Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1583

Chapter 1583: Chapter 1583

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."

"Yes," Rose said. "And we’ve only just touched the nerves."

They made camp again under the stars that night, the map hovering above them like a constellation of gold. The air buzzed with anticipation, with sensuality, with dreams. That night, the joining was quieter. Slower. Not a ritual, not a claiming - but an offering.

Lucy pulled Jude aside beneath the vines, her body already trembling with unspoken need. "I want you," she whispered, pushing him back against the tree.

He caught her waist, lips brushing her ear. "Then take me."

She slid down onto him with a moan that nearly broke the night open, her hands buried in his hair, her rhythm fast and wild. He gripped her hips, lifting to meet her, matching her hunger with his own. They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to. The island was watching, cradling, learning. And when Lucy climaxed, shuddering in his arms, her mark flared golden-blue.

He came with her, gasping her name, and the light between them pulsed outward again, like a flare from their hearts.

Not long after, others joined.

Bodies melting into bodies, mouths exploring, hands coaxing. Mira rode Elian again by the fire, her cries breathy and desperate. Kira kissed Coren slowly, worshipfully, while Grace and Zoey moved together in slow, spiraling heat.

The forest pulsed.

And far in the distance, the next stone flickered to life.

It had heard them.

It had seen.

The island was ready.

And they would walk it together - naked, marked, and unafraid.

By the time the sun rose the next morning, the map in the sky had faded, but the impressions it left behind burned brightly in every one of them. Jude sat by the fire, a thin trail of smoke rising into the warming air. His chest still glowed faintly, the mark above his heart reacting to every breath. Around him, the others stirred slowly, stretching out from the pile of limbs and sighs they’d collapsed into the night before. There was a softness to the morning, a dreamy quiet that carried no weight - only anticipation.

Lucy emerged from the mossy shelter behind him, bare feet light on the earth. She looked radiant in the soft light, her hair falling over one shoulder in loose curls, her skin marked by dew and heat and last night’s moans. She walked directly to him, straddled his lap, and curled into him with a sleepy hum.

"Still feels like a dream," she murmured.

He kissed her temple. "If it is, I don’t want to wake up."

From across the fire, Mira approached, pulling a thin linen wrap around her shoulders. Elian followed close behind, his body still damp from an early swim. Mira met Jude’s eyes and tilted her head toward the forest.

"It’s time," she said.

Jude nodded. He could feel it too. That faint thrum beneath the soil, the heartbeat of something buried deep and waiting. The next stone pulsed in his chest like a drumbeat just out of reach. And he knew, without needing to ask, that they had to go to it - not with maps, not with questions. But with their bodies. Their breath. Their bond.

He stood slowly, Lucy sliding off his lap but never breaking contact, her hand still tangled in his. "The next one is in the ruins," he said, speaking aloud to the camp for the first time that morning.

Sophie looked up from where she was tying her wrap across her chest. "Then that’s where we go."

Stella tilted her head. "Ruins?"

Rose joined the circle, her hair braided with petals and thorns. "Old stone. Half-swallowed by trees. I’ve seen it in dreams. A sanctuary for the first ones."

"And now it’s ours," Zoey said, stepping forward, eyes lit with fire. "Let’s wake it."

They moved as one.

No hesitation, no fear.

Jude led them through the twisting forest paths, where roots lifted to avoid their steps and branches leaned aside to let light fall across their shoulders. Birds called softly from high above, and the breeze carried a hum that pulsed like a lover’s breath against the back of their necks.

It took them hours to reach it - though none could say how long, not truly. The island twisted time. Sometimes it slowed into a soft, breathy kiss. Sometimes it rushed forward like a desperate climax. By the time the trees parted, the sun had shifted into late afternoon, gold and warm, casting long shadows across the cracked stone ahead.

The ruins rose like bones from the forest floor - pillars wrapped in ivy, walls crumbled but not forgotten, archways still standing though time had kissed them with decay. The center was a wide, circular space filled with broken tile and wildflowers, and at its heart stood a platform of black stone with grooves worn deep into its surface. A single upright pillar pulsed faintly blue, like the memorystone from the cliffs.

Jude approached it first. His mark thrummed in answer. He pressed his hand against the stone - and the moment his skin met the surface, the air shifted.

Wind spiraled through the trees.

Light pooled across the ruins.

And deep within the earth, something opened.

Rose stepped onto the platform beside him, her eyes glowing gold. "It’s not just memory this time," she said softly. "It’s choice."

Emma stepped forward, arms folded. "What does that mean?"

Sophie looked around at the others, then at Jude. "I think we’re about to find out."

The light from the pillar stretched out in six lines, forming a star across the cracked stone. At each point, a groove opened wide enough for a body to lie in. Jude looked to Lucy, then to Elian, Mira, Kira, Coren, and finally back to Rose.

"It’s us again," he said.

Rose smiled, stepping into one of the grooves and reclining as though it were a lover’s arms. "Yes."