Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1581

Chapter 1581: Chapter 1581

The morning light spilled over the canopy in soft golden ribbons, weaving through the leaves and branches, casting shimmering patterns onto the moss below. Jude woke slowly, his body wrapped around warmth, skin pressed to skin. Kira lay beside him, her breath calm now, her hand resting lightly against his chest as though she were still listening to the rhythm within him. Around them, the others had drifted into a circle again - limbs entangled, laughter and whispers floating like drowsy birdsong between soft moans and sighs of pleasure that still lingered in the air.

The island felt like it was holding its breath.

He rose, careful not to disturb Kira, and stepped through the resting bodies toward the pool at the heart of the sanctuary. The water shimmered like glass, undisturbed and impossibly still. He knelt by the edge and touched the surface lightly. The golden ripple spread outward like a pulse, echoing through the roots, up through the trunks, and into the wind.

Behind him, soft footsteps approached. Lucy knelt beside him, naked, her hair undone and glowing faintly with morning dew.

"You feel it too," she whispered, brushing a kiss to his shoulder.

He nodded. "It’s shifting again."

She looked toward the heartstone, its glow now pulsing in a slower rhythm. "It’s waiting for something."

Jude exhaled. "Someone."

Rose joined them, her body a curve of sunrise and shadow. "It’s preparing."

"For what?" Lucy asked.

"For the second awakening," Rose said.

Before either of them could question, the forest trembled. A soft wind pushed through the trees - not cold, not harsh - but deliberate. Jude stood, his entire body responding before his mind could name the sensation.

"I need to go to the cliffs."

Lucy blinked. "Why?"

"I don’t know." He turned toward the others. Some were already stirring. Kira sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees, eyes watching him with something more than curiosity. Trust. Emma brushed a hand through Sophie’s hair. Zoey and Stella were curled together in lazy post-bliss. Grace was already walking toward them, silent and calm.

"We’re coming," she said.

He nodded once.

Rose gave a small smile. "No. Not all of us."

Lucy frowned. "What do you mean?"

"It has to be balanced. Three men, three women," Rose said. "The six who bear the pulse now."

"The new ones," Jude murmured. "They’re part of it."

"They were always meant to be." Rose touched his chest, just above his heart. "You are the root, Jude. But roots split. Grow. Reach."

He didn’t argue. He simply looked toward the forest and felt the path reveal itself again - not with light this time, but with memory. He saw where his feet needed to go. He felt the pull like breath under his skin.

Jude turned to Elian, the quiet man who had joined days ago and barely spoken since. Elian stood already, a soft glow behind his eyes, his posture sure and ready.

"You feel it too," Jude said.

"I’ve dreamed of cliffs since I was a child," Elian replied simply.

They turned to the third - one of the new men, lean and broad-shouldered with hair the color of stone. His name was Coren, and though he had barely spoken since arrival, he now stepped forward, eyes focused.

"Let’s go," he said, voice low.

Lucy placed a kiss on Jude’s cheek, lingering. "Be careful."

"I don’t think danger lives here anymore," he murmured.

"No," Rose corrected, brushing hair from his eyes. "But revelation does."

The three men walked into the forest, and the moss thickened beneath their steps. They passed the tree where the Gate had first formed, and the light bowed before them. The island bent its will to their pace. The deeper they went, the more they felt it - not fear, not tension, but reverence. Like they were being led not toward something outside, but something buried within.

It took them less than an hour to reach the cliffs.

The sea below glittered like molten gold, waves crashing softly against ancient black stone. But the cliff itself had changed. It was wider now, flatter. Carved steps spiraled downward, shaped not by hand but by time and something more ancient. The wind here carried voices - not words, but tones. Hums. Chants. The island was singing again.

They descended slowly, and at the bottom they found it.

Another stone.

Not a heartstone.

A memorystone.

It stood waist-high, embedded in the earth, its surface carved with symbols that glowed faintly blue instead of gold. Elian touched it first.

And the world shifted.

All three men dropped to their knees, not from pain - but from understanding.

Visions poured into them, like hot breath across flesh. But these weren’t only visions of the past. These were futures. Potential. Paths they had not yet taken. Versions of themselves shaped by choice and union and surrender.

Coren groaned. "I see... her ."

Elian fell forward, palms against the ground. "I see him . His lips. His voice."

Jude’s breath left him in a single soundless exhale. "I see everything."

He stood slowly, and the stone pulsed with him.

Behind them, footfalls approached. When he turned, he wasn’t surprised.

Lucy.

Kira.

And Mira.

Three women, walking together, bathed in light. The island had summoned them, too. No words had been needed. Their bodies already understood.

Jude reached out.

Lucy took his hand.

Kira touched Coren’s shoulder, and the man gasped, turning into her arms.

Mira walked directly to Elian and cupped his face. "It’s you," she whispered.

And then it began.

Not a ritual.

Not a ceremony.

A fusion.

The sea raged below. The stone glowed brighter. The forest sang in rising rhythm. And the six lovers moved together in breathless symmetry. Bodies melted. Boundaries vanished. Jude laid Lucy down beside the memorystone and entered her slowly, her legs wrapping around his waist, their kisses wild and messy and unending. Kira straddled Coren, her hips already finding his rhythm, her mouth desperate on his throat. Elian and Mira lay entwined, her body riding his with soft cries and whispered devotion.