Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1564

Chapter 1564: Chapter 1564

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. Zoey kissed his neck. Susan stroked his chest, and Sophie pressed a palm to his thigh, grounding him.

Jude climaxed with Lucy’s name on his lips, and she kissed him through it, her own body trembling, glowing brighter with every wave of release. She collapsed against his chest, and Rose caught her, easing her gently to the moss before pulling Jude upward.

"More," Rose whispered, straddling him now, her movements slow, circular, as if drawing power from the earth beneath them.

The others joined them like dancers weaving through light. Bodies tangled. Moans layered. Breath became rhythm.

Scarlet kissed Susan as she rode Jude next, her hair wild, her mouth hungry. Natalie was next - her body fierce and slow, hips grinding until they both cried out. Zoey took her turn without words, only touch, only breath. Stella kissed Emma while Sophie coaxed Jude from beneath, her hands and mouth electric. And Rose was always there, guiding, watching, holding it all like a current through her hands.

Each union sent pulses into the floor. Sparks rose. The temple shifted. Lights bloomed along the ceiling in constellations none of them had ever seen.

When it ended, they lay in silence, bodies tangled, hearts slowing.

And then, as if in answer, the stars above rearranged again - forming a single, glowing sigil.

Twelve points. One center.

Jude sat up, staring.

"It’s us," he whispered.

"We’ve written our names into the sky," Rose said softly.

Sophie exhaled. "Into the world."

And as sleep claimed them, wrapped in each other’s limbs, the island pulsed beneath their bodies - alive, sacred, dreaming with them.

Forever had begun.

The morning arrived without a sun. Instead, the sky simply lightened, glowing softly with golden-pink hues as if the island breathed color into the air rather than casting light from a single star. Jude opened his eyes to find Lucy already awake beside him, watching him with a stillness that felt reverent. Her fingers played lazily across his chest, tracing circles that pulsed faintly with light beneath her touch.

"You didn’t move all night," she whispered.

"I didn’t need to," he murmured, turning his head to kiss the tips of her fingers. "Everything I wanted was right here."

She smiled and climbed over him, not with hunger but with warmth, her body settling atop his like the final piece of a puzzle. She pressed a kiss to his cheek, then rested her forehead to his. "I could stay like this forever."

"You might get your wish," he said, and they both laughed softly, the sound low and intimate.

Around them, the others began to stir. Stella yawned and rolled into Zoey’s arms, while Grace sat up slowly, her hair tousled, eyes still half-dreaming. Sophie and Rose were already on their feet, standing near the edge of the living structure, gazing into the glowing trees. Jude could feel the change in them all. Even the quietest glance between them now carried the weight of memory, of everything they had become.

Susan rubbed her eyes and looked around. "Did anyone else hear music last night?"

Natalie nodded. "I thought it was just in my dreams."

"It wasn’t," Emma said, stretching like a cat. "It was the island. Singing."

Zoey stood, brushing moss from her thighs. "That light in the sky - it hasn’t faded. Look."

They all turned. High above them, the symbol remained: twelve points, one center. A living constellation that pulsed faintly as if in time with their own heartbeats.

"We’re part of it now," Rose said. "We’ve been etched into the rhythm of the world."

Sophie crossed her arms. "So what happens next? We made love until the island trembled. We touched godhood. Do we just... sit here and glow for eternity?"

"Maybe," Lucy said, grinning. "But that doesn’t sound so bad."

"No," Jude said, standing, the moss parting gently under his feet. "We live."

The others looked at him, expectant.

"We made something last night," he continued. "Not just memories. Not just magic. We changed this island. It’s still shifting. We need to explore what we created."

Stella tilted her head. "You want to leave the home already?"

"Not leave," he said. "Just walk with it. This place is alive, but it’s also listening. If we move, it moves. I want to see how far it goes."

Rose’s eyes gleamed. "You want to see what it becomes when we move together."

He nodded.

So they dressed - though clothing now was more symbolic than necessary. They wore wraps of leaves, of silk-like moss, of vines that clung lovingly to their curves and frames. Jude tied a sash around his waist and slung a pouch across his back, filled with fruit and a few objects that felt like they might matter later. A shard of glowing stone. A twisted bone fragment from the old forest. A small black petal that hadn’t wilted.

They walked in a loose line through the living canopy, the trees bowing slightly as they passed. The air was different now - thicker with promise, tinged with the scent of something sweet and warm. As they moved, the trees changed shape, curving away to form paths, parting gently without effort. It wasn’t guidance. It was agreement. Welcome.

They came upon a new glade - circular, flat, ringed with flowers none of them had seen before. In the center stood something strange.

A mirror.

But not glass.

It rippled like water, suspended in midair, tall as Jude, wide enough for two.

"It’s showing something," Susan said, stepping closer. "Is that... us?"

They all gathered around. Inside the mirror, images flickered - moments from their past.