Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1698 - 1689.9

Chapter 1698: Chapter 1689.9

Sophie brushed against his shoulder as they walked, her fingers trailing along his ribs. "Do you feel different?"

Jude turned his head to look at her. "Yes. But not in a way I can explain."

"Me too," she murmured, and pressed a kiss to his bare shoulder. "I think we all do."

They returned to the camp slowly, the clearing soft with golden light, filtered through the canopy above. Their fire had burned down to embers, but the heat still lingered. Without speaking, they moved into the space together, forming their circle again. It had become instinct. Habit. Sanctuary.

Emma sat cross-legged near the fire and looked up at Jude. "Alara’s gone."

"She’s not," Rose said, settling beside her. "She’s just part of the island now. Like we are."

Susan tilted her head. "So does that mean we’ll... become something else one day?"

"Maybe," Grace said softly. "But for now, we’re still us."

Jude knelt in the center of their circle and rested his hands on the earth. He could feel it beneath his palms - the pulse, the warmth. The island wasn’t just responding to them now. It was waiting. Listening.

"Something else is coming," he said without looking up.

Lucy shifted closer. "What do you mean?"

"I don’t know." He frowned. "It’s not danger. It’s just... anticipation."

Zoey leaned forward, resting her chin on Jude’s shoulder. "What do we do about it?"

"Nothing yet," Rose answered. "Let it come. Let it arrive on its own."

Stella lay back in the moss with a sigh, her breasts rising and falling gently, nipples catching the light. "That’s the first time we haven’t had to run toward something or away from it."

"Feels weird," Scarlet murmured, twirling a strand of her hair. "But kind of wonderful."

Natalie crawled across the circle and straddled Jude’s lap with deliberate slowness, her eyes playful but hungry. "Then maybe it’s time we explored what stillness feels like."

He caught her hips as she ground lightly against him, his breath catching. Around them, the circle stirred - Grace touching herself idly, Emma brushing her lips along Susan’s throat, Stella shifting to press against Zoey’s side.

Lucy smiled lazily and reached forward, her palm resting on Natalie’s back. "Stillness can be very... stimulating."

Natalie rolled her hips again, slow and deep, her body molding to Jude’s. "Stillness," she whispered, "doesn’t mean silence."

Sophie’s voice was low, her eyes burning. "Show us."

And then the air thickened.

The golden light pulsed once - twice - and the moss beneath them shifted subtly, curling to cradle their bodies. Natalie’s moan was the first sound, soft and guttural, as Jude pulled her closer and sank into her. She arched back, her hair spilling over her shoulders, and gasped as he filled her.

The others moved around them, not waiting but joining - lips on necks, fingers sliding over thighs, mouths exploring. It wasn’t chaos. It wasn’t even lust.

It was worship.

Jude kissed Natalie’s chest as she rode him, his hands guiding her, hips matching her slow rhythm. Susan pressed behind her, kissing the base of her spine. Lucy moved to Jude’s side, stroking his hair and murmuring words that weren’t in any language he recognized but understood all the same.

Sophie leaned down and captured his mouth with hers, tasting him, sharing him. Her tongue was soft fire. Her fingers curled around his, grounding him. Around them, moans rose like prayer - sweet, aching, ecstatic.

The glow grew stronger.

Each climax added to it - not just energy, but meaning. Every breath taken together, every cry of pleasure, fed the island’s pulse.

Scarlet kissed Stella as she reached her peak, and the tree at the edge of the clearing responded - leaves fluttering without wind.

Emma screamed softly into Grace’s shoulder, and petals burst open above them.

Jude held Natalie tightly as she shuddered around him, and in the distance, a faint chime rang through the woods - like a bell only the island could hear.

And when it was done - when they had all surrendered, all offered, all joined - they collapsed together into a tangle of limbs and light and breath. The glow didn’t fade this time. It stayed. Steady. Warm.

Jude exhaled, Lucy’s hand curled in his, Natalie’s cheek against his chest. "What was that?"

"The island," Rose whispered. "Accepting."

"Again?" he asked.

"Every time we give love without fear," she said, "it listens. Every time we choose without hesitation, it grows."

Emma’s voice was faint. "Then what happens if we stop?"

"We won’t," Sophie said simply.

Jude looked at her.

She met his eyes, her expression soft. "We’re too full now. There’s no going back."

He kissed her, gently, reverently.

And as the moon began to rise over the canopy, soft and golden and immense, the thirteen of them drifted into sleep again, held not just by one another - but by the island itself.

And the island dreamed with them.

Jude stirred before the others. The moss was warm beneath his back, the golden glow of the moon still lingering in the air like perfume. The stars above had shifted, swirling into unfamiliar constellations - patterns he had never seen before but somehow recognized. Each twinkle pulsed softly, like a memory trying to surface, a name not yet spoken. He sat up slowly, careful not to wake Lucy, whose bare body lay draped against his side, her breath even and calm, her fingers still loosely wrapped around his.

He looked around.

They were all still there. Entwined. Glowing.

Rose lay beside Sophie, her arm slung over the other woman’s waist, their skin almost identical in its golden hue now. Grace and Zoey were curled together, Zoey’s head resting between Grace’s breasts, a lazy smile playing across her lips even in sleep. Emma and Natalie were spooned near the edge of the moss bed, while Susan clung softly to Scarlet, their hair fanned together like a single fire-woven veil.

Stella lay apart, not out of distance, but as though guarding the edge of the dream. She opened her eyes as Jude stood.