Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1674

Chapter 1674: Chapter 1674

Jude looked down at the glowing camp, at the women he had loved and been remade by. At Lucy, who now carried more than just their bond - she carried the future. "I want it to be true," he said finally. "Real. Not perfect. But honest. I want it to be us."

A warm voice interrupted them. "Then it starts with tonight."

Natalie stepped into the firelight below, holding out a carved wooden bowl of fresh berries and pulped fruit, their juices glistening like wine. "We honor what we’ve become," she called softly, "by celebrating it."

Scarlet followed her, lighting the tall fire stack with a flick of dried moss and coals from earlier in the day. The fire caught instantly, golden sparks swirling into the sky. As it lit, the ground seemed to respond again - more petals blooming, soft grass rising, the entire island pulsing with joy.

Jude descended with Rose beside him, and the others gathered in a circle. No one spoke for a long time. They didn’t need to. They simply watched the fire burn, felt its heat on their skin, its glow reflected in their eyes.

Then Zoey stepped forward, brushing her long dark curls back as she knelt beside Jude. "Before they come," she whispered, "I want to feel this again. All of it. You. Us. Before it’s shared."

He looked into her eyes. There was no fear there. No desperation. Just raw, open want.

Grace moved beside her. "Then let’s make a memory they’ll never touch."

The others nodded slowly, drawn in by the flicker of heat in the air, by the curve of bodies leaning into one another. Lucy rose without effort, the golden light around her softening as she stood at the edge of the firelight. She looked directly at Jude. "Show us again," she said, voice low, voice whole. "Remind us who we are before the world arrives."

Jude took a breath, then stood.

He stepped to Lucy first. Their bodies pressed together like breath meeting breath, and the kiss they shared was deep and slow, not rushed, not frantic - an unspoken vow. He touched her belly, his hand reverent, protective. She covered it with her own and whispered, "I feel safe."

Then Rose was behind him, her lips brushing his neck, her body pressing flush to his back. "Let’s give the island something to remember."

The others joined - hands on shoulders, hips brushing, fingers tangling, mouths seeking.

They undressed with quiet intention, not all at once, but piece by piece - clothing falling like leaves, limbs entwining like vines. The moss below responded, rising in plush folds to support them, to cradle each curve, each touch.

Emma lowered herself beside Sophie, their mouths meeting with a hunger tempered by heat. Grace pulled Stella into her lap, laughter bright and breathy as she whispered into her ear. Susan kissed Lucy’s shoulders, her hands gentle but possessive. Natalie, fierce and quiet, curled against Jude’s side, guiding his hand between her thighs, her sigh soft as wind through the trees.

There was no sequence. No beginning. No end.

Only pulse.

Only rhythm.

Only them.

Jude moved from one to the next, not claiming, but joining, his body a conduit of everything they had built. Each kiss carried memory. Each thrust was prayer. Each cry that escaped a mouth was echoed by the forest itself, leaves trembling, petals blooming, branches arching above them like cathedral walls.

Zoey straddled him, her hair wild, her body riding him like a wave cresting, crashing, reforming. She bit his lip as she came, and he growled her name against her throat, gripping her hips as they locked together.

Then Rose pulled him away, dragging him down into the moss, guiding him inside her with a gasp and a roll of her hips. Their eyes met, and she smiled like a goddess taking her offering.

Sophie and Emma entwined beside them, their mouths wet and hungry. Scarlet leaned over Jude’s chest, her lips seeking his nipple, her breath hot as her thighs closed around his leg. Susan’s hands tangled with Natalie’s above their heads, the two of them riding the same rhythm as Jude moved between Rose and Grace, then back to Lucy - always back to Lucy.

She opened for him like the island itself.

Her moan was deeper now. Different.

He slid inside her and the light surged.

It wasn’t just heat. It was transcendence.

Their bodies became more than skin and bone. They glowed like stars fallen to earth, their pleasure spilling into the ground, into the roots, into the sky.

When they finally collapsed in a tangle of limbs, the fire still burned, but softer now. Flickering like a heartbeat.

Jude held Lucy against his chest, his hand resting over the warm swell of her belly. The others curled around them - Rose at his back, Zoey at his side, Sophie between his legs, Emma draped across his chest, Grace tangled with Stella nearby, Natalie breathing against his throat, Susan’s fingers laced with his, Scarlet humming low and sleepy, her mouth on his shoulder.

"We’re ready," Lucy whispered.

Jude kissed her brow.

The stars above pulsed once.

And the sea began to whisper of sails in the distance.

A hush fell over the forest as the first light of morning crept across the treetops, painting the canopy in molten gold. The island exhaled, slow and deep, as though basking in the warmth of what had passed between them. Jude stirred first, his body wrapped in a tangle of limbs and warmth and breath. The fire still glowed low beside them, embers crackling faintly as if reluctant to let go of the night’s memory.

Lucy shifted in his arms, her eyes fluttering open, lashes heavy with sleep. She smiled against his chest, her fingers tracing slow circles along his ribs. "I dreamt of waves," she murmured, voice still dusted with sleep. "And sails. So many sails."

He nodded slowly, brushing his lips across her temple. "They’re coming."

A breeze rolled through the trees then, fragrant with salt and wildflowers, and every leaf turned in the same direction - the sea.