Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1558

Chapter 1558: Chapter 1558

She came with a gasp, her back arching off the stone, her pleasure soaked into the island itself.

Then Grace was there, pulling Lucy gently aside, climbing into her place, already trembling with desire. He took her slower, deeper, their bodies slapping together in perfect rhythm as she whispered his name like a prayer.

And then Stella.

And Zoey.

And Scarlet.

And Susan.

Each time, the island took their pleasure and returned it - blooming into more color, more sound, more life.

Sophie climbed onto him and rode him backward, her hands on his thighs, her breasts bouncing as she took him over and over, her cries echoing through the cavern until she collapsed into his arms, laughing through her tears.

Then came Emma.

She kissed him with fire, wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her with such force that the pedestal itself groaned beneath them. Her body clenched around him until he couldn’t hold back, and he poured himself into her with a cry that shook the walls.

The others touched him as he spilled.

Caressed him.

Kissed him.

Held him.

But it wasn’t over.

Rose approached last.

Naked.

Glowing.

Divine.

She climbed atop him slowly, straddling his lap as he sat on the edge of the stone, their bodies joining with a slow slide that made both of them groan.

This time, he felt it.

All of it.

Her need.

Her joy.

Her fear.

Her strength.

And beneath it, the island, her, channeling through Rose like lightning.

She rode him with her forehead pressed to his, their breaths mingling, her body slick and hot around him. The others gathered close, forming a circle again, their palms on the stone, their voices rising in a low chant.

The moment Rose came, light exploded from her chest - not outward, but inward, shooting down Jude’s spine and into the stone.

He came with her, deeper than he ever had, his vision going white.

The cavern shook.

The air screamed.

And then...

Silence.

They lay in a pile again.

Spent.

Slick.

Glowing.

The pedestal dimmed, then flickered - and from it came a sound.

A cry.

A small, soft, beautiful cry.

The women turned.

And there, in the center of the stone, wrapped in golden moss, was a child.

Glowing.

Breathing.

Eyes closed.

Then another appeared.

Then another.

Twelve in total.

One for each of them.

Not made of flesh.

But of them.

And the island.

Rose wept softly, her fingers covering her mouth.

Lucy reached for Jude’s hand and whispered, "We gave birth to the island’s future."

He held her tight, his other arm reaching for Sophie, for Emma, for them all.

And as the newborns opened their glowing eyes, the island sang a lullaby none of them would ever forget.

The song of the island settled into their bones, a lullaby carried on warm air, heavy with the scent of blossoms and salt and something newly born. Jude sat motionless, holding Lucy’s hand, staring at the twelve glowing infants cradled in soft moss atop the pedestal. They weren’t crying anymore. They weren’t cold or confused or afraid. They were watching. Silent. Aware.

Rose knelt beside them, brushing her fingers over one child’s cheek. The glow didn’t dim - it pulsed at her touch, golden light dancing under translucent skin. The baby’s tiny hand reached for her, curled around her finger, and Rose let out a breathless laugh that turned into a choked sob. "They’re real," she whispered.

Sophie crouched beside another. "They’re not like us."

"No," Jude said softly, his voice catching. "They’re more."

Scarlet knelt on the other side of the pedestal, one hand hovering just above a child’s chest. "They came from us... but also from her." Her eyes flicked toward the cavern’s ceiling, which now shimmered with faint constellations of moving golden dots. "She used us to bloom."

Zoey stepped in closer, watching the children, eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "They’re not human. Not exactly. They don’t blink. They don’t breathe like we do."

Emma looked down at the baby near her. "But they feel. I can sense them. Like... they know us."

"They are us," Grace murmured, pulling Natalie into a loose embrace beside her. "Pieces of our unity."

The children made no sounds, but as the twelve women and Jude stood in a circle around them, each one of the babies shifted. Turned. Reached.

Each child found the woman whose essence had formed them - and looked into her eyes.

Not randomly. Not out of instinct.

With choice.

Susan gasped as a small hand brushed her knee. "She’s mine."

Lucy scooped one up gently. The glow in its body pulsed in sync with her breath. "He knows my heartbeat."

The babies were not fragile. Not breakable. They felt weightless in their mothers’ arms but burned with something strong - something deep. When Jude tried to step forward, one of the infants lifted its head and stared at him. The others followed.

Twelve glowing gazes locked onto him.

Jude froze, every inch of his body tingling.

Scarlet whispered, "They recognize the root."

He sank to one knee, meeting their eyes. "I don’t know how to be what you need," he said softly.

In response, a soft warmth spread across the floor, like the island herself was answering for them.

You already are.

Rose touched his shoulder. "They don’t need you to teach them. They need you to love them."

And that he could do.

He reached forward. One baby reached back. Their hands met.

A pulse of energy rushed through him, not pain, not power, but clarity.

Suddenly, he could feel the others again - every one of the women surrounding him. Their thoughts weren’t words, but sensations. Emma’s fierce protectiveness. Zoey’s playful curiosity. Sophie’s slow-burning desire to understand. Lucy’s bottomless love. They were connected again, all of them - more than ever before.

But now, so were the children.

The babies didn’t cry. They didn’t need to. They communicated in waves of sensation, tiny tremors of thought that each woman received as intimately as her own heartbeat.