking. Fingers finding places long known and freshly rediscovered. Lucy rode him slow, her body lit from within, moaning softly with every shift of his hips. Rose kissed his neck as he moved inside Lucy, her own fingers tangling in Zoey’s hair. Susan pressed kisses down Sophie’s spine while Stella sucked softly on Emma’s breast, pulling breathy gasps from her lips.

Grace straddled Natalie nearby, grinding slowly, their thighs slick, their eyes locked.

It wasn’t chaos.

It was home.

A breathing tapestry of rhythm and skin, woven tighter by every sigh, every moan, every kiss.

Jude cried out when he came inside Lucy, holding her tight, her nails sinking into his shoulders. She kissed him, forehead to lips to chest. Rose slid down beside them, pulling his hand to her mouth. Zoey kissed his thigh. Sophie held his face.

And the city below them pulsed again.

As if, just for a second, it understood.

Jude didn’t sleep that night.

He watched the skyline.

Felt the spiral still turning inside him.

And when morning came, and they rose together again, he knew this was only the first breath.

The dream had not ended.

It had only stepped into the waking world.

Jude walked ahead of them through the waking streets, the morning sun pale behind towers of glass and concrete. The city was stirring - cars moving slowly, doors unlocking, lights blinking to life - but everywhere they passed, time seemed to slow. Not stop. Just... breathe. Each step they took left behind more than footprints. It left a ripple. The island’s rhythm, now buried in their veins, pulsed outward, altering the very frequency of the world around them. People they passed blinked slowly, like they’d just stepped out of a dream they couldn’t quite recall. Heads turned. Mouths parted. But no one stopped them. The world didn’t yet know how.

Lucy reached for Jude’s hand and laced their fingers together as they moved through a narrow alley painted with fading murals. She glanced around, eyes shining with quiet awe. "It feels like we’re inside their dream now."

Rose smirked softly. "No. We’re inside their forgetting. But we’re here to remind."

Sophie trailed behind, close to Emma, both of them watchful, their bodies bare and shining, yet untouched by the morning chill. "How long until the world notices?" Sophie asked.

"When the right heart hears us," Grace said, running her fingers along the rusted edge of a mail dropbox, leaving a streak of golden light that shimmered briefly before fading into the metal.

They found an old schoolyard - a forgotten corner of the city swallowed by weeds and cracked pavement, the swing sets rusted through, the slide collapsed halfway. No children played here anymore. But the moment they stepped onto it, the air changed. A hush fell over the space. The breeze slowed. The vines curled up from the cracks as though sensing their presence.

"This used to be a place of beginnings," Natalie whispered. "We should start here."

Jude stepped to the center of the yard and knelt, pressing his palm to the ground.

It trembled beneath him - faintly, like a heartbeat returning after long stillness.

The others gathered around, forming a circle. Naked. Glowing. Their feet bare on the worn concrete. Their presence turned the forgotten space into something sacred. Something seen.

Rose placed her hands on his shoulders. "Breathe it in. Breathe it through us."

He closed his eyes.

The pulse rose.

From the ground. From the sky. From the city itself.

They joined him one by one - hands touching his back, his chest, his thighs, his face. Lips brushed his shoulders. Breasts pressed to his spine. Skin to skin. Each connection sparked light, a flare of golden memory. He was Jude - but he was also the root, the seed, the dream remembered.

Lucy straddled him from the front, her body soft and open, eyes burning with devotion. "Show them," she whispered, sinking slowly onto him. "Let them feel what we’ve become."

He gasped, and the world around them shimmered.

Sophie and Zoey kissed beside him, their bodies curled together in slow movement. Emma knelt behind Lucy, her hands guiding her hips, her lips at her nape. Stella and Grace intertwined like vines, mouths tasting, legs locked. Susan leaned back against Natalie, riding her hand, their bodies slick with golden sheen. Rose moved around them all, pressing kisses to temples, throats, chests, whispering truths in the language of the island.

Jude moaned as Lucy moved on him, slow and reverent, her rhythm perfect, her breath catching with every thrust. Around them, energy pulsed. Golden light rose from the ground in spirals, invisible to the world but felt by every living soul in a five-mile radius. Horns stopped honking. People looked up from screens, breath catching, eyes shining with unfamiliar emotion.