Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1595

Chapter 1595: Chapter 1595

They circled him slowly in the water, the current curling between their legs, against their thighs, like the island itself was moving with them. Their bodies met his, one at a time, not rushed, not desperate, but slow, sensual, full of something sacred. They touched, kissed, swayed together in the river, water slipping over breasts, hips, backs, lips tasting skin that shimmered like morning dew.

And then Lucy climbed onto him, legs wrapping around his waist, arms around his neck. She kissed him with a hunger she had not shown in days. "One more time," she whispered. "For us. For them."

He moved inside her in the river’s embrace, the water hiding nothing. Around them, the others watched - not with jealousy, but joy. Zoey kissed Lucy’s shoulder as she moved. Emma caressed her thigh. Stella reached for Jude’s face and stroked his cheek as he made love to the one who had first touched his heart.

They joined in after. Bodies came together with slow, loving intent. No urgency. Just connection. One after the other, they melted into Jude, and into each other. A braid of breath and sighs and soft cries. The water carried their sounds through the forest, blending with the island’s hum.

When it ended, they lay together on the mossy riverbank, tangled and bare, bellies rising and falling, golden light pulsing from their skin and the small swelling curves that now marked each woman. They looked like goddesses - fertile, glowing, powerful.

Jude kissed each of them slowly. A vow in every touch.

That night, they returned to the nest.

It had grown again. Not just taller - but wider. The petals had stretched into walls, the moss thickened into plush beds, soft as feathers. In the center, the blossom remained open, a cradle of gold that pulsed softly like a heartbeat.

Rose stepped to the edge of it and looked at Jude.

"They’ll come soon," she said. "When the time is right."

"And when it happens?" he asked.

"We’ll be ready," Lucy said, brushing her lips against his.

The others gathered around him, pressing close. Sophie held his left hand. Zoey leaned into his chest. Grace whispered against his shoulder. Emma nuzzled his neck.

And they stayed like that, all night - naked, glowing, full.

The future moved inside them.

And the island dreamed with them.

The nest pulsed with quiet warmth, a living cradle suspended in the hush of night. Jude lay at the center once again, the bodies of his wives nestled around him like petals in a sacred bloom. The glow from the blossom above bathed them in shifting amber light, shadows dancing across bare skin, soft curves, gently rising bellies. The rhythm of their breath had become the music of the island. There was no wind, no birdsong, only the low, pulsing hum that seemed to rise from deep within the earth and echo through the roots of the tree that sheltered them.

He turned his head to the side and found Lucy watching him, her hand resting just below the gentle swell of her stomach. "They moved," she whispered, eyes wide, shimmering.

Jude shifted, propping himself on one elbow, and placed his hand over hers. For a moment, he felt only warmth, the familiar heat of her skin. Then - there. A flutter. So soft he could have imagined it. But he hadn’t. His fingers curled gently, reverently, and he felt it again. Not just life, but awareness.

"She knows you," Lucy said, voice trembling. "She moved when you touched me."

He kissed her softly, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Then I’ll never stop touching you."

The others stirred. Zoey stretched with a feline groan, her golden hair spilling across Stella’s chest. Grace blinked up at the canopy, then rolled to her side, watching Lucy and Jude with lazy interest. Rose didn’t move, but her eyes opened slowly - like a queen waking beneath starlight.

"She’s not the only one," Rose said softly. "They’re all starting."

Sophie, who had been curled close to Emma, sat up slowly, pushing her damp hair from her eyes. She looked down at her belly, brows knitting. "I thought I was just dreaming, but - " She paused, then gasped. "Oh. Oh."

Emma sat up too, pressing both palms gently to her sides. "Mine, too."

It rippled through them. One by one, they stirred, touched, felt. Every woman. Every womb. Their children were stirring.

It wasn’t kicks. Not yet. It was more like pulses. Like their growing little ones were learning to breathe inside that strange golden glow, testing the air, the light, the love. And somehow - somehow - they already knew Jude.

Susan was crying softly, her face hidden in Natalie’s neck. "I was so afraid," she whispered. "But now... I just feel whole."

Natalie kissed her temple. "We all do."

They moved slowly from the nest that morning, the forest waiting for them in silence. The tree’s petals parted gently, like a womb opening to release its dreamers. Naked, glowing, their swollen bellies kissed by dawnlight, they stepped down to the mossy path together.

Jude held Lucy’s hand in one, Sophie’s in the other. His skin still shimmered faintly, though not with the overwhelming brilliance of before. Now it was gentler, warmer. Like he was settling into what he’d become. The others followed in twos, threes - Grace and Stella, Zoey and Scarlet, Susan and Natalie, Rose walking alone but somehow still in the center of them all.

"We need to walk," Rose said. "The island will show us the next place."

"What place?" Emma asked, her fingers lightly tracing the golden marks that now curled down her thighs like vines.

"The one where we’ll give birth."

The words hung in the air like incense, thick and sweet and terrifying. But no one turned back.

They walked for hours - not hurried, not tense. Just present. The forest parted before them, roots sliding away, branches leaning aside. The birds did not sing. The animals did not show themselves. It was as though all the island watched them now with breathless reverence.