Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1678

Chapter 1678: Chapter 1678

The air on the beach shifted, heavy with warmth and something more primal. It wasn’t just salt and sunlight anymore - it was musk, skin, breath. The first of the newcomers began to remove their clothes, not in shame, but in curiosity. A girl with moon-pale hair dropped her shawl and stepped forward barefoot, brushing past Lucy to touch the moss creeping down from the trees. She gasped when it curled around her toes, gentle as a lover’s sigh.

"It’s real," she whispered.

Rose smiled faintly. "It always has been."

More followed. A pair - lovers already, it seemed - walked hand in hand toward the edge of the jungle. Jude watched the moss ripple as they stepped onto it, and felt the soft pulse in his chest answer. The island was opening to them. Slowly. Seductively. Daro and Kael moved through the group like guides, touching arms, whispering reassurance, radiating that soft, sensual glow that marked the awakened.

Lucy stayed at Jude’s side, her fingers threading between his like vines. Her bare hip brushed his, her mouth curving into a knowing smile. "This is what it wants."

Jude turned slightly. "What we want?"

"No," she whispered. "What it wants through us."

She leaned up to kiss his jaw, soft and slow, and her other hand slid along his stomach, fingertips just teasing the edge of where heat began to pool. The island felt it too - the way the wind pressed lower against their skin, the way the moss thickened beneath their feet like a bed.

Then Rose walked past them, toward the newcomers.

She stopped in front of the woman who had led the first boat. The one still clothed, still tense. The woman met her gaze without flinching.

"Do you want to know?" Rose asked, voice like silk.

"I want to understand," the woman said.

"Then touch me."

It wasn’t a command. It was a whisper of promise.

The woman reached out. Her fingers landed on Rose’s shoulder, hesitant but firm. And the moment they made contact, the golden shimmer slid down Rose’s body like a sigh.

The woman gasped. Her knees buckled. Rose caught her before she fell.

"You feel it," Rose murmured against her ear. "It’s not power. It’s not magic. It’s connection."

The woman trembled in her arms. Her name was Idrin. And when she opened her eyes, they gleamed with the first spark of change.

All around them, the energy rose. The forest swelled with scent - jasmine, wet earth, sweat, and the sharp thrill of arousal. Some of the newcomers had already begun to press close to the wives - Grace kissing a young man who groaned into her mouth, Stella guiding two girls into the pool, their clothes forgotten, their laughter bubbling like spring water.

Sophie stood on the fringe, eyes sharp, protective. But even she had begun to glow again.

Jude turned and pulled Lucy into his arms, their bodies pressed chest to chest, skin to skin. Her breath caught. "Show them," she whispered. "Lead us."

He lowered his mouth to hers.

Their kiss ignited like it always had - soft heat that deepened into ache, into hunger. Her thighs pressed against his hips. The air around them shimmered.

Rose stepped behind him, her arms sliding around his waist, her breasts pressing to his back. Her mouth kissed the back of his neck. "Let them see," she whispered.

And they did.

The newcomers watched as Jude turned and kissed Rose, slow and full of breath. Then turned back to Lucy and kissed her again. The tension broke like a tide.

Bodies began to move. Clothing fell. Hands explored. The wives guided without force, responding to the hunger in the air with grace and fire. The moss shifted to cradle bodies, and the golden light returned - pulsing faintly in the grooves of the trees, on bare shoulders, in gasping mouths.

Jude found himself in the center again.

He lay on his back, Lucy straddling him, her body slick with heat and wonder. She rocked slowly, head tilted back, lips parted. Rose knelt beside them, kissing Lucy’s shoulder, then Jude’s chest. Idrin knelt next, still half in disbelief, but her fingers joined Rose’s on Lucy’s thigh.

Grace cried out nearby, her head thrown back as one of the newcomers took her from behind, their bodies wrapped in moss. Stella and Emma kissed in the shallows, their hands tangled with another woman between them.

And still more boats arrived.

The island didn’t grow louder.

It grew deeper.

Jude felt his climax building slowly, drawn not just from Lucy’s body wrapped tight around him, but from the sounds all around - the cries, the moans, the breathless laughter, the way limbs tangled and untangled in a rhythm older than any language.

Lucy clenched around him, her mouth meeting his in a kiss that stole sound.

He spilled into her, warmth rushing through his limbs like a second sunrise. And the moment he did, the golden light flared from his chest, shooting up like before - only this time it spread, arcs of energy streaking across the clearing.

Each one hit a pair, a threesome, a group - and made them glow.

Pleasure rippled outward like a web.

Kael fell to her knees, shuddering. Daro groaned, his mouth against Miren’s neck. Idrin moaned as Rose kissed her breast and slid two fingers deep between her thighs.

And Jude - Jude couldn’t breathe.

Not from exhaustion. But from fullness.

He was the root.

And now the tree was bearing fruit.

As the climax passed, the golden light sank into skin. The island exhaled. The moss pulsed once - then stilled.

Bodies lay across the beach, the moss, the trees, tangled and slick, glowing and breathless. Some still trembled in aftershocks, some lay perfectly still, eyes wide, hearts racing.

Lucy curled beside him, her body damp and trembling.

Rose rested across his chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles near his navel.

"I thought we were the end," Lucy whispered, voice raw with awe.

"We’re just the beginning," Rose said.

And the island, silent and glowing, agreed.