Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1613

Chapter 1613: Chapter 1613

They looked down - and saw themselves. Not just as they were now, but as they had been. Each reflection shifted - showing them across the arc of their journey. How they arrived. How they fell. How they loved. How they changed.

Jude knelt at the edge, and his reflection shifted into something he couldn’t quite name. A being made of light and root. His face and not his face. His body but woven with vines, with flames, with petals. A god. A vessel. A seed.

Rose knelt beside him. "This is what we are now."

"No," Emma whispered behind them. "This is what we always were."

Then the water rippled.

A shape rose from the center - a platform, round and flat, made of clear crystal that glowed with threads of gold. It was a bed. Or an altar. Or both.

Jude turned.

Sophie met his eyes, then the others’.

"Another ritual?" she asked.

Rose nodded. "A final one."

"For now," Lucy added with a smile.

Without words, they moved. Twelve women. One man. One bond.

Jude stepped onto the platform and lay back, arms outstretched.

They followed.

Lucy knelt beside him first, then Rose. One by one they joined him, encircling the altar. Their bodies pressed to his. Their mouths kissed his skin. Their hands touched, stroked, welcomed.

No one rushed.

There was no beginning.

Only breath.

Only surrender.

Each woman took her place, above, beside, atop. They kissed him, entered him, rode him, rocked with him. It was not one act, but many, folded into each other like a tapestry of ecstasy and purpose. As they moved together, the platform beneath them glowed brighter, pulsing with every joined cry, every moan, every shared release.

Their pleasure became music.

Their bodies, a choir.

Their unity, divine.

The moment of climax did not come as a wave.

It came as a dawn.

A golden eruption from within and without.

The chamber shook with light.

The water rose and spun around them.

And then it all stilled.

They lay tangled and radiant, floating just above the surface of the water, suspended in the air. Naked, kissed by stars. Breathing as one.

The spiral retracted.

The tree sealed behind them.

And far above, the island whispered their name.

Sanctum.

The breath of the island rolled through them like thunder in a cradle - deep, slow, and full of knowing. It didn’t just surround them now. It moved through them, touched each thread of their nerves, and stitched their thirteen hearts together more tightly than flesh ever could. Suspended in that womb of air and water, golden light still haloed their bodies, as if the island refused to let them fall back into shadows. They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to. The silence was lush, full of meaning. Every breath Jude took was shared. Every flutter of Sophie’s lashes stirred the air around Zoey’s skin. Every beat of Lucy’s heart thrummed in Rose’s chest.

Then, like waking from the deepest dream, the glow began to recede - not with loss, but with purpose. They felt it pulling inward, coiling deep inside their bones, making room for something new. Jude opened his eyes and saw the women around him beginning to stir. Scarlet stretched with a sigh, her limbs fluid like molten gold. Grace brushed moss from Emma’s shoulder. Susan’s fingers trailed down Natalie’s arm, lingering. Each touch sparked memory, affection, and something more.

"We’re different again," Lucy whispered, her lips against Jude’s shoulder. "But this time... it feels settled."

Emma sat up, her hair tangled and wild, her skin glowing faintly. "Like the ritual wasn’t the end. It was the start of us becoming."

Zoey laughed quietly, leaning back on her elbows. "We say that every time, and yet somehow it’s always true."

Jude pulled himself upright and took in the chamber. The crystalline platform now shimmered gently beneath them, but the water had grown still again, reflecting thirteen perfect forms - together, whole, woven by shared heat, by union and rebirth. The platform began to lower, silently returning to the heart of the pool, until their feet kissed the water’s surface and found it solid. They stepped together as if guided, returning to the moss-lined spiral with reverent grace.

As they ascended, the island opened again.

But it had changed.

The moment they breached the surface, they gasped. The grove was transformed. No longer only golden light and pulsing trees. Now it teemed with motion. Flowers that hadn’t existed before danced on thick vines. Ferns pulsed with faint, bioluminescent rhythm. The trees shimmered with lines of energy, and above, the sky rippled with auroras of color not yet named.

"This isn’t the island we knew," Sophie said.

"No," Rose murmured, "It’s the one we awakened."

Lucy turned in a slow circle. "It made space for us."

"And in return," Natalie said, "we gave it breath."

Jude stepped forward, his gaze drawn to the far edge of the grove where a new path had opened - arched by flowering roots and burning softly with golden mist. It pulsed in time with their hearts. Not calling this time. Waiting.

"We should go," he said softly.

The others gathered beside him.

Zoey grinned. "You really love walking into glowing doorways, don’t you?"

He smirked. "Only with all of you."

They stepped forward together, hands brushing, hips brushing, the air between them electric. The path accepted them as if it had been there all along, just unseen until they had earned the eyes to find it. It led through a curtain of flowering vines that parted at their presence, releasing sweet, heady scents of orchid, myrrh, and something unmistakably theirs - sweat and sex and shared breath.

On the other side, the terrain changed again.

It wasn’t a forest anymore.

It was a field.

Wide. Open. Covered in soft, amber grasses that shimmered with stardust. The sky above was deep purple, stars swirling in living spirals. At the center of the field stood a single stone structure - ancient, round, and open to the air, built of the same glowing crystal as the pool altar. It pulsed faintly, waiting.