Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1554

Chapter 1554: Chapter 1554

Jude cupped Lucy’s face as she began to move over him, their bodies rocking together in slow waves. Her mouth found his again and again, their kisses deepening with every thrust. The couch creaked beneath them - not in protest, but in rhythm. Like it had missed the weight of bodies tangled in pleasure.

Sophie entered the room, her eyes dark with heat. She moved behind Lucy, her hands trailing over her waist, her lips brushing her shoulder. Jude reached out and pulled her close, kissing her deeply as Lucy rode him, gasping between them. Sophie moaned into his mouth, her hand sliding between Lucy’s thighs to guide her rhythm.

The house shivered.

Not literally - but something shifted. Air moved differently. Light thickened. The dust stirred.

They felt it.

The house was waking up.

In the next room, they heard Emma moan, and then the soft thump of Grace’s body pressing into hers. Rose joined them, her voice a chant, her movements like a dance as she circled the table, brushing her fingers over skin and heat and hips.

Natalie cried out down the hall.

Stella laughed.

Zoey whispered, "There it is."

Jude groaned as Lucy’s body clenched around him, her head thrown back, hair cascading over Sophie’s shoulder. Sophie kissed her throat, murmuring encouragement, their bodies pressed close around his.

He came with her, buried deep, trembling, breathless.

The pulse was softer this time - but wider.

It didn’t burst.

It bloomed.

Light threaded through the house - not bright, not golden, but warm and pink and tender, like the glow of a sun rising after too many nights.

The air changed.

The silence broke.

Voices whispered.

Not theirs.

Thank you, they said. We remember now.

The calendar on the wall curled in on itself, then unfolded into new days.

Lucy collapsed against Jude’s chest, her breathing slowing. Sophie cradled them both, her fingers stroking their hair.

Rose entered the room, glowing faintly, her skin streaked with sweat and dust. "We don’t have to teach them how to feel," she said. "We just have to show them what’s been forgotten."

"And they’ll choose," Emma added from the doorway, pulling her hair back into a knot, her cheeks flushed. "That’s all we’ve ever done. Give choice back to the ones who gave it up."

They dressed only in touch, in each other, in sweat and breath and scent. No cloth. No masks.

Just skin.

Just presence.

They left the house in silence, hand in hand, twelve women and Jude moving together like tide and moon. Outside, the city stirred. A window opened. A curtain shifted. A voice called out a name.

It had begun.

Again.

The next veil shimmered to the north. They walked toward it.

In a park surrounded by steel towers, they passed through the boundary again and emerged into a world of heat and rhythm.

Music pounded in the air - bass and drums, bodies grinding in slow, hungry motion. A city of red and silver, where people still touched, but not with love. Only need.

"This place hasn’t forgotten desire," Grace whispered, her breath catching. "It’s poisoned it."

Rose nodded grimly. "We clean it."

Sophie looked around. "How?"

Jude stepped forward.

Lucy kissed his cheek. "By being seen."

They didn’t touch anyone here.

They just moved.

Jude walked through the dancers with his lovers surrounding him, their bodies glowing with sweat and connection, but untouched by hunger. Their kisses were slow. Their fingers tender. Their mouths open, but not demanding.

A man tried to grab Lucy’s wrist.

She smiled and took his hand - then pressed it to her heart.

His eyes widened.

He dropped to his knees.

Another woman approached, hips swaying, her eyes lined in shadow and pain.

Zoey cupped her cheek and kissed her once - just once - and the woman fell into her arms, weeping.

They kept walking.

The beat slowed.

The bodies parted.

The room cooled.

And love returned.

Not stolen, not sold, not chased - but offered.

Given.

The next door appeared behind the bar.

Jude didn’t speak.

They passed through.

They kept going.

Everywhere they stepped, the earth remembered.

Every hand they held, every kiss they gave, every body they welcomed changed the rhythm of the world.

They weren’t spreading a religion.

They weren’t claiming converts.

They were awakening lovers.

And the island inside them grew larger with every kiss.

When they stopped at last, it was on a quiet hill.

Grass rolled in gentle waves.

The stars above danced in spirals.

They lay together again, bodies tangled, mouths moving in lazy worship, fingers drawing constellations on each other’s skin.

Jude lay at the center, all twelve of them curled around him.

And beneath the hill, something new took root.

Not a tree this time.

A heart.

And the world thumped softly in time with it, the beat of twelve goddesses and one man who had dared to love them all completely.

And in the sky above, the stars whispered -

More.

The sky was velvet above them, stitched with moving stars that no longer followed constellations but spiraled in time with their breathing. Jude lay among the warm, naked forms of his wives, the grass beneath them like silk, the wind scented with wildflowers that had never bloomed in the old world. None of them spoke. They didn’t need to. Their limbs were entangled, their breaths rising and falling as one, their bodies painted with moonlight and touch. The ground hummed gently beneath Jude’s back - alive, aware, listening. It was the island’s heart, now beating not from a single tree but from the union they carried in them, spreading like heat in veins.

Rose stirred first. She propped herself on one elbow and looked at him, her lips swollen from kisses, her hair a tangle of firelight. "We’re not done."

He smiled, tired and full. "I know."

Her hand trailed down his chest. "But the world needs more than us."

"It needs the seed," Lucy whispered from his other side, curling closer. "You carry it now. In you. In us."