Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1582

Chapter 1582: Chapter 1582

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 memory stone 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.

Golden light flowed from the cliffs, arcing into the sky, met halfway by a beam from the heartstone deep in the forest.

And then the stones connected.

The island pulsed once.

Twice.

And bloomed anew.

When it was done, the six lay in a circle, breathless, trembling, changed. A symbol now glowed faintly on their skin - small, curling runes just above the heart, each unique but clearly part of the same whole.

The mark of awakening.

Jude sat up slowly and looked at the horizon.

More paths shimmered now.

More stones.

More stories.

They would find them together.

And the island would remember.

The sky above the cliffs rippled with soft, pulsing light as the six lay wrapped in each other’s heat and breath, the mark of the memorystone still glowing gently above their hearts. Jude watched it flicker on Lucy’s skin, a soft curl of golden-blue light that seemed to hum with quiet knowledge. Her fingers trailed across his chest, lingering where his mark burned warm under her touch. The others were still caught in that moment of afterglow - Kira curled around Coren, their bodies still connected in slow aftershocks of pleasure; Mira and Elian breathing as one, tangled together like vines finding the same sun.

No one spoke right away. The silence wasn’t empty. It was full. Like the stillness between heartbeats. Jude felt it thrum through the soil beneath his back, through Lucy’s breath against his skin, through the call of distant waves below the cliffs. It was as though the island itself was exhaling, satisfied.

Then Lucy whispered, "There’s more."

He turned his head, kissed her temple, then nodded. "There always is."

She rolled onto her side, propping herself up to look down at him. Her hair fell in a cascade of golden curls, and her eyes glittered with something fierce. "I felt something inside the memorystone. Not just visions. Instructions."

Jude sat up, the breeze wrapping around his bare shoulders. "What kind?"

"It’s like... we’re not the only ones. Not the first, not the last." She looked past him, eyes drawn to where the cliffs curved and stretched east. "There are more stones. More places like this. And the island wants us to wake them."

Kira stirred then, pressing a kiss to Coren’s shoulder before sitting up as well. "I saw cities. Broken but still standing. Covered in vines. I saw people sleeping in roots, waiting."

Mira nodded slowly, tracing symbols across Elian’s back. "We’re not here to rebuild. We’re here to remember ."

Elian looked up, his voice quiet but certain. "Then we have to go."

Jude stood, the air brushing over his skin like a welcome. "We will. All of us."

They dressed slowly, wrapping themselves in cloth and light, skin still glowing, breath still laced with the high of something greater. As they made their way back to the heart of the forest, the trees bowed gently overhead, branches twisting to form an archway that guided them. Flowers bloomed in their wake, delicate and luminous, opening with each footfall.

Back at the clearing, the rest of the group was already stirring. Sophie stood at the edge of the pool, her arms crossed, watching the light in the sky with sharp eyes. Emma sat near the fire, twisting her fingers in her lap, her mouth moving in silent thought. Zoey and Scarlet were dancing slow, swaying to some internal rhythm, while Stella and Grace poured fruit and water into carved wooden bowls.

When the six stepped into view, silence rippled across the camp. Everyone stopped.

Jude stepped forward, bare-chested and glowing, Lucy at his side, Kira, Coren, Mira, and Elian behind him. The symbol on his chest flared faintly in the air’s golden light.

"They’re awake now," Rose said from the trees. She stepped out slowly, naked except for the vine-woven band across her hips, her eyes bright. "The cliff remembered them."

Sophie moved forward, eyes narrowing at the marks. "What are those?"

"Keys," Lucy said. "To the rest of the island. To what’s still sleeping."

"There are more?" Emma asked.

"Yes," Mira said. "Buried under stone. Hidden behind vines. Places where the old ones once walked. The ones who started this."

Rose stepped closer to Jude, her fingers brushing along his chest. "You saw them too."

He nodded. "We’re not the only ones. And we were never meant to stay here. Not just here."

The fire cracked softly, wind carrying the scent of honey and salt through the air.

Sophie looked between them all, then sighed and sat heavily on a log. "So what now? A pilgrimage?"

"No," Jude said. "A map."

Stella blinked. "What?"

He turned, stepping toward the heartstone at the center of their sanctuary. The golden light still pulsed steadily, but now that he was marked, he could see the layers within it. He reached out, placing both hands on the stone. Instantly, the sky above shimmered - and a shape formed in the air. Floating. Glowing.

A map.

Of the island.

But not as they knew it.

This one showed every river, every root, every cliff. It pulsed with light at several points - each point beating in time with the memorystone that had marked them.

Zoey gasped. "There’s one near the river mouth. And one inside the mountain range."

Rose stepped forward. "One under the sea."

Lucy traced the air with her finger, following a pulsing mark deep in the forest. "There."

Mira whispered, "And one in the ruins."

Emma stood slowly, her eyes on the glowing symbols. "This whole island is a body."