Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women

Chapter 1763: Chapter 1765

The rhythm came like a wave. Her hips moved with increasing urgency, and Jude rose to meet her, hands clutching her waist. The woman behind her pressed her breasts to Sophie’s back, kissing her spine, her shoulder, her neck. Sophie whimpered and moved faster, losing herself in the rising tide.

"I love you," she gasped.

Jude reached up and cradled her face. "Then come with me."

She did.

They all did.

The dome lit like a second sun.

A sound rose from the island - not music, not a voice, but a resonance that moved through their bones, vibrating with something too deep to name. The sky spun. The stars aligned. The moss pulsed beneath them. Bodies moved in tandem, in harmony, in heat.

Jude lost track of time. He moved from Sophie to the woman who had first kissed him, then to Lucy, who pulled him down into her arms and guided him into her with a sigh that cracked open something in his chest. She didn’t need words - her body said everything. That she loved him. That she trusted him. That she was more than ever before.

Rose watched, her body tangled with one of the bonded women, both of them arching and gasping in shared climax. Their limbs shimmered with gold. Their mouths met again and again in breathless devotion.

And when the wave finally crested - when Jude spilled himself into Lucy for the third time, and the others cried out in climax across the field - the dome cracked.

Not broken.

Opened.

A beam of golden light shot from its peak, straight into the stars.

And in that moment, every single one of them knew:

They had crossed into something sacred.

Not gods.

Not spirits.

Something in between.

They had become the dream made flesh.

Jude stood slowly, his skin still slick with sweat, his body humming. He turned to Tarek, who was seated with his bonded, all of them wrapped in each other.

Tarek rose and approached.

The two men stood face to face again, bare, glowing, equal.

"This is only the beginning," Tarek said.

Jude nodded. "I know."

"Then come. There’s more to show you."

And this time, Jude didn’t look back.

He took Lucy’s hand. Rose’s. Sophie’s.

And they followed Tarek into the dawn.

The path Tarek led them down was one the forest hadn’t shown them before. The trees bent gently aside, their trunks bathed in a soft shimmer, the ground beneath their feet plush with moss that pulsed like a quiet drumbeat. Jude felt the rhythm in his bones, the way it harmonized with his own heartbeat, echoing what had just passed beneath the dome. The others followed in silence, still aglow, their bodies relaxed, their eyes wide with wonder. Sophie stayed at his side, fingers linked with his, her skin still humming where they had touched. Lucy walked just behind them, and Rose - Rose never looked away from the horizon, like she already knew what waited beyond the trees.

They emerged into another clearing, this one smaller but stranger. The grass here was a deep violet, and floating above the center of the space was a single orb of golden light, like a miniature sun suspended at eye level. Around it, twelve stone columns formed a perfect circle, each carved with a different symbol - spirals, eyes, roots, flames. At the base of each, a small bowl of water shimmered, completely still despite the soft breeze curling through the air.

Tarek turned and faced them. "This is the Memory Circle."

Grace stepped forward, her expression soft but focused. "What does it do?"

"It remembers what we’ve forgotten," Tarek said. "What this island was. What it will be." noveldrama

Natalie’s hand gripped Jude’s. "Is it safe?"

"Only if you’re ready to see."

He gestured toward the first column and walked to it, placing his palm flat against the stone. The symbol glowed - an open eye - and the bowl below it began to swirl. Within seconds, the water shifted from clear to gold, and then to moving image.

They all stepped closer.

Within the bowl, they saw people - naked, glowing, wrapped in each other like vines - dancing beneath a sky lit not with stars, but with thousands of tiny floating orbs. The dancers looked like them. Not identical, but similar. Same bond. Same joy. Same unity.

"These were the First Dreamers," Tarek said. "They arrived as we did, in love, in desire, and the island answered. It always answers."

Sophie’s brow furrowed. "What happened to them?"

Tarek walked to the next column. A flame symbol. He touched it. The water showed something darker: the same dreamers, but divided. Some arguing. Some pulling away. Some disappearing into the forest, their light dimming.

"They forgot," Tarek said. "They tried to own the gift. Separate it. Name it. Control it."

He turned back to Jude. "You haven’t done that. Not yet. But the island senses the possibility."

Rose stepped forward. "So what happens now?"

Tarek looked at her, and then to Jude. "You go deeper."

The orb of light in the center pulsed once. Then again.

Jude felt something pulling in his chest.

"It wants to show you," Tarek said, "but only you."

The circle quieted. Even the forest stilled.

Lucy squeezed his hand. "We’ll wait."

He stepped forward, into the center, the orb warming his skin instantly. It floated closer, until it was just above his heart. Then it sank into him - without pain, without resistance. Just light.

Everything went dark.

Jude blinked - and found himself in a different place entirely.

The same island. But not.

He stood at the edge of a field. In the distance, a single figure knelt beside a tree. Alara.

She looked up at him and smiled. "You came."

He walked toward her. The world around them was golden, dreamlike, as if suspended in time.

"You knew I would."

She stood, her body glowing, her eyes deep pools of starlight. "You’re not just the pulse anymore, Jude. You’re the memory. The future. The link."