Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1563

Chapter 1563: Chapter 1563

The silver pool glowed blinding white.

When it faded, the children were gone.

Not vanished.

Ascended.

Outside the temple, their energy lingered - woven into the trees, the sky, the very breath of the island.

Jude rose slowly, clutching the ache in his chest. "They’re not gone."

"They’ve become the island," Rose said gently. "It’s what they came to do."

"We didn’t lose them," Stella whispered. "We became them."

Lucy stepped into Jude’s arms. He held her tightly, and the others joined them in silence, pressing together, soaking in the grief and glory.

"We birthed gods," Zoey said.

"No," Grace said softly. "We gave birth to us. Evolved. Eternal."

They emerged from the temple into a new island.

Everything shimmered now. Trees bloomed in perpetual twilight. Waterfalls floated upward. Rocks sang when touched. The world had reformed in their image - twelve flames and one root.

Jude felt it all. The heartbeat of the ground, the whisper of leaves, the laughter in the air.

He stood at the edge of a high cliff with his wives surrounding him.

"I love you," he said. To each of them.

Sophie. Lucy. Rose. Emma. Zoey. Grace. Stella. Natalie. Scarlet. Susan. Layla. And finally, to the air itself, he whispered to the spirits of the children.

"I love you all."

Their laughter answered on the wind.

And together, they walked forward, into a world they had made with love, blood, breath - and each other.

The path ahead shimmered with golden light, laid out not by stone or vine, but by memory. Each step Jude took felt deliberate, though no thought guided him - only instinct, a rhythm moving through his blood, carried from the roots of the island and the love still clinging to his skin. Beside him walked Rose, her hair catching starlight. Lucy’s fingers laced with his, their palms fused like two halves that had always longed to meet. The rest followed, barefoot, bare-skinned, glowing. Not one of them spoke, but the air was thick with meaning, the way words might slow something too vast to say.

The island had changed. Or perhaps it had only revealed what it truly was. Flowers bloomed from nowhere, their petals exhaling perfume that stirred desire and memory in equal parts. The trees bowed slightly when the group passed, and each breeze that kissed their skin brought new sensations - laughter, tears, the soft sound of a child giggling in a dream. The children were everywhere and nowhere now, dispersed like golden pollen, present in the beat of wings overhead, the rise of waves against the far cliffs, the faint tremble in Jude’s chest.

"They’re inside us now," Emma said quietly. Her voice was different - deeper, more grounded, yet lighter too. "Not just our hearts. Our bodies. Our breath."

Jude looked at her and saw it - each of them was changing again. Not as before. This was subtler, woven into the way their eyes caught the light, the way their skin hummed against his fingertips. Grace stepped into a beam of moonlight and it clung to her, clinging like silk. Zoey touched a tree, and the bark glowed with warmth beneath her hand.

"We’re not just human anymore," Stella murmured, trailing her fingers through the air, leaving a wake of golden sparks. "We’ve crossed over."

"Then what are we?" Natalie asked, her voice husky, awed.

Rose smiled without turning. "Exactly what we’ve always been. Just finally unhidden."

They crested a hill that hadn’t existed yesterday, and below it, nestled between twin waterfalls, stood a new home. It hadn’t been built - it had grown. The walls curved like petals, open at the top to let in sky and stars. The floors shimmered with moss so soft it invited bare feet to sink into it. At the center of the space was a single stone platform, carved with twelve perfect grooves. A place for each of them.

Jude didn’t question it. He stepped forward, found his place - lower than the others, but not in submission. It was the heart. The root. The center. The others moved instinctively to their grooves, encircling him. Naked. Glowing. Eyes full of something holy and hungry.

As they settled, light bloomed from beneath them. Golden. Crimson. Rose. Violet. It climbed their bodies in slow spirals, illuminating lips and thighs, necks and ribs, the curves of breasts and the firmness of thighs. Jude closed his eyes and breathed it in. The light tasted like them.

"We’ve entered the forever," Rose said, her voice like silk draped over fire. "And now, we write the first night of it."

The glow reached a crescendo, and then vanished all at once, plunging the home into sudden velvet-darkness. No moon. No stars. Just touch. Breath. The quiet rustle of limbs moving closer. Then Lucy’s lips brushed Jude’s, and he shuddered. Not from surprise - but from the sudden flood of everything she was.

One by one, they kissed him.

Softly. Reverently.

Stella’s kiss was slow, like the rise of dawn. Grace’s was sweet and warm, with the press of her chest against his side. Zoey bit him gently before trailing her tongue down his neck, humming low in her throat. Susan brushed his lips like a prayer. Scarlet tasted like memory and fire. Natalie held his jaw as if to memorize its shape. Layla’s kiss made him ache. Emma’s made him tremble. Sophie’s stole the air from his lungs. Rose kissed him last, long and deep, threading her fingers through his hair, grounding him even as he floated.

When they moved together after that, it was no longer a matter of bodies. It was energy. Passion. Flow.

Lucy straddled him first, sinking onto him with a gasp, her back arched, her golden hair cascading around them like a veil. Her hips moved slowly, reverently, and Jude clutched her waist, his moan caught in his throat as her body consumed him.

The others touched and kissed as they watched, circling them, murmuring to each other, brushing against Jude’s skin. Emma curled beside them, pressing kisses to Lucy’s shoulder.