Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1710

Chapter 1710: Chapter 1710

The light that spilled from it was different from gold. It was sapphire, tinged with violet, deep and strange and sensual. It curled around them, tasting their skin, pressing against their hearts. But this light was shy. It didn’t rush. It wasn’t demanding.

It waited.

Susan stepped forward. Her hand trembled as she reached toward it.

When her fingers brushed the petals, the light surged.

A low hum rose from the ground. The earth shifted.

And Jude realized - they wouldn’t awaken this place by force. They had to show it. Teach it. Love it.

Just like before.

Lucy took his hand and kissed it softly. "We start again."

He turned to the others. "Then let’s make love to this world like it’s never been touched."

Scarlet dropped her wrap first, her skin gleaming in the violet light. "Then come here, seed-bearer. Show us how you begin."

Zoey laughed. "I think he’s ready."

Jude pulled Lucy close, kissing her mouth with a new kind of hunger - one shaped by discovery, lit by exploration. She melted against him, moaning softly, her body already molding to his.

Grace and Stella sank into the moss beside them, touching, kissing, whispering promises.

Sophie and Emma knelt on either side of Jude, their hands roaming, their mouths seeking.

Natalie and Susan moved together, slow and reverent, the first moans of this world rising into the night.

And Rose...

Rose stood over them, eyes blazing.

"Let’s awaken this world," she said.

And then she joined them.

Their bodies met, tangled, cried out. The clearing pulsed. The jungle bloomed.

The new island opened.

And a second age began.

Golden vines coiled gently around ankles and wrists, not to restrain but to cradle. The forest, though unfamiliar in its blue-violet glow, responded to each moan, each shiver, each gasp of pleasure with trembling leaves and sighing petals. Jude felt the new soil beneath his knees warm to the heat of his body as Lucy straddled him again, her skin glowing like a silver flame in the strange dusk. Her breath danced along his jaw, her fingers threading through his hair as her hips rocked slow and deep, as if she could coax the heart of this new land open with every rise and fall.

The others encircled them, moving in a rhythm older than speech. Zoey pressed kisses into Grace’s collarbone as her hands explored beneath the soft layers of moss-woven wraps. Stella leaned into Scarlet, laughing breathlessly as teeth grazed her neck and fingers slid between her thighs. Emma and Sophie kissed long and deep, tongues lazy and affectionate, their bodies entwined as if they’d never been apart. And at the center of it all was Susan, who had knelt at the blooming flower’s edge, cradling the pulsing blossom in her palms like a newborn. Natalie knelt behind her, arms wrapped around her waist, forehead resting against Susan’s shoulder as they breathed as one.

The flower opened wider with each heartbeat.

Jude’s breath hitched as Lucy rolled her hips again, her walls gripping him, her body a perfect, living rhythm. Her mouth was soft against his neck, then his lips, then down his chest, every kiss a spark of awakening. "The island knows," she whispered. "But this world... it’s watching."

He glanced around, and for a moment, the trees seemed to lean closer, curious, listening.

"I want it to learn," he whispered back. "From us."

Lucy smiled and slid her fingers between their joined bodies, teasing him, teasing herself, her breath catching as the tension coiled tighter. "Then teach it with me."

Their climax came like dawn - soft at first, then blazing. Jude cried out her name, his body pulsing deep into her, and the flower pulsed with him, a wave of light bursting through its petals and into the sky. Lucy threw her head back, moaning with release, her golden hair fanned wide like a halo as the island drank in their pleasure and bloomed.

But it wasn’t just them. The others felt it too - Susan moaned against Natalie’s mouth, her body shuddering with a climax not just physical but spiritual. Zoey cried out in Grace’s arms, her legs wrapped tight around her waist. Stella collapsed into Scarlet, both of them glowing with the same shared pulse.

Emma and Sophie reached for Jude together, their hands sliding across his skin, pressing into the heat still radiating from his chest. He pulled them close, kissing one then the other, their mouths hungry, their bodies bare and eager. The three of them sank into the moss together, hands roaming, hips grinding, a tangle of heat and sighs and breath.

Rose approached the blossom. Naked, radiant, and unashamed, she knelt beside it and kissed the very center. A tendril of violet light slid upward, brushing along her spine like a lover’s caress. She moaned, her body arching into the contact as if offering herself. "It sees us," she breathed. "It wants more."

Scarlet moved to her knees behind Rose, kissing her shoulders, sliding her hands down Rose’s sides until her fingers found the heat between her thighs. Rose gasped, falling back against her, while Stella joined them, her mouth finding Rose’s breast, her fingers tangling with Scarlet’s as they worked Rose’s body together.

Jude’s eyes fluttered closed as Emma rode him, her hands braced on his chest, her eyes locked on his like she was memorizing every twitch, every breath. Beside them, Sophie leaned in to kiss Jude again, then reached down to touch Emma, her fingers guiding her, teasing her, helping her unravel with sweet, firm strokes.

Emma cried out, coming hard against him, and Sophie caught her with a kiss, whispering her name like a prayer.

More petals opened.

The sky rippled above them, stars flickering brighter, closer, as if drawn to the fire they were building below. The island - no, this new world - began to pulse with its own rhythm. The trees swayed. The ground shimmered. A soft mist began to rise, not cold but warm, laced with the scent of sex and flowers and fire.