Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1714

Chapter 1714: Chapter 1714

The dream was not a vision, not exactly. It wasn’t bound by time or shape. It unfolded as a sensation first - a heat that radiated from within, spreading outward through every limb, every breath, every secret space inside them.

Jude drifted in it, body suspended in golden dark, the rhythm of the island beating inside his chest. But he wasn’t alone. He felt them all - his twelve, his heart. Their bodies pressed to his, their thoughts tangled with his own.

Lucy’s laughter brushed his ear. Rose’s moan stirred his skin. Zoey’s hunger curled low in his belly. Grace’s breath was his breath.

Then shapes took form. The valley, glowing in a warm dusk that never ended. The Heart platform, no longer wood and vine but something far more - pulsing, alive, the center of something immense. Around it, structures had grown like flowers - dwellings, open and curved, welcoming.

Places to rest, to kiss, to entwine. Everything shimmered with golden threads woven through the air. The dream whispered of future and memory both, looping in a perfect, sensual spiral.

Jude woke with a gasp, Lucy’s hand over his heart.

"You felt it too," she whispered, her eyes glowing in the faint morning light.

He nodded. "It was... a home. A real one."

"They’re dreams now," she murmured, pressing a kiss to his chest, "but the island wants them to be real."

A rustle stirred the moss around them as the others began to rise. Scarlet’s legs slid over Natalie’s hip. Susan murmured something soft in Grace’s neck. Zoey stretched, arms above her head, the curve of her breasts catching the dawnlight like polished amber. Stella blinked slowly, then rolled over and kissed Emma, who groaned sleepily but didn’t resist.

Rose stood already, wrapped in nothing but her long red hair, her feet bare, her skin bathed in golden dew. "Aeva showed me," she said. "The next part."

Sophie rubbed at her eyes. "The dream?"

"No," Rose replied. "The call."

They gathered slowly, brushing moss from their skin, draping themselves in simple wraps or letting the air kiss them bare. No one bothered with shame anymore. Their bodies were known, seen, loved. Jude moved among them, touching a shoulder here, kissing a temple there. Every brush of skin was a connection.

Rose led them through the woods again, barefoot and steady. The trees parted like old friends, petals falling in their wake. It felt less like a path and more like a pulse. A guided rhythm.

They arrived at a glade they hadn’t seen before. The trees here were wider, older, twisted like dancers mid-spin. In the center of the space was a massive stone ring, cracked in places, covered in moss and vines. Within its boundary, the earth glowed faintly - dim gold, warm.

Emma crouched beside the ring, pressing her palm to the moss. "It’s hollow."

"It’s waiting," Rose said. "A cradle."

"For what?" Stella asked.

Jude stepped forward, and the glow intensified. "A beginning."

No one needed to say it out loud. They all felt it. The promise. The invitation.

The island wanted them to plant something here - not seeds of fruit or tree, but seeds of life . Of permanence. Of legacy. Aeva wasn’t just waking - it was dreaming through them, and the dream now wanted to be flesh.

They didn’t speak for a while. They walked the ring. Touched the stone. Laid their hands in the golden moss and felt it pulse. It wasn’t threatening. It was hopeful.

By mid-afternoon, they had woven soft bedding from new vines and leaves, thick and fragrant. The circle became a nest. A sanctuary. And when the first rays of sunset bathed the glade, Zoey stood naked at its edge, eyes burning with something fierce and sacred.

"It should start with love," she said.

Jude stepped to her. "It always does."

She kissed him - not wild, but deep, thorough, like she was filling herself with him. And when she led him into the ring, no one stopped her. The others watched, breath held, hearts beating in rhythm with the golden glow beneath the ground.

Zoey knelt on the moss, legs open, inviting. Jude came to her, knelt between her thighs. His hands slid up her sides, over her breasts, to her face.

"I love you," he whispered.

She smiled, eyes wet with something pure. "Then take me."

And he did.

Slowly, reverently, sinking into her like she was the first and only. She gasped, arching, her fingers digging into his back as their bodies joined. Around them, the glow brightened. The stone ring warmed. The air hummed with breath and heat and unity.

One by one, the others joined. Some kissed. Some touched. Some simply watched, their eyes heavy with desire and awe. Natalie curled behind Susan, kissing her throat as they stroked each other slowly. Grace and Stella began to sway, bodies pressed together, moving in time with Jude and Zoey. Rose knelt at the edge, her fingers brushing over herself, her eyes locked on Jude, on the ritual.

When Zoey cried out and clutched Jude tightly, her body trembling with release, the ground pulsed. A golden flash erupted from the center of the ring and washed over them all. It didn’t burn - it soothed. It kissed every inch of skin it touched. It said: yes.

Zoey collapsed into Jude’s arms, breathless and weeping softly.

Lucy stepped next.

"I want to feel you where it matters most," she said.

He kissed her as Zoey slipped into the moss beside them. Lucy climbed onto Jude’s lap, her body already trembling, her eyes locked to his. They moved together, sweet and slow, building like the tide. She whispered his name over and over. When she came, the ring flared again.

More followed.

Grace.

Stella.

Natalie.

Emma.

Susan.

Sophie hesitated at the edge. Her arms crossed, but her body shivered.

Jude held out his hand. "You don’t have to. But I want you."

She swallowed hard. "This... isn’t how I imagined joining with you."

"Then show me how," he said softly.