Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1703

Chapter 1703: Chapter 1703

He looked at them all. "A future. One we’d have to build. Together."

Susan stepped closer. "Are we ready for that?"

"I don’t know," Jude said. "But I think the island is."

They stood in silence.

Then Emma reached down and pulled her wrap over her head, baring herself to the light. She stepped into the center of the circle, lay down on the moss, and spread her arms.

"I want to feel it," she whispered.

The golden light pulsed again.

Jude knelt beside her, brushing hair from her face. "You’re sure?"

She nodded. "Let the island know me. All of me."

Zoey joined her, then Grace, then Stella.

They formed a circle with their bodies, heads inward, limbs brushing, skin glowing.

Natalie straddled Jude’s lap. "We need you at the center."

He hesitated only a second before rising and moving between them. They welcomed him with heat, with reverence.

Hands guided him down.

Mouths kissed every inch of his skin.

The ritual began.

He entered Emma first - slow, deep, their moans rising into the leaves above. Her thighs clenched around his hips, her hands in his hair. As their rhythm built, light flowed from her body to his, through him, into the moss.

Then Zoey.

Then Grace.

Then Stella.

Each time he filled one of them, the circle of light expanded. The moss glowed brighter. Their voices echoed together in harmony, their breath becoming wind, their pleasure becoming tide.

Lucy and Natalie kissed him between each joining, their lips wet with longing. Susan and Sophie stroked his arms, his back, anchoring him.

Finally, Rose came to him. She kissed him not with lips but with her whole body, wrapping around him, guiding him down until they moved as one.

He lost all sense of time.

Of self.

The island was inside him now.

And he was inside all of them.

The climax came not as a single moment but as a wave - a roar of sensation that passed through every body in the circle. They cried out together, arching, trembling, the moss bursting into bloom beneath them, petals unfolding with every cry.

Then stillness.

The stone dimmed.

And in the silence that followed, Jude heard it.

A heartbeat.

Not his.

Not the island’s.

But new.

Small.

Growing.

He opened his eyes.

Lucy’s hand was on her belly, glowing faintly.

And she was smiling.

Sophie was the first to notice. She knelt beside Lucy, eyes wide, her breath caught halfway between disbelief and wonder. "Lucy?" she whispered, though the question barely made it past her lips.

Lucy’s gaze didn’t shift from Jude. Her fingers, trembling slightly, rested protectively over her belly where the light still shimmered - faint, but real. "I felt it," she said softly. "When it happened. When we... when he was inside me. The light went through me."

Jude didn’t breathe for a moment. His body was still humming from the ritual, every nerve ending tingling with the echo of pleasure and power, but this - this was something else entirely. This wasn’t just union. This was creation.

Sophie leaned closer, brushing back Lucy’s golden hair, her own glow deepening like her body was remembering the same rhythm. "It’s not just symbolic. It’s real, isn’t it? You’re..." Her voice faltered, then steadied. "You’re carrying something."

Lucy turned to the others, her cheeks flushed with more than just the afterglow. "I don’t know how\... but it’s inside me. I can feel it growing already."

Emma’s hand came to her mouth. Zoey stood, unsteady, like the world had shifted beneath her. Stella whispered a wordless prayer under her breath. Natalie simply stared, as if trying to memorize every line of Lucy’s face.

Jude stepped forward and knelt in front of Lucy, cupping her cheeks, his thumbs tracing her glowing skin. "Are you afraid?"

She shook her head. "No. Not even a little."

He kissed her, long and slow, and when he pulled back, his forehead rested against hers. "Then neither am I."

Behind them, the heartstone pulsed one last time, then dimmed into a low, gentle glow, as though its work was complete - for now.

The others drew close, surrounding Lucy in a circle again, not out of ritual this time, but instinct. Protection. Celebration. The air was still golden. The moss beneath them was still warm. But the island had shifted. The ritual had ended. And now, a new beginning had been planted.

"We need to get her back," Susan said, her voice soft, but certain. "She needs to rest."

"She’s not sick," Rose replied, stepping forward and kneeling beside Lucy. "She’s sacred."

Grace touched Lucy’s knee gently. "We all are now."

As they helped Lucy to her feet, the forest around them reacted - not just with blooms or scents, but with sound. A low, melodic hum that echoed through the canopy, as if the island itself were singing a lullaby. The vines above drooped lower, creating shade. The breeze softened, wrapping around them like velvet. The golden pollen in the air settled quietly over their bodies, twinkling before vanishing into their skin.

The walk back was slow, deliberate. Jude carried Lucy most of the way, even though she insisted she didn’t need him to. But he needed to. His hands never left her body, his lips brushing her temple, her shoulder, the crown of her head. She laughed, calling him overprotective. He didn’t deny it.

Back at the clearing where they’d made their home, the others gathered supplies wordlessly. Sophie brought fresh fruit, Grace drew warm water from the spring, and Stella laid out soft mosses and woven cloths into a new nest beneath the great tree. Susan hummed under her breath, an old lullaby none of them had heard before but all of them somehow knew.

Lucy lay back with a sigh, naked still, her glowing body a beacon of something beyond human. Jude sat beside her, holding her hand. Her belly showed no outward signs of change - not yet - but everyone could feel it. A spark had been lit. And it would burn brighter with every passing day.