Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1618

Chapter 1618: Chapter 1618

They walked until their shadows vanished into the golden grass and the stars above began to ripple like reflections in water. The sky bent overhead, not with weight but with promise, the kind of promise that lived in every glance they exchanged, in every fingertip brushed, in every breath they shared.

The land didn’t resist them. It seemed to rise beneath their feet with every step, embracing them like an old lover rediscovered. The crystalline seed floated gently between them, following their path like a second moon, glowing faintly with the color of their bond.

No one asked where they were going. There was no need. The land answered their movement with unfolding beauty. Trees parted.

Flowers turned to face them. Small pools of silver light sprang to life in their path, mirroring their faces and the flickering pulse of their skin.

Jude walked at the center, Lucy to one side, Rose to the other. Behind them, the others followed in perfect silence, though their connection buzzed with warmth, like a hum under the skin.

Finally, they reached a hill.

It wasn’t tall, but it felt significant. At its peak stood a single stone - tall, flat, and pulsing softly. It resembled the pedestal where the heartstone had rested, but this one was different. This one was waiting.

Jude stepped forward, the seed hovering just in front of him.

Rose whispered, "It knows."

He turned to them, his voice low. "This could be a new island. A new world. A new life. We could build from nothing again. Or..." He looked up at the sky, its constellations spinning slowly. "We could keep moving."

Sophie stepped forward, her hand brushing his. "What if it’s not about building or moving? What if it’s about planting?"

Natalie moved beside her, eyes thoughtful. "Not just in earth. But in hearts. In choices."

Emma nodded. "We planted something in ourselves back there. On the island. Maybe this seed is a mirror of that."

Lucy turned to Jude, her fingers brushing his chest. "Then let’s not ask the land what we should do. Let’s ask each other."

The seed floated down, slowly, hovering above the stone as if waiting to feel their decision.

And one by one, they touched it.

Zoey first, her fingers brushing the crystal like a lover’s skin. Then Grace. Then Stella, and Scarlet, and Layla, and Susan. Each time, the seed glowed brighter. And with each touch, the hill beneath them began to tremble - not with danger, but with expectancy. The air grew thicker, warmer. Something was stirring beneath the surface.

Jude stepped forward last, his hand outstretched.

The moment his skin met the seed, it pulsed violently.

Then it dropped into the stone.

Light exploded.

But not upward - inward .

The hill cracked, not in destruction but in opening . The earth beneath them split softly, a perfect circle forming as the stone pedestal sank. In its place rose a spiral of glowing stairs descending into a pool of soft light.

Lucy gasped. "It’s a portal."

"No," Rose murmured. "It’s an invitation."

The wind shifted. All around them, the grass swayed in slow rhythm. The sky shimmered again, showing glimpses - flashes - other lands, other realms, islands suspended in clouds, forests made of flame, oceans with stars instead of waves.

"It’s all connected," Stella whispered. "Everywhere we go next... it’ll know."

Jude looked down the glowing stairwell, heart pounding - not with fear, but with awe. "Do we step through?"

"Yes," Rose said.

And without waiting for permission, she led the way, naked and radiant, her hair flowing behind her like a river of fire. The others followed, their bare feet falling onto the steps like petals, their bodies shimmering in the portal’s glow. Jude came last, turning once to look back at the world above, the field, the sky, the path that had brought them here. Then he followed them down.

They descended in a spiral of gold and silence, no walls, no ceilings - only open space lit from within. The deeper they went, the warmer it became, until the light around them thickened, melted, turned to liquid silk.

And then - just like before - everything stopped .

They weren’t falling.

They weren’t walking.

They were simply arriving .

Their feet touched ground that pulsed with pleasure beneath them. The light receded, revealing a chamber not made of stone, but of living warmth. Walls moved like breath, glowing faintly with patterns that pulsed in time with their heartbeats. The air smelled of salt and citrus and something wild and sweet.

At the center of the chamber was a bed.

Not a bed of wood or fabric - but of light.

It rose from the floor like a bloom, wide enough for all of them, glowing with slow golden pulses that beckoned.

Zoey stepped forward, her voice hushed. "This is where it begins again."

"Or continues," Susan said.

No one needed to speak.

Their bodies moved first.

Jude reached for Lucy, pulling her close, their lips meeting in a kiss that started slow and deepened like a tide coming in. Rose came next, pressing against his back, her mouth hot against his neck. Fingers brushed over skin. Breaths turned heavy. Moans mingled.

The light from the bed rose to meet them.

They sank into it, one by one. The material responded to each sigh, each gasp, shifting and reshaping itself beneath their weight. Jude lay at the center again, and one by one they came to him - Emma’s thighs straddling his face, Stella’s lips at his chest, Grace wrapped around his side, Sophie sliding onto him with a moan that echoed like music.

It wasn’t chaos.

It wasn’t orgy.

It was communion .

Bodies met with worship, not greed. Tongues moved with reverence, not frenzy. Hands explored not to conquer, but to understand. Each climax built into the next, a chorus of sounds that filled the living chamber until it pulsed with their rhythm.

Jude kissed them all.

Tasted each of them.

Entered them, and was entered in turn - emotionally, spiritually, sensually.