Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1712

Chapter 1712: Chapter 1712

Then, slowly, Emma stood. Her skin glowed like molten honey, and her eyes... her eyes had changed. They swirled with color - greens, reds, violets, golds - like the petals themselves had melted into her irises.

She smiled, and it was both Emma and something new.

She turned to Jude. "It’s chosen a form."

"What form?" Zoey asked.

Emma stepped forward, hips swaying, every movement soaked in power and seduction. "Me."

And then she kissed Jude.

There was no hesitation, no warmth. Just fire. Her mouth claimed him with purpose, her tongue demanding, her body pressing against his like she was trying to pour herself into him. Jude groaned, gripping her waist, holding her close. Her nipples were hard against his chest, her breath hot in his lungs.

Lucy stepped up behind him, her hands sliding along his sides, her mouth at his neck. "Don’t fight it," she whispered. "She’s not just Emma right now. She’s it ."

Zoey pressed in from the other side, her hand stroking Jude’s cock as Emma kissed him again, slower this time. "Let it learn through us."

And then it was a frenzy.

Jude was pulled down into a bed of petals. Emma straddled him, her body hot and dripping, her hair falling like a curtain of flame around them. She guided him inside her with a hiss, and he cried out at the sudden heat, the tightness, the wild, new sensation.

She rode him with perfect control - every roll of her hips calculated, every thrust matched to the pulse of the flowers beneath them. Lucy kissed him from the side, her tongue soft and slow. Zoey’s fingers worked over his nipples, teasing, flicking, while her mouth claimed his throat.

Grace slid between Lucy’s thighs, licking with greedy hunger, while Scarlet and Stella undressed each other in a frenzy, their bodies twining like vines.

Susan and Natalie kissed nearby, their bodies slick and glittering, hands lost between each other’s thighs.

And in the center of it all, Jude and Emma moved like gods.

She whispered in his ear - nonsense and meaning, riddles and truth. Her nails raked his chest. Her body tightened around him with every climax, and still she kept moving, faster now, harder, until Jude could barely breathe.

He came with a roar, his hands buried in her hips, his seed spilling into her as the flower flared bright red. She shuddered, moaned, and collapsed against him.

The moment their bodies stilled, the third flower melted into the ground, disappearing in a rush of smoke and heat.

Emma blinked.

Her eyes were blue again.

She looked down at Jude, dazed. "I... it was me. But not me."

Jude brushed hair from her face. "You were beautiful."

She smiled faintly, resting her forehead against his. "It wanted to feel what we feel. Now it knows."

The other women gathered close, touching her, touching him, curling around them in warm, glowing reverence.

Rose kissed Emma’s cheek. "You were the bridge."

Lucy rested her head on Jude’s shoulder. "And now it’s part of us."

Sophie looked to the trees, where new vines had begun to grow - black and red and gold, pulsing faintly. "We’ve started something."

Natalie nodded. "We gave it a name."

"What name?" Jude asked.

The wind stirred. The trees rustled.

And the word came - not from a voice, but from all around.

Aeva.

They all froze.

The petals shimmered.

"Aeva," Rose repeated, tasting it. "The name of this world."

"It was born from us," Lucy said softly. "From what we gave it."

Jude sat up, Emma still in his arms. "And now it wants us to stay."

"No," Sophie said, kneeling beside him. "It wants us to lead ."

He looked at all of them, their faces glowing in the petal light, their bodies still gleaming from sweat and sex and magic. He kissed Lucy’s knuckles, brushed his lips over Zoey’s cheek, stroked the soft skin of Susan’s thigh.

"Then let’s lead," he said. "Together."

And all around them, Aeva sang.

Not a song of watchers, or gods, or danger.

A song of home .

Golden light drifted through the trees like mist, curling around their bodies in affectionate tendrils. The petals that had once merely shimmered now pulsed with soft, sentient rhythm, syncing to the breaths and sighs of the group. The air smelled of blooming fruit and damp heat, thick with the lingering musk of their union. The ground beneath them was no longer just moss and soil - it was velvet and warmth, responsive, molding gently to the shape of their bodies like a lover memorizing every curve.

Jude lay in the center, Emma curled to his side, her cheek on his chest. Lucy was draped along his opposite flank, one thigh thrown possessively over his, her fingers trailing lazy patterns over his stomach. Around them, the circle formed naturally, the others falling into place as if guided not by thought but by instinct. They were no longer twelve and one - they were one body, pulsing in many hearts.

Grace rolled onto her back and stared at the canopy. "It’s still singing."

"It won’t stop now," said Zoey, her lips brushing Stella’s shoulder as she shifted beside her. "It’s awake. It knows us."

Susan, pressed against Natalie, whispered, "And we know it."

Rose sat upright, her legs folded beneath her, posture poised and commanding. Her hair tumbled down her back in glossy waves, streaked with gold pollen. Her nipples were still taut from the air’s subtle caress, but her gaze was already on the horizon, sharp and aware. "Aeva’s learning. Growing. It’s curious. And it’s powerful."

Emma propped herself up on one elbow, looking at Rose with wide, searching eyes. "It used me."

Rose shook her head. "It joined with you. That’s different."

"Does that mean it can become any of us?" asked Stella, brushing moss from her breast.

"It means it is all of us now," said Natalie softly, her lips against Susan’s ear.

Sophie stood, her silhouette glowing in the filtered morning light, the golden freckles on her bare skin sparkling like stardust. "So what does it want next?"