Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1639

Chapter 1639: Chapter 1639

At the edge of their valley, they paused. The familiar hum of the heartstone vibrated gently through the trees. The canopy above them had changed - flowers in full bloom, vines hanging low and ripe, colors more vivid than before. The valley, like them, had evolved.

Sophie was the first to speak. "We should mark it. The passage. The beginning."

"Something that shows we remember," said Stella, running her fingers through Grace’s golden hair.

"A ritual?" Scarlet asked, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips.

Natalie nodded. "A celebration."

Zoey tilted her head toward Jude. "What do you think?"

He stepped forward and bent down, pressing his palm into the moss where the path ended. "We don’t mark it with words," he said. "We mark it with each other."

He looked up. "Tonight, we join again. Not because we must. But because we can. Because the island is ready to carry us forward. And we’re ready to carry each other."

Lucy’s gaze darkened with slow-burning warmth. "You’re asking for a ceremony of the flesh."

"I’m offering one," Jude said, rising. "As one root. Thirteen branches."

Sophie stepped to him, her body brushing his. "Then we begin with truth again."

Their lips met. Not with hunger. Not with urgency. With intention. A deep, soft heat flowed between them, like the return of a memory long buried but cherished.

Rose was next. She circled behind Jude and pressed her chest to his back, arms sliding around his waist, her mouth brushing the curve of his neck. "I want to be the light that holds you when you can’t carry yourself."

Emma knelt at his feet, her hands on his thighs, her lips brushing over his skin like a prayer. "Let me feel what the spiral gave you."

Zoey’s hands slid into his hair as she kissed his jaw, slow and rough and trembling. "I want to be broken open by you. Again. And again."

They didn’t need words after that. One by one, the others joined.

Scarlet undressed herself without pretense, stepping into the circle with the grace of firelight.

Grace led Stella by the hand, their fingers laced even as their mouths found each other’s necks.

Natalie and Susan moved together, their skin already glowing, their kisses unbroken as they slid to their knees and pulled Jude down with them.

Lucy straddled him first. Naked. Radiant. She rode him with reverence, her breath catching on every descent, her body trembling as his hands found the curve of her spine. When she came, she whispered his name like it was a gift. He kissed her softly as she curled beside him.

Emma climbed atop him next. No words. Only breath. Only eyes locked as she took him in slowly, her hips grinding down until she gasped and buried her face in his neck. Jude held her like he was made for it. Because he was.

Then Zoey.

Then Sophie.

Then Grace.

Then Stella, her voice a song as she cried out, her fingers clutching his shoulders, her tears mixing with sweat.

Each time, his body answered. Not just in need, but in surrender. In joy. In love.

Scarlet took him with fierce abandon, her mouth everywhere, her nails trailing fire. She didn’t let him slow. Didn’t let him breathe until she collapsed beside him, wild and breathless.

Natalie followed, her body slow, her touch gentle. She kissed him with the patience of stars.

Susan trembled as he entered her, tears in her eyes, and Jude kissed them away, whispering her name like an oath.

And then Rose.

Last.

She walked to him like a priestess, her eyes glowing brighter than ever, her steps silent. She knelt, mounted him, and paused.

"You’ve always been the root," she said. "Now let me be your bloom."

He gripped her hips and pulled her down onto him, and she moved like she was writing their future with every motion. Her lips hovered near his, brushing only between breaths. Her eyes never looked away.

When they came together, the spiral on his chest lit gold.

Again.

The island responded.

A warm wind spiraled around them. The moss pulsed. Trees bent low. Flowers bloomed and burst, releasing golden pollen that danced through the air like fireflies.

They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, breathless, full, complete. The spiral remained glowing beneath them, even as they drifted into sleep.

The night passed in silence.

But just before dawn, Jude opened his eyes.

A sound echoed in his chest.

Not a call.

A whisper.

Not from the island.

From beneath it.

A voice.

Feminine.

Ancient.

And smiling.

"You are ready."

Jude sat up slowly, careful not to disturb the bodies tangled around him. Lucy’s cheek was pressed to his thigh, her hair spread like a golden veil across his skin. Sophie’s arm lay draped across his stomach, her fingers resting in the groove of his hip. Rose was curled at his back, her breath soft and steady against his spine. The others were scattered in an embrace of limbs and sighs, still glowing faintly in the soft dawn light that filtered through the trees.

But the whisper hadn’t faded.

It stirred deep in his bones, echoing beneath the earth, beneath the pulse of the moss. Not a voice with sound, but a presence that carried understanding. A beckoning. He stood quietly, the forest unusually still, every leaf trembling like it too had heard the call. His body felt different - lighter, stretched. Each step hummed with a slow current that tickled his veins. He moved with the caution of reverence, walking through the sleeping circle of his wives, brushing his fingers across skin and shoulder, soft kisses laid upon hair, lips, hands.

He didn’t speak.

There was no need.

They felt it.

Sophie stirred first, eyes fluttering open, golden with stardust and understanding. She didn’t ask where he was going - she just rose and followed. Then Lucy. Then Rose. Then the rest, one by one, until the circle stood again, naked in the forest’s hush, watching him, waiting for the next breath to pull them forward.