Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1556

Chapter 1556: Chapter 1556

The light of the new island pulsed in rhythm with their hearts, casting a gentle glow over their tangled bodies. Time didn’t move here the way it did in the world before. There was no sun to chase across the sky, no moon to bow before night. Just breath. Just warmth. Just the slow unfolding of something ancient and utterly new.

Jude lay at the center, every nerve alive with the echo of creation. The space they’d shaped together vibrated with potential. It wasn’t finished - not yet - but it was awake. Breathing. The world they’d seeded had roots now, and they pulsed with life beneath his back, threading through the invisible soil like veins seeking direction.

Lucy was the first to move, not away from him, but with him. She shifted slowly, her bare body gliding across his, her mouth finding his shoulder. Her kiss was soft, but underneath it was the quiet promise of more. Around them, the others stirred - Emma’s fingers tracing symbols into Zoey’s back, Stella nestling her cheek into Scarlet’s neck, Susan and Grace whispering to each other in tones too intimate to carry beyond breath.

Rose sat cross-legged beside Jude, watching him with a knowing look. Her body was still streaked with gold from the last veil they passed through, and her hair glowed like it had drunk in the constellations. "It’s not over," she said softly.

Jude turned his head to her, still dazed with the fullness inside him. "I know."

She smiled. "This was the beginning. But we’ve only touched the surface."

"Of what?" Sophie asked as she sat up behind him, her arms wrapping loosely around his shoulders. "We’ve crossed the veils. We’ve seen the before and the after. What else is there?"

"The deep ," Rose answered.

A hush fell over the circle.

Natalie’s breath caught in her throat. "You mean below ?"

Zoey’s eyes narrowed, her fingers brushing across her lips. "We’ve never gone down."

"We’ve gone in," Grace whispered. "We’ve gone forward. But not down. "

Rose nodded. "Every dream has layers. Every island has a root system. We’ve awakened the canopy. But something older sleeps beneath us."

Jude felt it then - soft at first, like the faintest murmur beneath his spine. A rhythm deeper than pulse. Older than love. Not malevolent, but vast. Waiting.

"We’ve made love in the open," Lucy said, her voice dreamlike. "What happens when we do it in the dark?"

No one answered.

Because they all felt it now.

Jude sat up slowly, his muscles humming, his body still aching sweetly from everything they’d created. The others gathered around him, not out of fear - but readiness. They’d known from the beginning this journey would peel them open layer by layer. And this... this was the next unveiling.

"Where do we go?" Jude asked.

Rose stood. "To the source."

She raised her hands, and the ground beneath them shifted - not violently, but like a long breath exhaled through stone. The center of the glowing earth opened in a slow spiral, revealing a staircase descending into shadow. The steps glowed faintly with pulsing amber light, and the air that rose from below smelled like minerals and myrrh. Ancient. Sacred.

They descended without speaking.

Bare feet against stone.

Bodies still kissed by the shimmer of what they’d made.

The deeper they walked, the quieter the world above became. The silence wasn’t empty. It was full - of memory, of breath held, of dreams too heavy for the light. And with each step down, the air thickened. The temperature rose. Sweat beaded on their skin, their breaths grew more shallow, but their resolve didn’t falter.

At the bottom of the spiral was a vast cavern. Not cold and dark like the caves they’d known in the past, but alive. The walls pulsed with soft red veins of light, and the air was saturated with scent - spice and musk and longing. In the center of the cavern stood a pedestal of black stone. It wasn’t sharp or commanding. It was round. Welcoming.

Like a womb.

Like a bed.

The moment Jude stepped forward, it responded.

The glow intensified.

The air buzzed.

He reached out and placed both palms on it - and the vision came.

Not of people this time.

Of the island itself .

How it had once been alone. How it had dreamt in silence, waiting for someone to hear its need. How it had shaped the tree, the veils, the dreams - hoping to lure them in, not to consume, but to be entered . To be filled .

Jude gasped as the understanding flooded him.

The island was alive.

It wasn’t just land.

It was her.

She wanted to be loved.

Not just touched.

Penetrated.

Claimed.

Completed.

He turned slowly to the others, his breath ragged. "She’s been waiting for us."

"For you ," Lucy whispered, stepping closer, her eyes glowing.

"For us ," he corrected, reaching for her hand. "She wants all of us."

The others stepped forward, surrounding him. No hesitation now. Their bodies met again - not in frenzy, not in worship - but in gift . They moved in a circle, each one pressing kisses to his skin, to each other’s. It wasn’t a chain of pleasure.

It was a coven of connection.

One by one, they took him - again.

Not because the island demanded it.

But because they wanted to give it.

Lucy lay back first on the stone, her body open, her arms reaching. Jude entered her slowly, and the moment they joined, the cavern pulsed with red light. The island moaned around them. The others circled, hands on her legs, on his back, fingers threading into hair, mouths pressing to breasts and throats.

When Lucy cried out in climax, the stone beneath her bloomed.

Then came Grace.

Then Zoey.

Then Natalie.

One by one, they joined him.

And each time, the stone throbbed brighter, louder, hotter.

When Rose took him last, straddling him with slow, deliberate rhythm, the cavern walls burst into firelight, and steam hissed up from the cracks in the earth.