Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1709 - 1708

Chapter 1709: Chapter 1708

He came again inside Emma, and again inside Grace, barely aware of the transitions, only the rise and fall of motion, mouths, sweat, bliss. Each time they moved, it got brighter. The vines glowed. The chamber shimmered.

Finally, they formed a circle again.

Jude on his knees, his body trembling, glowing. The women around him, each radiant, each marked.

They linked hands.

The light pulsed outward.

Then in.

And with a rush of heat and breath, it entered him.

Twelve threads of light, from each woman, converging on his heart.

He gasped. His chest arched.

It didn’t hurt.

It filled.

He was no longer Jude.

He was Lucy. And Sophie. And Emma. And Zoey. And Natalie. And Stella. And Grace. And Susan. And Scarlet. And Layla. And Rose.

He was all of them.

The chamber exploded with light.

And they became one.

They became one, not in the way of flesh alone, but in something more eternal, more exquisite - where breath became memory, and desire merged with understanding. Jude gasped, his body arching under the weight of it all, of them, of her, of everything that made each of them who they were and more. The chamber didn’t just pulse - it sang. A vibration so deep, so primal, it echoed across the island itself, down through the roots, out through the water, up into the sky. The island felt it. And responded.

They all cried out - not in pain, not in ecstasy, but in something beyond language, a call of recognition, of awakening. And in that moment, something shifted in the air, as if a great presence that had slumbered long and deep had stirred at last. The vines curled tighter, protectively, reverently, weaving around the circle of twelve and one, enclosing them not to trap but to hold. Like a womb, like a shrine.

Jude’s eyes opened, golden fire blazing in his irises. Around him, each of his lovers glowed brighter, their skin kissed by starlight, their breaths in perfect sync. They had been lovers before. Now, they were bonded. Not just as mates or hearts or souls - but as forces of this place. As part of its very breath.

Lucy was the first to speak, her voice trembling with the gravity of what had occurred. "It’s in us now. All of it."

Zoey crawled into Jude’s lap, straddling him, her body slick with the shimmering glow of their union. "We’re not just part of the island anymore," she whispered, her lips brushing his. "We are the island."

Emma knelt at his side, pressing her palm to his chest. "I can feel you in me, Jude. All of you. Every touch, every kiss. Every time we made love."

"And it’s not fading," Stella added, her body leaning against Grace’s, their fingers laced, their lips still swollen from shared kisses. "It’s growing."

Sophie, quiet for once, stared down at her own hand. She flexed her fingers slowly, watching the light pulse under her skin. "I hear them. The ones before. I can hear them now."

"The voices?" Susan asked.

"The memories." Sophie met Jude’s eyes. "They’re inside us."

Scarlet’s laugh was low, rich, teasing. "Then we’ve become gods."

"No," Rose said. She rose from the center of them all, bare and aglow, the vines parting for her like reverent worshippers. "We’ve become what we were always meant to be."

The crystalline chamber responded to her voice with a low tone, a hum that thrummed in their bones and lifted their hair on end. Above them, the light shifted - no longer gold, but deeper, more intimate. Wine-dark. Velvet-soft.

Alara appeared once more, but not as before. She didn’t walk from the trees or step through a veil. She emerged from the light itself, a silhouette of pure elemental beauty, vines woven into her limbs, blossoms blooming in her hair.

"You have passed the third threshold," she said.

Jude stood to face her, his body trembling but his spine tall. "What happens now?"

"You choose," she answered simply.

"Choose what?" Lucy asked, rising beside him.

"Whether you stay and become the roots that seed the next age, or whether you carry this bond beyond, into the far places, where others still dream of such connection."

Emma frowned. "Leave the island?"

"If you wish," Alara said. "You are no longer bound. Not by this place. Not by fear. You have awakened the island. It is whole again. But the world beyond remains in shadow."

Sophie crossed her arms. "Why us?"

"Because you loved without conditions," Alara said. "Because you surrendered to one another. Not just in body, but in truth."

Jude looked around at his wives, his soulmates, each of them shining, each of them his heart in a different form. "We don’t have to leave. We could live here forever."

Rose smiled softly. "But would it be right to keep it all to ourselves?"

Scarlet leaned back on her hands. "You mean share this?"

"With others who are ready," Grace said gently. "Others who are searching. Like we were."

Natalie looked at Alara. "Is there still pain beyond the island?"

"Yes," she said. "But also hope. And hunger. And yearning. They cry out for what you’ve found."

Zoey raised an eyebrow. "You want us to... spread this?"

Alara laughed, and the sound filled the chamber with sweet perfume. "I want nothing. The island wants nothing. But the world may need."

Jude stepped down from the platform, walking barefoot toward the edge of the chamber. "If we left... would we lose this?"

"No," Alara whispered. "It lives in you now. Wherever you walk, the island will follow."

Silence fell.

Then Lucy stepped beside Jude and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Wherever you go, I go."

Sophie joined them next, followed by Emma, Grace, Stella, and Zoey, each one touching Jude, touching each other, forming that circle once more.

Scarlet’s voice was velvet. "Let’s see the world."

Susan nodded slowly. "Let’s bring them light."

Rose was last. She stepped close to Jude, brushing his cheek with her lips. "Let’s teach them how to love."