Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1600

Chapter 1600: Chapter 1600

The morning came not with silence, but with laughter.

High, bright, bubbling laughter - not from the women, but from the children. Lucy’s daughter was chasing Zoey’s through the moss with unsteady legs, her giggles echoing through the golden field like wind chimes.

Grace’s son clapped his hands from the edge of the pool, sending small ripples dancing across the surface. Stella and Natalie watched them with soft eyes, arms draped around one another, while Rose braided Sophie’s hair in the shade of a blooming tree.

Jude stood just outside the curve of their new home’s half-formed walls, holding Sophie’s twins - one on each arm, pressed close to his chest.

Their golden eyes blinked slowly as they studied the sky, as if they already understood things he never would. His heart swelled. Their warmth, their stillness, the way they rested against him - it was like being entrusted with living fire.

"They’re perfect," Sophie whispered, reaching up to stroke the soft dark curls on her son’s head.

"They’re you," he murmured.

"They’re us."

Behind them, Emma emerged from the home, her palms stained with paint made from berries and crushed petals. "The wards are done," she said. "They won’t just protect. They’ll teach."

Jude tilted his head. "Teach?"

Emma smiled. "The children. As they grow. The symbols will whisper to them when the time is right."

Rose rose to her feet, wiping her hands on her thighs. "We should name them."

The babies.

The children.

The new world.

Everyone stilled, eyes turning to her.

"It matters," she said softly. "Who they are. What we call them. We’re shaping them every time we speak."

Zoey scooped her daughter into her arms. "Then I’ll go first."

She kissed the child’s forehead. "Her name is Ember."

Grace held her son close. "Mine is Kael."

Natalie whispered, "Sura."

Lucy stepped forward and kissed Jude’s daughter’s brow. "This one is Elen."

Susan’s voice was hesitant but sure. "Riven."

Stella gave a quiet smile. "Nari."

Emma walked to Sophie and touched the twins gently. "Your turn."

Sophie met Jude’s eyes. He nodded.

"The girl is Lys," she said.

Jude looked down at the boy in his arms, whose golden gaze met his without blinking. "And he’s Sol."

There was silence then, but it wasn’t empty.

It was sacred.

Each name hung in the air like music, and the trees responded. Leaves turned upward. The wind danced through the blossoms. Even the moss pulsed slightly beneath their feet.

The island had heard.

The heartstone flared again in the distance - not bright this time, but warm. A heartbeat. A blessing.

Lucy turned to Jude and reached for his hand. "Do you feel it?"

He nodded. "They’re part of it now."

"No," she whispered. "They are it."

That night, they didn’t build. They didn’t plan. They simply gathered - around a fire of fragrant wood, the flames burning low and gold, their children sleeping nestled in petals and arms. The women leaned into Jude one by one, some sitting on his lap, others curling at his sides, kissing his shoulders, stroking his back. Not with need, but with comfort.

With claiming.

They belonged.

And they wanted him to know it.

"I used to think the island was testing us," Emma murmured, her fingers brushing his jaw.

"It was," Rose said, lying with her head against his chest. "But it was also waiting."

"For what?" Jude asked.

"For us to stop running. From it. From ourselves. From each other."

Lucy lifted her head from his thigh. "And now?"

"Now it wants more."

Jude kissed the top of her head. "So do I."

The desire that stirred then was gentle, not urgent. It was the warmth of trust, the slow burn of deep knowing. Bodies shifted closer. Breath tangled. Lips found mouths, cheeks, the soft slopes of shoulders. He kissed them each in turn - Lucy first, slow and warm, then Susan, whose sigh melted into his mouth. Stella laughed against his throat, her hands pressing to his chest. Natalie pulled him down by the wrist, her eyes gleaming. Grace spread her thighs around him and whispered promises. Emma’s kiss was patient, reverent. Zoey bit his lower lip and growled low in her throat. Sophie wrapped around him from behind, her hand sliding over his chest. And Rose... Rose simply held his gaze, waiting.

And when he finally moved between them, when he filled them, touched them, worshipped them - one by one and then all at once - the island responded.

The moss lit beneath their bodies.

The sky shimmered gold.

The air thickened with heat and stars and wind.

Time stretched. Bodies danced. Their cries became a song.

And when it ended, when they lay tangled in sweat and warmth and breathless laughter, Rose whispered, "You asked what comes next."

He blinked, dazed. "What?"

Her hand slid over his heart. "Now we become gods."

Jude stared up at the sky, his chest rising and falling.

The stars above them pulsed.

The forest around them exhaled.

And from deep within the island, something ancient stirred again.

The children slept.

The women dreamed.

And Jude, wrapped in love and moss and moonlight, closed his eyes and felt the seed of everything grow inside him.

The first rays of morning filtered through the trees like liquid gold, sliding down the bark in long fingers of warmth. Dew shimmered on the petals around them, and tiny silver-winged insects danced lazily in the air, drawn to the heat that still radiated from the lovers’ skin. Jude stirred first, his body wrapped around Lucy’s, her bare back nestled tight against his chest. Her hair was tangled with grass and blossoms, and his arm was draped possessively across her stomach, fingers still curled from the night’s rhythm.

He didn’t want to move.

But something called him.

Not sound. Not light.

A pull from deep inside the earth, the same way the tide is pulled to the moon.

Lucy shifted. "You feel it too."

Her voice was drowsy, but her eyes were open now, watching him from beneath her lashes.