Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1576

Chapter 1576: Chapter 1576

"To us," Sophie answered. "To this bond. To what we’ve become. It can’t be walked into lightly. It has to be earned."

Zoey cracked a grin. "So we’re the gods now?"

"No," Rose said, her smile soft. "We’re just awake."

They set out before the sun reached its peak. They walked in silence at first, scattered in pairs, sometimes brushing fingers or lips, sometimes simply walking side by side. The island led them west again, past the cliffs this time, toward a stretch of land none of them had dared explore before. It was different now. The trees were thinner. The earth flatter. Vines moved out of their way. A long path of stones led to a small rise, and atop it, a wide circle of bare earth waited, surrounded by twelve standing stones.

Each stone had a mark carved into it - one for each of them.

Stella was the first to notice. "These are... our symbols."

Emma ran her fingers over hers. "But we didn’t make them."

"The island did," Jude said, breathless.

"It’s preparing for more," Susan whispered. "Like it’s already listening to them."

Jude stepped into the center of the circle. The earth was warm under his feet. As he stood there, something shifted in the air - a hum, low and deep, that vibrated in his ribs. He looked to Rose.

"We need a ritual," he said. "One that makes it clear. If they come, if they find us, they have to understand."

"Understand what?" Natalie asked.

"That this isn’t just a paradise. It’s a bond. A life."

Lucy joined him in the center. "They must be willing to give themselves over. To the island. To each other. To love without fear."

"And lust without shame," Zoey added with a wink.

"And unity," Grace said quietly. "Not just for him. But for all of us."

Each woman entered the circle one by one, standing before their stone, facing the center. Jude stood among them, turning slowly, catching their eyes.

"We don’t just build a gate," he said. "We become it."

Rose stepped into the center with him. "Then let it be built on trust."

And then she kissed him. Not with fire - but with faith.

Lucy followed, her kiss light and sure.

Sophie. Emma. Zoey. Grace. One by one they joined him, until all twelve had passed through his arms, his mouth, his breath.

And the earth beneath them responded.

The circle shimmered.

The stones pulsed.

From the ground rose twelve smaller stones, each one smooth, flat, and waiting.

Scarlet knelt beside one. "It wants us to mark them."

"With what?" Stella asked.

"With ourselves," Rose said.

They understood.

Jude knelt with Lucy first. She straddled him, slow and sure, her breath catching as he entered her, their eyes locked. Around them, the others watched - not with jealousy, but reverence. When their pleasure crested, Lucy pressed her palm to the stone beside her. It glowed softly, capturing the echo of her joy.

Then Emma.

Then Grace.

They came to him one by one, not rushed, not greedy, each offering herself with a whisper, a kiss, a moan.

The ritual took the day. The sun moved across the sky, casting golden shadows. When night fell, the final stone glowed with pulsing heat. Each of them had left something behind - an echo, a memory, a part of their truth.

The circle was complete.

Jude stood in its center once more, dizzy with love, with need, with something larger than all of them. The island whispered in his bones.

"It’s done," he said.

The wind carried it.

A message.

Far, far away, across water and root, another dreamer stirred.

Eyes opened.

And the journey toward them began.

They returned to the sanctuary under starlight, their bodies marked with sweat, salt, and the quiet heat of the ritual. The forest glowed dimly with bioluminescent moss, casting their skin in soft blues and greens. No one spoke as they walked. The air was thick not with tension, but with significance, a wordless understanding that what they’d done today had changed more than the island - it had changed them . Again.

Jude walked near the front, with Lucy on one side, Rose on the other. Behind them, Grace and Zoey walked close, their hands brushing now and then. Sophie and Emma brought up the rear, silent but alert, their eyes catching every movement in the trees. Ever since the visit to the drowned city, they had become protectors, guardians of something precious that none of them yet fully understood.

When they reached the sanctuary, Stella had already stoked the fire, and Scarlet was preparing fruit and tea, her bare back glowing faintly in the firelight. Susan sat by the tree root, her hands buried in the moss as if listening.

The women gathered slowly. No rush, no instruction. Just instinct. Jude stood at the center of the circle again, letting the firelight paint gold along his chest and arms.

"We’ve done something," he said, his voice low but steady. "Something the island remembers."

Lucy reached for his hand, interlacing their fingers. "It remembers because it wanted to."

"We’ve made a gate," Sophie said. "Now we wait to see who walks through."

"No," Rose said gently. "We dream them first."

All eyes turned to her.

Rose stepped forward, her body wrapped loosely in woven vines and glowing petals, her hair tumbling down her shoulders like living silk. "The island doesn’t move like we do. It doesn’t respond only to action. It responds to invitation . To desire ."

Jude swallowed. "You mean we summon them?"

"We call them. In sleep. In union. In love."

Natalie tilted her head, intrigued. "How?"

Rose smiled. "The way we call everything else. Together."

They didn’t need more instruction. The island never asked for rules, only intention.

The sanctuary darkened as they moved toward the soft moss at its center, their bodies sliding down to rest, to twine together. There was no urgency, no leader. Only instinct. Jude lay down first, and Lucy straddled him, her skin hot against his as she leaned in to kiss his mouth, slow and deep.