Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1623

Chapter 1623: Chapter 1623

Jude awoke in darkness - not the absence of light, but a velvet twilight that felt alive, thick with the hum of dreams.

The air was warm against his skin, scented with flowers that hadn’t existed the day before. He lay still for a moment, surrounded by the sleeping breaths of the women curled against him.

Rose’s arm draped across his chest, her fingers twitching in her sleep as if touching something even now in the dreamworld. Lucy’s leg was hooked over his hip, her skin still aglow with faint golden dust, her breath slow, even, sensual.

Around them, the nest pulsed with a soft light, holding them in its cradle like a secret the island refused to let go.

He shifted, trying not to wake them, and sat up. The glow from the moss beneath him brightened slightly in response. His skin shimmered faintly with every movement.

The change was still inside him. He didn’t need to see it to know it. He could feel it in his breath, in the way his pulse matched the rhythm of the forest.

He stepped from the nest, and the vines curled back respectfully to let him pass. The moss beneath his feet was warmer than before, and each step felt like walking on breath. The forest watched him, its golden canopy undisturbed by wind, but rustling anyway - like it was whispering just for him.

The others began to stir behind him, one by one, as if his leaving had sent a ripple through the bond they shared. Rose sat up, naked and radiant in the tree’s light, her eyes finding him instantly. "Couldn’t sleep?"

"Didn’t want to," Jude murmured. "Something’s pulling me."

Emma stood next, stretching, her body arching in a way that made the vines reach longingly toward her. "I feel it too."

Lucy yawned and rolled onto her stomach, watching them with a sleepy smile. "Like we’re supposed to follow something."

"It’s a calling," Sophie said, rising slowly, her hair tousled, her body kissed with dew. "The same one we felt before we found the heartstone."

Zoey laughed softly as she untangled from Grace. "Can’t a girl rest between magic orgasms and mystical awakenings?"

Stella giggled, nuzzling into Natalie’s side. "Apparently not on this island."

Susan, already sitting and braiding her hair, looked up. "Should we go?"

Jude nodded. "It’s time."

There was no need to dress. The forest accepted their nakedness. Embraced it. Their bodies had become part of the island’s language. Every curve, every scar, every sigh - they belonged here now, not as trespassers, but as the island’s chosen tongue.

The tree parted its roots for them again, revealing a new path where none had existed. This one sloped downward, into the deeper heart of the forest. Golden blossoms lined the sides, their petals reaching toward them as they passed, brushing thighs, hips, shoulders. None of the women flinched. They welcomed the touch, as natural now as wind or water.

The air grew thicker as they descended. Not stifling, but heavy with energy. Electric. The kind that prickled across skin and tightened nipples, curled toes. Jude felt it, and from the soft moans and flushed cheeks around him, so did the others.

Then the forest opened into a chamber.

Not made of stone or roots, but flesh.

The walls pulsed softly, the same way the nest had. At the center was a pool - oval-shaped, rimmed with glistening vines. Its surface shimmered with golden light, thick and viscous like honey. Floating above it was a single orb of pure amber, spinning slowly, radiating heat and need.

Alara’s voice whispered from everywhere and nowhere. "You are ready."

Jude stepped toward the pool.

Rose placed a hand on his back, stopping him. "Not alone."

Lucy joined her. "Together."

Sophie stepped forward. "All of us."

And so they moved, as one, into the pool.

The liquid wasn’t liquid. It was sensation. It clung to their skin, pulsing, humming, kissing every part of them. As they sank, it did not swallow - it accepted. It didn’t drown - it merged .

Inside, they weren’t separate.

Jude felt Rose’s breath inside his lungs.

Felt Lucy’s heartbeat through his own chest.

Felt Zoey’s laughter bubble across his spine.

Felt Emma’s fear, Susan’s wonder, Stella’s longing, Sophie’s questions.

All of it. All of them.

Their memories spun around him. Making love beneath the stars. Running through rain-soaked woods. Laughing over fresh fruit and sunburns. Holding each other when the nightmares came. Each moment a thread in a tapestry the island had watched grow.

And then the orb above cracked.

Golden light spilled down into the pool.

And the world erupted.

Their bodies exploded in climax - not once, not in waves, but as a single blinding, full-body experience that seared through time. They screamed together, cried together, reached for one another with trembling limbs and open mouths and burning souls.

When they emerged, the chamber was quiet again.

They stood, reborn.

Their skin now etched with faint golden markings, like vines curling along their limbs, their ribs, the curves of their breasts, thighs, backs. Not tattoos. Not scars. Symbols. Living, shifting expressions of their union with the island.

Jude touched his chest, where the mark pulsed in time with his heartbeat. He turned to Rose. Her eyes glowed - not with fire, but with stars.

"What... what was that?" he asked, breathless.

Rose smiled, brushing his cheek. "The final bond."

Sophie stepped closer. "We’re not just part of the island anymore. We are the island."

Emma nodded. "Its body. Its breath. Its desire."

Zoey touched the symbol on her hip. "Its dream."

They stood in a circle, still naked, still trembling, but stronger than they had ever been. Around them, the chamber pulsed in approval.

And then the chamber opened.

Not like a door.

Like a flower .

Petals of flesh and moss peeled away, revealing a staircase of smooth crystal descending into light.

A wind rushed up, full of heat and golden pollen.

Natalie whispered, "What now?"

Jude looked down the stairs.

And smiled.

"We see what comes next."

Hand in hand, they descended.

And the island sighed.