Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1630

Chapter 1630: Chapter 1630

There stood another pedestal.

But this one held no stone. No water. Just a flower.

It was unlike anything they’d seen.

Large as a cradle, its petals layered in shades of obsidian and violet and a blush of blue that shimmered when the light touched it. At its center, a glow pulsed softly - slower than the others, deeper. Jude reached for it instinctively.

Before his fingers touched it, the petals shivered.

The flower opened.

Inside was a pool of silver fluid, thick and luminous, swirling slowly like a miniature galaxy. The scent that rose from it made them all sway - warm honey, crushed petals, the earthy perfume of sex and moss and heat.

Lucy inhaled sharply. "It smells like... us."

"It is us," Rose whispered, her eyes wide. "The island’s recorded it. This is memory. Essence."

Sophie leaned in. "What do we do with it?"

"We drink," Rose said, voice low and reverent.

Emma narrowed her eyes. "Drink what? Ourselves?"

"No," Rose said, reaching down. "We drink what we’ve become ."

She dipped her fingers into the pool and lifted them to her lips.

The moment the fluid touched her tongue, her back arched. Her eyes flared gold. She gasped - a sound of pure pleasure - and staggered back into Jude’s arms.

"It’s truth," she panted. "It shows... everything."

Lucy stepped forward next. "Let me."

Jude helped Rose down gently onto the moss and turned to Lucy, watching her take a single sip from the pool. Her reaction was quieter - but no less intense. She closed her eyes and smiled, her lips curving in slow understanding.

"I saw all of us," she said softly. "But not here. Somewhere deeper."

One by one, the others followed.

Sophie took it slowly, eyes closed tight.

Grace and Stella drank together, their moans blending in the air like a hymn.

Natalie and Zoey teased each other with it, licking from each other’s fingertips before they fell together onto the moss, giggling and flushed.

Emma hesitated the longest, but when she finally drank, she knelt at the edge of the pool and bowed her head.

Jude came last.

The pool shimmered as he approached, and when he bent to drink, the silver rose up to meet him, curling up his tongue like it knew him.

And when it entered him -

Everything exploded.

He was not just Jude anymore.

He was every breath he’d shared with Lucy. Every gasp stolen from Rose’s lips. Every night Sophie had curled into him, unsure and open. He was Natalie’s laughter. Zoey’s heat. Grace’s need. Stella’s devotion. Susan’s longing. Scarlet’s hunger. Emma’s sharp, bright fire. He was all of them, and more.

The spiral burst outward.

Rings widened.

The moss pulsed.

The trees leaned in.

And the flower closed.

When Jude opened his eyes, he stood not in the forest - but in light.

A white-gold field stretching endlessly in all directions, wind moving like breath across his skin. The others stood around him, naked and radiant, their eyes wide, their lips parted.

"We’re inside it," Lucy whispered. "Inside the island’s heart."

Rose stepped to Jude and placed her hand over his chest. "And now it knows everything."

A sound rose - song-like, layered in many voices, none of them human, all of them right .

The island was singing.

And it sang them .

Jude’s breath caught in his throat as the sound swelled, rising from beneath their bare feet, from the wind curling around their limbs, from the pulsing light of the sky above. The island’s song wasn’t made of words, yet he understood every note. It sang of love and lust, of yearning and unity. It sang their names not as individuals, but as chords in a single symphony - twelve voices and his own, merged in rhythm and harmony. He turned slowly in the glowing field, his feet bare against the soft golden grass that hadn’t existed moments ago, his skin humming with the resonance of it all.

The others moved around him like dancers, their bodies fluid, graceful, untouched by weight or fear. Lucy spun through the air without effort, laughing as the wind lifted her hair. Zoey arched back with her arms wide, her breasts catching the light in perfect arcs, her mouth parted in awe. Stella ran, feet barely touching the ground, dragging Grace with her in breathless joy. Natalie, glowing violet, knelt in the grass and drew shapes with her fingers - symbols that shimmered and lingered in the air like constellations. And Rose, beautiful and knowing, walked straight toward Jude, her eyes burning.

He didn’t move when she reached him. She pressed her palm against his chest, and this time, the touch didn’t just warm - it ignited. Light bloomed outward from her fingers, spreading across his skin, threading into him like roots diving deep. Jude gasped. He saw her again - not just Rose as she was now, but Rose as she’d been: fierce and wild and lost and found. She had always burned. And now, she was fire without smoke.

She kissed him slowly, like the island itself was watching. Their mouths met in silence, but the moment was loud with meaning. Around them, the others stilled. They watched. Not with jealousy. Not even with desire. With reverence.

Sophie came next, stepping close, her eyes shining silver. "We see you," she whispered. "All of you."

Jude reached for her, and their lips met - gentler than before, more raw. As she kissed him, Lucy moved in, pressing against his back, her arms wrapping around him. The three of them melded together in that golden place, their bodies warm, aroused, reverent. Grace joined them, kissing Sophie’s neck. Then Zoey, curling against Lucy’s side, her fingers slipping along her waist. Natalie, then Stella. Then Susan, silent and hungry. Scarlet, bold and teasing. Emma, hesitant only for a second. And finally, Rose, circling behind Jude and kissing the base of his spine.

They weren’t twelve and one anymore.

They were one.

One heat. One rhythm. One longing.

Clothes meant nothing here. Neither did gravity.