Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1626

Chapter 1626: Chapter 1626

Lucy whispered in his ear, "You are the bond. The flame. The seed."

He cried out as his body erupted again, not in a single release but in many - cascading, endless, a tide that never withdrew.

The golden figure behind him dissolved into light, and that light spread into the sky.

When Jude opened his eyes again, he was lying in the clearing.

The second sun was gone.

The sky was still.

But his lovers were beside him, all of them, curled around his glowing body, breathless, shaking, fulfilled.

Zoey laughed softly. "Did that just... happen?"

"Yes," Rose said, voice husky. "And it’s only the beginning."

Sophie rolled onto her back, eyes wide with wonder. "What are we now?"

Emma sat up, her fingers stroking Jude’s chest. "More."

Lucy leaned over and kissed him slow and deep. "Together."

He closed his eyes.

And the island exhaled through them all.

The air shimmered as if the forest itself was sighing in satisfaction, a quiet hum rolling through the moss beneath their skin. Jude lay with his wives draped over and around him, a tangle of limbs and breath, every inch of them still radiant with the golden essence that had poured through them moments ago. His chest rose and fell in slow rhythm, matched by Lucy’s cheek resting against his sternum, her golden lashes fluttering as she stirred from the trance of their shared ecstasy.

Rose lay across his thigh, her fingers lightly drawing circles on his skin, her expression soft, contemplative. The others nestled close - Zoey curled against his side with a leg thrown across his waist, Stella spooned behind Susan, her arms cradling her gently as both glowed faintly in sleep. Natalie and Grace were wrapped together, half-laughing, half-weeping from something neither could explain but both seemed to understand deeply. Sophie sat upright now, her knees drawn to her chest, watching Jude with an unreadable expression, her brow furrowed as if caught in the space between awe and doubt.

"What just happened to us?" she asked finally, her voice raw, almost reverent.

Rose raised her head and looked over Jude’s body to meet Sophie’s eyes. "We became something the island had only dreamed of until now."

Sophie frowned. "That flame - it didn’t just show us memories. It changed us."

"It did," Lucy whispered, her lips grazing Jude’s chest. "And it wasn’t just memory. It was possibility."

Jude sat up slowly, carefully, so as not to disturb the bodies still draped over him. His muscles ached in that warm, pleasant way that came only after hours of pure release. But beneath the soreness was something deeper - a charge humming through every nerve. The same current he’d felt since touching the heartstone, since Alara kissed him.

"I saw everything," he said quietly. "Not just the past. Not even just the future. I saw what we are. What we’re meant to be."

"And what’s that?" Zoey asked, blinking open her eyes as she yawned lazily.

"A new beginning," he said. "For the island. For us. For everything."

Stella kissed Susan’s shoulder and whispered, "We’re not just living here anymore. We are here."

Emma brushed her hair back and sat beside Jude, leaning her head on his shoulder. "It feels like we’ve crossed a line. Like we’re not just human now."

"We’re more," Grace said simply, her voice dreamy.

Natalie reached over and took Jude’s hand. "Then what comes next?"

They were all looking to him now. Not out of pressure, not expecting orders - but in trust. Devotion. Unity. He had become their center not because he asked to be, but because the island itself had chosen him through them, through their love, their bodies, their surrender.

Jude looked up at the sky. The second sun had vanished, but the golden haze remained, soft as a lover’s breath. "We build," he said finally. "Not just a life. A bond. A place. A sanctuary."

Rose sat up beside him and nodded. "The forest is ready."

"It always has been," Lucy added.

Sophie still looked hesitant, but her gaze softened. "Then let’s see how far this dream can go."

They stood together, naked still but unashamed, the air warm around their skin. As one, they moved through the clearing, the moss cushioning their steps like it knew them intimately now. The trees shifted ahead, parting in a gentle ripple, and beyond them, the forest had changed.

A wide meadow now bloomed where there had once been thick brush. Golden-tipped grass swayed in a breeze that hadn’t existed moments before. Wildflowers of deep violet, crimson, and pearl blossomed in clusters, and trees ringed the space in perfect symmetry - as if the island had opened its arms and said, Here. Make your home.

"It’s giving us what we need," Emma whispered.

"It’s giving us what we are ," Rose replied.

They walked to the center of the field, the sun catching on their skin, their golden marks now pulsing in lazy rhythm, like a heartbeat that echoed through them all. Jude raised his hands and turned slowly, taking in the wide expanse, the view, the potential.

"This is where it begins," he said.

Lucy grinned. "Then I call dibs on decorating."

The laughter that followed was light, playful, real. They were no longer just surviving. No longer searching. They were here . The first to truly become the island’s breath.

They worked with the island, not against it. Trees offered strong, straight limbs that fell gently without protest when touched with reverence. Vines wove themselves into supports. Mosses thickened underfoot for cushion. Stones lifted from the earth with barely a whisper, slotting together like puzzle pieces, forming the first walls of a dwelling born from unity, not conquest.

As they built, their bodies brushed constantly - hands on waists, arms around shoulders, kisses planted on cheeks, necks, lips. The energy of their union didn’t fade. It lived in every motion, every shared look. When the sun began to dip, casting gold into gold, they collapsed into a pile of tangled limbs, sweat-slick skin, and lazy grins on a wide platform of moss under a canopy shaped like open petals.