Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1619

Chapter 1619: Chapter 1619

Natalie straddled him as Layla curled beside them, her fingers tangled in Lucy’s hair as the redhead kissed her breast. Susan rode his thigh, her moans soft and desperate as Zoey guided her. Scarlet whispered his name as she lay across his chest, while Emma’s mouth returned to his length, tongue dancing, breath hot.

And through it all, Rose watched, smiling.

When her turn came, she didn’t ride him.

She claimed him.

Slow. Deep. Holding his face in her hands as her body took him in, her eyes locked to his, their breath in perfect harmony. He came inside her, gasping her name. She kissed him, slow and full.

And then they lay together, tangled in heat and glow and quiet.

For a while, no one spoke.

Their bodies hummed, their skin still slick with pleasure, hearts beating in shared time.

And then the chamber responded.

A doorway formed ahead.

No stairs.

No light.

Just space.

Beyond it, a glow - faint. Distant. Beckoning.

Sophie turned her face toward it. "The next place."

Rose whispered, "The next seed."

Jude looked at them all, and each of them nodded.

No one needed to ask.

They would walk forward again.

Together.

And the world, wherever it was, would bloom behind them.

The doorway breathed. Not literally, but somehow it exhaled warmth like the mouth of the world itself had opened just wide enough for them to pass through. Beyond its frame stretched something not quite a hallway, not quite a tunnel. Light swirled within it - slow and shifting, gold touched with silver, hues that pulsed with every breath Jude took. Around him, the others rose from the bed of light, their bodies still glowing, slick with sweat and wrapped in lazy satisfaction. But in their eyes now lived something more than pleasure. Purpose.

Lucy stepped to his side first, her fingers brushing his, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Whatever that is... it’s waiting for us."

Jude looked at each of them. Rose stood tall and still, her skin kissed with a deeper gold than the others, as if whatever lay ahead already recognized her. Zoey adjusted the curve of her braid, eyes sharp, body tense like a panther poised to move. Sophie lingered back for a breath longer, her gaze on the bed behind them, her jaw clenched. Not doubt - resistance. She felt it too. The weight. The shift.

Jude reached for her. "We don’t have to rush."

Her eyes snapped to his, something hot in them - anger or passion or pain, he couldn’t tell. But then her hand slid into his, and she gave a single nod.

The crystalline seed hovered above the light-bed like a final heartbeat, then slowly dissolved into sparkles of light that drifted upward and disappeared into the ceiling, as if it had never been a thing at all, but a promise fulfilled. The chamber sighed. The light-bed dimmed. The air stilled.

It was time.

Rose walked first, her movements fluid, silent. No one spoke. They followed.

Through the doorway they stepped, into the corridor of shifting light, their skin glowing faintly like echoes of the lives they had once lived. The corridor didn’t stretch far - just enough to envelop them, just enough to feel like a passage.

And then they emerged.

It was night.

A different kind of night.

Not black, not dark.

Velvet blue.

The sky stretched forever above them, littered with silver stars, thousands of them, all slowly moving, some streaking by in slow arcs like comets caught in dance. The air smelled of spice and snow and something electric. The ground beneath their feet was soft and springy, covered in something between moss and stardust.

They stood on a plateau that overlooked a valley unlike any they’d ever seen.

Pools of liquid light dotted the expanse below. Tall spiraling trees with bark like crystal lined the slopes. Strange animals - soft, luminous, slow-moving - wandered in gentle herds near the water’s edge. And rising at the heart of it all, far in the distance, was a tree.

Massive.

Golden.

Familiar.

Not the one they’d seen bloom after their union - but similar. This one looked older. Deeper. Ancient.

Jude stepped forward, breath catching. "It’s another one."

Rose’s hand found his back. "It’s the first."

The others moved beside him. Natalie gasped. Scarlet whispered, "It’s beautiful."

"Is it alive?" Grace asked.

"No," Emma murmured, her eyes wide. "It’s waiting ."

As they watched, a wind swept through the valley, rustling the glowing trees, sending ripples through the pools of light. The massive golden tree in the distance pulsed once, just once, with a deep thrum that they all felt in their chests.

It was like the heartbeat of the island - but older.

More primal.

Jude felt it enter him, wind weaving through his hair, past his cheeks, and deep into his lungs. He exhaled slowly. The land knew him. Knew them. It was responding to their presence the way the first island had. It had been asleep. Now it stirred.

Sophie shifted uncomfortably. "Are we sure this is good?"

Rose turned to her, the wind pulling her hair behind her like a banner. "We’re never sure. But we’re called ."

Zoey cracked her knuckles. "Then let’s go see what wants us this time."

Stella grinned, brushing her lips along Grace’s jaw. "Let’s see if it’s ready for us."

They descended from the plateau slowly, barefoot and glowing, their bodies moving in sync. No more shame. No more pretense. Only purpose and desire and the burn of curiosity. The valley welcomed them. Flowers leaned toward them. The air grew sweeter the closer they drew to the tree. Time felt different here - not fast, not slow. Just stretched.

When they finally reached the bottom, they paused near one of the glowing pools.

Susan knelt first. "It’s warm."

"It’s alive," Lucy said, dipping her fingers in.

"It’s us ," Jude murmured.

Everyone turned to look at him.

He touched the water.

It glowed brighter where his fingers stirred, then spiraled outward in circles of gold. The pool responded like it remembered him.