Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1682

Chapter 1682: Chapter 1682

Jude lost count of how many times his body opened, how many times he surrendered to one of them - or to all of them. They moved around him like tides. Rose pulling his hair as she rode him. Sophie whispering secrets into his mouth. Zoey teasing him with her teeth before kissing him like she’d never stop. Grace stroking his face as she cried from pleasure. Lucy holding his hand every time he lost himself.

He made love to each one of them, and they to him. But also to each other. Kisses passed like flame, touches shared like holy things. There were no limits, no roles, no boundaries - only need and love and something so much bigger than them.

And when they were spent, when the air cooled and the moss cradled them again, Jude lay at the center of a web of limbs and golden skin, breath slowing, body glowing.

Emma rested her head on his chest. "I feel like I’ve been reborn."

"We all have," Stella murmured, kissing Grace’s temple.

"Something came through us," Natalie said, her voice hushed. "Not just love. Creation."

Rose reached for Jude’s hand and laced her fingers with his. "We’re the garden now. Everything that grows from this place will be shaped by us."

The island pulsed in agreement beneath them.

In the quiet after, the sound of birds returned, soft and curious, chirping in new melodies. The trees shimmered. Flowers opened wide, and vines coiled around their limbs without malice - only affection, like the island itself was cuddling them.

Scarlet was the first to notice the hill.

It hadn’t been there before - at least not in that shape. A soft rise of earth covered in dark moss, glowing faintly, and at its peak, a smooth stone stood with twelve handprints carved around a hollow center.

Lucy sat up slowly, her hair falling in loose golden waves. "What is that?"

Rose stood, stretching like a panther, and approached it. "I think it’s our mark."

They followed her, moving together like a single being, Jude at the center, his hands touching each shoulder as they circled the stone. One by one, each woman pressed her hand to the shape carved for her, a perfect fit - Lucy first, then Zoey, then Grace. When the last print - Rose’s - touched the stone, the center glowed.

And from it bloomed something no one expected.

A flower.

Huge.

Golden.

Pulsing.

It opened like a mouth, and from within rose a single seed - dark, glistening, alive.

Sophie reached for it, cradled it in her palms.

"It’s warm."

Jude touched it.

And the visions came again.

A new home.

A city of gold and moss and stone.

Children laughing - children of all their faces, of every skin and curve and curl.

Life. Community. Love that stretched beyond twelve and one.

Jude looked at them all.

"It’s not the end," he said. "It’s the beginning."

Rose kissed him again.

And the island bloomed wider.

The seed pulsed in Sophie’s hands, small and unassuming, yet vibrating with a heat that resonated through her entire body. She held it like a sacred thing, a newborn star resting in her palms. The glow brightened slightly when Jude stepped closer, as if it recognized his nearness. Around them, the others formed a circle again, silent and reverent. The wind stirred gently, rustling the trees with a sound like breath, like waiting.

"What are we supposed to do with it?" Sophie asked softly, her voice carrying across the clearing.

Jude touched the edge of her wrist and looked down at the seed. "I think... we plant it."

Zoey tilted her head, her mouth curving with amused disbelief. "In the middle of a field made of magic sex and glowing moss, we’re going to plant a seed? That’s the plan?"

Grace smiled faintly. "Feels right, doesn’t it?"

Rose stepped forward and knelt in front of the stone platform, brushing her fingers across the moss. The ground responded, parting softly like it had been waiting for this. "Here," she whispered.

Sophie hesitated, then crouched and placed the seed gently into the soil. As soon as it touched the earth, a tremor ran through the island - soft but undeniable. They all felt it, in the arches of their feet, in the base of their spines, in their chests like a second heartbeat syncing with their own.

The soil closed over it, sealing it in with a faint shimmer of gold.

Nothing happened for a moment.

Then a whisper - a collective inhale from the forest. Leaves rustled. Vines quivered. A low, thrumming tone echoed out from the ground like a distant drumbeat.

And then it began.

The moss around the seed shimmered brighter. A tendril of green burst forth from the soil, twirling upward like a dancer. It grew before their eyes, unfolding leaves, stretching higher, glowing from within. By the time it reached waist height, a single golden bud had formed at its top, trembling with potential.

Stella stepped forward and touched the stem. "It’s fast... it’s already alive."

Rose’s eyes gleamed with awe. "Because we gave it everything."

Lucy moved beside Jude and took his hand. "This isn’t just a plant. It’s a part of us now."

The flower bloomed in a slow-motion spiral, its petals thick and soft, glowing like the heart of a sunrise. The scent that poured from it was unlike anything any of them had ever known - floral, yes, but also rich with heat and memory, like it carried echoes of their bodies, their kisses, their shared breath.

Emma sank to her knees in front of it. "It’s so beautiful it hurts."

Sophie crouched beside her, fingers brushing the glowing petals. "What will it become?"

Natalie, standing beside Jude, said softly, "A home."

They all turned to her.

She looked around, eyes shining. "Don’t you feel it? It’s not just a symbol. It’s a root. The beginning of something bigger. I see it, in my head - houses shaped from trees, fires that never burn out, children born glowing, laughter echoing through the canopy. This is where we begin."