Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1551

Chapter 1551: Chapter 1551

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.

"To the next place," Rose said. "The next city. The next world. Wherever they’ve forgotten how to dream."

Layla laughed and leaned against Jude’s side. "Gods with wandering feet."

"Lovers with open hands," Natalie added.

"And mouths," Grace whispered, making everyone laugh.

Below them, the city changed again. The streets softened. Roads unraveled. Parks erupted with strange flowers that hadn’t existed before. Entire blocks dissolved into forests of bioluminescent trees. Water flowed where no river had ever been. And at the center - where the square had been - stood the spiral tree, pulsing like a second sun.

And the people?

They danced.

They made love beneath trees.

They whispered confessions.

They cried and kissed and touched like the world had finally turned warm.

Jude turned from the edge and faced his wives - his twelve glowing goddesses, each now something more than flesh, more than love.

They were part of it all.

He reached for Lucy first, kissing her deeply, tasting salt and gold.

Then Rose, his hands tangled in her hair.

Then each of them, in turn, one kiss passed from mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, soul to soul, until he stood again, trembling and full and burning.

"Where to next?" Stella asked.

"Wherever we’re needed," Rose answered.

Behind them, the heartstone pulsed again.

A new path opened - this one made of crystal and light, stretching beyond the tree, beyond the city.

Into the stars.

They didn’t hesitate.

They walked together, hand in hand, the golden light swirling around their feet.

And behind them, the city dreamed on.

Forever.

The crystal path shimmered beneath their feet, each step echoing not as sound, but as sensation - warmth curling through their skin, memory blooming behind their eyes. It wasn’t just a road forward. It was a tether, a pulse, a whisper that hummed in harmony with their breath. Jude led them at the center, his hands clasped with Rose and Lucy on either side. Behind them, the others moved like a single wave - bodies brushing, arms twining, hips swaying in rhythm with something deeper than footsteps. Something older than the island itself.

Above them, the stars spiraled into new constellations - shapes that resembled open mouths, arching spines, outstretched hands, and the curves of lovers bound together in ecstasy. It was as if the universe had watched, learned, and redrawn itself around what had taken root in that moss-covered square.

Susan walked backward for a time, staring at the fading shimmer of the tree in the city behind them. "Will it survive without us?"

Natalie slipped an arm around her waist, her voice low. "It won’t just survive. It will thrive."

"But we’re the source," Susan murmured.

"No," said Lucy, brushing her hand down Jude’s chest. "We’re just the first spark."

Ahead, the crystal path opened into what looked like open space - but it wasn’t empty. It breathed. Gold dust floated in the air, swirling in hypnotic spirals. Time slowed. Or maybe stopped. They passed through it together, the light caressing their skin like breath, like a thousand mouths whispering praise. Their bodies tingled, nipples tightening, thighs clenching, breath catching - not from arousal, not exactly. But from pure connection. The kind of intimacy that stripped away everything false.

Rose leaned into Jude, her lips grazing his ear. "Do you feel that?"

"Yes," he whispered.

"It’s not a place we’re going to," she said. "It’s a state."

Suddenly, they were there.

No footsteps. No arrival. One moment floating in golden haze, the next -

Standing in a space unlike anything they had seen.

It was a chamber, but not closed. Walled in starlight and root. The floor was soft as flesh. The air warm as breath. The sky above them rippled with images - glimpses of other cities, other lives. People sleeping, weeping, waking in sweat with dreams they couldn’t remember. The world was aching. Waiting. Ready.

At the chamber’s center was another pool - circular and dark, like the one they had entered together beneath the first tree. But this one pulsed with a strange new light. It wasn’t gold.

It was crimson.

Alive.

Beating.

"The blood," Grace whispered.

"Of the new tree," Stella added.

Sophie knelt beside it, her fingers just above the surface. "It’s not waiting for us to touch it."

Jude felt it too. A pull. A pulse that wanted not reverence, not patience - but surrender.

Rose stepped into the pool first.

The crimson liquid rose around her ankles like smoke, clinging to her calves as she descended deeper. It kissed her thighs, her stomach, her breasts, until she was submerged to her neck. Her eyes closed, head tilted back, lips parted in silent ecstasy.

Lucy followed next.

Then Zoey.

Then Natalie, Emma, Grace, Stella, Layla, Scarlet, Susan, Sophie, Elara.

And finally, Jude.

The blood-warm liquid pulled him in, cradling him like a womb. He sank beneath the surface, lungs full of heat, heart pounding in time with something vast and invisible.

He dreamed.

Not the island this time. Not the forest or the tree.

But the world.

Not as it was - but as it could be.

A world without shame. Without coldness. Where flesh met flesh in trust, in worship, in wildness. Where mouths spoke truth and tongues told stories on skin. Where desire wasn’t hidden. Where love wore a thousand faces and none of them needed to explain.

He saw a woman sobbing in a crowded city train, her eyes hollow.

He saw a man hiding in his bed, fingers clenched in guilt.

He saw children growing without touch, without warmth, without truth.

And the island whispered - bring them.

He surfaced with a gasp, and around him the others emerged too, slick with crimson light, their eyes burning brighter than before.

Jude looked at Rose.

She reached for him, touching his cheek. "Do you know now?"

He nodded.