Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1628

Chapter 1628: Chapter 1628

He followed her gaze.

Beyond the canopy of vines and petals, a glow pulsed in the trees. Not golden. Pale green. Soft and flickering like fireflies. It formed a spiral on the forest floor - growing outward, slow and endless.

"It’s copying us?" he asked.

"No. It’s echoing us," Rose said. "We gave the island our bodies. Our hearts. It’s giving us permanence."

He watched the spiral pulse again, more clearly now - each loop a new circle, forming wide enough to house another platform. Another nest. Another sacred place.

"We’ll never be alone," he murmured.

"We never were," she replied.

Then she turned and crawled into his lap, straddling him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "But this... this part... will always be ours."

He cupped her cheek. "You were the first to know."

"I was the first to fall," she said. "And I’d do it again."

She kissed him, long and slow, and he melted into her, into the night, into the pulse of the spiral forming around them.

By dawn, they would all feel it.

By morning, they would all rise again.

And the spiral would continue.

The morning mist clung to the trees like a veil, delicate and glowing with a faint, ethereal sheen. Jude stirred beneath the blanket of arms and legs and warm, satisfied breath, his chest rising in time with Lucy’s sleeping form curled against him. Around them, the others were slowly waking, stretching like vines reaching for sunlight, their bodies golden and flushed from the night’s eternal embrace.

He blinked up at the canopy - no longer simple forest leaves, but a living tapestry woven of flowering branches and soft, responsive vines that had grown into a shape echoing the spiral Rose had spoken of. Something new had begun. The air itself shimmered with a scent that was both familiar and not: jasmine, citrus, skin, rain, desire. The scent of the island dreaming them into permanence.

Grace yawned and rolled onto her back, her nipples hard from the morning chill, her skin brushed with dew. "What time is it?"

Zoey chuckled, still half-asleep, her cheek against Stella’s belly. "Time doesn’t exist here. Just us."

Emma stirred and rubbed her eyes, looking around with slow, cautious curiosity. "Did anyone else feel... something moving in their sleep?"

Natalie sat up, pushing back her hair. "Not something. Everything. "

The spiral. Jude felt it in his bones now - a slow pulse beneath the moss, a rhythm buried in the soil and mirrored in his chest. It wasn’t just expanding. It was calling .

Rose moved beside him, already alert, golden strands of her hair falling over her shoulders like threads of sunlight. She reached for him with fingers that trembled, not from fear, but from awe.

"It’s ready," she whispered.

They rose slowly, naked and glowing, the morning light kissing their skin. They stood at the edge of their moss-padded sanctuary and looked out over the spiral, now more defined. The shapes were clearer - platforms forming from roots and vines, open spaces in perfect symmetry, each spiraling outward from the heart where they stood. The first circle. The original breath.

"It’s making homes," Lucy murmured. "Like it’s preparing for... more."

Sophie crossed her arms over her chest, her expression tight. "But more what ?"

Rose looked to Jude, eyes full of knowing. "Not people. Not others. Just... us. Multiplied. Reflected. Made deeper."

He stepped forward, the moss sinking beneath his feet, but warm, supportive. Each step he took toward the forming spiral made the air thrum louder, as though his presence activated it.

When he reached the edge of the next ring, the vines shivered and bloomed - giant, petal-soft leaves unfurling to form cushions, smooth boughs rising to shape walls without corners. The very air shimmered like it exhaled just for him.

"This is sacred," Stella whispered behind him.

They followed one by one, each wife stepping into the next space of the spiral, their bodies lighting the path as they entered. The vines moved with them, brushing their calves, wrapping gently around their wrists or ankles, teasing but never invasive. Not possessive. Just... connected.

Natalie turned in a slow circle, spinning with arms stretched wide. "We could live here forever."

"No," Zoey said, eyes narrowed. "Not could . We will ."

The spiral kept expanding as they walked. Every motion seemed to invite growth. A thought sparked a vine to bloom. A kiss coaxed open petals. A moan in the breeze summoned warmth.

And then, in the center of the next ring, they found it.

A shallow basin of obsidian glass, almost identical to the pool they had bathed in days before - but this one shimmered with liquid light. Not golden this time. Not green. Something between. Silver and rose and violet, constantly shifting, impossible to name.

Emma knelt beside it. "This feels... deeper. Like it’s not just cleansing."

"It’s showing," Grace said. "I can feel it in my spine. It’ll show us what’s next."

Sophie stepped back. "We don’t even know what it is ."

Lucy reached out and dipped her fingers into the liquid. Her breath caught. "It’s truth," she whispered.

Jude crouched beside her, touched the surface - and the vision hit him like lightning.

Not pain. Not even fear. But intensity.

He saw the spiral complete, rings upon rings expanding like the petals of a massive flower. Each ring was not just a space - but a memory. A moment. A joining. He saw every kiss he had shared with each of them. Every time their bodies had met in worship. Every moan, every cry, every confession whispered between gasps and laughter. The pool remembered.

And now it reflected it back.

Lucy gasped beside him, her eyes wide with light. "I see us," she murmured.

"So do I," whispered Rose.

Jude turned and looked at them all - his wives, his soulmates, the twelve women whose bodies and hearts had tethered him to this world. Each one glowing in the soft morning light, hair tangled, lips kiss-bitten, thighs still marked from the night before.