Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1683

Chapter 1683: Chapter 1683

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."

Jude placed his palm against the flower’s center, feeling its pulse meet his own. "Then let’s make it real."

They worked together through the golden afternoon, naked and warm, their bodies tired but fueled by something deeper than flesh. Zoey and Stella wove vines into ropes. Grace and Emma cleared more moss for planting. Rose and Susan found trees already leaning toward the clearing, their trunks wide and hollow, like they’d been shaped in anticipation.

Jude moved among them all, helping, lifting, holding, kissing. He was not just a man anymore. Not just their lover. He was a part of the island now, like the trees and the stone and the light. They felt it too. Every glance from the women carried a kind of holy hunger - not just desire, but belief.

By the time the sun began to set, a new clearing had been shaped. Vines formed soft walls. Moss made beds. Branches arched overhead, cradling the space in a protective canopy. The glowing flower at the center still pulsed, taller now, a beacon in the twilight.

They gathered around it again, as they had that morning. Only now, they weren’t alone.

The air shimmered on the edge of the clearing.

Then, slowly, shapes stepped into view - other islanders.

Not strangers. Not enemies.

The dreamers.

The ones who had followed the pulse.

Men and women, bodies glowing faintly, eyes wide, lips parted in wonder. They carried no weapons, wore no expressions of fear. Only awe.

One of them - a tall woman with copper skin and hair braided with feathers - stepped forward and knelt before the flower.

"We felt it," she said, voice thick with reverence. "We saw the sky burn gold. We heard the song in our bones. It led us here."

Jude stepped forward, naked and shining. "You’re welcome."

She looked up, tears in her eyes. "Is it true? Is this where it begins again?"

He nodded. "Yes. This is where we live. This is where we love. This is where we grow."

The others behind her dropped to their knees, one by one. A soft chorus of gasps and sighs filled the air. Some began to cry. Others reached for each other, hands tangling, lips meeting in silent celebration.

Jude turned back to his wives, and they stepped forward beside him, surrounding him again, a ring of love and heat and unity.

Lucy took his hand and pressed it to her belly. "Do you feel it?"

He paused.

Then his eyes widened.

A second heartbeat.

She smiled. "It’s starting."

A shiver passed through them all.

Scarlet touched her own stomach, then her mouth. "Oh gods..."

Grace pressed her palm to Stella’s belly, eyes widening.

Rose looked at them all, then at Jude. "This is what the island wanted. Not followers. Not worshippers. Family."

They stood there, glowing, trembling, smiling, crying.

And above them, the stars began to appear - each one brighter than the last, each one pulsing in time with the golden flower at the clearing’s heart.

The island dreamed.

And within its dream, twelve women and one man stood naked in the light of something greater than gods.

They were not just lovers.

They were the beginning.

Jude held Lucy’s hand as the stars thickened above, the sky no longer just a blanket of night but a canopy of promise. The other dreamers knelt in silence around the clearing, their eyes wide, some with tears slipping down their cheeks, others smiling in a dazed, blissful trance. The golden flower stood tall in the center, petals now fully unfurled, glowing brighter than before, pulsing gently with a heartbeat that mirrored Jude’s own. It had become the core of something new - sacred and undeniable.

Rose stepped forward and placed her hand on Lucy’s lower back, her eyes dropping to where Jude’s palm still rested against Lucy’s belly. "We’ll build it for them," she said softly. "Not just the home. The future."

Jude turned to face the other dreamers, his voice calm and sure despite the weight of everything he felt. "You’re free here. Free to join us. Free to live. But what you do next... it has to be born of love. Of choice. There’s no fear here. No rule. Only connection."

The copper-skinned woman stepped closer, eyes on the glowing flower. "We’ve waited a long time. We didn’t even know what we were waiting for until now." She smiled, her voice trembling. "This is it."

The moment settled over them like a hush before dawn. No one moved for a long time, and when they did, it was slow and intentional. Jude felt Lucy shift against him, her cheek brushing his arm, her breath steady and warm. Zoey was at his other side now, her fingers woven into Grace’s, both of them watching the new arrivals with curious softness. Stella had knelt near the flower again, her hands tracing the moss as though she could already imagine what would grow next.

Emma approached Jude, standing in the glow of the bloom. "This is going to change everything, isn’t it?"

He nodded. "It already has."

She exhaled slowly, then leaned in and kissed him - tender, grounding. "Then let’s be ready for what comes."

And what came next was not chaos, not frenzy. It was peace. A peace so complete, so thick with meaning, that it pressed into their bones and made the air heavy with reverence. The new dreamers stayed by the edge of the clearing that first night, forming little nests of moss and light, humming together softly as if instinct had given them song.

Jude and his wives moved closer to the heart of the new village, drawn again to the glowing flower. They sat in a circle beneath it, their bare skin still luminous, their hair kissed by pollen and dew.