Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1728

Chapter 1728: Chapter 1728

Jude gasped as the figure filled him with everything - its grief, its joy, its hunger, its desire to be known. It hadn’t been trying to control them. It had been trying to be loved.

He understood now.

Why they were here.

Why they were twelve.

Why he was chosen.

He reached for the figure and found his own hand glowing.

Not golden.

But silver.

A balance.

The tree had shown them union.

The heartstone had shown them acceptance.

And now the lake showed him reflection.

A mirror of everything they were and everything they could be.

When he opened his eyes again, the lake was gone.

He was standing on soft earth, beneath a silver sky. And in front of him, twelve pillars circled around a new tree. Smaller than the first, but glowing with both golden light and silver veins.

At its base, a nest of vines.

Waiting.

Jude walked forward, naked, his feet bare, his body pulsing with the island’s rhythm.

And when he touched the tree -

He woke up.

Gasping.

On the shore of the lake.

Lucy was the first to reach him, tears streaking down her cheeks as she wrapped herself around him, holding his face, his chest, his shoulders, whispering his name over and over.

"I’m here," he rasped, voice raw.

Sophie dropped beside them, hands on his thighs, her forehead pressing against his shoulder. The others followed - Zoey hugging him from behind, Grace kissing his temple, Stella and Emma on either side. Susan knelt with trembling hands, her lips against his wrist. Natalie and Scarlet curled beside him, anchoring him in warmth.

"You were gone so long," Lucy whispered.

"It felt like forever," Jude said, eyes closing briefly. "But I saw it. All of it. What the island truly wants."

"What does it want?" Emma asked softly.

He opened his eyes.

"It wants to be born."

A silence fell over them. Not fear this time. Not uncertainty.

Anticipation.

Rose nodded slowly. "Then we know what to do."

They carried Jude back to camp, not because he couldn’t walk, but because it felt right. His body was still tingling, still glowing faintly silver. They laid him on the soft moss, and Lucy curled against him, her arms tight around his waist. Sophie lay beside him too, her lips near his ear. The others surrounded them, forming that same sacred circle.

But this time, something had changed.

The air was charged again.

The island watching.

Waiting.

"Now?" Grace asked softly.

Jude nodded.

Lucy kissed his neck. "Then we begin."

Clothes were forgotten again. Not in frenzy - but in worship. This time, every touch felt like a vow. Every kiss like an offering. Lucy straddled him first, their bodies fitting like song and breath. She moved with slow, aching reverence, her forehead pressed to his, their lips brushing between gasps. Her golden glow bled into his silver, their bodies shimmering like dusk and dawn intertwined.

Sophie came next, pressing herself to his side, sliding over him with a kind of hunger only she could carry. Their mouths met, tongues tangling, hands grasping. She moaned into him as Lucy’s movements continued, the rhythm building.

The others followed.

Zoey’s mouth found his chest, her hands gliding along his sides.

Emma kissed his thighs, her fingers stroking him between the joining.

Stella and Grace curled on either side of him, touching, kissing, whispering.

Susan straddled his chest, brushing his lips with her breasts, sighing as his hands worshipped her curves.

Natalie leaned in and kissed his mouth when he was breathless.

Scarlet, last, slid between his legs and whispered, "You belong to us."

"I do," Jude gasped.

They made love as one.

Not twelve women and one man.

Not even a circle.

A star.

Each of them a point of light.

And Jude the center that held them.

The island pulsed in time with their bodies.

The trees sang again.

And when they reached the peak - together - light burst from the ground beneath them, golden and silver braided like threads of fate. It shot up into the sky, twisting around itself like vines of heat and light.

They collapsed in the aftermath, panting, trembling, glowing.

And beneath them, where they had joined, the moss parted.

A seed glowed there.

Alive.

New.

Sophie touched it first, eyes wide.

Rose looked at Jude. "It’s begun."

He nodded slowly.

And smiled.

"Let’s grow a world."

The seed pulsed gently in the moss, its glow steady and calm, like the heartbeat of something impossibly young yet older than time. Jude reached toward it, but his fingers hovered just above its smooth surface, hesitant. The others had gathered close again, but this time in silence. Not out of fear, not from awe - but reverence. It wasn’t just the result of their union. It was proof. Of trust. Of connection. Of something born not in a womb, but in spirit and desire and surrender.

"It’s warm," Lucy whispered, leaning in beside him. "It knows us."

Emma touched her fingers to Jude’s back, soft and reverent. "It came from all of us."

Rose knelt on the other side of the seed and smiled, her hand brushing the moss like a mother stroking a child’s cheek. "This is the island’s answer. It’s what it wanted. What it waited for."

"What does it mean?" Stella asked, her voice breathless.

Jude looked up, his eyes sweeping across each of them, meeting twelve pairs of shimmering gazes. "It means we’re not just part of the island anymore."

Sophie leaned forward, eyes narrowing in wonder. "We’re the island now."

No one spoke for a long moment. A breeze rolled gently through the clearing, rustling leaves in a language they were just beginning to understand. Flowers nearby bloomed a second time. The trees bent slightly inward, as if leaning to see.

Then, from far off, that same deep tone echoed again. Not from the direction of the heartstone or the lake.

But from beneath.

Jude stood slowly, his fingers brushing Lucy’s arm, then Sophie’s shoulder as he rose. "There’s more," he said.