Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1590

Chapter 1590: Chapter 1590

Jude felt it before she finished speaking - the pull in his chest, soft but insistent, like fingers tugging gently at his ribs. Around them, the others began to feel it too. One by one, they stood, stretching, brushing river water from their skin, their laughter fading into something quieter. Reverent.

They walked together, bare feet treading glowing moss, the path winding through luminous trees that parted at their approach. No one spoke much. There was no need. Everything was shared now - desire, wonder, even silence. It bound them closer than skin.

The tree loomed ahead, its blossoms unfurling slowly, its great trunk humming with a sound like breath.

The heartstone pedestal had changed.

It now hovered in the air, floating gently above the roots, spinning slowly, threads of gold drifting from it like sunbeams caught in water. Jude stepped forward without hesitation, his wives forming a circle around him.

"Touch it," Natalie said softly, her voice shaking slightly with anticipation.

He reached out. The moment his fingertips brushed the stone, warmth rushed through his body, a wave that lifted him from the earth and suspended him midair. The tree responded, the petals opening wide, golden light bathing them all in brilliance.

Visions returned.

But these weren’t of the past.

They were of what could be .

He saw homes - not just shelters, but sanctuaries grown from living wood, cradled in the crooks of trees, draped in vines, lit from within by soft fireflies. He saw love - new kinds, new shapes. The same women, his wives, but shown in moments not yet lived. A touch on a beach at dawn. A kiss beneath a waterfall. A moan shared under storm clouds. A child’s laughter - no, not just one child. Many.

He gasped.

The vision rippled.

He saw himself - older, stronger, seated beneath the blooming tree with a woman on either side, a toddler in his arms. Lucy’s laugh. Rose’s kiss. Sophie’s hand on his shoulder.

They would thrive here.

Not just survive.

When he landed, the stone’s glow dimmed, pulsing like a heartbeat slowed. His knees buckled, but Rose was there to catch him.

"It showed you too," she said.

He nodded. "A future."

"Then we plant it," she whispered. "Now."

The wives stepped forward, forming a tight ring around him. Their bodies glowed again, but softer now - not with urgency, but with creation. They pressed close - hands on his chest, his thighs, his back, his face. Each one kissed him in turn - tender, reverent, lingering.

Lucy came last.

She straddled him slowly, her body sliding down onto him with a sigh that melted into his mouth. Around them, the others knelt, watching, touching themselves, touching each other, moaning softly as the rhythm began. Jude moved within Lucy with no rush - only purpose. The energy shifted. It wasn’t hunger now. It was devotion.

He held her hips, watched her face change with every roll, every thrust. She leaned back, hair falling down her spine, lips parted in ecstasy.

Rose touched her breast, kissed her neck.

Emma kissed Jude.

Sophie licked Lucy’s ear, whispering, "Make him yours."

He groaned, helpless beneath the heat, the pressure, the love .

When Lucy came, it was with a cry that echoed through the trees. Her body convulsed, glowing gold, and Jude followed her, his climax crashing through him like a wave of stars. Their light pulsed outward. The tree responded.

Petals fell like snow.

And something shifted.

The roots of the tree unfurled beneath them, and in the hollow they left behind, a new light flickered. A golden seed.

The wives gasped.

Jude could barely move, Lucy still wrapped around him. "Did we just...?"

"You planted it," Rose said, eyes wide.

The seed pulsed.

Scarlet knelt beside it. "It’s alive."

Sophie reached out. "We made it."

Zoey looked at Jude. " You made it."

He cradled Lucy close, lips at her temple. " We did."

The golden seed shimmered brighter, embedding itself in the soil. Vines curled around it protectively. Flowers bloomed in an instant. It was planted. And something told them - this was only the first.

They dressed in garlands of fresh blossoms, wrapping each other in vines and laughter as the night deepened. A celebration bloomed without planning - dancing beneath the moon, kissing in pairs and groups, drinking nectar from fruits sliced open and shared mouth to mouth.

Jude stood amid it all, watching them move, radiant and wild.

His wives.

His family.

His world.

And the island sang a lullaby that wrapped around them like love itself.

The petals drifted through the sky like a silent choir, falling with purpose, not randomness. Each one touched skin and melted there, leaving behind small shivers of golden warmth. Jude felt them land on his shoulders, his chest, his lips. Around him, his wives danced through the slow snowfall of light, their bodies lit from within, their movements fluid as if the island was moving with them, through them, because of them.

Lucy twirled barefoot, hair trailing like firelight, laughing as Scarlet caught her from behind and spun her again. Emma moved in wide, slow strides, hips swaying as Grace traced her spine with a garland of luminous blossoms, her lips brushing the bare curve of her back. Zoey was up in the arms of Stella, who held her bridal-style before dropping her onto a soft bed of moss where they kissed like it was the first time.

Jude watched them all, every heartbeat syncing with theirs, every breath drawing him closer to something larger than his own body. The seed had been planted. The first spark of creation had taken root. It was no longer just about survival or pleasure - it was the beginning of permanence.

Rose came to him, her hair woven now with strands of silver vine that shimmered faintly. She pressed her hands to his chest, palms flat over his heart, and looked up into his eyes. "The island has accepted you."

"And you?" he asked softly.

She smiled and rose to her toes, pressing a kiss to his mouth. "I accepted you the moment I first touched you."