Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1607

Chapter 1607: Chapter 1607

They were whole.

They were chosen.

And Jude remained Jude .

The woman stepped back into the pool.

"You have made the island new," she said. "May you never forget yourselves again."

Then she vanished.

The light faded.

The grove stilled.

Jude turned - and twelve women ran into his arms.

And far beneath them, in the deepest root, the island sighed with joy.

They didn’t return to the tree. Not yet. The grove around the black pool pulsed softly in their bones, a breath that hadn’t yet finished. Jude stood at the center, surrounded by twelve glowing bodies pressed to him - not out of fear, not for protection, but because they needed to feel him now. Needed to feel real. To feel chosen.

Lucy clutched his waist, her cheek against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Rose’s hand threaded through his hair while Sophie stood beside him, her fingers curled in his. Zoey, still catching her breath, slid down to her knees and wrapped her arms around his legs, resting her head against his thigh like it was the safest place in the world.

"I thought we were whole before," Grace whispered, pressed to his back. "But this... this is more."

Natalie was trembling - barely. Not from fear, but from that delicate overwhelm that came with knowing something ancient had recognized her. Stella was crying quietly, her tears glowing faintly gold. Emma, jaw tight, had her eyes closed, her body tense as though holding back a storm. Susan and Scarlet hovered close, fingers brushing against Jude’s shoulders and hips, needing that small contact, anchoring themselves in the moment.

He didn’t speak yet. He didn’t need to. He only closed his arms around them, one by one, pressing lips to hair, to cheeks, to bare shoulders.

The sky had shifted again.

Where once there had been only gold and rose hues, now white streaks spun in slow spirals above, forming shapes they didn’t understand but somehow recognized. The forest around them echoed with a new sound - not birdsong, not wind - but hums. The kind a lover makes, soft and constant, just under the breath. The sound of being touched.

"Did we just speak to a goddess?" Emma murmured.

"No," Sophie replied, low and steady. "We spoke to ourselves. "

Jude touched her cheek, brushing his thumb just under her eye. "You knew, didn’t you?"

She nodded. "Somewhere... I’ve always felt it. Like we were being drawn here for something more than survival or love."

"We are love now," Lucy whispered, tilting her head up. "It’s inside us. In the roots. In the blood. In the breath."

Rose stepped back slightly, her golden hair catching the new light. "We’ll never be the same."

"No," Jude said. "We won’t."

Zoey looked up at him from where she knelt. "Then what are we?"

Jude looked around at each of them. "We’re becoming. "

That word rippled through the grove. Becoming. Not gods. Not mortals. Something else. A new shape in between. The island had given them its memory, but not its rules. Those, they would make together.

Lucy moved first. She rose to her feet, took Jude’s hand, and kissed his palm. "Come," she whispered. "We need to feel it. One more time."

They followed her - twelve women in step with him, through roots and golden mist, across the forest that now parted as though welcoming its own breath home. When they reached the clearing where the heartstone once stood, they saw it was gone.

In its place, a bed of moss, dense and radiant, shaped like a circle wide enough for all of them.

Jude stepped into it.

The moss pulsed.

And the moment they joined him, the light rose around them again.

This time, there were no rituals.

Only need.

Only reverence.

Only joy.

Rose straddled him first, her eyes burning with soft heat. "You chose us," she whispered as she guided him into her. "So we’ll choose you now. Again. And again."

Lucy curled behind him, her lips at his shoulder. Zoey climbed atop him next, her body moving in rhythm with Rose’s, their mouths meeting in a kiss above his chest. Sophie wrapped her legs around his waist from the side, her hands bracing on his thighs.

They didn’t take turns.

They took him - together.

Bodies pressed in from all sides. Kisses claimed every inch of him. Hands found skin, found breath, found purpose. He lost track of where one woman ended and another began. They moaned into each other’s mouths, stroked and coaxed and guided each other onto him, around him, through him.

Scarlet whispered his name between gasps as she rode him, bent backward into Susan’s arms.

Stella cried out softly as Lucy brought her down onto him, guiding her hips with slow devotion.

Grace kissed his lips while Emma guided herself down over him, their hands entwined, their breaths synchronized.

Natalie came in trembling waves, clutching his hand, while Rose and Zoey held her hips steady, whispering affirmations against her back and neck.

And when it was Sophie’s turn, when she finally lowered herself over him, she wept.

Tears of joy.

Of memory.

Of becoming.

He held her as she moved, slow and steady, until her sobs turned to moans, and her body clenched around him in release so profound it lit the moss beneath them.

Then Lucy, ever the center, slid into his lap once more and whispered, "Now."

He released.

It wasn’t an orgasm.

It was a detonation .

The pulse shot through the ground.

The trees answered.

The sky cracked open above.

The white spirals spun faster.

And deep, deep beneath them, something laughed - a soft, warm sound. Not dark. Not dangerous.

Welcoming.

The light around them swelled. Rose leaned down and kissed Jude full on the mouth, the rest of the women following, kissing his face, his chest, his arms, each offering a piece of themselves to the moment.

And then the light faded, leaving behind only heat, breath, and limbs tangled in holy exhaustion.

They stayed like that for hours. Maybe longer.

Jude woke first, buried under soft bodies, sticky with sweat and something more sacred.

He didn’t move.

Lucy stirred against his chest and whispered, "Something’s coming."

He nodded. "I know."

Sophie sat up, her golden skin luminous in the moonlight. "A choice?"

"No," Jude said. "A future. "

Rose stood, naked and unbothered. "Then we’ll shape it."

And the island pulsed in agreement.