Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1708 - 1707

Chapter 1708: Chapter 1707

The forest pulsed in quiet rhythm, the island alive beneath their bodies, its breath mingling with theirs in the golden afterglow.

The air shimmered with heat and pollen, a heady blend of nature and intimacy that settled into every inch of Jude’s skin.

He lay there among them, not just loved but worshiped, not just needed but essential - no longer a visitor or a question, but the answer they’d all grown into.

Lucy stirred first. Her hand slid along his ribs, fingertips featherlight. "There’s something beneath us," she murmured, her voice drowsy but curious. "Not just roots. It’s deeper."

Rose was already sitting up, her body draped in gold light like a goddess reborn. "I felt it too. While you were inside me," she said, her voice low and warm. "It hummed louder when we touched."

Jude pushed up onto his elbows, muscles trembling with satisfaction and something more primal. "Like the ground was singing?"

"No." Emma’s voice was sharp, alert. "Like it was calling."

They sat up, one by one. The air hadn’t cooled, but it thickened. The trees nearby had leaned in again, not menacing but expectant, their leaves rustling without wind. Jude stood slowly, helping Lucy up, then reaching for Rose, his skin still coated with the faint sheen of golden sweat.

"What does it want now?" Grace asked, wrapping her arms around her knees as if she were bracing for another wave.

"It doesn’t want," Rose replied. "It needs."

Zoey rolled onto her stomach, grinning lazily. "We just gave it everything. What else could it possibly need?"

Scarlet’s gaze flicked toward the glowing canopy. "Maybe it’s not about what it needs from us. Maybe it’s offering something."

Natalie was already on her feet, her golden braid sticking to the curve of her back. "The heartstone was just the beginning. We opened a door. Alara said it. But maybe that was just the first."

"The island is full of them," Stella whispered. "Doors. Paths. We didn’t see them before, but now..."

She turned and pointed, and Jude’s breath caught.

Between two thick trunks at the edge of the clearing, the air shimmered. Like heat mirage, but steadier. Not a place, not quite - more like an idea forming shape.

"It’s opening again," Sophie said, voice tight. "Another passage."

He moved toward it without question, the others rising and falling in behind him like petals following the sun. The shimmer grew stronger as they neared. It didn’t hum or shine. It pulsed. Like breath. Like desire. It didn’t ask for permission.

It simply was.

When Jude stepped through, the world twisted.

He didn’t fall, didn’t fly - just... changed direction. One moment he was in the golden forest, and the next, he stood in a cavern of light. The others arrived behind him, blinking, gasping. The ceiling soared overhead, carved from glimmering crystal, veins of gold pulsing like arteries.

Emma reached for the wall and touched it.

It moaned.

The sound wasn’t painful. It was... sensual. Deep. A note that slid through their skin and clung to bone.

Grace leaned against Jude. "This place is alive."

Zoey moved to the center, where a wide platform pulsed with soft amber glow. "Another altar?"

"No," Rose murmured. "This is a womb."

Jude stepped onto the platform, and the moment his foot touched it, a soft vibration slid up his spine. The others followed, surrounding him again. The light intensified, not harsh, but seductive. A whisper against every nerve.

From the walls, vines uncoiled like arms. Not threatening. Inviting.

Lucy reached out to touch one. It curled lovingly around her wrist.

"It’s learning us," she said.

"No." Rose’s voice trembled. "It knows us. It’s remembering."

A shape formed above the altar. Not solid. A figure of light and shadow, feminine and shifting. She wasn’t Alara. She was something older. Something unnamed.

The figure spoke, not aloud, but directly into their minds.

"You have become. Now you must bind."

"What does that mean?" Jude asked, his throat dry.

"You are twelve and one. But you have not yet fused."

Jude’s pulse thundered. Around him, the women drew closer.

Sophie’s eyes darkened with heat. "What if that’s what it wants now?"

"To see us complete," Emma added, already stripping the last of her wrap from her hips.

Stella and Grace pressed their bodies to his sides. Lucy kissed his shoulder. Zoey took his hand and placed it on her breast.

Rose’s gaze held his as she spoke. "Not a ritual. Not a sacrifice. This is... communion."

They didn’t ask what to do. They knew.

The moment Lucy sank to her knees and took him in her mouth, the chamber glowed brighter. Jude gasped, head tipping back, as she worshipped him with slow, reverent strokes. Her tongue teased. Her lips sealed around him. When she pulled away, it was only to guide him into Sophie, who was already spread open, golden hair tangled, lips parted in need.

He entered her with a growl, her legs wrapping around his waist. She clung to him, her nails digging in, her moans broken and urgent. Zoey knelt beside them, her lips on Sophie’s breast, her fingers brushing Jude’s hip.

Then Stella moved behind him, kissing his back, pressing her body close. Her hands roamed over all of them.

Natalie lay on her back nearby, fingers sliding between her own thighs as she watched, her lips murmuring Jude’s name.

Susan straddled Lucy, their mouths locking in soft, desperate kisses as they rocked against each other.

Scarlet and Grace entwined, legs wrapped, moving in rhythm, moaning each other’s names like prayers.

Emma kissed Jude’s shoulder. "Let me have you next."

When Sophie cried out, trembling around him, Jude withdrew, panting. Emma pulled him down and slid him into her in one smooth motion, her thighs gripping him like iron, her teeth at his throat.

They moved faster now.

Bodies overlapping.

Pleasure rising.

Rose was everywhere - her hands, her mouth, her words in his ear, guiding him. "Give it all. To each. And then to all."