Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1694 - 1689.5

Chapter 1694: Chapter 1689.5

They stepped through the archway into silence.

It wasn’t absence - far from it. The silence hummed, vibrated with potential, like a held breath before the first note of a song. The path beneath their feet shimmered like moonlight on water, wide and winding through a landscape that defied rules. Trees grew upside down from the sky, their roots trailing through clouds. Crystalline flowers hovered just above the ground, glowing with emotion instead of light. Mountains pulsed on distant horizons, breathing slowly like sleeping beasts.

They walked together, barefoot and glowing, their bodies still marked by the shimmering bond of the pool. Jude kept Lucy close to his right, Sophie on his left. Rose walked ahead, always one step forward, always just beyond reach. The rest of the wives spread out behind them like a living constellation.

"This is a memory," Stella whispered, running her fingers along the stem of a floating orchid. "But not ours."

"It’s the island’s," Natalie murmured. "Before time. Before names."

"It’s what it used to be," Susan added. "Before we changed it."

"No," Zoey said, pausing. "It’s what it wants to be again."

Jude knelt at the edge of the path, brushing his hand through the luminous grass. His fingers tingled as a faint warmth surged into him, and suddenly he could feel it - everything. The island’s longing, its waiting, its old pain and fresh joy. It wasn’t just reacting to them anymore. It was communicating.

"It’s asking," he said aloud. "What we want to build."

Rose turned, her golden eyes searching his. "Then let’s show it."

The path curved sharply to the right and opened into a vast glade - a circular space rimmed with the remains of ancient pillars. Some were broken, others blooming with moss and golden roses, as if the past had never truly ended. At the center stood a dais, and upon it, a table carved from black obsidian, shaped like a twelve-pointed star.

Jude stepped onto the dais, drawn like breath to a kiss. The moment his bare feet touched the stone, the points of the star flared to life - twelve columns of golden fire, each pulsing in perfect rhythm with the women around him.

Lucy gasped, her hand flying to her chest. "It’s us."

Rose nodded. "This is where we choose."

"Choose what?" Emma asked, her voice barely a breath.

"What to become," Sophie whispered, stepping to the edge of her point. The fire danced up her legs, curling along her thighs, her hips, her chest. She didn’t flinch. She moaned, just a little, the sound deep and electric.

The others joined her, one by one, stepping into their points. As each woman entered the fire, the color changed - Rose’s flame turned deep crimson, Lucy’s gleamed silver and violet, Zoey’s flared hot amber, while Grace’s pulsed in waves of soft pink and gold.

The moment the twelfth woman stepped in - Scarlet, with her gaze like wildfire - the table began to rise.

Jude stood at the center.

Their flames met.

The fire surged upward, not in destruction, but in ecstasy. He felt every part of them - not just skin, not just touch - but essence. Memories. Hopes. Needs. The longing they rarely spoke aloud. All of it wrapped around him, filled him.

His knees buckled, but he didn’t fall. Hands caught him - Sophie behind him, Lucy to his side, Rose in front. Their lips found his skin, mouths tasting his shoulders, his chest, his throat.

"You feel it?" Natalie breathed.

"It’s making us new," Susan said, her voice thick with awe.

Grace kissed him softly, reverently. "Or maybe we’re remembering who we’ve always been."

Jude couldn’t speak. The energy ran too wild in him now, a river of heat and light, and the women moved with it. Their bodies met his in rhythm, surrounding, devouring, worshipping. Every touch was music. Every kiss was prophecy.

Scarlet straddled him first, her body glowing with feral heat. Her nails dragged down his chest, her lips biting his lower lip before kissing it gently. She moved on him with primal grace, her moans sharp and sacred.

When she came, it was with a cry that split the air, and her flame flared one last time before merging into Jude’s skin.

Emma took her place next. Slower, gentler. Her mouth brushed his with trembling reverence. She whispered his name again and again, and each time she sank onto him, the fire around her danced higher. He kissed her breasts, her belly, her throat, and she wept when she climaxed, pressing her forehead to his.

Zoey was next - laughing, teasing, riding him hard, fast, her hands in his hair, her hips slamming into him like a storm. When she finished, she bit his neck and whispered, "I’ll never stop wanting you."

Each woman came to him like a new season.

Natalie - soft and slow, her body a lullaby.

Stella - tight and gasping, her lips desperate on his.

Grace - tender, eyes locked with his the whole time, her breath a prayer.

Susan - shy at first, then wild, clutching him like he was the only real thing in the universe.

Sophie - fierce and passionate, her hands guiding him, her body clinging to him as if she could anchor them both to the stars.

Scarlet again - this time softer, her climax rippling through him like a wave.

Then Lucy.

She straddled him in silence, her eyes wide, wet, glowing.

She didn’t move at first. Just stared.

"I love you," she whispered.

He cupped her cheek. "Always."

She sank onto him with a long, trembling breath.

And it wasn’t just physical.

It was spiritual.

When she climaxed, she screamed - and the flames turned white.

Lastly, Rose.

She knelt between his legs, her mouth trailing kisses up his thighs, across his abdomen, over his heart.

"You’ve always belonged to us," she said.

Then she took him into her mouth - slow, deliberate, worshipful.

Jude arched, gasping, every nerve lit.

She moved up his body, and he entered her in one smooth, perfect motion. Her moan filled the temple.

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