Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1557

Chapter 1557: Chapter 1557

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.

She kissed him hard.

He cried out into her mouth as he came again, her body gripping him tightly, sweat gleaming between their chests.

And then the floor shook.

Not from danger.

But from release.

The island came.

The tremor was orgasmic - a low, guttural sound from deep within the ground, followed by an exhale so long and low it vibrated through their bones.

The pedestal beneath them turned gold.

The light filled the cavern.

And a voice, low and female and vast, spoke not in words - but in feeling.

Thank you.

They collapsed together in the glowing warmth, limbs tangled, bodies damp, hearts wild. The cavern slowly quieted, returning to a hum, the air pulsing with contentment.

The island had been entered.

Filled.

Satisfied.

And now\... it would bloom.

Above them, unseen, a thousand golden trees sprouted from the soil in an instant, roots twisting through earth, flowers bursting in impossible time.

New veils shimmered across the horizon.

Not of healing.

Not of pain.

But of invitation.

Jude held Lucy close.

She kissed his jaw, laughing softly. "We made her moan."

He smiled against her hair. "We’ll do it again."

And beneath them, the island purred.

The ground beneath them was still humming, like the aftershocks of something too vast to be contained, too primal to end with a single climax. Jude lay among them, breath shallow, chest rising and falling as if he were still sinking into the heartbeat of the earth. The others were sprawled beside him, limbs tangled, their bodies slick with sweat and light. But even in the exhaustion, even in the fullness, something lingered. Not unrest. Not fear. Anticipation.

Lucy pressed her face to his chest, her breath tickling his skin. "She’s not done," she murmured.

"She’s still hungry," Zoey added, stretching beside Stella, her voice husky with satisfaction.

"She wants us to feed her again," Grace whispered.

Jude sat up slowly, arms trembling, every part of him flushed and alive. "No. Not to feed. To grow. "

Rose’s eyes gleamed in the golden light. She was already upright, her legs folded beneath her, her posture relaxed but her gaze intense. "She’s ready to root deeper. Through us."

Susan leaned back on her elbows. "We gave her love. We gave her unity. What else is there?"

Emma answered, her voice low. "Legacy."

The word rippled through them like a breath caught between hearts. The air around them changed again. The light that glowed in the walls of the chamber dimmed into something softer, richer, the color of deep honey. The pedestal at the center pulsed once more - no longer gold, but a warm, living crimson.

Jude rose to his feet. None of the others moved to dress. They no longer felt naked. Their skin was their truest form now, and the island adored every inch of it. He walked to the center of the cavern, the stone warm beneath his feet, the hum rising with each step.

When he reached the pedestal again, the heat surged up through his legs and into his belly, like the island was speaking through his blood.

"Touch it," Rose said.

He placed his palms against the stone, and this time the vision was not of the past - but of the possible.

He saw children - not from memory, but as they could be. Not flesh and blood in the old way, but born of union, of island and body, of light and desire. They danced through the golden trees, laughter like wind chimes, their eyes glowing with the light of twelve women and one man. He saw generations stretching out into eternity. Not biological. Spiritual.

Creatures of passion and purpose, shaped by love and wildness.

He stumbled back from the stone, gasping.

Lucy reached for him, steadying him with a soft smile. "You saw them."

"They’re coming," he whispered. "They’re not... from us. Not the way we know. But from this. From what we’ve done."

Rose brushed her lips across his shoulder. "Then let’s call them."

Natalie laughed, husky and bright. "With what? Magic?"

"No," Stella murmured, stepping toward Jude and running her fingers down his chest. "With pleasure. "

Sophie leaned against the stone, her body arched, her breath already speeding. "We brought her to bloom through our bodies. Now she wants to birth. "

The pedestal responded with a new glow, this one pink and alive, like a tongue of fire flickering through the earth. The island wasn’t shy anymore. It wanted them again. Not just to connect. But to seed the dream.

Jude was already hard.

Not from thought.

From need.

His blood pulsed with it, his skin tingling with it.

The women knew.

And they came to him.

Not in a line.

Not in a ritual.

But in a storm.

Lucy was the first to drop to her knees, her mouth already open, her tongue teasing the head of him as he groaned, hips twitching. Behind her, Rose pulled her hair aside and kissed her neck, murmuring praises as Lucy took him deeper. The others circled again, but this time they touched each other too - Emma’s mouth found Grace’s breast, Natalie’s fingers slid between Stella’s thighs, Zoey knelt to worship Scarlet’s hips, every movement born of fire.

Jude couldn’t breathe.

Didn’t need to.

The island was breathing for him now.

Lucy rose, her mouth glistening, and guided him to the pedestal. She lay back atop it, legs spread, arms open.

"Take me here," she said, "so she can feel it."

He entered her in one smooth thrust, their bodies slick, already aching. She cried out, her hands in his hair, her thighs gripping his hips. The others crowded close, touching, whispering, watching as he moved inside Lucy with reverence and hunger.

She came with a gasp, her back arching off the stone, her pleasure soaked into the island itself. The island watched everything like a silent observer.