Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women

Chapter 1758: Chapter 1758

Sophie’s gaze remained sharp, searching. But even she couldn’t deny the feeling of calm blooming inside her, tethered to Jude’s presence, to the bond now sewn into the marrow of all of them.

The passage opened into a vast chamber.

Circular.

Cathedral-like.

But it wasn’t built. It had grown. Root columns twisted upward in wide arches. Glowing vines draped like veils from the ceiling. And at the center: a pool.

Not like the one before.

This one wasn’t water or blood.

It was light.

Liquid light, swirling gold and rose and white, thick and luminous, and whispering to themnot with words, but with pull. A gentle, aching need.

Rose stepped beside Jude, her breath catching. "This is the womb."

Lucy whispered, "It’s where the first dreamers were born."

"No," Natalie said, awe in her voice. "It’s where they became."

The orb hovered above the glowing pool. Slowly, it descended, dipping just beneath the surface until it melted away completely, absorbed by the living liquid. The light flared in responsejust onceand then settled, glowing brighter than before.

Jude stepped forward. "What happens now?"

Rose turned to him, eyes glimmering. "We surrender."

"To what?"

"To ourselves."

Without another word, she stepped into the pool.

There was no splash. The surface accepted her like silk, like breath. Her body glowed instantly, veins lighting beneath her skin as though she had been filled with stars.

Lucy followed. Then Zoey. Then Stella and Grace, Emma and Natalie.

Susan hesitated only a moment before stepping in after them.

Only Sophie remained at the edge, her arms crossed, breath tight.

Jude turned to her. "You don’t have to. Not yet."

She looked at the othersbodies submerged to the hips, light wrapping around their limbs, their heads tilted back in ecstasy, mouths parted in soundless gasps.

"It’s not fear," she said quietly. "It’s that... once I do, I won’t be who I was."

Jude reached for her hand. "Neither will I."

Their fingers touched. And for the first time, Sophie let herself lean into his warmth without armor.

She nodded once.

And together, they stepped into the pool.

It was like being undone.

Not in painbut in layers.

The water stripped them gentlyof doubt, of separation, of identity. They were not twelve women and one man. They were one body now, many hearts, one rhythm. The light seeped through their skin, through their mouths, into their lungs. They gaspednot for air, but for each other.

It was ecstasy.

Not lust. Not quite.

But the closest thing to divine pleasure.

Jude moved through them, his body brushing skin, his hands threading through hair. Every touch sparked light. Every kiss echoed. He felt Zoey wrap her arms around his neck, her breath warm against his mouth. Stella’s fingers dug into his shoulders. Lucy pressed to his back, her breasts soft, her body molten against his spine. Grace and Natalie kissed each other nearby, their moans mixing into the pulse of the chamber.

Then Rose kissed him againmouth to mouth, soul to soul.

And in that moment, he saw them all.

Futures.

Possibilities.

Not children, not cities, not escape.

But eternity.

Bound not by time or duty, but by choice.

They would not age. Not unless they wished.

They would not die. Not unless they chose. noveldrama

The island had claimed them.

But only because they had first claimed each other.

He cried outnot in fear, but in surrender.

Sophie clung to him as he did, her lips at his ear. "I see it too. All of it."

"You still want to run?" he whispered.

She smiled, biting his earlobe softly. "No. I want to stay. And devour."

They kissed again, and the pool swirled around them.

Pleasure became too much to separate.

Too many mouths, too many bodies, too much heat.

Jude moved between them all, entering and being entered, held and kissed and worshipped. The golden light wrapped around their hips, coiled at their ankles, guided them into configurations that bent the rules of gravity and self. Rose atop him. Lucy beneath. Zoey on his chest, hips grinding in slow circles. Stella kneeling between his thighs, her mouth tracing the length of him, her eyes full of need.

And when Emma and Sophie joined together to ride him, one from behind, one from above, his soul cracked open.

They climaxed together.

All of them.

A single exhale.

A single flash.

The pool exploded in light.

And when it dimmed...

They were lying naked on moss once more, but not where they began.

The chamber had changed.

Or perhaps they had.

The roots had pulled back. A stairway now wound up into golden mist.

Jude sat up slowly. The others stirred beside him, luminous and unbroken.

He helped Lucy to her feet. "We’re different now."

She smiled, brushing her cheek to his chest. "We’ve always been."

Sophie stood beside Rose, no longer wary.

Susan laughed, stretching. "I feel like I’m made of honey."

Emma knelt, touching the moss. "The island gave us something. Or we gave it."

Zoey walked to the base of the stairs. "It’s time to climb."

Jude joined her. And for the first time, the island didn’t just allow them.

It invited.

So they climbed.

Not just to leave.

But to begin again.

They climbed in silence, the golden mist parting gently around their bodies like a veil of breath, a living curtain that shimmered as if infused with the same light that pulsed beneath their skin. The steps were wide and smooth, carved not from stone but from dense woven roots, each one supporting their weight without a sound, like the island itself was lifting them with every stride. Jude led, his body warm with the memory of the joining, the taste of Rose still on his lips, the scent of Lucy’s hair lingering in his senses. Behind him, the others moved like a single breathtwelve hearts beating in time with his, twelve bodies bound to his own not through chains but through choice, through passion, through something deeper than even the island could name.