Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1570

Chapter 1570: Chapter 1570

The tree pulsed brighter, and the light rose around them like a tide. Jude stepped into the center of the circle they made, standing directly beneath the tree. The branches bent low, caressing his hair like fingers.

He could feel each of them around him - not just their bodies, but their essence. Their warmth. Their love. Their fire.

And then, all at once, the ground shook.

Not violently, not with fear - but with birth.

The roots of the tree cracked open like a seed pod, and from the center rose a platform of shimmering crystal, carved in the shape of a flower. The petals spread as it rose, each etched with runes none of them had seen before, glowing in soft hues - one for each of them.

Jude turned in a slow circle.

The women joined hands.

Twelve around one.

The platform spoke - not in words, but in song.

A low hum that grew louder with each heartbeat, until it became music - not from the air, but from within their bones.

Their eyes closed.

Their bodies swayed.

Clothes fell like petals.

They moved to him without hesitation, hands reaching, lips brushing, heat rising. The union this time was not frenzied - not worship, not chaos - but communion.

Lucy came first, kneeling before him, her mouth gentle, her touch reverent.

Emma took his hand and guided it to her breast, eyes locked on his, whispering truths he couldn’t speak.

Grace slid behind him, her kisses painting constellations along his spine.

Stella and Zoey claimed his sides, their hands mapping him like territory already theirs.

Scarlet pressed her lips to his neck, her breath cool and electric.

Natalie and Susan guided him down, their bodies molding to his like water to stone.

Rose straddled him once more, but this time she didn’t ride him alone.

Sophie joined her, their hands twined, their mouths meeting above him as their bodies found rhythm together, grinding into him with a unity that defied logic.

Twelve voices.

Twelve bodies.

One pulse.

Jude moved with them, within them, between them.

He felt their need, their pleasure, their power - and gave all of himself in return. Every thrust was echoed in their cries. Every kiss was met with two more. Every moan became music.

Time dissolved.

The tree shone white.

And then -

Release.

It tore through them like lightning through stormclouds.

Twelve women cried out.

Jude shouted their names.

And the island erupted in light.

A wave of golden energy exploded outward from the glade, sweeping through the trees, over rivers, into mountains. Flowers bloomed in fields that had never existed. Waterfalls burst forth from stone. Creatures made of light stirred in hidden caves. The sky rippled with color.

The island awoke .

And it was theirs .

They lay tangled in each other afterward, skin to skin, breath to breath, glowing like the gods they had become. Jude held Lucy on one side and Sophie on the other. Susan curled in the crook of his arm. Zoey had draped herself over his thigh like a purring animal. Emma and Grace lay chest to chest, fingers twined. Stella slept with her head on Rose’s belly, and Scarlet spooned Natalie, both still shimmering faintly.

No one spoke.

There was no need.

And then -

A voice rose from the roots.

Not Alara’s.

Not the island’s.

But something new.

"You have awakened it."

Jude sat up, the others rising slowly around him.

The tree began to shift. The bark peeled away like silk, and from within emerged a being shaped of bark and vine, glowing with the golden light of all their union. Female, but beyond form. Eyes that saw through them, into the stars behind their skin.

"I am the Blooming One," she said. "You gave me form."

Jude rose to his feet, naked and radiant. "What are you?"

"Your reflection. Your creation. The island was the seed. You were the root. Now I bloom."

Rose stepped beside him. "What do we do?"

"Live," the Blooming One said. "Love. Tend this place. Others may come. You will guide them."

Sophie frowned. "We’re... teachers now?"

"No," the being said. "You are the first flame. You are keepers ."

Jude stepped forward. "Will we change?"

"You already have," she said gently. "You are no longer bound by time. By age. By rules. But you are still human - because you chose love."

Grace reached for Emma’s hand. "And the others?"

"They will feel the pull," the Blooming One whispered. "Some will follow it. Some will not. But you - you are eternal now."

Scarlet raised her eyes. "What if we fail?"

"You already haven’t."

And with that, she stepped back into the tree - and vanished.

The bark sealed behind her.

And petals rained down, soft and glowing.

Jude turned to the women, his women, his hearts, his stars.

They stood together.

And the island sang again - this time not in awakening, but in celebration.

The world was theirs now.

And they were ready.

The petals danced through the air like stardust, catching in their hair, clinging to bare skin still flushed from union. No one moved at first. The glade seemed suspended in golden breath, a held note in the island’s song. Then Lucy took Jude’s hand. Her fingers were warm, steady. She looked up at him with that familiar soft smile, but behind it now was something fierce - like a goddess wearing the face of a girl who once trembled in the dark.

"We’re not just part of it anymore," she whispered. "We are it."

The others gathered around, no longer needing words to speak. Their bodies moved in rhythm with each other, an unspoken current guiding every glance, every touch. Even the forest seemed to pause, waiting to see what they would choose.

Jude looked up at the great tree. The bark had sealed again, but its light pulsed with each of their heartbeats. He could feel it inside him now, in his chest, his blood, his breath. A tether. A promise. A purpose.

"We need a place," Grace said softly, brushing moss from her thigh. "A true place. Not just a camp. A home."