Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women

The glade erupted in golden blossoms.

Flowers bloomed open around them, petals trembling with invisible wind. The water glowed brighter, humming in harmony with their breathing. And for a long while, they simply lay there, bodies tangled, chests rising and falling as one.

Eventually, they stirred again.

Emma kissed Jude softly and whispered, "We’ve never made love like that."

"It wasn’t just us," he said, voice rough.

"No," Rose agreed. "It was the island through us."

Stella sat back on her heels, her fingers tracing the golden shimmer still glowing on her skin. "One more fruit."

All eyes turned back to the pedestal.

The violet fruit pulsed now.

A deeper rhythm.

Lower.