Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1676

Chapter 1676: Chapter 1676

Rose stepped behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Then the island chose you."

Kael turned, breath caught in her throat. "Why?"

"Because it’s ready," Lucy said, reaching for Jude’s hand. "To be more."

Night fell, and the ritual began again - but different this time. No urgency. No wildness. Just invitation. The new arrivals sat in awe as Jude and his wives danced in firelight, bodies painted in pollen and ash, limbs moving with ancient grace. There was no shame. No modesty. Only truth.

Kael stepped forward first, loosening the wrap from her hips, baring her body to the light.

Jude met her gaze.

She came to him slowly.

She kissed him gently.

And the island breathed.

From the heartstone, a new light began to rise - deeper, redder, more primal.

The second wave had begun.

Kael gasped when the kiss ended, a golden flicker racing across her skin like fire through dry grass. Her eyes widened, her chest rising in shallow, stunned breaths. "I felt it," she whispered, her fingers brushing her lips. "Like a thousand voices in the roots."

"You opened," Lucy said gently, stepping behind her and placing her hands on Kael’s hips. "The island felt it."

Kael turned slowly in her arms, eyes still lit from within. "Is it always like this?"

"No," Rose said from the fire’s edge. "Sometimes it’s more."

The rest of the newcomers stood frozen, watching, unsure if they had witnessed something sacred or carnal or both. One of the men, tall with deep-set eyes and a body marked with sun and scars, stepped forward. He glanced between Kael and Jude, then looked at the glowing heartstone, its red-gold light pulsing like breath. "Does it change everyone?"

Jude approached him, hand outstretched. "Only if you want to be changed."

The man’s name was Daro. He gripped Jude’s hand and the moment their palms met, the moss beneath their feet shimmered faintly. Daro’s eyes widened. "It’s inside you."

"It’s inside all of us," Sophie said softly from the edge of the circle, her gaze steady. "We just had to say yes."

Daro looked back at his group. One by one, they approached. Some with hesitation, others with need so raw it trembled in their voices as they spoke their names: Leiah, Miren, Alta, Theren. Each one was met with open hands, open arms. The wives moved like dancers between them, touching, guiding, not seducing but offering. They showed them the tree, the pool, the fire, and the sky. And slowly, the newcomers began to see.

As night deepened, Kael sat beside Jude by the pool. Her body was bare now, glowing faintly, skin dewed with heat. She leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder. "We weren’t adrift," she murmured. "We were summoned."

He turned his head to kiss her hair. "You felt the call?"

"Every night. We thought it was madness." She laughed softly. "It was desire. Hunger. The kind that has nothing to do with food."

Jude nodded, watching as the other newcomers explored, touched the trees, dipped their hands into the pool, some holding hands with his wives, some simply weeping as the island embraced them.

"I didn’t think I could feel more," Kael whispered. "Then I kissed you, and it was like drowning in stars."

"It’s not me," he said. "It’s what we became."

Lucy knelt in front of them, her hands trailing up Jude’s thighs before resting on Kael’s knees. "You haven’t seen the depths yet."

Kael shivered at her touch. "Show me."

Rose watched from the other side of the fire. Her expression unreadable. She said nothing, just walked into the shadows of the trees, disappearing for now. Jude felt her departure like a thread pulling in his chest - but also understood it. This part wasn’t hers to lead.

The ritual shifted again. Not a performance, not a rite of passage. But communion.

Jude rose, offering his hand to Kael. She took it, trembling and curious, and followed him to the moss where Lucy had already lain back, her body lit with pollen and moonlight. The other newcomers gathered close, breath caught, eyes wide.

Kael knelt beside Lucy, touched her cheek, then kissed her with a tenderness that cracked open something old in the air.

Lucy gasped softly, her thighs parting as Kael moved between them. Jude knelt behind Kael, his hands caressing her waist, her back, his breath warm against her shoulder. He pressed inside her slowly, feeling her moan into Lucy’s mouth.

The connection ignited. Lucy arched beneath them, her body writhing in sync with Kael’s. Jude moved within her, slow, deep, rhythmic, his hands guiding Kael’s movements like a current guides a leaf.

The light from the heartstone pulsed brighter.

Daro gasped from the edge of the circle.

Miren fell to her knees.

Stella took Alta’s hand and led her into the water, where the pool began to glow crimson and gold.

Emma’s hands were already exploring Theren’s chest, her mouth at his neck, his knees buckling.

The forest shivered.

Not in fear - but in pleasure.

In approval.

Kael cried out as her climax took her, body convulsing in Jude’s arms. Lucy came moments later, her hands gripping moss, her back arched like a bow.

Jude held them both, trembling, the energy pouring through him like a golden tide.

And then - stillness.

Not empty.

Full.

A sacred pause.

Kael turned in his arms, kissed him deeply, then rested her head to his chest. "Now I understand."

Jude kissed her temple. "It’s not about claiming. It’s about becoming."

The newcomers joined the circle then. Each one touched the heartstone, felt it pulse beneath their fingers, and the light grew.

Rose returned as the sky began to pale.

She stood at the edge of the moss, watching, her eyes full of fire and pride.

"They’ve begun," she said softly.

Zoey pressed her mouth to Rose’s shoulder. "Are they like us now?"

"Not yet," Rose said. "But soon."

Jude walked toward them, Kael and Lucy at his sides. "They’ll need guidance."