Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1627

Natalie laughed. "Naked and glowing in a flower palace? No."

Susan rolled onto her side, propping her head on her palm. "But it feels right."

Sophie leaned into Jude’s side, her voice lower now, vulnerable. "Do you really think we were chosen for this? Or are we just the first ones to stumble this far?"

He turned to her, brushing a kiss to her temple. "Does it matter? Either way... we chose it back."

Her eyes met his - and for the first time in days, they were soft.

And then Lucy’s voice cut through the quiet: "I’m horny again."

The groans and laughter that followed broke the sacred silence like sunlight breaking through clouds. Zoey tackled Lucy playfully, straddling her hips. "You started it."

"I’ll finish it too," Lucy growled, flipping Zoey onto her back and planting a deep kiss on her.

Stella grinned. "Should we just sleep or surrender again?"

Rose leaned over and nuzzled Jude’s neck. "Why not both?"

He lay back with a sigh that turned into a moan as soft hands began to explore again - gentle, teasing, eager. Around him, lips pressed against shoulders, thighs tangled, laughter spilled over moans. Not hurried. Not desperate.

Just alive.

Just home.

And as the night deepened, and their bodies became one again under the blooming stars, the island listened.

And sang.

The stars above shimmered brighter than any night before, forming constellations the old world had never known - lovers entwined, vines spiraling, blossoms bursting in slow cosmic rhythm. The canopy of petals overhead breathed with them, fluttering open and closed with the rising tempo of gasps and laughter. Bodies moved like water, slow and sinuous, driven not by hunger but by a deep and sacred joy.

Jude lay at the center of it all, half-lost in Lucy’s mouth as her lips traced down his chest, her hair fanned out across his stomach. Her eyes gleamed golden when they flicked up to meet his, pupils wide with worship and desire. She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. Her mouth said everything when it found him, hot and wet and reverent.

Sophie was curled beneath his right arm, kissing his neck, stroking his chest with fingertips made of fire and memory. Her body trembled against his - not with hesitation now, but from the weight of surrender, from the release of everything she’d fought so hard to hold back. "I believe it now," she whispered into his throat. "All of it. You. This. Us."

He turned his head and kissed her - slow and deep, until her sigh melted into his lungs.

Rose and Zoey were tangled together beside him, their moans laced with laughter as they writhed across each other, their golden skin streaked with sweat and moss, their bodies locked in some private rhythm that rippled outward through the rest of them. Grace sat astride Natalie, grinding in lazy circles while Stella kissed up her spine, their gasps harmonizing with Lucy’s low moans.

The entire world had fallen into this rhythm. It was no longer just sex. It was ritual. A sacrament. The universe folded in around the platform they had made together, and the island pulsed through every kiss, every thrust, every soft gasp echoing off the trees.

When Lucy climbed over Jude and lowered herself onto him, their breath caught together. Her thighs gripped his hips, her hands planted on his chest. "I want to feel it all," she whispered.

"You already do," he said, brushing her hair behind her ear.

"Then make me remember it forever."

He moved within her slowly, watching her eyes flutter closed, watching her glow ignite from deep within. Around them, the other bodies pressed closer, a sea of heat and softness and sound. Hands touched his skin from all directions - Sophie’s on his chest, Stella’s on his side, Rose’s in his hair. Lips brushed his shoulders, his arms, his thighs.

Lucy rode him with a devotion that wasn’t desperate - it was eternal. Her cries were slow and sacred, her body curving and collapsing and rising again like the waves of the sea.

"I love you," she whispered as her body shuddered, clinging to him.

He kissed her lips, her throat, her heart. "I love you more."

Her climax washed over them both like sunlight through rain, and when Jude followed her, every muscle trembled with release. The golden glow flared from between their bodies and rippled outward, lighting the moss, the flowers, even the vines coiled above. The others gasped and moaned in turn, one wave of climax triggering the next - Grace cried out, then Natalie, then Rose and Zoey together, Sophie biting her lip as she arched against him, until every body pulsed, every breath trembled.

Then came stillness.

Not silence. Not absence.

But stillness, like the air after a storm. Like the moment between one heartbeat and the next.

They curled around each other once again, not in exhaustion, but in peace.

For hours, there was no need for speech. They touched, kissed, whispered only the smallest things - sweet things, sacred things. The moss kept them warm. The petals closed tighter above, as if the island, too, wanted to hold them close.

Later, long past midnight, Jude sat up, brushing Lucy’s hair from her face as she dozed across his lap. The others slept too - Zoey’s arm flung over Grace’s waist, Emma tucked between Natalie and Stella, Sophie still curled protectively against his hip.

Only Rose was awake.

She sat at the edge of the mossy platform, her knees drawn up, her hair falling like silk down her back. She didn’t turn when he approached, but her voice was soft when she spoke.

"It’s begun."

He sat beside her, brushing their knees together. "What has?"

"The spiral," she said, looking up at the stars. "Alara called it the Breath. It happens when the island fully accepts a bond. The energy deepens. The forest begins to... replicate."