Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1725

Chapter 1725: Chapter 1725

They slept again, and the dreams came not from fear or prophecy - but memory. They dreamt of their first night on the beach, of laughter in the trees, of baths in the river, of the old firepit glowing under stars. And when they woke, they woke to music.

Real music.

It didn’t come from an instrument, but from the wind in the trees. From the rustling of petals. From the slow hum of roots deep below.

"It’s singing to us," Natalie whispered, her face shining with wonder.

"And it’s waiting for us to answer," Rose added.

The next day, the golden fruit pulsed again.

Just once.

Then a pod lowered from the tree.

Not broken.

Offered.

Jude stepped forward once more, his breath caught in his throat. The pod hovered before him, humming in time with his heartbeat. When he reached out this time, it didn’t send a vision. It simply... opened.

Light spilled out.

A soft gasp echoed through the clearing as the glow curled into itself, forming a shape - not a body, but something fluid, translucent, moving with the air like smoke and silk. It hovered in front of Jude for a moment, then drifted forward, touching his chest with the gentlest pressure.

It sank into him.

His eyes closed.

And when they opened again, he understood.

The island had not given them knowledge.

It had given them choice.

Inside him, the light pulsed.

An invitation.

He looked to the others. "It’s not asking us to leave what we are. It’s asking if we want to become more."

Rose stepped beside him, touched his hand. "And you want to?"

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he looked at each of them in turn - Lucy, Sophie, Zoey, Emma, Grace, Stella, Natalie, Susan, Scarlet, Layla.

And then back to Rose.

"I want to do it with you."

That night, they circled the tree again.

No ceremony.

No pressure.

Only desire.

And as each woman came to Jude, as they kissed and touched and moved together on the warm moss beneath the pulsing golden leaves, the island breathed with them. The light grew. The vines curled tighter. The new buds above swayed, glowing more brightly with each whispered moan, each gasp, each name spoken in ecstasy.

And when the last cries of pleasure echoed into the night, a new light opened in the center of the tree - not a pod.

A passage.

A door made of gold and root and dream.

They stood together before it, naked, unafraid.

And Jude turned to them all.

"We step through together."

They nodded.

And as one, they passed into the light.

The golden doorway enveloped them like breath, like honey warmed by the sun. There was no sense of stepping across a threshold - only the feeling of being drawn into something deeper, older, softer than time itself. The moment their bare skin touched the light, their bodies tingled, not from cold or heat, but from a sensation so profound it stole every word from their mouths. Jude held Lucy’s hand, fingers clasped tight, her pulse trembling against his palm. Behind them, the others followed, their eyes wide with wonder, with trust, with yearning.

They emerged not into another part of the forest, but into something else entirely.

The space defied sense - an endless meadow of glowing flowers that stretched in all directions beneath a sky painted in eternal twilight. The stars here moved slowly, drifting in patterns that shimmered and looped like constellations still being written. The ground was warm, soft, breathing, humming beneath their feet. It felt like skin. Like home.

Jude turned slowly in place. "Is this... real?"

"Yes," Rose said beside him, her voice calm and awed. "But not physical. It’s a place the island made for us. An inner world."

Sophie stepped forward cautiously, running her fingers through a spray of violet blooms. They trembled beneath her touch and released a faint sound - not a rustle, but a whisper. "It’s alive."

"It’s us," Emma murmured. "All of us. Our joining. Our surrender. The island turned it into something new."

Lucy pressed close to Jude, resting her head against his shoulder. "I feel it too. This is what we built when we gave ourselves fully."

Stella wandered ahead, twirling slowly beneath the shifting stars. "Then what do we do here?"

"Whatever we want," Zoey said, grinning as she spun after her, catching Stella’s waist and pulling her down into the flowers. They collapsed together in a mess of laughter, petals curling around their limbs.

Jude walked forward, the others beside him, and found that the meadow shifted with their thoughts. When he pictured water, a stream formed. When he imagined warmth, the air grew thicker, almost tangible. The entire realm bent gently toward desire - not lust, not need - but pure intention.

Susan dropped to her knees, her hands buried in the earth. "I feel everything. Every thought. Every feeling. It’s all mirrored here."

Grace knelt beside her. "Then let’s make something."

They joined hands - Jude in the center, the wives forming a circle around him. Their breaths synchronized. Their pulses aligned. And the ground beneath them responded. Vines wrapped around their thighs, not to trap, but to anchor. Petals opened beneath their knees. And from the heart of their circle, a new tree began to rise - smaller than the one in the physical world, but glowing just as brightly.

The moment it bloomed, they all gasped.

From its center rose shapes - visions of themselves, caught in moments of love, of laughter, of intimacy. Jude holding Lucy against the riverbank. Zoey kissing Stella’s thighs beneath a curtain of rain. Sophie watching Emma sleep, her fingers gently brushing her cheek. The tree revealed it all - truth without shame, love without hesitation.

"This is who we are," Rose whispered. "All of it."

Jude reached for her, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her with the weight of every choice they’d made. She melted into him, her mouth open, slow, tender. Then Lucy came to him too, pressing her body against his back, wrapping her arms around him.