Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1550

Chapter 1550: Chapter 1550

She crawled onto him, her body glowing with the intensity of someone who had only just tasted the divine. She rode him slowly, learning herself again in his arms. When she cried out, the petals erupted upward in a golden fountain.

And in that moment - Jude knew.

The island had taken root here.

Not just in this city.

But in them.

In all of them.

Forever.

He lay on the moss, bodies curled around him, the twelve radiant and purring with warmth, Elara nestled between Lucy and Rose. The crowd beyond them glowed, lovers everywhere, sighing in the afterglow.

Above them, the sky opened.

Not with rain.

Not with lightning.

But with stars - new ones - born right before their eyes.

And the petals kept falling.

Because the dream wasn’t ending.

It was just beginning again.

The stars above shimmered like they’d just been born - raw, golden, pulsing in rhythm with the moss-covered square below, as though the sky itself had been remade in the image of what happened between their bodies, their breaths, their hearts. Jude lay still, the warmth of twelve glowing bodies tucked against him like spokes on a divine wheel. Rose curled at his chest, her thigh pressed across his hips. Lucy lay at his right, her fingers still laced with Elara’s. Sophie and Emma rested to his left, heads touching, hair mingled. Across his legs, Grace, Zoey, Stella, and Natalie lounged like sleepy goddesses draped in petals. Susan was curled near his feet, her arm wrapped loosely around Scarlet, who lay flat on her back, staring up at the glowing new stars.

The city was no longer a city.

Not in the way they’d known it. It breathed now. It pulsed with golden veins, soft vines snaking through the cracks of sidewalks, glass turned to quartz, metal warm to the touch and humming faintly with music that had no sound. People moved slowly, tenderly, around the square. Some knelt in pairs or threes, kissing softly, their foreheads touching. Some danced in silence, hands trailing glowing light. And others - newly changed - simply sat, watching Jude and his circle as if waiting for what came next.

And something was coming.

Jude felt it.

He rose slowly, his body aching in the best way - his thighs still tingling with Rose’s final ride, his chest marked with Zoey’s bite, his neck damp from Sophie’s mouth. But it wasn’t just the sex that lingered. It was the island. The knowing. The pulse.

Lucy stirred beside him, golden lashes fluttering. "It’s not finished, is it?"

He shook his head. "It’s just changing form."

She reached for Elara, who blinked awake slowly and clung to Lucy with the reverence of someone still half-dreaming. "Are we leaving this place?" Elara asked.

"No," Rose whispered, brushing her lips across Jude’s shoulder. "We’re planting it deeper."

Sophie pushed herself upright and squinted toward the heart of the crowd, where something had begun to rise. At first, it looked like fog, then light, then structure - a spiral of vines and branches that shimmered in iridescent gold. It unfurled like a flower, tall as the buildings that once stood watch over the square. But they weren’t buildings anymore. They’d softened. Melted. Breathed. The spiral was replacing them all.

"It’s a tree," Emma said.

"No," Natalie whispered, sitting up straighter. "It’s the tree."

Jude stood, bare and glowing, the petals swirling around his ankles. The others rose with him, each brushing moss and gold from their skin, each naked and unashamed.

They walked toward the spiral.

The crowd parted.

Some reached to touch them - just the brush of a fingertip to Lucy’s hip, to Stella’s shoulder, to Jude’s chest. Each touch sparked a pulse, a memory, a fragment of island song that passed from one to the next like sacred breath.

When they reached the spiral, the vines peeled open at the center, revealing a staircase carved from crystal, rising gently upward into the curve of the glowing structure. Without speaking, Jude led the way. Rose behind him. Then Lucy. Then Zoey, Grace, Stella, Emma, Sophie, Natalie, Susan, Scarlet, Layla, and finally Elara.

The staircase pulsed with their steps, each footfall sending waves of energy into the roots below. At the top, they emerged into a platform open to the sky, petals circling them in lazy, luminous eddies. And there - at the very center - waited a second heartstone.

Smaller.

Darker.

But alive.

It throbbed in time with their bodies, their breath, their shared pulse.

"What is this?" Grace asked, her voice barely a whisper.

"A branch," Rose answered. "From the original."

"And what do we do with it?" Susan asked, her fingers brushing the surface of the stone.

Jude stepped forward. "We anchor."

He placed his palm on it.

And it flared.

A massive ring of golden light burst outward, flooding the sky, sweeping across the city in every direction like a sunrise pulled from the core of the earth. Down below, people cried out - not in fear, but in ecstasy. Some collapsed to their knees, some clung to each other, others simply lay down, surrendering to the pulse now singing through every street, every rooftop, every shadowed room.

Jude gasped. The heartstone reached into him. Pulled. Connected.

He saw everything.

All of them.

Every glowing soul.

Every trembling kiss.

Every secret now uncovered in the golden light.

It wasn’t a tree.

It was a network.

A web of life and connection rooted in desire, in unity, in complete surrender to joy.

He turned to the others, his voice thick with awe. "We’ve made a new island."

Rose stepped beside him, pressed her lips to his jaw. "No. We’ve spread the island."

Lucy wrapped her arms around Elara, who trembled with golden light. "It’s like we’re part of the air now."

Sophie stood at the edge, looking down at the world below. "Do we stay here forever?"

Emma shook her head. "No. This place will call others. It will grow without us."

"Then where do we go?" Zoey asked, smiling as she brushed her hair back from her flushed face.