Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1715

Chapter 1715: Chapter 1715

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.

She moved to him, naked, proud, trembling. She straddled his lap but didn’t guide him inside. Instead, she kissed him - again and again - until she was shaking. Until she wept. Then she sank down, inch by inch, until their bodies were one. And when she began to move, it was more than rhythm. It was forgiveness. It was surrender.

When she came, she buried her face in his neck and whispered, "I love you, damn you."

He held her until her heartbeat slowed.

Rose was last.

She didn’t speak.

She simply walked into the ring and stood before him, radiant and quiet. He rose to meet her. She kissed him once, then turned and knelt in the moss, presenting herself.

"Take me," she said. "Make the bond eternal."

He entered her from behind, his hands on her hips, his mouth on her shoulder. She moaned deeply, rocking back against him, her head tilted in ecstasy. He moved slowly at first, then faster as her moans turned to cries. Their bodies slapped together, wet and perfect. When she reached her peak, she screamed his name to the sky.

The ring erupted in light.

Not just gold now - but amber, rose, red, violet, white. A corona of color shot upward, and from the center, a wind burst outward, sweeping the glade. Trees bent. Flowers bloomed. The forest sang.

They collapsed in a tangle of bodies, limbs, and sighs, the ring now glowing beneath them like a sun waiting to rise.

They had built it.

They had become it.

And the island, their Aeva, dreamed on.

Not just of unity.

Not just of love.

But of life.

Night had no true edge anymore - it folded gently into dusk, then softened into a deeper golden twilight that clung to their skin like silk. The air was heavy with breath and desire, the glade still glowing faintly from the joining. Jude lay at the center of them all, limbs entwined with those he loved, hearts beating in slow unison. Their skin still shimmered, the moss clinging to their backs, damp with the nectar of what they’d made. No one spoke for a long time. They didn’t need to. It was a hush too sacred to break.

Rose lay curled along his right side, her cheek pressed to his chest. Lucy’s legs tangled with his, her hand brushing lightly across his stomach in lazy, affectionate arcs. Stella and Grace were spooned nearby, still kissing softly between long silences. Susan lay on her back with her head in Emma’s lap, Emma threading her fingers through dark curls with a distracted gentleness. Zoey, never still, was resting against Natalie, her foot tracing circles against Natalie’s thigh while her lips danced along her shoulder. Sophie was the only one who sat upright, watching Jude as though trying to memorize every line of his face.

When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet. "We made something here."

Everyone stirred slightly at the sound.

"Something more than love or pleasure," she continued. "Something permanent."

Rose nodded. "The island called for it. And we answered."

"The ring," Stella murmured. "It feels... planted. Like something started growing in us."

"It did," Lucy whispered. "And not just inside us. All around us."

Jude sat up slowly, the golden light washing over his chest. "It wasn’t just a joining. It was a ceremony."

Sophie’s eyes met his. "A consecration."

He nodded. "And now the island’s waiting."

"For what?" Natalie asked.

Jude looked toward the heart of the woods. The trees had shifted again - subtly. There was a new space forming, a widening path glowing faintly through the foliage.

"For us to shape it."

He stood, and the others rose with him, drawn by something unspoken. Naked, glowing, still tingling from what they had shared, they moved as one through the forest. The air vibrated around them - not with sound, but with pulse. The island’s breath. Its intention. Each step brought them closer to something unseen, yet already known.

The trees parted without resistance, revealing a vast, sloping valley they had never seen before. It was cradled between high cliffs, veiled in golden mist. Lush and untouched. The air smelled of blooming fruit and deep, rich earth. Vines laced through trees as tall as cathedrals. A river split the valley in two, glistening with gold-flecked foam.

"This wasn’t here before," Emma breathed.

"It was," Jude said softly. "We just weren’t ready to see it."

Rose took his hand, her voice trembling. "It’s ours."

They stepped into the valley, the moss giving way to grass so soft it felt like walking on clouds. The river sang as it flowed, and flowers bloomed wherever they stepped. Bees hummed low songs through lavender and orchid. Birds unlike any they had known flitted above with wings like stained glass.

"We can live here," Grace said, voice tinged with awe.

"No," Lucy corrected gently, pressing close to Jude’s side. "We are living here."

They walked until the sun was high above, then made camp on a rise near the river. They wove vines into shade. Gathered fruit from trees that seemed to offer themselves. Built a fire, not because they needed it for warmth, but for gathering, for ritual. The heartstone’s pulse was still in Jude’s chest, and he could feel it echoing beneath the valley - deep below, like a womb filled with light.

As twilight fell, they sat together, circling the fire, bodies wrapped in palm-frond cloth or bare under the stars. Susan curled against Grace’s side. Stella leaned into Zoey’s chest, tracing idle shapes over her collarbone. Lucy rested her head in Jude’s lap, humming softly.

Then a sound rolled across the valley.

Low. Rumbling.

Not a threat.

An invitation.

The stars above shifted. Not in position, but in shape.