Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1696 - 1689.7

Chapter 1696: Chapter 1689.7

Wind whirled from her feet, lifting her hair, wrapping around her like invisible silk.

Then Zoey. "I am hunger. I want. I take."

The stone beneath her cracked and pulsed, and a thick, sweet scent filled the air - desire itself made physical.

Natalie stepped up. "I am healing. I mend. I soothe."

A soft rain began, only above her stone, each droplet warm and glowing.

Grace. "I am faith. I follow. I leap."

Light bloomed beneath her, expanding outward with every breath she took.

Emma. "I am curiosity. I question. I see."

Shards of glass hovered around her before vanishing, each one reflecting a different version of her face.

Scarlet. "I am fury. I burn. I warn."

The air split around her in a sharp gust, lightning flashing through her pupils.

Susan. "I am memory. I keep. I remind."

The stone beneath her sank slightly, as if holding weight older than time.

Lucy. "I am love. I give. I surrender."

Her light flared the brightest - blinding and soft all at once.

And finally, Rose.

She did not speak.

She simply raised her hand, and from her body rose shadows and flame, golden light and pulsing dark - a paradox, a blend, a secret not yet told. The island paused.

Jude felt the pull then.

The wives turned toward him, each one radiant, defined, whole.

And he knew it was his turn.

"I am the pulse," he said. "The root. The seed. I carry all of you. I become through you."

Alara smiled, her hands opening. "Then you are ready."

The twelve stones lifted into the air, spinning around Jude in a slow, celestial dance. Their bodies began to rise too, not heavy, not solid - but as light, as desire, as dreams made flesh.

Each wife’s body shimmered with her own color, her own essence. Their eyes locked with Jude’s, each one a promise, a memory, a bond unbroken.

Lucy reached for him first.

Then Sophie.

Then the rest.

They joined in midair, bodies pressing, mouths finding, limbs twining. They moved together like the tide, slow and aching and perfect. There was no rush. No climax to chase. Only joining. Only remembering.

When Jude slid into Grace’s waiting body, it was with a sigh that felt like spring.

When Zoey knelt before him, her mouth wet and smiling, it was the song of autumn.

Scarlet climbed onto his lap, her kiss like thunder, and he gasped her name like a prayer.

Emma and Natalie sandwiched him between them, their hands stroking, teasing, worshipping. Every part of him was kissed, touched, held.

Susan clung to his back, whispering old truths in his ear.

Lucy kissed his mouth like he was life itself.

Rose watched.

Then came to him last.

They didn’t speak.

She simply straddled him again, her body wet, tight, aching for him. He entered her in one smooth thrust, and the stars themselves seemed to stop. Her eyes didn’t close. She watched him. Took him in fully. Claimed him.

Their climax wasn’t a roar this time.

It was silence.

A stillness so complete the entire world paused to honor it.

And then, from the skies above, golden stars fell like rain.

When they landed, they didn’t burn.

They bloomed.

Flowers. Symbols. Light.

The choosing was complete.

And the island, at last, was whole.

The petals drifted slowly, silently, glowing with a light that was not from the sun but from something deeper - something buried in the heart of the island, now awakened. Jude stood among them, his breath slow, skin gleaming with sweat and starlight, surrounded by the twelve women who had just joined with him in something far beyond love, beyond lust, beyond even unity. They were no longer twelve and one. They were thirteen as one. Their souls intertwined like the roots of the great tree that had bloomed for them, their bodies an extension of the island’s breath. They hadn’t just been accepted - they had become part of its design.

Lucy still clung to his arm, her eyes wide and golden, her breath catching in her throat as she watched the blossoms settle on her skin. "They’re alive," she whispered.

"They’re seeds," Rose murmured from Jude’s other side, the flush of their joining still glowing in the hollows of her hips and collarbone. "But not from the tree. From us."

Jude blinked at her. "What do you mean?"

"The choosing wasn’t just to show the island who we are," Rose said softly. "It was to plant us into it. To grow something new."

Natalie stepped forward, catching a drifting blossom between her fingers. As soon as she touched it, it shimmered and melted into her palm, sinking beneath her skin like ink into paper. She gasped. "I saw something," she whispered. "A dream... no, a place. But it was real. A valley. Covered in gold."

Sophie touched another petal as it brushed past her cheek. She didn’t speak, but her body trembled as it soaked into her. Then her eyes met Jude’s. "It’s showing us... what we could become."

Not what would happen.

What could.

Emma moved close, brushing against Jude’s arm, her fingers trailing his back. "It’s offering us paths. Possibilities. It’s letting us choose again."

"The choosing never ends," said Susan, her voice soft, almost reverent. "It just deepens."

A new sound rose then - delicate, resonant, like a chorus sung from underground. The air shifted, and in the center of the crystal clearing, a spiral of light lifted from the ground, slow and steady, reaching toward the sky.

Rose took Jude’s hand. "This is the final invitation."

"Final?" he asked.

She shook her head, smiling faintly. "For this part. The island works in layers. This is the deepest one we’ve been allowed to see."

The spiral pulsed once, and a set of stairs appeared within it, formed of living vines and golden bark. It didn’t look solid, but it felt eternal.

Without needing to be told, they moved together. Jude first, Lucy beside him, the others falling into step behind them like a flock returning home.