Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1733

The light touched the edge of the horizon, a slender strand of gold that coiled downward like a slow-falling ribbon, delicate and deliberate. Jude sat up first, the weight of anticipation threading through his chest. The others followed, stirred not by fear but by instinct. The glow bathed their skin in a warm hue that felt sacred, like a blessing and a challenge all at once. Every breath they took was deeper now, every heartbeat echoing louder against the quiet hush of the island. The forest didn't move. Even the birds had stilled. The island was holding its breath with them.

Rose stepped forward, her bare feet kissing the moss with each step, hair fanned behind her like a cloak of midnight kissed by starlight. "It's landing," she said quietly, but the words carried power. Finality. Destiny. The ribbon of light touched down in the center of the forest with no sound, no quake, only stillness. The moss parted, and a path formed from nothing - just glowing petals unfurling in sequence.

Lucy's hand found Jude's. "Are you afraid?"

He shook his head. "No. But I don't understand it."

"You're not meant to," Emma said, stepping beside them. "You're meant to feel it."

Jude looked to the others, each one silently nodding. They all felt it. They all knew. This wasn't just for him. This was for all of them. The light had come because they had opened something - inside themselves, inside the island.

The path pulled them forward. They walked in silence, save for the soft padding of their bare feet on the petals. Jude led, Rose and Lucy beside him, the rest forming a protective halo around them. The trees leaned away, parting with reverence, their trunks glowing softly as if in greeting.

The clearing was new.

The heartstone had always pulsed with quiet power, but now it sat in the center of a large stone circle, cradled in vines like a sacred heart. And above it, hovering inches off the pedestal, was a second crystal. Smaller, more intricate, jagged like lightning caught in stone. It pulsed not golden, but silver-blue - cool, radiant, humming with a vibration they could feel in their bones.

Sophie whispered, "It's another piece."

"Of the island?" Stella asked.

"Of us," Rose answered.

Jude stepped forward slowly. The others held their breath as he reached out - not to touch the crystal, but to let it acknowledge him. The moment his palm hovered near it, the stone pulsed violently and sent out a shockwave of light that struck each of them in the chest.

He stumbled back.

So did they.

Lucy gasped, falling to her knees. Zoey grunted, grabbing her side. Susan cried out, hands clutched over her heart.

But it wasn't pain.

It was memory.

They weren't seeing the past this time. They were seeing the future.

Flashes of themselves, older. Wiser. Changed. Lucy standing in the forest with her hair to her waist, flowers growing from her skin. Emma cradling a glowing fruit in her arms as it pulsed like a heartbeat. Rose walking with fire at her fingertips, laughing, naked and divine. Jude standing in a pool of starlight, his hands outstretched, the sky itself bowing above him.

Then it vanished.

They were back in the clearing, breathless, shaken, glowing even brighter than before.

Jude turned to Rose. "What was that?"

She stared at the crystal, eyes wide. "A gift. A warning. A choice."

Zoey moved to his side. "We're meant to take it, aren't we?"

He nodded slowly. "Together."

They stepped forward as one. Twelve hands, twelve bodies. The moment they all touched the vines encasing the second crystal, it lowered into Jude's palms. It didn't burn. It didn't pulse.

It purred.

A soft vibration traveled from it into his bones, then into the bodies pressed close to him. The women gasped, each one trembling as the connection deepened.

And then the vines rose around them, golden and green, forming a dome. Not to trap them - but to seal them in a moment.

The ritual began without words.

Zoey kissed Lucy. Sophie kissed Stella. Susan took Grace's hand and pulled her gently down to the moss, mouths meeting, limbs tangling. Jude stood in the center as they circled him again, kissing him one by one, offering him not just their bodies but their truth, their surrender, their power.

Lucy guided him down, straddling him first, her hips slow and reverent, her lips at his ear. "Let it happen through us," she whispered. "Let the crystal choose."

He moved inside her, soft, deep, the kind of rhythm that carried worship in every stroke. The others gathered around, kissing, touching, sighing, the dome glowing brighter with each breath, each cry of pleasure.

When Lucy climaxed, the crystal pulsed silver-blue.

Next was Grace - bent over Jude's chest as he lifted into her, hands on her waist, her moans hot and helpless in his ear. She gripped him like she never wanted to let go. When she broke, the crystal pulsed again.

One by one, they joined with him. Each time, the crystal sang louder. Emma rode him with tears in her eyes, Sophie kissed him while Zoey claimed his hips from behind, their mouths all over him. Susan and Scarlet shared him, each guiding his hands across their breasts, their thighs, their mouths.

Rose waited until the very end.

She moved over him slowly, guiding him deep, her body molten heat and slow, sacred friction. "Now," she whispered, "you become."

Their bodies rocked together, glowing brighter than the dome, until the final release tore through them like light cracking stone. The crystal exploded in a flare of pure energy, and the vines dissolved.

They collapsed together, trembling, gasping, spent and holy.

The sky had changed again.

A second sun now rose behind the first. Smaller. Paler. But steady.

Jude reached for Lucy's hand. "What did we do?"

She kissed his palm. "We ascended."

And above them, the forest sang.

The music of the forest didn't stop - it swelled, layered and alive, like thousands of unseen voices humming the same sacred tune.

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